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There was no sound in the room.

Zhao Changgeng pulled off the earphones, the current noise continuously reverberating in his mind, and the long and clear ticking sound interspersed with it, like a thin thread, passing through the brain, pulling every nerve, throbbing with extreme regularity.He reached out and rubbed his temples, and met the gazes of his boss and the elites of the telecommunications department as expected.

Seven hours ago, the No. [-] duty room of Jinchang General Station stationed in Tongyang County, Tongyang County, received an abnormal signal from Jinkou while routinely monitoring the military radio station.The other party sent "BOSSDESUZAKUURGK" (Suzaku calls the boss, urgent.) three times in succession, and then switched to encrypted code.The operator immediately recorded and saved the content of the telegram, and at the same time, according to the current number correspondence method in the station, manually recorded the eight-digit string on the next page, and handed it over to Du Cheng, the confidential secretary.

Judging from the part of the clear code, it is obvious that this is a message from our own internal line to the regional headquarters, and the sending and receiving names have been checked correctly.Du Cheng accepted the copied newspaper familiarly, and after the operator left, he quickly locked the door, took out a new version of the Kangxi dictionary from the first drawer near the wall in front of the desk, and performed a second translation based on the copied content:

05-04-04-1211-04-08-1611-17-00-011208-11-11-0102-01-03-2106-01-07-4308-20-14-02310-03-02-0301-18-08-1201-07-01-0305-03-07-7703-18-02-0201-17-03-044705-04-7311-16-00-0101-07-02-0105-04-02-0709-06-16-0104-04-13-0803-13-02-0111-04-08-1106-01-09-7401-29-02-0303-13-02-0111-04-08-1106-02-00-0110-17-00-0107-23-05-0506-09-06-0404-01-05-1710-03-08-3010-16-07-1801-01-02-0102-03-09-37

East Land Flying Twelve (East Japan Army Flying No.12 Team) and Sea Ship Three (Navy Third Fleet) are planning to send out 23 Fengjing machines (Fengjing A47M fighter jets) in Jixu (5rd Xushi) to attack Pingyin Port and Pingyin Railway Station.Urgent, please report quickly.

The news sent directly from the enemy's rear must be dealt with immediately according to the rules. Du Cheng didn't dare to delay, so he immediately handed over the tape and the transcript to the station chief Yu Bingxin for review.The man standing in front of the window only glanced at it, then ordered him to prepare the radio station, then stood for a while, stubbed out the cigarette butt, locked the door and walked to the telecommunications room.

Du Cheng may not know some things, but the boss who is the head of Jinchang in the name of Yu Bingxin can't be clear about it: Pingyin and Shanglong are separated by a river, south of the Changhe River, surrounded by Yu Pingshan. The terrain is low and the population is small, and it has always been a small and remote town; but since the war started, its location on the Changhe River in the north and the Jinlin-Changyang trunk line in the south has become a major innate advantage. In addition, it is surrounded by mountains. The terrain is hidden and difficult to detect. As early as when the gunshots from the Yushi Bridge sounded, Pingyin had already played a role as a secret transfer station in the Yangtze River Basin.

There are so many large and small cities in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River that even if you count them one by one, it is logical that you will not be able to reach this corner of the land.But no matter how Dongri gets the news, once the content of the telegram is true and Pingyin is bombed, not to mention the loss of tens of thousands of ammunition hoarded and the paralysis of the hub, even the entire route of military supplies in the lower reaches of the Changhe River will be exposed to the enemy. This battle, which was already extremely difficult, was even more impossible to fight.For now, the only way to quickly identify the true and false information is to respond in the shortest possible time.

The radio operators in Jinchang Station are all veterans of telecommunications, especially those who can access core information. The boss called everyone late at night for this purpose.Right now, Zhao Changgeng has checked the recording five times from beginning to end. Prior to this, everyone on the scene, including the boss himself, who had received Suzaku's report had already checked and listened to the recording. No one dared to listen to it. Come up with an exact statement.But Zhao Changgeng knew that he had to say something, so he stood up and shook his head: "It's not like that."

Yu Bingxin stood with his hands behind his back, his seldom-worn military uniform was gathered in the shadows, like a statue, his original color could not be discerned.He didn't speak, and naturally no one around dared to make a sound, and it was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling.Zhao Changgeng knew that the boss wanted to listen to him, so he made a little organization and responded, "The sense of language is wrong. Suzaku is an old intelligence agent, and he used to use short and short sentences. This passage was too careful, as if he was afraid of using the wrong sentence." .”

The person on the other side did not comment, but just said noncommittally: "We have checked the recording materials, and the handwriting has no flaws." According to regulations, all suspicious signals detected must be recorded immediately for review.Among the seven people present, there are many people who have more business experience and contacts than Zhao Changgeng. Now that there is no problem, it is really impossible to find any loopholes.Zhao Changgeng didn't care about these, his eyes didn't move, and he followed closely: "Handwriting can be imitated."

Yu Bingxin glanced at him with the yellowed light in the room, his face was neither sunny nor rainy.The person in front of him is his favorite student. It has to be said that this guy is indeed gifted in telegraphy. Not only does he have a strong memory, he has a photographic memory, but he is also extremely sensitive to radio frequency.So from the very beginning, he arranged for Zhao Changgeng to be the head of the telecommunications department under him. Later, the war in Central China was tense, and the Jinchang area urgently needed to establish a channel for information circulation. The side branch identity was used as a cover to establish a connection with the 23rd Brigade's inside line.

"How sure are you?" After a moment of silence, Yu Bingxin asked, his voice circled around the four walls, and the words fell to the ground.The four circles were eerily quiet, and Zhao Changgeng turned a blind eye in full view of the crowd, and answered frankly, "Absolutely." The implication is nothing more than that the sense of language is still a feeling after all, and it has no reason to care about it. There is no way to tell based on the evidence, "Is there no outside news?"

As the hub of intelligence collection and transfer for the entire region, it is natural to not rely solely on a single means such as telecommunications to judge the authenticity of the content of a telegram.So far, other news lines emanating from Jinchang General Station have also sent back the enemy's movements one after another:

Since the 23th, the cargo flow at Jinkou Cargo Port has increased sharply. The intelligence agents mixed with the port laborers have witnessed thousands of wooden boxes being loaded into the military trucks disguised by Dongri; In addition, the monitoring team hidden in the public rent also detected the surge of radio waves between the [-]rd Brigade of the Army stationed in Tianjin and the [-]th Fleet of the Navy docked in Heyin.

——There are various indications that the enemy forces near the mouth of the river are plotting something recently.

"Dongri is preparing." Yu Bingxin replied.For people like him who live underground all year round and earn their living by smell and experience, this sentence is enough.Zhao Changgeng understands that they can only inquire about everything they have, and their opponents have the most sophisticated telecommunications equipment, sufficient cryptography talents, and rich espionage and counter-espionage experience. It would be difficult for the intelligence team that hastily pulled up in the early years to get cheap in front of such an enemy.

But for the sake of the entire battle in Central China, this day must be reached, even if the hands are dripping with blood and the feet are stacked with dry bones.In this world of cannibalism, those who fall behind can only pay for their lives, until the successors step on the corpses of the predecessors and break into the enemy's interior, and the most confidential information is intertwined and passed back to the rear station.That's why intelligence personnel like Lao Sheng must be kept and used at all costs.

The boss, as the Chinese government's in charge of the intelligence battlefield in central and eastern China, has land and human life at stake, so he has to be cautious about this kind of issue: "As far as you know, how to deal with telegrams?" Zhao Changgeng didn't answer immediately this time. , he hesitated until the time was so long that even he felt that it was too much, then he met the man's gaze again: "Just treat it as a piece of waste paper."

Yu Bingxin frowned.As if aware of the other party's hesitation, Zhao Changgeng turned his head to the side, turned his eyes back from the staff who dared not show his atmosphere, and said in a relaxed tone, "Then call Yuchuan and tell the truth." Taking the special line zero, To disturb Yuchuan, just to report a piece of news that was too late to continue to be verified and suspected to be false. It was obvious that the subordinates could not let the headquarters take the burden.

Everyone looked at Zhao Changgeng as if they were looking at a dead person: Who doesn't know that the head of Jin Changzhan is gloomy and harsh, and he is the ancestor of the industry. I can also say a few words. If this kid dares to speak like this in public, he probably doesn't intend to die.

Yu Bingxin didn't say anything, just stared at it uncertainly for a while, then took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, waved to the others and said, "Okay, you're all gone!" For a long time, after hearing this, I felt as if I had received an amnesty, and I went away in a short while.Zhao Changgeng saw that the voice was far away, carefully opened and closed the door again, then turned around, and said seriously: "It doesn't make sense, how did Dongri know that Pingyin is our distribution center?"

The authorities used Pingyin only because of the convenience of its geographical location and the concealment that is difficult for the enemy to detect. They even hired a large number of locals to restrict access to further secrecy.The lower reaches of the Changhe River are dotted with cities and towns, intertwined with water and land. If this allows Dongri to accurately target this secret military resource distribution center, then their intelligence capabilities can only be described as terrifying.

Yu Bingxin looked at it with some interest, and said: "Fenguzhuang in 17 years of Zhonghua, and Juzhangtan in Zhongjuzhangtan in August last year, how do you think Dongri knew?" The foreshadowing of the sudden change in Guanzuo was laid; four months ago, more than 90 Nakajima Type [-] fighter jets used the sentence as a springboard to kick off the prelude to the regular battle in Tianjin.Undoubtedly, East Japan's intelligence played a decisive role in it, but in China, no one can say exactly how all this happened.

The same job, the boss can't guarantee that it can be completed, but Dongri has done it, this is the gap.Yu Bingxin's words were nothing more than a reminder that before all the dust settles, every breath may cause misfortune, and one should not underestimate the opponent at any time.Zhao Changgeng understood the deep meaning, but stubbornly went against the other party's meaning, and refused to let go: "It's not the same. Pingyin is not the leader of the Guanzuo. There is no gathering of Eastern Japanese forces, and there is no flow of idle people. It is just a closed small city in the rear. , of little strategic significance."

He paused as he spoke, and faced the head of the Jinchang station, his face darkened a little: "The aviation squadron opened the way, and the land and sea departments cooperated to deal with a Pingyin. It's a big deal." Dongri's Military resources did not fall from the sky, not to mention that the navy and army have always operated independently. Such a posture must have a sufficient and sufficient reason to support it.Yin Ping doesn't have the qualifications yet.

Yu Bingxin finally showed a smile on his face.At the next moment, both sides spoke at the same time: "Test." If the information about Pingyin as an arms distribution center has been exposed, Dongri can dispatch a squadron of light bombers. The advantage is quick.But the scheming Dong Ri didn't do that.Then there is only one explanation: Although the enemy speculated that the hub was on both sides of the Changhe River and between Yulong based on the data of various parties, they still did not know which city it was, so they simply released news to test the attitude of the Chinese side.

Right now, Xizhu is defecting, and the intelligence network of Jinchang is vibrating.Zhao Changgeng scrutinized the expression on the other side, and understood that he might have already considered these things, so he stopped talking deeply and asked instead: "How long is Suzaku's special training?"

"Phase three." Yu Bingxin responded.Teacher and student for several years, he knows exactly what Zhao Changgeng asked: "Besides him, there are three people in Jinchang, one group of green snakes, seven groups of Feilian, nine groups of red pine, and the total number of other places is only eleven. "Before the Supervisory Bureau ordered the expansion of enrollment, there were 30 students in each special training class, and those who took part could be called elites. Now, more than half of them have been lost in just a few years. It is not difficult to imagine the hardships.

A large area of ​​silence spread, like a thick shadow growing under a lamp.Zhao Changgeng turned his gaze back, and his eyes were clear: "The action team just replied in the evening, and the group directly led by Xizhu has proved their innocence, but one person's whereabouts are unknown, code-named Green Snake." In the occupied area, there are enemy detection traps ahead. In the end, there is one's own butcher's knife, and the abandoned intelligence agents have no choice, either martyrdom or defection.

Yu Bingxin flicked the cigarette ash casually, and said in a calm and stagnant tone, "Suzaku and Green Snake used to be partners." Then they met, if the Green Snake joins the enemy, with their previous tacit understanding, it is not a problem to imitate Suzaku's handwriting.Zhao Changgeng sighed: "I'm afraid Suzaku has already died." Yu Bingxin pondered, tapped his fingers on the table, and uttered a series of low and monotonous syllables: "If necessary, tell Fei Lian and Chi Song to take action. The third phase of disaster, Or let them clean up themselves."

The strong smell of tobacco gathered from all directions, Zhao Changgeng frowned, and replied: "Yes." The boss just wanted a surefire plan, but according to the current situation, he had to gamble no matter what.Zhao Changgeng believed in his own judgment: "It's not for Yin Ping, so what is Dong Ri trying to cover up with this move?"

The gathering of military funds at the mouth of Tianjin can’t be wrong, and the frequent radio waves can’t be wrong. Dongri is indeed planning an operation, or maybe, it will be within the next few days.Zhao Changgeng raised his eyes, and saw Yu Bingxin pointing at the map hanging on the wall with his free hand: For four months, Dongri took Jinkou as the base, took Changhua and Linxing, pointed at Guzhou, and traveled up the river. , it's time to go up.

Going up, Zhao Changgeng was momentarily stunned.

His ancestral home is Hongwei, a coastal acropolis on the troubled peninsula in North China. 500 years ago, the founding king of Dazheng set up a guard here, intending to shock the sea; 500 years later, it was also here that the Acropolis fell and the Dazheng navy was destroyed.Since then, for more than forty years, the homeland has been displaced several times, just like these homeless people who have been tossed all over the world.Zhao Changgeng's stable memory started from Shanglong, and continued throughout his childhood. The gentle water vapor of the Changhe River brewed the city, infecting the youth's culture and beliefs. It also flows the blood of the Yellow River and the Yellow Sea.

So that year, when the smoke and dust that covered the sky and the sun gradually dissipated from the publishing house, he took his younger brother Qiming out of Jinkou and placed him in Shanglong. He believed that this relatively quiet and open city had accumulated hundreds of years of history and culture. , enough to appease the young mind and establish his own values ​​and ideals.Then he went north and south, to make a living, and also to follow the little starlight he had found here.But the young man finally set sail in a place he could not see, just like the paper kites that had inadvertently been flying all over the sky.Until now, even such a piece of pure land is in jeopardy.

Zhao Changgeng has always criticized Yu Bingxin for being too arbitrary, but he has to admit that he was right in one sentence: In troubled times, where can Wuling Taoyuan come from? Tens of thousands of people, even these 3000 years of historical context, will be irrelevant.However, there was no luck. Although Shangyong was not an important military and political town, it was the gateway to Xitong Xiakou. Whether it was used as a springboard or supported by war, Dongri had no reason to bypass this piece of fat.

At this time in the north of China, the Fifth Division of Dongri and the Third Army of the government are stalemate in the southwest of their homeland, separated by the vast middle area between the Yellow River and the Changhe River. The news from Jinchang Station is lagging behind, and I only heard that there is abnormal fighting there. Tragic.With his back to the light, Zhao Changgeng stared at the huge yellow map, his mind was clear: "Can Tainan be held?" There was no response, and the surroundings were so quiet that it seemed that he was talking to himself alone, but in fact, No need to answer at all.

In China's land, there is no question of whether it can be defended or not, only how long it can be guarded.If Tainan is delayed for one day, Pengcheng will have one more chance to breathe and prepare, and Xingzhou, which is further back, is still safe.In other words, these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are buffer zones, and it only depends on who is dragged down first in this confrontation.China is trying its best to survive, but Dongri has ambitiously aimed at Shanglong, trying to advance to the middle reaches of the Yangtze River to echo the battlefield in North China.

"Eastern day will not pass through Xingzhou." In the silence, Yu Bingxin spoke in a low voice as if prophesying.Zhao Changgeng didn't answer: "Mr. Cai announced the arrangement in the afternoon. We will move the school two days later, go to Xiakou along the river, and then go to South China by railway. There will be three batches, starting with science, engineering and medicine." Yu Bingxin took a deep puff of his cigarette and nodded: " Good thing." Zhao Changgeng was silent, and the chandelier rang out for a while. After a brief flash of light and dark, he asked again: "I heard that Banxia has been arrested." The face behind the smoke smiled, and it was unpredictable: "Two hours ago, okay, the news is fast enough!"

Banxia is the contact person for Zhiyuan to transmit information to the main station. Since Xingjun has withdrawn from this line, it is reasonable to not exceed his authority to inquire.Now that Zhao Changgeng's question is fair and aboveboard, Yu Bingxin seems to have no intention of pursuing it, but he walked away with his hands behind his back, and continued: "Liangjiang will replace Pinellia, and I will personally convey the new contact method, as long as Zhiyuan can keep it safe." The smoke is still flowing. There is no sound around, as if the curtain cuts off all senses, leaving only a solitary lamp hanging above the head, casting an increasingly distinct outline.