The sudden knock on the door made the three people in the room nervous.
Chai Xue, Liu Danian and Xiao Huo winked.
The two took out the Mauser pistol from the package they carried, and their steps were gentle, and they were placed on both sides behind the door.
"Who?" Chai Xue walked behind the door and asked softly.
"Miss, I'm here to deliver the thermos."
"Please put it at the door." Chai Xue nodded to Liu Danian. She had an impression of the person's voice outside, and she was the guy in the hotel.
"Okay." The guy agreed, and then he heard the sound of the thermos placed on the ground.
Then there was the sound of footsteps leaving gently.
Chai Xue is about to open the door.
But Xiao Huo suddenly made a gesture to the two of them: the people outside did not leave.
At this moment, a voice that lowered his voice came from outside the door, "Is it Boss Pan from Chuzhou?"
The faces of the three people in the room changed suddenly, and they all showed joyful expressions.
Liu Dainian winked at Xiao Huo. Xiao Huo walked away lightly, hid under the bed with a gun.
On this side, Chai Xue put his ears behind the door and replied to the crack in the door, "Is it Nanxiang's Boss?"
"Miss, our master's surname is Bai, Bai Shu's Cypress, Bai Yongcai." He replied outside the door.
The code is in agreement!
Chai Xue looked at Liu Danian, and the latter nodded.
Chai Xue gently opened the door and saw a tall and thin middle-aged woman in her forties and fifties standing outside the door.
She was surprised. Wasn't it a man's voice just now?
"You are Xiaoxue, don't you know your uncle anymore?" Xiong Jiashang said with a smile, speaking in a male voice.
"Uncle Bai, please come in quickly." Chai Xue glanced at the woman in surprise, immediately reacted, let go, asked the other party to enter the room, and then closed the door.
...
Xiong Jiashang glanced at Chai Xue and Liu Danian.
The two people's situation was compared with the description in the telegram, and then he extended his hand to Liu Danian, "Comrade Liu Danian, I am Xiong Jiashang, the Shanghai Municipal Committee of the Red Party. Is the old house in my family okay?"
"Hello, Minister Xiong." Liu Danian happily shook hands with Xiong Jiashang when he heard this. "I used to hear Secretary Fang (Jinghua) mention you, saying that you are a woman."
At this moment, Liu Danian finally felt relieved. Xiong Jiashang just now deliberately mentioned the old house, referring to Comrade Fang Jinghua, the leader of the Hangzhou Red Party.
Xiong Jiashang had previously worked with Fang Jinghua. "Old House" is Xiong Jiashang's description of Fang Jinghua. Fang Jinghua had extremely serious gastric ulcers. In addition, because he was arrested by the enemy, he suffered severe torture and had serious physical risks. When Xiong Jiashang left Hangzhou, he was very concerned about Fang Jinghua's health and said that you should take care of your old house and hold on.
Later, Fang Jinghua suffered from stomach disease and vomited blood. He laughed at himself and said that his old house might not last long.
The meaning of ‘old house’ is something that only within the Hangcheng Red Party and Xiong Jiashang himself know.
"How is Mr. Miao?" Xiong Jiashang asked immediately.
Liu Danian looked at Chai Xue, who was the doctor and had the most say.
"Mr. Miao relied on his willpower to support him all the way. After getting ashore at the dock, he finally couldn't support him and fell into a coma." Chai Xue brought Xiong Jiashang to the bedside and checked her about Mr. Miao's condition. "Mr. Miao is now in a high fever and coma, and the situation is very dangerous."
Xiong Jiashang bent down and reached out to touch "Mr. Miao's forehead, which was so hot.
"Can't wait." Xiong Jiashang said with a serious expression, "We must transfer immediately and take Mr. Miao to see a doctor."
"I agree." Liu Danian said immediately, "But, we just opened a room and checked out now will it arouse suspicion?"
"I can't care about that much." Xiong Jiashang waved his hand, "Transfer immediately."
"Yes!" Liu Danian saluted. Xiong Jiashang was once the leader of the Hong Kong Red Party, and also the political commissar of the guerrillas in the Zhejiang-Jiangxi Border Region. Although Liu Danian had never met Xiong Jiashang before, seriously, Xiong Jiashang was Liu Danian's dual "old leader".
At this moment, Xiao Huo came out from under the bed.
Xiong Jiashang was shocked.
"This is Mr. Miao's guard Xiao Huo." Liu Dainian quickly introduced.
Xiong Jiashang nodded, glanced at Xiao Huo, showed a thoughtful expression, and then his expression returned to normal.
Liu Danian carried Mr. Miao on his back. As soon as he went out, he saw a strong man standing outside the door.
"I'll recite it." The man said.
"I'll do it myself." Liu Danian said quickly. Although he confirmed Xiong Jiashang's identity and confirmed that he was from the Shanghai Red Party, Liu Danian was still extremely vigilant. Only by carrying Mr. Miao himself was the most at ease.
Chai Xue glanced at Xiong Jiashang, and she heard that Xiong Jiashang had just spoken by imitating the accent of this strong man.
Several people left the room, and the hotel owner deducted part of the room money.
Xiao Huo looked at the hotel owner several times with distress, and couldn't help but curse after leaving the hotel, "The unscrupulous capitalist."
"Xiao Huo, shut up." Liu Danian said with a stern expression.
Xiao Huo glanced at Liu Danian and opened his mouth, "Yes, I'm just careless."
He also knew that he shouldn't say what he said just now.
Liu Danian put "Mr. Miao" on the rickshaw. The strong man smiled, picked up a towel from the handlebar, wiped the handlebars casually, then put the towel around his neck, and pulled the rickshaw up.
Liu Dainian also smiled. It turned out that this strong comrade was a rickshaw driver.
...
Nanxiang.
Zhang Wenbai got off the jeep and walked straight to the office.
The guards along the way kept raising their hands to salute.
After entering the headquarters, he took the towel handed over by the adjutant and wiped his sweat.
For front-line combat and command needs, Zhang Wenbai moved the war room from Longhua to Nanxiang overnight.
"Did the commander call back?" he asked.
"Report to the commander, not yet."
Zhang Wenbai frowned, took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.
"Call to Nanjing Command and ask again!"
"yes!"
The combat plan has been formulated and is scheduled to launch a sudden attack on the Japanese strongholds on both wings of Yangshupu at dawn tomorrow, catching the Japanese army off guard.
The most perfect situation is to form a sweeping situation with this, destroy the Japanese Marine Corps in one fell swoop, and control the entire Shanghai Chinese community.
The entire combat plan has been formulated and submitted to the command headquarters for approval, and it is sent to each unit at the same time.
However, this matter is very important. Before the war finally started, according to the requirements of the commander, they still need to be finally reported to them for approval.
To be precise, Chairman Chang Kaishen needed to issue the final fire order himself.
About half an hour later, the head of the telecommunications room confidentiality section was holding a telegram in his hand and ran quickly.
"commander."
Zhang Wenbai took the message and saw it clearly, and his face suddenly changed.
This is the commander's telegram: no attack is allowed!
"Commander, what should I do? All departments have received orders, so I will take action at dawn." A major general officer expressed his serious expression and said in a low voice, "It is better to start first. If you miss it, you will be beaten passively."
"Call back to Nanjing." Zhang Wenbai's expression was gloomy, "Our army has been launched, and the attack has been prepared. The arrow is on the string and has to be sent, asking to attack according to the established plan!"
"yes!"
Three quarters of an hour later.
Nanjing still has only four words: no attack!
Zhang Wenbai was furious and ordered to call Nanjing again.
Soon, Nanjing called back for the third time, "no attack".
To be continued...