Cicada Moving

 Chapter 1142 “Can’t write more”

On the day Zuo Zhong arrived at the border area, half an hour after Dai Chunfeng received the mysterious telegram, He Yijun received an internal call.

In the room opposite the office of the deputy director of military unification, He Yijun, dressed in military uniform, stood in front of his desk, putting the microphone to his ear.

"Secretary He, Shen finally arrived at the bandits' den in Ping'an today. Not only was he unscathed, but he also used an excuse to reprimand the rebels. It's very satisfying, very satisfying! Hahaha."

It was Dai Chunfeng's voice on the phone. His tone was very relaxed and he sounded in a good mood. His proud disciple was so unwilling to give face to the underground party. As a teacher, he also had merit in front of the committee.

 “Thank you, bureau chief, for informing me.”

He Yijun's face burst into a bright smile after hearing this, and he replied happily. After hanging up the phone, he couldn't help but have red eyes.

The team escorting the consolation group of the military was attacked and disappeared in the northwest. The leader was probably Deputy Director Zuo. This matter was widely circulated among the middle and upper-level spies, and various gossips were heard.

 Some people applauded this. For example, Li Qiwu and others, who had always been at odds with Zuo Zhong, wanted to celebrate with gongs and drums.

There are also people who are anxious, such as He Yijun, Gu Qi and others. They know that this matter is not a rumor. The deputy director did indeed lead a team to accompany the condolences group to the northwest.

　　Everyone was on pins and needles when they thought that the deputy seat's life and death were unknown. If they had not been disciplined, they would have been on their way to the northwest.

Now that he has received the news that Zuo Zhong is safe, He Yijun finally lets go of his worries, but a question arises.

In order to receive telegrams from the **** team in time, she left the radio on in her office 24 hours a day and watched it every step of the way, but she did not receive any news.

 So, how did Dai Chunfeng know about this?

 Could it be that the **** team changed the contact frequency and used the backup frequency to send a message to the Telecommunications Office?

He Yijun calmed down and thought deeply. After a while, she walked out of the office and went to the telecommunications office to find a female operator and called her out.

The two chatted in the corridor in a low voice for personal reasons, discussed for a while the latest fashionable items in Shancheng, and finally made an appointment to go shopping together.

A female agent naturally wanted to have a secretary who could please the deputy director, so she agreed without hesitation.

As the conversation was coming to an end, He Yijun casually mentioned that if there was a message from the **** team, he hoped that the other party would notify her in time.

The female agent also heard about the rumors in the bureau and knew what He Yijun was worried about. Thinking that this was not confidential information, she immediately replied respectfully.

 “Okay, Secretary He.”

“Well, please, you go ahead and I’m leaving.”

He Yijun smiled and said goodbye. When she turned around, the original smiling expression disappeared instantly. The Telecommunications Office did not receive the message, but Director Dai was able to accurately grasp the whereabouts of the deputy. There is only one explanation for this matter.

 There is an eyeliner around the deputy seat!

She returned to the office calmly, took out the telegraph newspaper and translation book, and thought for a long time about what she wrote on the paper with her head down. Finally, she turned on the radio, put on her headphones, and waited silently.

 Northwest.

Zuo Zhong and his group and the **** troops from the Eighth Route Army passed by the pagoda and walked along the flat dirt road for more than half an hour before arriving at the south gate of the border area. At this time, a welcoming team of thousands of people had gathered near the city.

Mr. Chen felt unhappy when he saw this. It reminded him of the welcome ceremony held by the Communist Party at the airport when he got off the plane, and he thought that the underground party was also going to waste people and money.

But after getting closer to the crowd, he discovered that both the Eighth Route Army and the common people were wearing patched clothes and cloth shoes. Everyone's appearance and appearance were extremely simple, and their smiles came from the heart.

This is in sharp contrast to the well-dressed government officials and forced-smiling students in the mountain city. It is obvious that the welcome in the border area is pure hospitality and not a show of pomp.

Mr. Chen felt a lot more relaxed. He and other members of the condolences group bowed and waved to the welcoming crowd as they walked.

Since the tour of the condolence group was very short, the staff of the Border District Diplomacy Office responsible for the welcome wasted no time and quickly invited everyone to the welcome meeting.

There were three to four thousand people attending the welcome meeting. Everyone was sitting on the ground. The hundreds of people sitting in the front row were some overseas Chinese who had returned from Nanyang and some from the southeast coast. When they saw Mr. Chen and others, it was as if they were seeing someone from afar. The relatives who came were generally very happy.

Seeing so many fellow countrymen, Mr. Chen excitedly delivered a speech in Hokkien, expressing the determination of the overseas Chinese in Southeast Asia to support the motherland’s war of resistance and their expectation for victory.

Just as he was talking, there was a sudden commotion behind the venue. Someone shouted something like "the underground party is roaming without fighting", and the order on the scene instantly became chaotic.

Zuo Zhong, who was at the front of the crowd, immediately turned his head and stared at Xu Enzeng with murderous eyes. Is this **** so brave? He really is not afraid of death!

Just a few days after the farce of stopping people to file complaints, this happened again as soon as they arrived at the border area. If the consolation group was offended, all of them would suffer.

 In fact, Xu Enzeng felt aggrieved. This matter was indeed his arrangement before departure, but after blocking the road and complaining, he decided to suspend the action.

Unexpectedly, there were attacks and ambushes along the way. He was unable to contact the outside world and had no time to issue orders.

Mr. Chen's face was as dark as water, and he was increasingly dissatisfied with the despicable actions of the Guo Party. When he was about to negotiate with Zuo Chong, a female overseas Chinese student from Nanyang in the front row raised her hand.

“Mr. Chen, it’s okay. This is a secret agent sent by Shancheng to cause trouble. I also met Mr. Zhang Ji when he came here a while ago to give a speech.”

As soon as he finished speaking, several soldiers from the Ministry of Social Affairs escorted the two troublemakers back, and normal order returned to the venue.

Well, Xu Enzeng is here to give credit to his old subordinates and old friends, as a meeting gift, right?

Zuo Zhong's nose was almost crooked with anger, but the deputy minister next to him did not change his smile. He even asked Zuo and Xu to bring two tea jars, and Zuo and Xu drank tea enthusiastically. It's so heart-wrenching! The welcome meeting ended quickly. The staff of the diplomatic office prepared a not-so-lavish dinner, but the sympathy group was very satisfied.

They did not come back to enjoy themselves. If they want to eat and drink well, there is no need to risk their lives in the border areas. They can just stay in the mountain city. The government is very willing to spend money in this regard.

After the meal, the female overseas students from Nanyang who accompanied them got up one after another and expressed that they would rush back to the school more than ten miles away overnight to avoid missing classes tomorrow morning.

Mr. Chen was a little worried and wanted to ask someone from the Communication Office to **** him. Unexpectedly, these female students smiled and said that the atmosphere in the station was very good and there was no problem walking alone at night. They often did this and nothing happened.

 In just one day, what the consolation group heard and saw in the border area made them deeply suspicious of some of the rumors they had heard in the past.

When the moon was rising over the treetops, the condolences group and the government delegation were escorted off by the staff of the Communications Office and stayed at the border guest house.

The so-called guest houses are just a few clean and tidy cave dwellings. Even the beddings are old, but they are relatively clean. They are not comparable to Minister Kong's Jialing Hotel.

After taking a short rest, Zuo Zhong ordered the accompanying radio operators to set up antennas, report the trip in detail to the Shancheng headquarters, and request further instructions.

The beeping of electric keys kept ringing, and the interference from the high-power radio made the lights flicker on and off. After several rounds of contact and translation, a well-trained telegraph operator delivered two telegraph newspapers to him.

The first telegram was sent by Lao Dai. The other party asked Zuo Zhong to closely monitor the ideological trends of the condolences group to prevent the overseas Chinese in Nanyang from being red-blooded. If necessary, they could be forcibly taken away from the border area.

　　Forced removal?

 How to wear it? Use a headband.

The underground party is not a vegetarian. Mr. Cheap must have drunk too much. Zuo Zhong cursed secretly and turned to read the second message.

This telegram was sent by He Yijun. It reported several important tasks and some greetings. Other than that, there was no sensitive content.

Zuo Zhong returned to the room with the telegram, carefully checked whether there was any monitoring equipment, then sat at the table, took out a code pad from the space, and replaced some words in the telegram.

“The Bureau was informed in advance about the safety of the condolences group and the on-site conflicts.”

Looking at this line of writing on the paper, Zuo Zhong's pupils shrank. He had cut off contact with Shancheng since the convoy was attacked. Lao Dai knew that the condolences group had escaped and could be interpreted as a notification from the underground party, but he scolded that Officer Zhu…

 Is it because I have Dai Chunfeng’s eyeliner around me?

 Or is there Dai Chunfeng’s spy in the underground party?

Although Zuo Zhong is the deputy director of the military command, this does not mean that he knows the information of all lurking personnel. Unlike the underground party, which attaches great importance to organization and personnel work, the senior intelligence officials of the Guo Party have moles with single-line contacts, and outsiders have no way of knowing it. .

Dai Chunfeng has this kind of mole, and so does he. These people have no identity, no records, no files, and only rely on special passwords to communicate with each other.

Tapping his fingers on the table a few times, Zuo Zhong lit the message and put it in the ashtray. He stood up and walked to the door of the cave with a gloomy expression on his face.

 Early the next morning.

 The head of the Eighth Route Army and the deputy minister of social affairs came hand in hand to accompany the condolences group to visit the fourth branch of the Anti-Japanese University. During the visit, Mr. Chen noticed that the students did not salute deliberately when they saw the two.

One student playing basketball even greeted the leader loudly and invited him to play a game. The leader immediately took off his coat and started playing ball with the students. The atmosphere was very lively.

Thinking of someone's behavior in Huangshan's official residence, Mr. Chen has more ideas and is more eager to hold talks with senior officials in the border area.

So on the afternoon of the second day after arriving at the border area, the condolence group, led by the border area staff, went to visit an ordinary cave dwelling area. Zuo Zhong and Xu Enzeng also accompanied them for "protection."

They were there for most of the day, and it was not until late at night that everyone returned to the guest house. Wu Chunyang and Gui Youguang immediately gathered around and asked if they had gained anything from their trip.

Both Zuo Zhong and Xu Enzeng were silent. They returned to the room with complicated expressions. After returning, they lay on their respective beds and recalled the conversation they heard outside the simple cave dwelling.

“On the issue of the relationship between the two parties, your party should make more concessions and seek unity through unity.”

“Mr. Chen, we only respond appropriately to their attacks under forced circumstances. If we seek unity through unity, not only will unity fail, but the progressive forces will also be attacked and destroyed.”

 “Then what does your party think of the Fruit Party?”

“There are merits and demerits, but if the government is lost, the united front will be unimaginable.”

Comparing such a sincere and objective attitude with someone's various slanderous remarks about the underground party, the two are incomparable.

Even Xu Enzeng has to admit that in terms of personality charm and openness, one person is far inferior to the other person.

Zuo Zhong put his hands behind his head, full of excitement. If he could see that person, he would not have returned to this era in vain. It is a pity that he cannot write more, otherwise this book will be lost.

While thinking about it, there was a buzzing sound outside the house, and the sound became louder and louder. The next moment, Gui Youguang rushed into the house, dragging him out and shouting outside.

 “Everyone, move quickly, there’s an airstrike!”

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