"Caught Dai Chunfeng!"

Hearing these words shouted by the soldiers of the Northeast Army, Dai Chunfeng felt relieved and knew that his life was saved today.

Nowadays, everyone is a swordsman and another is a fish. If the young commander wants to kill someone, there is no need to act like this. Could it be that the other party wants to blackmail the emperor to order the princes?

Then he wanted to see with his own eyes how the deputy commander-in-chief would face the world after committing such a heinous crime.

Since the demise of the previous dynasty and the awakening of national independence and consciousness, any attempt to become Cao Cao or Wang Mang through mutiny is nothing more than an idiot's dream.

When the time comes, there will be no need for the army to come forward, and newspapers from all over the country will push the culprit to the forefront of public opinion. He has no doubt about this.

"Lead the way."

Dai Chunfeng straightened up, held his head high, and put on a generous and righteous look, and said calmly to the soldiers who came to arrest him.

The other party didn't make things difficult for him. An officer winked and someone came forward to search him carefully and then put Lao Dai into a car.

At this time, there were gunshots everywhere outside. Groups of Northeastern troops held torches and rushed to key positions in the city in an attempt to completely blockade Chang'an.

Military and police agencies, banks, telegraph offices, newspapers, electricity, water supply, all important institutions were occupied immediately.

It seems that the Northeastern Army has fully absorbed the experience and lessons of Japan's failed 226 Mutiny and did not give the Central Army any chance to make a comeback.

"Bang~"

A police officer who usually committed many crimes was shot dead in the street. Lao Dai's eyelids jumped as he passed by, and he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Realizing that the mutineers really dared to kill people, he shrank his head wisely, and his originally straight waist seemed to soften in an instant.

The car drove for half an hour and arrived at General Yang's residence in Chang'an New City. The place was brightly lit and many soldiers came and went.

As soon as Dai Chunfeng took a look, two soldiers helped him out of the car, one on the left and the other on the right, and entered the conference room on the first floor of the mansion.

I saw the Marshal and General Yang standing in front of a map discussing something in a low voice, and next to them were several staff officers issuing orders.

"Haha, Director Dai is here."

Seeing Dai Chunfeng, the young marshal put his drawing pencil on the table, walked slowly to him, looked him up and down, and then sneered.

"How do you do your spy work? Commander Yang and I have done such a big thing, and you don't even know about it in advance?

They say the Secret Service is the most elite intelligence agency in the Republic of China, but I don’t think that’s necessarily the case. At least the personnel in Chang’an are very unprofessional.”

The surrounding officers laughed when they heard this. The Secret Service had deployed spies in the Northeastern Army and the Shaanxi Army, and they had long been dissatisfied with this.

Now that they saw the culprit, they naturally had to tease him, and some people suggested that the Marshal kill the spy leader immediately.

"Don't worry, I have something to ask Director Dai."

The young marshal raised his hand to stop the angry crowd, and looked at Dai Chunfeng with a half-smile, who was trembling slightly and suppressing fear.

"Mr. Dai, could you please tell me where your secret intelligence officer in Chang'an is, so as to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings between the two parties.

Don't worry, we are a family, I just want to ask them to go to a safe place to stay for a while, and their lives will never be harmed.

As long as the Chairman agrees with our joint anti-Japanese proposition, I will release you immediately and personally hold a banquet to apologize to you and suppress your shock.

I'll give you a minute to think about it, you'd better not disappoint me, otherwise don't blame General Yang and I for not keeping up with each other."

mean!

Shameless!

Dai Chunfeng's eyes were red with anger. If it weren't for the two pistols pointing behind him, he would have really wanted to die with him and serve his country loyally.

What's more, the secret intelligence agents are all arranged by the Intelligence Department. How can he, a dignified director, have time to pay attention to the information of these low-level personnel.

After a few seconds of silence, Lao Dai explained the situation honestly. It was not that he was afraid of death, but that he wanted to be useful to the leader.

He would not die with eyes closed until he could see the chairman of the committee. Even if he had to die, he would die in front of the chairman to prove his loyalty to someone.

After listening to Dai Chunfeng's explanation, the young marshal and General Yang frowned at the same time. They did not expect this to be the case, and now they are in trouble.

What do you fear most about mutiny?

Of course the news leaked.

In order to paralyze the intelligence system of the Central Army and the national government, the two of them adopted the approach of being secretive and incompatible with each other.

Even if they create conflicts and antagonistic events and show them to outsiders, they will turn a blind eye to the conflicts under their subordinates and let them go.

This was able to escape surveillance. Now that the spies in the city cannot be eliminated, it is easy for Jinling to know what happened in Chang'an.

You must know that there are many Central Army troops stationed in and around Shaanxi Province. Once the national government reacts, they will be passive.

The young marshal was a little hesitant, not sure what to do next. Just then an officer came in sweating profusely and shouted excitedly.

"Caught, Huaqingchi succeeded!"

The Northeast Army and Shaanxi Army personnel present looked happy. The reason why the Japanese mutiny failed was because the locusts were not caught.

In order to avoid this situation from happening, in addition to deploying a battalion in Huaqing Pool, they also sent two reinforced battalions to support.

With so many people fighting 100 people, even if the commander is a pig, he can still win. As long as he successfully controls someone, half the battle is over.

The young marshal changed his hesitation and smashed the table with a bang: "What the fuck, cut off all the power supply in Chang'an immediately.

Organize a patrol team to search for the radio station, and be sure to dig out all the spies. Do not harass ordinary people. Violators will not be spared."

"yes!"

Someone responded, raised their fists to their waists, and ran out. Then one truck after another quickly headed towards the power plant and the city.

After Dai Chunfeng heard the words that Huaqingchi had succeeded, he stood there with a look of despair and said nothing, with thousands of thoughts in his mind.

The leader fell into the hands of the other party, and he, the director of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, cannot escape the blame. Even if he survives today, his future prospects will be lost.

Rather than risking his life, it would be better to vigorously earn a reputation for loyalty and justice. His eyes slowly moved towards the young commander's gun on the table.

Suddenly, Lao Dai thought of his proud disciple and the message, and the next second he felt that he might still have a chance.

After all, who would want to die if he could live? Dai Chunfeng hesitated for a moment and chose to follow his heart, and obediently stood aside and waited for the young commander to deal with him.

12 o'clock passed quickly,

At one o'clock in the morning on December 12th.

There were constant sounds of banging on doors and scoldings in Chang'an City. Houses and shops were emptied out and searched by Northeastern Army soldiers.

Households that are close to each other are placed together and are monitored by specialized personnel to prevent government agents who are mixed in among them from causing trouble.

Dongjiufu Street, where the son's residence of the former Ming Qin King Zhu Xi was located, was no exception. The people were politely "invited" to an open space.

After all, this is the conservative Northwest. The residents automatically divided themselves into male and female teams and discussed in low voices with each other what the big deal was.

Some people said that the Chairman of the Generalissimo was dead, some said that the Young Marshal was seriously ill, and some said that the gunman was being paid. All kinds of gossip spread rapidly.

"Women, don't be afraid."

Among the crowd, a middle-aged woman comforted her companions: "You've seen so many things like this. These soldiers took the money and left.

Anyway, there is nothing valuable in your shop, so go back and tidy it up, so as not to delay your early morning business tomorrow."

Her companion was a young woman with a somewhat ugly appearance. After hearing the words of comfort, she just nodded without saying a word.

Not long after, the entire team of Northeastern Army soldiers left Dongjiufu Street. The residents breathed a sigh of relief and quickly went back to their homes, blocking the doors.

The ugly woman also returned to her shop, looking at the messy interior, she closed the door behind her back and walked into a room.

"Didi didi..."

A few minutes later, an inaudible radio sound came from the room, and a Class A secret message was sent to the headquarters of the Jinling Secret Service.

At the same time, Zuo Zhong was lying on the cot in the office, tossing and turning, and finally got up and turned on the lamp and walked to the window.

The cold wind howled outside the window, and countless snowflakes fell from the sky and then melted. Just like Tokyo a few months ago, it seemed to be foreshadowing something.

He frowned and looked northwest. He didn't know what was going on in Chang'an now, or whether Baldhead and Dai Chunfeng had been arrested.

If something goes wrong and the joint resistance against Japan is not realized, the future of the Republic of China will be in danger. I hope everything goes well.

"Report."

A report interrupted Zuo Zhong's thoughts. He turned around and spread out a document, sat on a chair, took a breath and said in a deep voice, "Please come in."

The person who came was the person on duty from the Telecommunications Department. He saluted neatly: "Deputy Director, there is a call coming on the frequency you left.

We don’t have a code book, so we didn’t translate the message. According to your instructions, no one else has access to the original except me.”

"Very good, give it to me."

Zuo Zhong was very satisfied with this answer. He stretched out his hand and put the original message in front of him, looking at the other party with a serious expression.

"You should know the rules. Don't go back to the dormitory today. Find a room by yourself and never mention this to anyone.

Only after I personally issue the lifting order can you regain your freedom. During this period, your allowance will be calculated according to field mission standards."

There are no rules and regulations. Class A messages are very sensitive. Most of them are strategic intelligence. The operator must "refrigerated" them for a certain period of time.

"Yes, find a room, prohibit disclosure to the outside world, and wait for your order."

The person on duty in the Telecommunications Section repeated the order and left immediately. No one in the Secret Service dared to turn a deaf ear to Smiling Tiger's words.

Zuo Zhong saw the door of the office being closed by the other party, and immediately took out the code book from the space, compared it with the message and began to decipher the content.
To be continued...