Cheng Qianfan looked at the course schedule carefully.
The courses offered by this Hangzhou special training class include:
Agent technology, intelligence business, and scientific investigation methods are all 65 lessons.
Foreign languages, 78 lessons, including Japanese, English, German and Russian, students take the exams as needed.
Political training, 39 lessons.
Firearms, 78 lessons.
Automotive studies, 16 lessons.
Car driving, 65 lessons.
Photography, 78 lessons.
The method of forgery and grappling are all 78 lessons.
In addition, there are group meetings, commemorative week, etc., all of which are 13 lessons.
Even though Cheng Qianfan learned the skills of the agents with Comrade Zhulin when he was in the special science department, he was still extremely surprised when he looked at the densely packed courses.
Compared with the special subject tutorials, the courses of the Secret Service are obviously more professional, classified and more detailed.
"This is a normal course arrangement." Zhao Yansheng said, "You are attending a special training class now, and the class hours will be compressed. However, during the assessment, the standards will not be lowered due to the compression of the class hours, but will only be more stringent."
"Brother, thank you for your hard work." Zhao Yansheng smiled and patted Cheng Qianfan on the shoulder.
Cheng Qianfan nodded, and his eyes seemed to be shining.
The special training class is less than one-third of the normal class. To successfully "graduate", you will have to make efforts that ordinary people cannot imagine.
However, Cheng Qianfan was not afraid of difficulties, but was looking forward to it very much. This is a very rare opportunity to improve himself.
Thinking of improving himself through the system of the National Party Secret Service, he inexplicably felt an indescribable sense of expectation and pleasure in his heart.
...
He thought silently in his mind.
He has mastered Japanese, English and Russian.
In foreign language courses, he chose to take German elective.
He had excellent grades in gun shooting when he was in the CSKA.
He had to learn other courses, especially professional courses such as intelligence business and scientific investigation law. He actually had mastered some of them when he was in the special science department.
However, Cheng Qianfan reminded himself that in such professional courses, he must be more low-key and must not show that he has mastered it.
Judging from his resume, his excellent performance in foreign language and gun shooting is relatively reasonable and there will be no flaws.
However, if professional agent skills have a good foundation, this will obviously be a doubt.
He can be talented and improves rapidly in his studies.
This is what he needs to be cautious about. Being talented and having a foundation are completely different concepts.
...
That afternoon, Cheng Qianfan appeared in the special training class for the first time.
There are not many students who have elected German, only more than ten.
In the special training class, the most elective students in Japanese is Japanese.
German instructor Huo Shuying is a middle-aged woman with a very temperament, very cheerful and capable.
She was surprised to find that this unremarkable new student in the classroom could keep up with her teaching progress.
Even his oral pronunciation in German is even better than many students who have studied more than twenty classes.
"Cheng Wufang, have you learned German before?"
"After learning for a while, I have only a few understandings." Cheng Qianfan replied, "It's better, teacher, you taught me well."
He did not say that he could speak English or French, and then learn German in the same language department to achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Cheng Qianfan always remembers one thing that these classmates are the biggest hidden dangers he will be exposed in the future. The less others know about him, the greater the chance of his survival.
Huo Shuying nodded and agreed to this explanation.
...
"Cheng Wufang, come." The gun instructor Wan Delong glanced at Cheng Qianfan with a smile on his lips.
When he captured Kawada Nagayoshi, he learned about Wu Fang's short-shot gun technique.
Therefore, what was handed to Cheng Wufang was not the Mauser pistol, but a formal rifle.
A long spear and a short spear are completely different. If a short spear is well shot, it may not be possible to play with a long spear.
Wan Delong put his hands behind his back, boy, you have fallen into my hands.
The recoil of the mid-formal rifle is extremely high, and for novices, strong recoil will make them uncomfortable.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Watching Cheng Qianfan skillfully shoot, pull the bolt, and shoot again, repeating the same thing.
Very stable.
"9 rings, 9 rings, 10 rings, 10 rings, 9 rings..." The sound of the target was heard from afar, "Ten hits, an average of 9.6 rings."
hiss!
Wandelong gritted his teeth and Huazi.
What kind of monster is this kid? A short gun can shoot the head more than ten meters away, but the long gun can even be shot steadily and accurately!
The students looked at the new student and looked surprised.
"Can this kid come from the military?" Some murmured in a low voice.
"Even in the army, it is rare to have such a marksmanship." Someone shook his head and said.
This new classmate is mysterious enough.
"Delong, how is Cheng Wufang performing?" Yu Ping'an came to inspect with Zhao Yansheng and asked.
"Deputy Director Yu, is this kid from the military?" Wan Delong asked in a low voice.
Yu Ping'an smiled but said nothing. He reviewed Qianfan's grades in the Infantry Department of the Central Army Officers' School, and firearms were the first-class.
Cheng Qianfan looked at the Czech light machine gun in his hand, with a gentle look. He hadn't been intimate with this old friend for a long time.
Da da da da da.
"Deputy Director Yu, I think Cheng Wufang's gun shooting can graduate." Wan Delong glanced at Cheng Qianfan who was jokingly shooting, and said with a wry smile, "This kid is just wasting bullets when taking gun classes."
He often scolds students for wasting bullets, but this is not the same as the "waste bullets".
"Okay." Yu Ping'an nodded. Cheng Qianfan was transferred to the class. The courses were already tight, so it would be better to spend more time on other courses.
"Deputy Director Yu, can you transfer this kid to my hands?" The more Wan Delong looked at Cheng Qianfan, the happier he was.
Yu Ping'an glanced at Wan Delong and ignored him.
In this way, Cheng Qianfan took a gun class and graduated early.
...
A few days later.
Changchun, the "capital" of the puppet Manchukuo.
Imai Tai was complicated by the soldiers of the Puppet Manchukuo Guards, hiding his angry eyes, and putting down the whip in his hands.
"Closed, no meals are allowed for three days."
"Yes!" An officer smiled flatteringly, nodded and bowed.
To be continued...