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On the bank of the Shanglong River, the clock tower chimes the hour slowly, and the half-orange first day bites the lingering sound, and finally breaks free from the clouds, and emerges from the misty

The river leaps out.This was the early morning of the second day after the East Japan air raid, and the hospitals in the city were still flooded with a large number of wounded, and the mess along the railway line was still in sight. Compared with this, the tranquility of this corner of the river bank seemed more and more precarious.

Zhao Changgeng stood on the top floor of the bell tower with a top hat in his hand and a suit and leather shoes. Across the rusty copper railing, he could see the thousand-mile river view.Standing next to him was a middle-aged man of slightly smaller stature, wearing a worn-out gray cloth jacket and a pair of thick-soled black cloth shoes. At first glance, he looked like an inconspicuous bell ringer in the city.But if you look carefully, you will find that his clothes are very clean, and there are even neat creases that have been stacked for a long time, which is much more particular than ordinary people at the bottom.

The bell ringer was the boss who rushed back from Jinkou in disguise. Zhao Changgeng knew that he had not come back soon, but he believed that he had already grasped enough information to finally decide where he would go. How deep, and he only wants you to obey absolutely.Zhao Changgeng knew that he was not a qualified subordinate. He knew that his boss was indulging him to a certain extent, just as he knew that his boss believed in centralization in his bones, but what he yearned for was the freedom and democracy promised by politicians, even though he knew it was an ideal. Utopia in China.

However, at this moment Zhao Changgeng didn't feel any anxiety in his heart, he was even amazed at his own calmness.I once hated leaving the front line and became a pawn among the many parties behind the scenes; I used to be afraid that my enthusiasm would gradually cool down, and I could no longer see whether my choice was right or wrong.But now he only thinks: whether he is transferred to Yuchuan immediately, or abandoned from now on, what difference does it make?He waited for the boss to pronounce the sentence, but after the silence, the man just sighed at the river: "Take a good look, after today, you won't be able to see such a scene."

Zhao Changgeng was dumbfounded.At nightfall yesterday, the Jinchang District Sub-station of the Supervisory Bureau reported that the vanguard of the Dongri Army had arrived in the suburbs of Tongyang.Tongyang is less than [-] kilometers away from Shangyong City, and once an attack is launched, it will only take a few hours. However, until now, Shangyong's combat preparations are limited to the city. There is no sufficient military equipment, and there is no sign of assistance. How long can you resist in front of the enemy?Zhao Changgeng turned his head to look at the boss, as if he wanted to find a definite answer from every look in his eyes: "Does the military really want to give up on Shangying?"

The boss didn't answer him, but only looked at the distance where Tianshui was handed over, as if he had been independent from the outside for thousands of years, and there was no sadness or joy in the river: "We are only responsible for transmitting information. As for the final decision of the senior military, it is the Bureau He has no right to intervene." He stood with his hands behind his back, his voice seldom softened, like how many times they had discussed and pointed out when they were young. Don’t ask me. Don’t always think about democracy and equality in school, just tell the kids. Since you are a soldier, you have to obey unconditionally.”

Zhao Changgeng turned his gaze back, the river in front of him seemed to be bound by the feet of the sky in chains, the bells had long since disappeared, and the surroundings were very quiet, but he had an illusion for a moment, as if he heard the sound of the surging water brought by the wind from the river.Zhao Changgeng suddenly smiled wryly: "Yes, soldiers obey orders, and eventually they must bow to politicians."

In fact, there are early signs that Shanglong faces the Changhe River in the south, is located on a plain, and has no barriers around it. Therefore, while achieving its advantages in water and land transportation, it is also doomed to be not a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.Right now, the enemy's edge in the east is going up along the river. There is no room for war in the north, and the long river in the south cuts off the retreat route. There is no buffer and mediation conditions in the surrounding area. For no reason, Dongri was cheaper.Zhao Changgeng knew in his heart that there was no doubt about whether or not he would stay in the military, but this kind of thing would have differences anyway, and in the end it just became a game of political life among the various factions.

The boss glanced sideways and smiled amusedly: "How do you know it's wrong? Existence is reasonable. If something is really worthless, time will naturally pronounce its death." Statement Slightly frustrating, as if strolling in the courtyard, "Look at how many people opposed it when it was first built, but in the end it didn't fall apart one by one; but after another 300 years, it was just a revolution under a new banner. Hurry up, such a big foundation, if it is going to collapse, it will fall so badly that it cannot even be lifted up."

"But how do you know it's right?" Zhao Changgeng looked at the backs of the few low-flying seagulls passing by the river, and repeated in a deep voice, "In the 21st year of China, Chengxi thought that the East Japan government would restrict North Korea. The state army, what the central government believes in the nine-party pact, the support of the League of Nations, the factions of the party and the military are in a fierce battle... As a result, the three passes of Beizhou were handed over to others, which became a springboard for the expansion of the East Japanese army to the whole territory. All these will If it is written into history, future generations will laugh at us to death!"

The boss didn't seem to care at all, he was beating an unknown tune with his hands behind his back, as if what caught his ears were just a few naughty jokes: "History is written by people, if you care about these things, you really think too much. Kou, future generations will only laugh at the losers, as for the decisions of those in power, as long as the results are good enough, they will always be correct and far-sighted."

"But history is not a little girl who can be dressed up by others." Zhao Changgeng frowned. He admitted that what the boss said was indeed true to a certain extent, but he never thought it was correct, just like he admitted that change is the essence of eternity, but It is still believed that some beliefs and persistence can live forever in the memory passed down from generation to generation.

"You are right. History is indeed not a little girl who can be dressed up by others. The truth is there, but only a very small number of people will study it. The people are always stupid. If you give them food and clothing, they will be regarded as your parents. How many people will care about the truth that has passed away and whose back is blurred? Therefore, whoever has the right to speak will grasp the truth, and whoever is orthodox has always been like this.”

Zhao Changgeng was silent, because he couldn't refute, not now, not even for a long time.People's wisdom has never been enlightened, so people with lofty ideals are often sacrificed, and loyal people are often played with.The boss just wanted him to accept all this, even if he was numb.Zhao Changgeng thinks that the boss is like this, he will not get into a rage because of anyone's offense, he will just forcefully uncover all the scabs of self-deception, so that people can taste the taste of self-deception.Zhao Changgeng didn't want to continue this kind of heavy debate: "Give up on Shanglong, what should I do at the Jinchang Terminal?"

"Report and retreat, and the others stay." The boss responded without hesitation, but he was as familiar as Zhao Changgeng, and he could still hear the deep sadness in his voice as before, "Jinchang area fell, follow Xiakou will have to live under the fence, after all, he has robbed people of their mouths." Obviously, the difficulty of going to the top not only means that the intelligence work must be transferred underground, but the corresponding effort and risk will be multiplied, and it will also involve party interests, which will hinder the future Not hard to foresee.Even though the boss doesn't want to see this situation, he has to accept it, otherwise the Jinchang area will become a real isolated island.

The air along the river has a moist touch, the boss turned his back to the railing, and breathed out slowly, as if an addict was intoxicated by the smell of tobacco. "That's why, I want you to go to Yuchuan." He paused for a moment, then continued, "Jinchang has never been out of my hands. I know him as well as every part of my body. But it's been too long, Yuchuan Those people guarded me, and I couldn't make any further progress. It's ridiculous to say that I should go if I have to go, but if I go, who can take root in the ordinary intelligence community? It's easy to change a stationmaster, but to change a It is easy to approve love workers, but it is too difficult to rebuild trust, and it is even more difficult to pay for the delayed military plane.”

The boss has never been an emotional person. He is rigorous and thoughtful, and his behavior is low-key but impeccable.Zhao Changgeng also saw him when he was in high spirits. At that time, among the famous scholars in the Pingjing campus, he was just a small picture administrator, but his gestures were full of knowledge and determination, and there was no lack of impassioned enthusiasm. .Sometimes Zhao Changgeng couldn't even tell whether it was the boss who had been smelted into steel in this furnace, or whether he was just playing tricks to the point of proficiency.Zhao Changgeng was speechless, and asked after a while, "So, it's confirmed?"

"Yes, the transfer order just arrived, the Telecommunications Department of Yuyi Main Station, will take up the post in Yuchuan before May, and you still have more than one month of preparation time, which is enough." The boss patted Zhao Changgeng on the shoulder meaningfully, as if for his own The student saw him off, "I know you're upset, and you can complain here. It's fine. You'll understand what to do when you get out. The rear is always more comfortable than the front, and gossip is inevitable. Don't embarrass Jin Chang."

Zhao Changgeng looked directly at this very familiar but never understood elder face to face, and slowly smiled: "Is this a military order?" The boss seemed to be slightly different, but his gaze was still unwavering: "Of course not. "That's good." Zhao Changgeng smiled even more undisguisedly, "Before I leave, I have a request: I want to watch Zhao Qiming transfer back to the Jinchang General Station with my own eyes. If he is exposed, let him withdraw immediately, you It doesn't matter if you want to take care of it or send it to the police, I only want him to live-my brother is different from me, he will really kill himself."

The wind from the river gradually picked up, whizzing past the bell tower, Zhao Changgeng's gaze was so determined that he couldn't avoid it.He never thought that one day his own brothers would go on the same path, but since he has stepped into this industry and cannot turn back, he might as well let the boss personally take him and stand behind the lovers, at least this is what he can do The best choice you can think of and do.He was ready to meet the boss's wrath, but nothing happened, they looked at each other calmly, so long that Zhao Changgeng suspected that all the words might not have been spoken at all, and then he heard the boss' reply: "You will see me soon As long as he obeys the arrangement, he will be the second Du Cheng."