In June 1942, Baoshan, Yunnan Province.

A man in his forties walked into the courtyard of the Expeditionary Force headquarters. The man carried a semi-new briefcase and nodded to the passing staff from time to time, with a fake smile on his face.

In front of a row of bungalows, the man stopped, took off the key from his waist and opened the safe door. On the nameplate next to the door, the words "Secretariat Confidential Room" were clearly visible.

Walking into the house, there were four desks and a row of iron filing cabinets in the small office. The man placed his briefcase on the innermost table, put his sleeves on and picked up a rag to start cleaning.

Soon, two women in Guojun uniforms pushed open the door and saw the man's movements. One of the younger women rushed forward.

"Director, just sit down and leave it to me."

When the young woman took the rag, another woman opened the thermos bottle plug and tried the water temperature, poured a cup of hot water for the man, and joked with a smile.

"Old Cao, let Zheng He do such small things in the future. Otherwise, people will see the dignified director of the Expeditionary Army confidential office wiping the table, and it should be said that we are ignorant of subordinates."

The man gave her a blank look, but still handed the rag to Zheng He in the other party's mouth. He went back to the desk and sat down. He picked up the teacup and took a few sips, then laughed at himself.

"I don't know how long I can do as the director of the confidential office. You guys, be careful when speaking and doing things in the future, especially you, Lu Banqing, don't be sarcastic."

Lu Banqing was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly went closer to ask: "Who in the army doesn't know your name as Director Cao Anguo, you are the old subordinate of Deputy Commander Du, who dares to remove your position?"

Lu Banqing has an outstanding appearance and a modern lifestyle. Even though he is separated by a table, Cao Anguo can still smell a faint perfume.

In normal times, Cao Anguo would have to make a few jokes, but at this moment he just smiled bitterly: "Who dares? Banqing, do you think I am a big shot? With a word from the top, my director will finish his head."

Zheng He, who was wiping the table next to him, looked like a good girl, and there was a clear stupidity in her eyes under the mushroom head bangs. When she heard Lu Banqing and Cao Anguo's conversation, she timidly interrupted.

"I heard from my father that the leader was dissatisfied with the war and the confidentiality work in the army, and specially appointed a new deputy director of the Political Training Department, which seemed to be called Zuo Chong."

Lu Banqing's hand trembled and looked at Cao Anguo in disbelief. The name Zuo Chong is not a secret among those who are interested, and there are many different rumors about the other party.

What about killing people? If you don’t kill a few Japanese spies every day, you won’t be able to eat, etc.

The truth of these news is difficult to tell, but one thing is certain. Deputy Director Zuo is definitely not a good match, he is a hungry wolf who can eat people.

The confidential office has a close relationship with confidentiality work. If the other party becomes the deputy director of the Political Training Department, he may review the confidential personnel, and these people are the first to be affected.

Cao Anguo sorted out his sleeves and said helplessly to Lu Banqing: "I understand, so don't say that I am the old subordinate of Chief Du, even Chief Du will have a headache about this person's arrival.

Besides, the confidential office said it was a key department, but it was actually just doing the work of documents and had no power at all. There were a lot of troubles. Look at my sleeve, it was dirty again."

Nowadays, the ink is of poor quality and has poor smudge. If you accidentally dip the ink on the cuffs, you need to wear a sleeve for writing.

Lu Banqing tidied up his clouds and sat down slowly in his seat. His movements were full of style. Cao Anguo smacked his lips and continued to drink tea.

At this moment, a greasy and pink face turned in and opened the door. He first stared at Zheng He greedily, and then came to Lu Banqing and took out a small box to show off, with a very frivolous tone.

"Banqing, look at what this is, Nanyang pearl ointment, this is a good thing my uncle brought from the mountain city. Come and I will wipe it for you."

Lu Banqing leaned back and raised his eyebrows and scolded me softly: "Fang Chengze, don't think I don't know what you are thinking. If you make a frivolous word again, I will report this to the superior. The newly arrived deputy director Zuo can't tolerate sand in his eyes."

Fang Chengze's face froze, and he took two steps back awkwardly, but he still said stubbornly: "The person with the surname Zuo is a major general, and so is my uncle. Fang is not afraid of him."

This made Lu Banqing sneer continuously, and Cao Anguo shook his head secretly. Only Zheng He blinked his big black eyes, as if he didn't understand anything, but after careful observation, he could find that a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes.

The uncle named Fang was just a division commander. Although he was given the rank of major general, he was in office, which was far from the major general who was officially appointed by the Wei Hui of the Army.

Not to mention Zuo Chong is the leader's confidant. He is a mere miscellaneous teacher. Not to mention showing off his character in front of the other side, he may not even be qualified to speak loudly.

Seeing Fang Chengze's expression awkward expression, Cao Anguo blew: "Okay, Chengze, you go to the Chief Office to send today's message, Banqing, take out yesterday's secret file."

Hearing the director calling him, Lu Banqing chuckled twice, got up and walked to the file cabinet with a gust of fragrant wind, turned the password, took out a few documents and handed them to Zheng He.

Zheng He looked solemn, picked up his pen and wrote down his name, time, and information on his hand. Then he compared the password book to start writing a secret message.

During this period, everyone deliberately kept a certain distance from her, including Cao Anguo.

After the secret message was completed, Fang Chengze also signed the registration book, and reluctantly took the document bag marked with the top secret and went to the chief office with the sealed document.

This is the work flow of the confidential room. Confidentiality specialist Lu Banqing keeps confidential files, confidentiality Zheng He draws up the telegram, correspondent Fang Chengze picks up and sends the documents, and director Cao Anguo is in charge of the overall situation and is responsible for supervision.

At this time, at the expeditionary force station, Cao Anguo and others were not the only ones who came to Zuo Chong. In a certain office, a group of people whispered.

"What happened? Why did the Zuo person be attracted? Do you know how difficult that guy is?"

"Brother, what do you mean? It is our unanimous decision to shift the blame to the Japanese spy. Do you want to jump the ship?"

"Oh, if you have something to say, this plan is good, but I didn't expect the committee to send Zuo Chong to the front line."

Seeing a good show of dog biting a dog about to happen, a man at the head slammed the table and made corresponding arrangements to cheer for his subordinates or himself.

"Okay, don't scare yourself, so what if Zuo Chong is? You wipe the P shares clean. I don't believe that Zuo Chong can find the problem."

"My man is right, the one with the surname Zuo is not a god!"

"It's extreme, it's extreme..."

Half a day passed quickly, and the group of people in the confidential room came to the cafeteria to have a meal. The officials at all levels who were rare in the past were now crowded in front of the door as if waiting for something.

Zheng He stood in the crowd and waved to a major general. The major general looked over with a tiger face. Zheng He stuck out his tongue and pulled Lu Banqing back to the back.

"Here, come, line up."

There was a shout in the commander's team. More than a dozen senior officers immediately sorted out their instruments, stood in two rows according to their military rank and position, with their heads raised and their chests standing in front.

Soon, several high-end cars drove to the canteen and stopped. Amid the guards' dazzling guard measures, Chief Du and a smiling young man walked out of the car door.

The moment they saw the two, everyone present saluted. They didn't know the young man, but they could chat and laugh with Chief Du, so the person who came must be Zuo Chong, the protagonist of the welcome ceremony.

Chief Du was not good at socializing, and saw this and turned around and said lightly: "Deputy Director Zuo, you are here from afar. Du should welcome everyone, but the war on the front line is difficult, so you can only feel wronged and have a meal in the cafeteria first."

Zuo Chong, who was taken to the canteen just as soon as he got off the plane, kept his smile and sincerely expressed: "Sir Du, Zuo is also a soldier. He should put state affairs first, so the canteen is very good."

Song Minghao and Gui Youguang, who were accompanying him, nodded and agreed. The army was different from the mountain city. When it came to other people's territory, it would be better to be low-key, otherwise there would be no place to make sense if they were shot black.

The performance of Zuo Chong and others surprised Chief Du. He thought that the spies were arrogant and arrogant, and it was not an exaggeration to say that they were just a pampering person. Unexpectedly, the military commander and other people were so sensible, so that would be easy to deal with.

Chief Du finally had a smile on Gu Jing Wubo's face and his attitude became a little warmer. He walked to the officer who came to greet him and introduced everyone's titles to Zuo Chong.

Not everyone can be as calm as Chief Du when facing the leader’s confidant. For example, a teacher named Fang is extremely flattering and bends his waist very low while speaking.

When introducing the major general whom Zheng He knew, Zuo Chong stepped forward and grabbed the other party's hand and said affectionately: "Brother Zhuzhai, hello, before leaving, Deputy Director Zheng asked me to bring you a letter from the family. Let's have a good chat after lunch."

This person is Zheng Tingbing's clan brother, Zheng Tingji, the major general infantry commander of the 200th Division of the Expeditionary Force and the commander of the 598th Regiment, whose courtesy name is Zhuzhai and whose pseudonym is Reborn, was the leader of the future Gongdelin bathing team.

Rebirth has a few famous lines:

"It's been a long time since I died (take a bath). Everyone lined up. The first team died first, and then the second team died again!"

"You go and die soon", "You die first, he dies later."

Although he was not good at speaking, the other party was a rare general who had killed the Japanese military brigade commander Masao Nakamura at Kunlun Pass.

However, the hero is not in a good mood now, especially after seeing the alert eyes of his colleagues around him.

No matter which army he was in, it was a big taboo to have a good relationship with the spies. Zheng Tingji cursed his clan brother and Zuo Chong in his heart, and nodded slightly on the surface.

Chief Du didn't care and raised his hand to invite the army to enter the cafeteria. After everyone had a meal, they left. Zuo Zhong and Chief Du, Zheng Tingji found a conference room to sit down and talk in detail.

As a professional soldier, Chief Du did not go around the circle and directly asked Zuo Chong how to carry out anti-espionage work and whether the cooperation of the Chief Office was needed.

Zuo Chong also made a clear head and expressed his plan: "The first priority for Bei Zhi to come this time is to determine whether there is a connection between the defeat and the Japanese spies. Only by confirming this point can the anti-espionage work be carried out."

Chief Du and Zheng Tingji frowned. The other party's implication was that there might be other reasons for defeat. Whether it was improper command or someone dereliction of duty depends on the conclusion of the Military Commission.
Chapter completed!