allonlinenovel Chapter 1175 Master Feng, thank you very much
Chapter 1175 Master Feng, thank you very much
The photo shows a half-length portrait of Liu Geqing, whose eyes are firm and whose lips curl into a hint of arrogance.
Chen Gongshu turned the photo over, and on the back there was a line of small characters written in pencil, the handwriting was messy but powerful: "Liu has not yet spoken, the Japanese army is using torture, but he is still holding on."
Upon seeing these words, Chen Gongshu felt a slight warmth in his heart, followed by a surge of heavy anxiety.
It is truly remarkable that Liu Geqing has managed to hold on until now, but the Japanese army employs a variety of cruel torture methods, and no one can predict how much longer he can endure.
The rescue operation must be launched as soon as possible.
He carefully put the photo away in his pocket, then repeatedly folded the note and tore it into small pieces. He then picked up his teacup and swallowed the pieces with his tea.
The piece of paper grazed his throat, causing a slight sting, but it also made him more acutely aware of the difficulty and urgency of this mission.
The bronze badge, engraved with a soaring eagle, was a communication token for the Military Intelligence Bureau's Beiping station. He kept it safe and carried it close to his body.
The train continued north, and after passing Zhengzhou, the number of people in the carriages gradually decreased.
Most of the fleeing civilians either got off the train in Zhengzhou to seek refuge with relatives and friends, or dared not go any further north, fearing they would fall into the clutches of the Japanese army.
The carriage gradually quieted down, with only the clanging of wheels on the rails and the occasional cough.
Xiao Li and Xiao Wang leaned back in their seats, closing their eyes to rest, but remained vigilant at all times, ready to get up and respond immediately at the slightest sign of trouble.
When we arrived at Anyang Station, it was just getting light.
Chen Gongshu, along with Xiao Li and Xiao Wang, got off the car and, following the pre-arranged code, met with the Kuomintang liaison officer at a teahouse near the station.
Upon seeing Chen Gongshu, the liaison officer immediately stepped forward and whispered, "Station Chief Chen, Master Feng is already waiting for you outside the city."
The three followed the liaison officer out of the city along a secluded path, and in a grove of trees outside the city, they saw a truck loaded with goods.
The truck was old and worn, and the cargo bed was filled with bulging sacks, exuding a mixed smell of cotton and soybeans.
A man in his forties leaned against the car, smoking. He had a hideous scar on his face that stretched from his forehead to his jaw, making him look particularly fierce.
Upon seeing Chen Gongshu and the others, he immediately threw away his cigarette butt, grinned, revealing a set of yellow teeth, and said in a hearty tone, "You must be Station Chief Chen? I'm Lao Feng, here to pick you up on orders."
This was Dai Li's secret transportation route. The truck driver, Lao Feng, was one of his own and frequently traveled between Anyang and Shijiazhuang, responsible for transporting some of Dai Li's private "specialties" for business purposes.
Chen Gongshu nodded and shook hands with Lao Feng. Lao Feng's hands were rough and strong, covered with thick calluses, marks left by years of holding the steering wheel and doing heavy work.
"Thank you for your hard work, Master Feng."
"What's the hardship? It's all for fighting the Japanese." Old Feng grinned, his tone full of determination: "Get in the car quickly, we need to leave before dawn to avoid the Japanese checkpoints."
Chen Gongshu and the other two climbed into the truck bed, and Lao Feng handed them a thick military overcoat: "It's cold at night, cover yourselves with this so you don't get cold."
The carriage is full of cotton and soybeans. Huddle in the gaps and try not to make a sound. I'll handle any inspections."
The space inside the carriage was cramped, and the three of them could only huddle in the gaps between the burlap sacks, their bodies squeezed and feeling uncomfortable.
Old Feng started the truck, and the wheels rolled as it headed towards Shijiazhuang.
The carriage was dimly lit, with only occasional glimpses of light filtering through the cracks, barely enough to make out each other's silhouettes.
The wheels crunched over the bumpy dirt road, making a creaking sound, quite different from the smooth ride of a train, sending shivers down one's spine.
"Station Chief Chen, why don't you get some sleep? We'll get to Shijiazhuang by noon tomorrow. I know this road well, it's very safe." Old Feng's voice came from the driver's seat, slightly hoarse.
Chen Gongshu wrapped his military overcoat tighter, nodded, but was not sleepy.
He leaned against the sack, closed his eyes, and kept thinking about his plans after arriving in Beiping.
First, contact Zhao Guangyuan at Beiping Station to learn about the remaining forces at Beiping Station and the deployment of enemy and puppet troops.
Then, send people to scout the terrain of Huai Ren Tang and the secret service office in Mei Zha Hutong, and formulate detailed plans for assassination and rescue.
Every step must be carefully planned, leaving no room for error.
"Master Feng, how did you join the Military Intelligence Bureau?" Xiao Wang couldn't help but ask. He was curious about the scars on Old Feng's face and also admired this straightforward man.
Old Feng smiled, his voice tinged with sadness: "My son was in the Northeast Army. He died in September 1, 1931."
He paused, his tone becoming heavy, "When I received the news that day, I was completely stunned. My son was only twenty years old, not even married yet, and he was gone just like that."
The Japanese occupied our land and killed our people; I must avenge this.
Later, the Kuomintang agents contacted me and said I could drive, asking me to help transport personnel and supplies. I agreed without hesitation.
"If I can contribute to the fight against the Japanese, even if I die, I can face my son and my ancestors with a clear conscience."
Silence fell over the carriage, and everyone was filled with grief and indignation.
Too many young people like Lao Feng's son sacrificed their lives in this war.
They may have been just ordinary soldiers, without any earth-shattering achievements, but they used their lives to protect this land.
Chen Gongshu gripped the Colt pistol in his arms, his conviction growing stronger.
Dai Li said, "We can provide people and guns if needed, but even the best equipment needs people to use it."
Those brothers who died in Tianjin, those comrades still imprisoned in Japanese dungeons, those young people who died on the battlefield like Lao Feng's son, and the millions of suffering people—their revenge must be taken!
This war must be won!
Despite the bumpy ride, the truck avoided several Japanese checkpoints and made its way to Shijiazhuang.
Old Feng was an extremely skilled driver, always able to find secluded side roads to take detours. When he encountered patrolling Japanese soldiers, he could turn danger into safety by relying on simple camouflage and calm response.
Chen Gongshu would occasionally chat with Lao Feng, and from him he learned a lot about the situation on the front lines in North China: the deployment of the Japanese army, the rampant activities of traitors, and the suffering of the people. Every single thing made him feel uneasy.
Early on the morning of the 10th, the truck finally arrived at the outskirts of Shijiazhuang.
Shijiazhuang was the location of the forward command post of the Japanese North China Area Army. The city was heavily guarded, with Japanese troops patrolling the streets and alleys. The city gates were especially strictly inspected, with every person and vehicle entering and leaving being checked. Entering the city was by no means easy.
Old Feng parked the truck in a secluded grove of trees and said to Chen Gongshu, "Station Chief Chen, the warehouse of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Shijiazhuang station is just ahead. The contact person is waiting for you inside."
"This is the best I can do for you. The rest of the journey is up to you."
Chen Gongshu and the other two got out of the car and said goodbye to Lao Feng. "Thank you, Master Feng."