Republic of China Tycoon Reborn

While the two of them spoke in lowered voices, on the other side of the thick brick wall behind them, two jailers were monitoring their conversation. It is true that the brick wall is extremely thick, but it was built by specially hired experts.

Craftsman, the sound transmission effect is excellent. When they heard this, solemn expressions appeared on their faces. This was the only useful news for so many days. One of them hurriedly reported it to Sun Fuming, while the other continued to monitor.

The sound of soft footsteps reached Du Yuesheng's ears, and an enigmatic smile appeared on his lips. Then he made a gesture, and the two people's voices were further lowered. The jailer standing behind could no longer hear clearly. There was nothing he could do.

, he had no choice but to put his ear to the wall.

Two hours later, Du Yuesheng breathed a long sigh of relief and reached out to pick up the dirty porcelain rice bowl in front of him.

There was a "click" sound, which was the sound of Du Yuesheng tapping the wall with his rice bowl. Then there was another "crash" sound, which was the sound of him scratching the wall with the coarse porcelain bowl. Du Yuesheng

It seemed that he fell in love with this little action, and for a while, the sounds of clicking and clicking sounded one after another. Thanks to the sound transmission wall, these noisy sounds echoed clearly in the cell. The jailer could no longer hear Du Yuesheng and Jiang clearly.

What Zhiqing was saying made him almost crazy.

The jailer was extremely angry, and in this underground secret room, the rest of the revolutionaries who could hear the voice held their breath, for fear that they would miss any syllable. All those who could understand became serious, and they were silent in their hearts

Translation of this piece of Morse code.

"Beidou?" Sun Fuming narrowed his eyes slightly and became a little discouraged: "These revolutionary parties actually have such skills? Are they playing with high technology? Who knows what a clear code is?"

Everyone frowned. The telegraph had just emerged. Except for specialized talents, no one understood what the telegraph was about. Sun Fuming stretched out his hand and his subordinates immediately understood. One of them ran to the innermost place and stood on an iron door.

Knocking hard on the door.

The door was immediately opened from the inside. In front of a radio station, two radio soldiers came out and bowed: "Deputy Commander-in-Chief, what do you want your subordinates to do?"

"You two tell me what clear code is and how to send this thing."

The two of them smiled, and just as they were about to bow to answer, one of them's expression changed: "What's the sound?"

Sun Fuming listened to the sound of long or short bowls knocking on the wall outside, and replied absently: "The dead ghosts are so idle, don't pay attention to them."

"No, that's Morse code, they're transmitting a message!" The two telegraph soldiers immediately told what they had discovered.

Sun Fuming's eyes widened: "This thing can also send news?", and then he pondered: "Can you hear what they said?"

"Sir——", one of them smiled bitterly: "Without the corresponding code table, no one can understand the meaning. If you want to decipher it, it will take a lot of time. As you know, the Revolutionary Party's level of telegraphy far exceeds ours.

, we may not both be able to decipher——"

"Go and beat them!", the irritation on Sun Fuming's face began to appear. Although they were all imprisoned here, even if they talked face to face, it would be okay, but when he heard that they were sending messages in cipher text, Sun Fuming still felt uncomfortable.

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The two soldiers immediately rushed toward Du Yuesheng with ferocious looks, and the rapid footsteps were getting closer and closer. Du Yuesheng stopped what he was doing: "What do you mean? Are you letting me out or something?"

"Don't make trouble for me, do you think we are stupid? Do you think our people can't understand this mo...mo thing? If you make trouble again, I'll kill you, and you won't be able to leave for the rest of your life!"

, the jailers originally thought it was Jiang Zhiqing who was up to something, but they didn't expect to see it was Du Yuesheng until they met, which made them a little confused.

Suddenly, the pungent smell of fireworks wafted over, and then puffs of thick smoke began to float in the underground secret room.

"What's going on?" The jailer looked suspicious. Could there be a fire here?

Du Yuesheng took advantage of their daze and suddenly moved! The dagger in his hand kissed the two jailers like a poisonous snake! One of them was caught off guard by Du Yuesheng's move and fell to the ground bleeding. The other was shocked and hurriedly retreated.

, Du Yuesheng's dagger only made a cut on his body.

"Rebellion, rebellion!", the jailer called to his companions, while retreating. There was more and more thick smoke in the dungeon, seriously blocking the line of sight. However, the thick smoke blocked the line of sight, but it could not block the sound. The jailer's cry was in the dungeon.

There was an echo inside, and then the door of the guard room was opened, and the entire team of officers and soldiers rushed out menacingly.

Jiang Zhiqing looked at the pile of straw in front of him that was wet with his and Du Yuesheng's urine. He leaned over and lit it with a match. Suddenly, the place was filled with thick smoke. The thick smoke ignited outside was also caused by other revolutionaries.

Made in the same way.

Taking advantage of the thick smoke, Du Yuesheng quickly changed clothes with the dead body on the ground. The thick smoke choked him to tears, but he could only endure it. The soldiers began to divide their troops, each looking for the source of each thick smoke. Du Yuesheng was assigned to

There were only seven soldiers here. Jiang Zhiqing suddenly hit the iron door with his shackles like crazy: "You lackeys of the Qing court, I'm going out!"

This immediately attracted the attention of all the jailers: "This kid is fucking crazy!", the jailers hurriedly opened Jiang Zhiqing's cell door, seven people waiting for one, and began to beat Jiang Zhiqing wildly! At this time, the dungeon

Something strange happened suddenly, and they couldn't find anyone to be angry with. Jiang Zhiqing acted like this to make himself unhappy.

The thick smoke here made it difficult to see everything, and Du Yuesheng hurriedly walked out of the cell. Relying on his memory, he hunched over and ran towards the entrance with a low body. The officer and soldier uniform he had just put on,

People who saw him occasionally didn't pay much attention to him. Because the prison had become a mess, and everyone was looking for the source of the riot and trying to control the Revolutionary Party.

Du Yuesheng swaggered and hurriedly rushed to the entrance. There, a total of twenty officers and soldiers held guns and knives and did not participate in the chaos inside. Sun Fuming had already unsheathed a saber in his hand, and he was making his way to the only entrance. Look.

When he saw them, Du Yuesheng knew that it was impossible for him to sneak out. He gritted his teeth and finally decided to take a gamble!

The door of the guard room was wide open, and thick smoke drifted in. The noise here was very light, and the figures were clearly visible. The officers and soldiers came in and out in a chaotic manner, all looking extremely anxious. Du Yuesheng straightened his body and walked in swaggeringly.

Then he lowered his head and patted someone on the shoulder: "Your Majesty, you have an order to send a message to General Nade. Where is the transmitter?"

"Inside!", the man was busy going out to calm down the chaos, and gave Du Yuesheng a finger. Du Yuesheng strode towards the iron door. As soon as he left, the man suddenly realized: How come he has never seen this person before?

Moreover, everyone knows the location of the transmitter, why doesn’t he know it?