Zuo Chong was fascinated by the lake and felt that he had had a dream. In the dream, he was reborn, joined the secret service, fought to the death with the Japanese, and even accepted a cheap teacher who was not very reliable.

This dream is so real. Many people appear in it, such as He Yijun, Wu Chunyang, Big Baldhead, etc. They look at me with smiles on their faces, and their images are so vivid.

Slowly, all these things seemed to be like old photos that were instantly wiped out. What appeared in front of his eyes was the eternal darkness and the distant female voice. Gradually, the voice became clearer.

"Central News Agency News... The Japanese invaders launched a brutal air raid on Zhabei and other places. Among the people, the dead were lying on the ground, the injured turned to their sides and screamed, with broken limbs and heads everywhere, and blood flowing in streams... The scene could not be more tragic."

Japanese?

Air raid?

Suddenly, Zuo Zhong felt a sharp pain in his head. He subconsciously opened his eyes, only to see a patch of white in front of him, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of potion and blood.

You can still vaguely hear someone crying and howling, someone shouting loudly, someone yelling helplessly, and the countless sounds mixed together make people upset.

Amidst the noise, his memory began to recover, and he finally remembered something.

Yes, he went to Shanghai South Station to repair electrical equipment, and was bombed by the Japanese army. The air wave from the explosion knocked him to the ground, and then he lost consciousness.

You didn't die this way, so you seem to be lucky.

The Japanese dropped a heavy aerial bomb, with a shock wave damage radius of at least 50 meters and a fragmentation damage range even larger. It was a miracle to survive such a scale of bombing.

Zuo Zhong turned his neck with difficulty and found that he was in a single ward. There were oxygen tubes and a stool on the left, and a familiar figure was washing towels next to the washstand.

"What's today's date?"

He licked his lips, resisting the pain in his brain and asked.

Hearing the voice, the figure from behind quickly turned his head. When he saw Zuo Zhong, who had opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with tears. Then he took a deep breath to regain his composure and forced a smile to reply.

"Sir, you have been in coma for two days. Today is August 30th. I am the nurse hired by your company. Please wait a moment while I call the doctor."

After saying that, He Yijun wiped his forehead with a towel and walked out quickly. The cold feeling made Zuo Zhong feel a little comfortable, and his stagnant brain started to work.

He was unconscious for two days. I wonder if Gui Youguang found evidence of collusion between Ji Yunqing and Chang Yuqing, and whether the intelligence and reconnaissance work on the Japanese army would stop because of his injury.

At the juncture of the war, the person in charge of intelligence was unable to perform his duties, which would definitely have an impact on the war. The old man always said that a gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall. How could he forget it?

On the battlefield, bullets and cannonballs will not deviate by one point just because he is a reborn person. This time it was good luck, but what about next time? People cannot always rely on luck.

Thinking of the dense crowd of people on the platform, Zuo Zhong felt a sudden pain in his heart. He regretted it, and his angry emotions surged up like a tide and drowned him.

"Please come in, I'll be waiting outside."

"OK, thanks."

He Yijun's voice came from outside the door, and then a doctor in a white coat walked in. After the door closed, he took off the mask on his face, but it was Ling Sanping who he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Mr. Xiong, how are you? Do you feel any discomfort in your body? Your country's consulate took it seriously when it learned that you were injured. It arranged for a consultation with the best doctor in the hospital and took X-rays.

Judging from the X-rays and examinations, you are very lucky. Apart from some minor concussions and leg fractures, there are no other injuries. You can be discharged from the hospital after a few days of recovery."

Ling Sanping held the medical record book with one hand, pinched Zuo Zhong's head, arms and legs with the other hand, performed a simple physical examination, and briefly introduced his physical condition.

Zuo Zhong, who goes by the pseudonym Mr. Xiong, forced a smile: "Thank you doctor, I feel good, but my head still hurts a little. I think it's a sequelae of concussion. I should be fine in two days."

By the way, do you know how many people were killed and injured at the South Railway Station that day, how did the Japanese explain this incident, and did the national government and the concessions protest against the Japanese atrocities?"

Ling Sanping picked up the pen and wrote down the inspection results. After writing, he looked at He Yijun who was walking around outside the door and glanced at him.

"A total of more than 700 people died. Since they were burned by the fire at the train station, it is impossible to count them accurately. What the Japanese can say is that they were bombed by mistake.

I heard that the Japanese military also issued an "Aviation Force Utilization Law" that allows pilots to conduct indiscriminate bombings, attack central institutions including the military, economy, and government, and directly attack citizens.

The national government was busy fighting the war and cleaning up the mess in the concession, and had no time to protest against the Japanese. Instead, the US and British governments started a diplomatic lawsuit with the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs due to the casualties of their citizens."

More than 700 people, these beasts!

Zuo Zhong opened his mouth but said nothing, and closed his eyes in pain. The South Station was far away from the firefighting area, and there were no military facilities at all. The Japanese bombing was completely a planned and barbaric massacre (anti-harmony).

As for the "Law on the Use of Air Forces", it should be the latest intelligence collected by Song Minghao and others. It is impossible for the Japanese to publicize such a law that blatantly tramples on the bottom line of human morality.

This showed that the intelligence work in Shanghai had not stopped, which was good, otherwise he would have to bear the blame for his death. He felt relieved a little, but was soon shocked by what Ling Sanping said.

"Not only the South Station, but the Japs dropped incendiary bombs at the North Station the day before yesterday, and the fire bombs are still burning in the Zhabei area. Almost all the local factories were destroyed and all the buildings were in ruins.

The Japanese did not miss Jinling Road and dropped a heavy aerial bomb, which hit the balcony on the third floor of Xianshi Company. The explosion and the collapse of the building killed more than 800 innocent civilians."

Ling Sanping's expression seemed indifferent, but the veins popping out on his hands showed that he was not as indifferent as he looked. After a pause, he spoke in a low voice about several other tragedies (to prevent harmony).

“The Chinachem Hotel and the Huizhong Hotel were bombed, and corpses were strewn on the scene. The injured were crushed under the bombed buildings. The wailing could be heard from miles away. The bodies of the victims were left in a pool of flesh and blood, and their limbs were mutilated.

The intersection of Yujuliao Road and Aidoya Road was also bombed. At that time, a large number of refugees gathered on both sides of the road to shelter. The aerial bombs blew up or collapsed nearby houses, and the number of casualties was impossible to count.

During the bombing, more than 20 cars parked on the roadside first caught fire, and cables broke and fell to the ground, causing fires again. The disaster was even more tragic. Broken limbs and bodies were scattered everywhere, and the Bund was stained red with blood.

This bombing killed 1,800 people and injured nearly 2,000 people. The number of houses and properties that were bombed and burned is incalculable. Do you know what business is best in Shanghai these two days? It is a coffin shop."

Even though a doctor was used to seeing life and death, but seeing countless compatriots fall under Japanese bombings, Ling Sanping still smiled miserably when he said this.

Yes, any conscientious Chinese would not be heartbroken and angry when hearing these figures.

The ward became extremely quiet. Zuo Zhong was stunned for a few minutes and tried to adjust his mentality. It was useless to just be angry. To deal with animals, you must use the same methods to deal with animals.

He signaled Ling Sanping to come closer with his eyes, and after the other party's ear was close to his mouth, he gave an order in a hoarse voice: "Inform the operatives in Shanghai to immediately carry out poisoning operations in all residential areas in Hongkou.

Primary and secondary schools, hospitals, commercial institutions, government agencies, and military departments are all included. Do you understand? I don't care about the elderly or children. I just want to see the death numbers.

In addition, there is no need for evidence, investigation, or interrogation for unsteady elements. As long as there is suspicion, the most thorough sanctions will be implemented to eliminate the signs of defection and rebellion. This is very important."

Zuo Zhong issued a counterattack plan with murderous intent. The Japanese would use indiscriminate bombing, and the Secret Service would use indiscriminate poisoning. However, the speed must be fast. If it is too slow, someone will definitely stop this behavior.

Perhaps his brain has been damaged by coal poison. Once foreigners are involved and foreigners are concerned, the leader will calm down the matter and just kill tens of thousands of ordinary people. The more people die, the more international people will support the government.

But he forgot one thing. If the Japanese are so frightened, those people who are at both ends of the spectrum may choose to cooperate with the other side. If the government does not fight back, people's hearts will be in chaos. Once people's hearts are in chaos, everything will stop.

Mencius once said that the weather is not as good as the right place, and the right place is not as good as the people.

When the war first started, the Japanese army had a slight advantage in weather and timing. Since it was the rainy season, the Japanese army's superior aviation power could not be fully utilized.

However, as the rainfall decreases and thunderstorms become less frequent, this situation will soon pass, and the weather will be on the Japanese side.

As for the geographical location, China and Japan are currently competing repeatedly for strategic points, and there is no clear winner. The problem is that countless elite troops of the Korean army disappeared under the bombardment of heavy artillery.

This combat method of injuring 800 enemies and 8,000 self-inflicted wounds cannot last long. The longer the delay, the greater the Japanese advantage. It only takes a few minutes to produce artillery shells, but it takes a long time to train qualified soldiers.

It is inevitable that the government will lose its geographical advantage if we use human lives and advanced military equipment to fight against it.

Obviously, the Guo Party can only use the hearts of the people. This war is a local war and a counter-invasion. As long as the hearts of the people are stabilized, there will be a way.

Therefore, Zuo Zhong issued these two orders not to vent his anger, but because he had to do so.

This should be used to express Jinling's attitude towards traitors and the Japanese, and to warn certain people not to take the wrong path.

Ling Sanping was frightened by Zuo Zhong's words. He knew what a terrible scene it would be if highly trained intelligence agents let go and launched attacks on ordinary people.

Poisoning, arson, assassination, sabotage, these are the basic skills of members of the Secret Service. Not to mention ordinary people, even well-trained Japanese soldiers are no match for the spies.

What frightened him even more was that there was no need for evidence, no investigation, and no interrogation. This meant that there was about to be a bloody storm in Shanghai, and countless people would be killed.

But he did not hesitate and nodded slightly, indicating that he would convey the order to others.

He is a Chinese first, and a doctor second. As a Chinese, there are certain things that he has to do.

"Thank you doctor, I'm a little tired."

After just thinking and communicating, Zuo Zhong felt extremely tired and spoke. Suddenly he heard Ling Sanping open the door and go out to explain something to He Yijun, and then fell into a deep sleep.

After a hundred days of straining his muscles and bones, it was already mid-September when he went to the ground again.

Most of the injured at the train station in the hospital have been discharged. They cannot afford the expensive hospitalization expenses and left early even if their injuries were not healed.

Zuo Zhong was sitting in the garden under the sun, looking at the newspaper in his hand and feeling depressed.

From August 23 to this time, China and Japan gathered a large number of troops to fight hand-to-hand in Luodian. They fought repeatedly and launched a fierce tug-of-war, which was even worse than the last war.

The Guo army, which was poorly equipped and lacked heavy weapons, was bombarded by Japanese ships, artillery, and aircraft. Entire companies and entire camps were killed on the battlefield. Many battalions, regiments, and even divisions lost most of their strength within a few days.

Fortunately, the rustic spirit of the officers and soldiers was still high. The protracted battle left several towns in ruins. The battlefields were littered with mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. Almost every inch of mountains and rivers had blood.

On the 5th, the Japanese army launched an attack on the 583rd Regiment of the 292nd Brigade of the 98th Division stationed in Baoshan. The 3rd Battalion, determined to survive with the city, resisted to the death. Even though the city was without help, it still inflicted heavy casualties on the enemy.

On the 6th, the Japanese army fired sulfur bombs and attacked the city with tanks as the guide. The third battalion launched street battles with them. Most of the officers and soldiers died heroically, and the rest were captured and brutally killed. Baoshan fell.

Starting from the 7th, Japanese reinforcements continued to arrive.

On the 9th, the Guo army suffered heavy casualties and retreated beyond the range of the Japanese naval guns, waiting for reinforcements.

The Japanese army continued to increase its troops. The 9th, 13th, and 101st divisions, 1 brigade and 1 detachment stationed in Xiaoliuqiu, and 2 puppet brigades entered the battlefield one after another. Together with the navy and air force, the number of troops reached 200,000.

The Guo Army also transferred the 10th, 19th, 21st and other three group armies to the Fuhu Theater, with a total strength of nearly 70 divisions and more than 700,000 people. This does not include patriotic organizations such as the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Action Committee.

A battle involving millions of people is naturally very brutal. Often, not long after a division is sent to join the battle, all the troops are wiped out before the next battle plan can be deployed.

Some recruits could not even stand at attention and take a break. They were sent out just after being taught how to shoot, aim and basic combat disciplines. As a result, they died heroically within minutes of arriving at the front line.

Some people don't even know where the enemy is, and they are shot to pieces. Only the names on the roster prove that they once existed, and nothing else is left.

Zuo Zhong put down the newspaper and looked up at the few black spots flying quickly in the sky. As he had judged before, once the rainy season passed, the Japanese's air power was completely released.

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From morning to night, Japanese planes like locusts could be seen bombing and strafing everywhere. If this hospital was not inside the concession and had something to do with the consulate, it would have been bombed long ago.

After a long attack on Shanghai, the pretext of destroying the Republic of China in three months was blown away. At this time, the Japanese no longer concealed themselves and attacked civilian buildings in large numbers, such as Jinan University and Southeast Medical College in Zhenru. The former was half destroyed and the latter was completely destroyed.

Tongji University, Fudan University, and Chizhi College were all or mostly reduced to ruins by Japanese bombings and shelling. 14 higher education institutions in Shanghai were destroyed or occupied by the Japanese army.

Factory buildings that were finally built with great difficulty were also destroyed in batches, resulting in immeasurable economic losses. A large number of ancient buildings such as Longhua Temple, a famous scenic spot in western Shanghai, were damaged in the Japanese air raids, and countless Buddha statues in the temple were destroyed.

Not only are they wreaking havoc in the air, but the devils on the ground are even more ferocious.

The Japanese army killed and brutalized civilians and armed targets indiscriminately, causing countless lives to be devastated. Countless streets, towns, villages, schools, factories, shops, and temples were razed to the ground, and thousands of residents became refugees.

In Baoshan County alone, more than 10,000 people were shot, stabbed to death, burned, beheaded, and disemboweled. This clearly exposed the brutality of the Japanese.

A few days ago, the Japanese army suffered a defeat in Yinxiang Town, Yangshupu. They burned and killed them wantonly before retreating. When they exited Broadway Road, they burned the area around Dongyouheng Road, Tangshi Road, and Dongxihuade Road. The streets in the Yangshupu area were reduced to rubble.

These blood eucalyptus caused the death of thousands of people, and the corpses piled up in mountains, rotting and stinking, and finally caused the plague to breed and spread almost to the entire Shanghai.

The Japanese wanted to destroy the economy, industry, and cultural power of the Republic of China, and tried to scare away people who dared to resist with bloody killings, but this behavior was doomed to be in vain.

There is a Chinese saying that goes like a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye.

Since Zuo Zhong issued the poisoning order, the Secret Service has achieved remarkable results. In the first attack, all Japanese students from three schools in the Hongkou area died. This is thanks to the Japanese habit of eating in groups.

The mixed poison made of ricin and cyanide is extremely lethal. As long as it is ingested, it is basically equal to death. If you want to survive, you must carry out rescue regardless of the cost, and the premise is that there are enough doctors.

The spies would naturally not make such a mistake. At the same time as they poisoned the school, several Japanese hospitals were attacked by dangerous goods, and dozens of doctors who had been trained for more than ten years were reduced to spare parts.

Without any worries, under the leadership of Song Minghao, operatives in Shanghai repeatedly poisoned condiments in water supply systems, restaurants, and markets, causing panic among the Japanese in the Hongkou area.

Over the past ten days, a total of 300 Japanese soldiers died after eating poisonous food after leaving the military camp. Thousands of ordinary Japanese people were killed and injured. For this reason, the Japanese government actually lodged a protest with the national government.

What is even more unexpected is that someone actually ordered to stop "illegal actions against civilians." After the order was passed to Shanghai, an angry Gui Youguang threw away his wig and wanted to fight the Japanese on the battlefield.

Fortunately, Song Minghao was mature and prudent and managed to control him. Otherwise, this guy would really be able to do things on the front line if he acted like a fool. But you can't blame him. Anyone who encounters this kind of thing will be angry.

The only good thing about this is that the Japanese have restrained some of their behavior in urban areas, but they still do what they should do outside the city. They have understood the fruit party's fear of making things worse.

The spies had no way to take revenge, so they could only vent all their anger and resentment on the traitors who surrendered to the enemy. They killed so many people on the beach in Shanghai that the price of obituary notices in newspapers doubled.

Zuo Zhong shook his head slightly. If the top is not strong, it will be useless no matter how hard the people below him try. After so many days of training, it is time for him to be discharged from the hospital, and it is time for Chang Yuqing to deal with it.

Thinking of this, he supported the armrests of the wheelchair with both hands and stood up slowly. He stopped He Yijun who wanted to come over to help him. He gritted his teeth and walked towards the ward step by step, his feet becoming more stable.

Just as Zuo Zhong was trying to walk again, the Hartung Garden located on Jing'an Temple Road in the public concession was bustling with activity. A charity banquet to raise funds for war refugees was being held.

This is the largest private garden in Shanghai. The owner of the garden is the famous real estate king, Judah wealthy businessman Hartung. The design of the garden is based on the Grand View Garden, and the scenery is excellent.

From the expansion in 1902 to the completion in 1910, it took 8 years and covered an area of ​​300 acres. It was called the Grand View Garden on the Sea. It was opened to the outside world after Hartung's death.

This charity banquet was co-sponsored by celebrities in the city, and all of them were well-known people. Chief Yu from Shanghai Special Market personally stood at the door to greet the banquet, chatting and laughing with a few people.

Among them are the boss of "Shen Shen", the editor-in-chief of "Times", a big reporter of "News", and a wealthy Chinese in the real estate industry.

Looking at the banquet hall in the garden with Japanese architectural features but a colonial-style balcony, expensive drinks and food are placed on a large round table for guests to take.

Under the melodious music, everyone was holding goblets filled with champagne and hugging each other. They were all in suits and ties, and had oily hair. There were more people speaking English than Chinese.

After Chief Yu and others entered the door, a man wearing glasses and a plaid suit walked out from the wall. He had an old wallet under his elbow. Every time he saw someone, the man nodded and bowed, handing out business cards one by one, asking questions as he did so.

Litigation?

It turned out that he was a lawyer soliciting business, but who knows how to litigate? This move made many customers frown.

When the guard at the gate saw this, he ran over and beat him away, beating and cursing him. The man's business card was scattered on the floor. Without daring to speak, he ducked into the alley next to him and escaped a good meal.

beat.

"Suna, bah, dogs look down on people."

The man cursed as he walked, spat, and came to the corner. He shook his head and looked around, his expression suddenly serious, and he took a few steps to a black car that was turned off.

After confirming that the area was safe, the man took off his glasses and disguise to reveal his true appearance. It was Zuo Zhong's old subordinate Wu Chunyang. Someone in the car saw him and quickly got out of the car and asked.

"Captain, hasn't the target come yet? The banquet is about to start. Will this guy run away because of the wind? If he doesn't come again, Xiaoliu won't be able to hold on anymore."

When Wu Chunyang heard this, he looked towards the driver's seat. A pale young man was leaning on the seat. Seeing him looking over, he forced a smile and trembled his lips, wanting to say something.

"The target is an old fox. He is cunning by nature. He has secretly defected to the Japanese this time. He will definitely be on guard against our assassination and will not be there until the banquet starts."

He explained to the person who asked, then opened the car door and grabbed the young man's cold right hand, speaking softly with red eyes.

"Xiao Liu, good brother, be patient and take the medicine. The target will be reached in a moment."

With that said, Wu Chunyang put a white pill into the other person's mouth.

"Commander... Chief, don't worry, I will definitely complete the task."

After the young man named Xiaoliu took the medicine, a strange red color flashed across his face, his breath became much calmer, he held the steering wheel firmly with both hands and made a serious promise.

But out of sight, streams of blood emerged from the wound on the upper right side of his abdomen and dyed the ground red. It was obvious that he had been seriously injured.

Wu Chunyang rubbed the other party's head and pretended to be relaxed: "I believe you are the first batch of elite soldiers from our department. A traitor will definitely not be able to stop you."

After he finished boasting, he was silent for a moment and looked into Xiao Liu's eyes: "If there hadn't been a problem passing the checkpoint, you wouldn't have been bitten by the patrol. Doctor Ling is in Shanghai, maybe..."

He violated the confidentiality order for the first time because he didn't want to watch his brother who had shared life and death together with him on so many missions die like this in front of him.

"No."

Xiaoliu interrupted him with a smile and covered the wound with his hand: "I was shot in the liver and can't be saved. Doctor Ling said during the training that you just let me fulfill this last wish.

In the end, all my family members are gone, so there is no need for pensions. The money will be left to brothers in need, but I am not willing to watch the Japanese perish. If you win, please don’t forget to tell me."

Speaking of this, Xiaoliu's eyes were full of hatred, and the wound was bleeding. The medicine made by the Japanese not only kept people excited, but also accelerated the flow of blood.

"Okay, I promise you."

Wu Chunyang knew that his family members were all killed by the Japanese, and the only purpose of living was revenge. Yes, what else do they have besides hatred now?

In terms of weapons, training, and even the determination of the top leaders, they were far behind the Japanese. They all said that victory was inevitable if the soldiers were defeated, but no one saw that behind this was the price of lives.

At this time, the person who had asked the question before ran over and reported in a low mood: "Chief, other brothers have received news. The target has appeared, and we will reach the predetermined location in two minutes."

"good."

Wu Chunyang showed pain on his face, and turned to look at Xiaoliu: "Brother, have a good journey, we will see you off, wait for us over there, and we will continue to beat those gangsters in the underworld together in the future."

After speaking, he stood up straight and saluted the other agent seriously, then turned his back and did not dare to look again. Tears finally burst out of his eyes and dripped down his face to the ground.

The sound of a car starting up sounded behind me, and soon it slowly faded away. I don't know how long it took before a dull loud noise came.

"Let's go to the French Concession. We must solve all the goals today."
Chapter completed!