N-A-A Chapter 107 It's better to let Old Fourth die a truly humiliating death at the hands of his own
Chapter 107 It's better to let Old Fourth die a truly humiliating death at the hands of his own
Chapter 106 It's better to let the fourth brother truly sacrifice himself for his country than to let him "die a humiliating death at the hands of his own people."
(1.5 words today, please vote!) Chen Gongshu took the telegram and quickly scanned it.
The telegram begins with a commendation order for Wu Jinzhong, the station chief of Tianjin Station, praising his "outstanding contributions in obtaining and providing crucial strategic intelligence during the Su Rizhang Gufeng Incident, and the Ministry of Military Affairs has specially approved his promotion to the rank of Major General in the Army..."
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The following details the reason for the commendation: Tianjin Station received detailed intelligence from "The Good News Bird," the former ace agent from Shanghai Station who had lost contact with the Japanese army, regarding the Japanese army's attack on Zhanggufeng on July 29. The intelligence transmission method (vinyl record) and the reason why Tianjin Station was unable to establish direct contact with "The Good News Bird" were also explained.
It also emphasized that Ambassador Gu Weijun of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to France used this intelligence at the cost of severe alcohol poisoning to secure for the Republic of China a full one and a half armored divisions with 60 of the most advanced Soviet-made tanks!
The telegram concluded with a stern order to the Shanghai station to expedite the search for the "Newsbird" and to establish a stable connection at all costs in order to obtain more valuable intelligence.
Chen Gongshu took the telegram, slowly sat back in his chair, his expression gloomy and uncertain, his fingers unconsciously tightening, almost crumpling the telegram paper.
He handed the telegram to Zheng Luxian.
After reading it, Zheng Luxian was furious and raised his voice eight octaves: "Damn you, Wu Laogui, how could our 'Good News Bird' appear in Tianjin?"
And Wu Jinzhong, that old fox, got all the credit for it?
This...this intelligence report from the Drummer's Edge is far more significant than the combined strategic intelligence reports from the previous three reports provided by the "Good News Bird"!
"Let me correct you," Chen Gongshu's voice was cold, with a hint of barely perceptible sourness and urgency, "It's not that it's more severe than the previous three times, it's that the nature of it is completely different."
The first three intelligence reports, no matter how accurate, only affected the outcome of a single battle, limited to the battlefield between the Japanese and the Chinese.
This time... it has affected the overall strategic landscape!
Its value is immeasurable.
They traded intelligence for a half-armored division! A half-armored division!
It's still the most advanced heavy tank armored division!
Previously, the entire Nationalist army only had one old armored battalion of tanks, and the armored battalion wasn't even called a "battalion commander."
Instead, his damn name is Major General Qiu Qingquan, the "Commander of the Armored Brigade," or "Crazy Qiu"!
Now they've got four whole armored battalions...
That adds four more Major Generals to the roster of "Armored Battalion Commanders"!!!
Wu Jinzhong, Wu the Old Ghost, Wu the Fox... with this one achievement, he easily surpassed us all and was promoted to Major General first. Quite... quite... quite...
Well deserved;
He said the last four words with real difficulty.
He suddenly stood up, his eyes gleaming: "We really can't wait any longer!"
We must find the "Good News Bird" before everyone else! After completing the task assigned by the boss, Mr. Lu, you immediately go and personally arrange for "Old Gun," "Old Ghost," and "Iron Man" to use all their connections and manpower to concentrate their efforts on finding out which of our three targets—Ikeda Mogen, Minglou, and Han Zhenhua—left Shanghai between mid-July and late July, especially... who recently visited Tianjin!
Once we figure this out, we can be almost 100% certain of the true identity of the "Good News Bird"!
"Yes, stationmaster! I'll take care of it right away!" Zheng Luxian also realized the seriousness and urgency of the problem, and hurriedly left after accepting the order.
Only Chen Gongshu remained in the office.
He strolled to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain, and looked down at the still bustling streets of the French Concession. His face was so gloomy it could drip water.
"Major General... Wu Jinzhong... Old Ghost Wu... Old Fox Wu, I never expected you to get there first!" He muttered to himself, a nameless fire burning in his heart mixed with a strong competitive spirit.
He, Chen Gongshu, the top dog of the Military Intelligence Bureau, the "ruthless scholar," asked himself in terms of ability, seniority, and merit, how was he not better than Wu Jinzhong?
Now, the other side, relying on the merit of "Good News Bird," the ace agent who originally belonged to their Shanghai station, delivered himself to their door, has overtaken them and taken the lead in donning the general's uniform!
This feeling of being second best gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.
He craved merit, promotion, and even more so, the chance to prove himself to be the sharpest and most valuable blade under Boss Dai's command!
No, we can't keep doing this "small-scale" thing. I, Chen Gongshu, must make a great contribution!
His mind raced, and a long-brewing, extremely bold and ruthless "plan" gradually became clear and took shape.
He remembered the three tasks that Boss Dai had given him: rebuild Shanghai Metro Station (completed), contact "The Good News Bird" (in progress), and have Wang Laosi "gloriously die for his country".
Wang Laosi... the culprit who caused the near destruction of the Shanghai station due to a major mistake, and indirectly caused "Baoxiniao" to be out of contact for several months!
His feelings for Wang Laosi changed from sympathy for a close comrade-in-arms to brotherly affection (which is why he never devised a plan for Laosi to "die gloriously for his country"), and for the first time turned into anger!
If it weren't for your stupidity, Fourth Brother, instead of guarding a "gold mine" and picking up "coins," wouldn't it have been better to just wait patiently at the Shanghai station for the "good news bird" to deliver your great achievement?
What kind of assassination is this?!
Let them assassinate us; that's our Military Intelligence Bureau's specialty. But the assassination failed, and they wiped us out. Otherwise, why would the great achievement that should have belonged to our Shanghai station have been given to that old bastard Wu Jinzhong?
However, he then thought that if it weren't for the fourth brother's actions, he wouldn't have been able to come to Shanghai, and the credit wouldn't have been his either!
He recalled the days when the "Four Great Warriors" of the Fuxing Society fought together, drank together, and shared both glory and disgrace, and he sighed again!
Alas! Life is full of disappointments!
Suddenly, a brilliant "suicide mission" plan came to mind.
It came to mind for Chen Gongshu.
Rather than let the fourth brother "die a humiliating death at the hands of his own people!"
It would be better to let him truly "sacrifice himself for the country in a grand and spectacular way." I think, Fourth Brother, he would understand and carry it out!
Thinking of this, he pressed the bell. Xia Shuiqing, the head of the general affairs department, hurriedly came in and gave a military salute!
"Immediately send a telegram to Zhengzhou-Luoyang Station (previously written as Changsha Station, which was a mistake and has been corrected), and order Deputy Station Master Wang to return to Shanghai immediately."
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Study in a villa at No. 169 Jing'an Road, Shanghai, in the former British Concession.
Han Zhenhua sat behind a large mahogany desk, with a thick stack of documents spread out in front of him.
This isn't some physics formula manuscript; it's a copy of "Shanghai Daily Interesting News Information Summary (Preliminary Catalog)" that Bruce Lee just sent over, still smelling of ink and paper.
The entire twenty pages were filled with densely packed entries, each a distillation of the essence of what 2755 rickshaw pullers in Shanghai had seen and heard today, strictly adhering to his requirements: each entry title should not exceed twenty characters, concise and to the point.
"On San Ma Road in Hong Kong, two Japanese ronin beat up a Chinese businessman in the street, and the police were slow to arrive."
"A man in a suit and a woman in a cheongsam are arguing at a café on Avenue Joffre in the French Concession, mentioning payment for goods," and "the docks."
"In the old town of Nanshi, there are suspected unidentified traffic lights flashing at night, roughly in the abandoned warehouse area."
"In the Yangshupu factory area, a conflict broke out between Japanese supervisors and workers, suspected to be instigated by underground union members."
"In the Zhabei slums, several unfamiliar faces have recently appeared, behaving suspiciously and unlike local residents."
"At the Shiliupu Wharf, there was an irregularity in the loading and unloading of goods. Dozens of boxes of unlabeled goods were left unattended and were guarded by Japanese soldiers."
"At a mansion on Yuyuan Road, a banquet was held at night, during which high-ranking members of the puppet regime held secret talks with Japanese military officers until late at night."
All sorts of messages, a total of 2,750, are like countless fragments, piecing together the breath, throbbing, and undercurrents of this isolated island of Shanghai in 1938 throughout the day.
Ordinary people, faced with this ocean of information, will only feel dizzy and overwhelmed, not knowing where to begin.
But Han Zhenhua is different.
We're people with cheat codes; problems that can be solved with technology should never be solved mentally, physically, or in a way that "damages brain cells"!
A knowing smile played on his lips as he pulled out his most prized possession—his AI phone—from the "specially designed zippered pocket" inside his inner shirt.
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Turn on the phone, unlock it, and open that all-powerful mobile AI software.