At the end of May and late spring in Nanjing, there is a fresh air everywhere, and there are various colorful flags on the doors of every household. The atmosphere of celebration has not yet dissipated. The citizens walking on the street also have smiles on their faces. When they meet acquaintances, they all greet them enthusiastically. The whole city is full of a peaceful and cheerful atmosphere.

In their perception, the disasters of the country and nation have passed. From now on, people no longer need to worry or be displaced, and everyone will live a peaceful and peaceful life.

On a street in the city of Nanjing, people came and went. At the door of a shop, two men were climbing up the edge of the wall and hung a wooden plaque sign. An old man shouted loudly below. The wooden plaque was successfully hung on the lintel of the shop. Under the command of the old man, the men were transferred and finally placed in a straight manner. There were four big characters written on it.

"Qingshi Tea House"!

Xia Deyan looked up at the signboard, his eyes full of relief and joy. This was also the former site of the store back then, but it has been abandoned for many years. Now it has been renovated and reopened, and he feels inexplicably moved.

He turned around and looked at the scenery around him as bustling with laughter and laughter, and asked his friends to set off firecrackers to celebrate the reopening of the store. After a burst of firecrackers, he greeted the guests loudly, gave in and walked into the store together.

Not far from the Qingshi Tea House, the window of a three-story building, an old man dressed in a long gown and gold-rimmed glasses, dressed in a scholar, was also looking here. Seeing Xia Deyan enter the store, he turned around. This person was Fang Boyi!

The National Government moved back to Nanjing, and all government departments, schools and factories also returned one by one, and Jinling University also moved back. Fang Boyi once again presided over the underground work in Nanjing. This time, he came to contact his intelligence officers.

At this moment, a tight and slow knock sounded outside the door, and then a tall young man pushed the door and looked at Fang Boyi.

"Comrade Aoyama!"

"Comrade Hours!"

The two of them took a step forward and held each other tightly!

The person who came was Miao Yongyi, code-named "Hour Hand". He whispered: "I'll come over quickly when I receive your signal. Why, I have a task?"

Fang Boyi smiled slightly and said, "It's not about arranging tasks, it's about sending you a helper!"

"helper!"

"Come on, sit down and talk slowly!" Fang Boyi came to the guest table, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Miao Yongyi, and handed it to him.

Then he said, "Let me tell me first, will Ning Zhiheng have any movements when he went to Shanghai this time?"

"Okay!" Miao Yongyi picked up the teacup and took a big sip, moistening his throat. "This time he went to Shanghai to handle corruption cases. Some special department officials ran to Shanghai to make a fortune world, but they finally grabbed Zhiheng's head. So he rushed to Shanghai to deal with the matter. He killed everyone in a few seconds and then the matter was solved!"

"Well! This is his style!" Fang Boyi smiled.

The underground party organization has enough understanding of Ning Zhiheng. This spy leader has always been known for his cruelty, cruelty and ruthlessness. No matter where he goes, he can cause a bloody storm. With his senior brother Wei Liangbi, he is known as the "Judge of the King of Hell" and is famous for being a big devil who eats people and does not spit bones!

"This time, the officials dared to buy murders for money. They launched three assassins in succession, but they all failed. In the end, of course they died and all told!

Later, because of the establishment of the Ministry of National Defense, he was very urging to Nanjing, so he hurried back to Nanjing. Now he is busy with these things every day."

Fang Boyi nodded and said, "This is similar to what we have. This time, the huge Military Bureau was split into pieces. It is said that only a few thousand people retained their troops. The military force was stripped away, the National Salvation Army was reorganized into the Traffic Police Corps, and the administrative force was taken away by the General Police Department of the Ministry of the Interior.

The most important intelligence departments, including military intelligence, international intelligence, telecommunications supervision and other forces, were handed over to the Second Department of the Ministry of National Defense, which is also the place we are most concerned about.

As far as we know, Ning Zhiheng, known as the "Spy King", is the largest intelligence leader in the intelligence community, controls a large-scale intelligence network facing the whole country. This time, he will play an extremely important role in establishing the Second Intelligence Department.

This is also the reason why we transferred you from Wuhan. Because of your special relationship, we were invaded into the Second Department of the Ministry of National Defense and lurking beside Ning Zhiheng. This is of great significance to us."

"I will definitely complete this important task!" Miao Yongyi nodded heavily.

Fang Boyi then asked: "Have the specific distribution situation been completed?"

"I'm down. Huang Xianzheng serves as the deputy director of the Second Department of the Ministry of National Defense, Zhiheng serves as the director of the Second Department of Department 3, and Wei Liangbi serves as the director of the Fourth Department of Department 4..."

Miao Yongyi gave a detailed report and explanation to Fang Boyi one by one. Finally, he said: "The most important of these units are three and four. The three are the departments responsible for domestic intelligence. At present, the strategic intelligence between the Kuomintang and us is the three departments responsible for it. It can be said that the three departments are the first department of the Second Department of the Ministry of National Defense, with the largest personnel and resources, accounting for at least 40%. According to my observation, Zhiheng must have a large number of hidden forces in his hands. These forces are buried very deeply. Only he can control the specific situation."

"You are right. Because Ning Zhiheng's status is special and important, the superior instructs that your confidentiality level is adjusted to the highest level, and you and your 'hour hand' team directly accept my leadership and do not interfere with any other department to ensure the safety of the lurking work!"

"Hour hand group?" Miao Yongyi couldn't help scratching his scalp, a little confused. He had always lurked alone. When did an hour hand group come out?

Fang Boyi didn't say much, took out an envelope from his arms and pushed it in front of Miao Yongyi.

"Open and take a look!"

Miao Yongyi quickly took the envelope, tore open the seal, took out a piece of the ingredients inside, and was shocked when he looked through it.

Fang Boyi continued, "These three comrades are all lurkers who have tried every means to invade the Second Department of the Ministry of National Defense. Two of them are the student soldiers Ning Zhiheng collected during the Battle of Shanghai. They were somewhat incest with Ning Zhiheng. You have to do some work in the middle through this relationship and transfer them to the third place. It is best not to put them under your hands and arrange them to another department."

"I understand! But this last one!" Miao Yongyi pointed to the photo on the material, and couldn't help but be surprised, "Ning Zhiming? This is Zhiheng's third brother. How could he become our person? I really couldn't imagine it!"

"What's unexpected?" Fang Boyi held the tea cover with his hands and closed the tea leaves, took a sip of the tea, and said with a smile.

Ning Zhiming is an underground party member he personally developed. He had long wanted to arrange for him to invade Ning Zhiheng, but he never got his wish. This time, taking advantage of the reorganization of the Ministry of National Defense, he finally achieved his goal. This is also the lurker he most likes.

"These three people will be included in your group. There are ways to contact and direct them. They don't know your identity and do not contact directly unless they have to. Also, Ning Zhiming's situation is very special. You should focus on ensuring his safety and secretly give him convenience. I believe that it will play a major role in the future!"

"Don't worry, I will protect him!" Miao Yongyi said solemnly.

As time goes by June, the establishment of the Ministry of National Defense is completed, and the new Ministry of National Defense is built on the former site of the Central Army Officer's School, which is also Ning Zhiheng's alma mater for studying and living.

The group came to the gate and looked at everything familiar in front of them, and were filled with emotion.

Ning Zhiheng stepped forward and held the door with his hand, patted it gently, and couldn't help but whisper: "The tide of anger is surging, the flags are flying, we are back here!"

Wei Liangbi also smiled with relief and said in praise: "We went out of here and joined the army. When we returned here today, we would like to build the Huangpu spirit again. We should encourage us with it!"

Huo Yueze, Miao Yongyi and others behind him were also graduates of this school. When they were excited, they couldn't help but express their emotions with great enthusiasm.

"Okay, okay, don't sigh anymore. Everyone will work here in the future. There is still time. Let's go and see the office."

Under Ning Zhiheng's leadership, everyone talked and laughed all the way and walked into the gate.

In a spacious and bright conference hall, Ning Zhiheng sat in the first seat, looked around his comrades and subordinates, looked at the familiar faces, and felt infinite emotion in his heart.

Huo Yueze, Sun Jiacheng, Nie Tianming, Miao Yongyi, Zhao Jiang, Zuo Qiang, Zuo Gang, Ji Hongyi, He Siming, Luo Xingchao, Deng Zhihong, Kang Xuezhi...

………

Everyone gathered together and looked at Ning Zhiheng.

While looking around, Ning Zhiheng was also inspiring and feeling inexplicably. These brothers in robes followed him through life and death, and finally survived this arduous war and hoped for the day of victory. I don’t know if I can still have the opportunity to get together like today in the years to come. I can’t help but feel mixed emotions.

At the meeting, Ning Zhiheng arranged everyone's positions and work, and gently encouraged everyone. Soon, he announced the meeting to end and each of them took over the work.

Ning Zhiheng came to his new office. Zuo Rou was already organizing the work here and placed the documents that needed to be processed on his desk.

At this time, a knock on the door sounded.

"Come in!"

The visitor pushed the door and walked in. It was He Siming who was wearing a school uniform.

Ning Zhiheng smiled and joked: "If you don't go to work, why do you go to me for something? Why do you think the official position I gave is low?"

Zuo Rou also laughed when she heard this. She knew that He Siming was Ning Zhiheng's favorite general, and his friendship was different from other people. Otherwise, Ning Zhiheng's stereotype would not have made such a joke.

"You talk!" Zuo Rou smiled and nodded to He Siming, turned around and retreated.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

He Siming also smiled awkwardly, walked up to him and said hesitantly: "It's really because of his position, I...I don't want to work at the headquarters!"

Ning Zhiheng was stunned, looked up at He Siming, and asked strangely: "Not in Nanjing? Where do you want to go?"

"Taiwan! I want to go back to Taiwan!" He Siming said solemnly.

"Have you thought it through?"

"Think clearly!"

Ning Zhiheng walked back and forth several times in the room and couldn't help feeling embarrassed. If it were someone else, he would have been scolded and scolded.

But He Siming is his most trusted beloved general. He cannot ignore his feelings. In the years lurking, He Siming has always been his most capable assistant. He Siming has participated in almost every major action. Ning Zhiheng has achieved his current status and achievements, and He Siming has made great contributions and is outstanding.

Later, when Ning Zhiheng was in a difficult situation, he also felt that the danger was approaching. He Siming's teacher Akita Akihito was assassinated in Xiamen, so he decided to let He Siming evacuate first. Under operation, He Siming was transferred from Shanghai Special High School and went to Xiamen to replace the position of teacher and serve as the director of the Special High School in Xiamen.

It is precisely because of this that after Ning Zhiheng was exposed, He Siming was not implicated by him and once again barely avoided the subsequent internal investigation. It has to be said that He Siming has always been based on his strength in terms of luck and is unparalleled.

Later, He Siming was in the position of the director of the Xiamen Special High School, and cooperated with the work of the Shanghai Intelligence Department in all aspects, allowing the Shanghai Intelligence Department to quickly expand to the South China region, and continuously transmit important intelligence from the Japanese military to the Shanghai Intelligence Department, resulting in the Japanese military's military intelligence in the South China region being almost transparent and secret. It can be said that in the late stage of the war, He Siming played an extremely important role, and promoted it repeatedly and became one of the few colonels and officers in the Military Control Bureau. Ning Zhiheng relied on him very much, so from the bottom of his heart, he really couldn't bear to let He Siming go.

After a long time, Ning Zhiheng pondered for a while and felt that he still wanted to keep it, so he said, "You have made a lot of contribution this time. I have already told you the first merit. In this way, your record will not be a problem. You will be ranked first in the next promotion and have a good chance to go further. But once you leave the headquarters, it will be difficult for you to come back, and there are no good positions in Taiwan now."

Although Ning Zhiheng repeatedly tried to keep him, He Siming was unmoved. He said helplessly: "I have served the country over the years to resist the Japanese invaders and defend the country. I naturally have no choice but to do so. But now that the War of Resistance Against Japan has been won, I thought the country was peaceful and everyone could live a good life, but what has happened in the past few months? The negotiations between the two parties have broken down and the National Party has prepared troops. This civil war is about to break out. If I stay, I will meet my compatriots!"

He Siming's words shocked Ning Zhiheng, and he realized He Siming's true thoughts of returning to Taiwan.

"You know me. I have no political beliefs. I don't know the difference between the Three Principles of the People and communism. I only know that everyone is Chinese. You can't beat the Japanese for the first time and kill each other after the first foot. Although I can't change, I can always keep myself clean and restrain myself from participating. So..., please agree with my request and let me go back!"

"Is this your true thought?" Ning Zhiheng asked in a deep voice.

He Siming nodded and did not say anything.

Ning Zhiheng came to the window and looked out the window. After a long time, he sighed softly.

At this time, he couldn't help but deeply envy He Siming's open-mindedness and freedom, and admired his adherence to his inner persistence. Maybe he should let him go, and the upcoming war has nothing to do with him!

Thinking of this, Ning Zhiheng waved his hand and said, "Okay, go back and wait for my arrangement!"

"Thank you for your fulfillment!" He Siming's eyes lit up, he stood attentively, saluted Ning Zhiheng with a standard military salute, turned around and retreated.

Seeing He Siming's back leaving, Ning Zhiheng couldn't help but feel ups and downs. After a long time, he came to the desk, gently spread the paper, took the wolf's hair, dipped it in indigo, and raised his hand to settle down:

The spy smoke has never stopped.

The shadow is silent and the lonely peak is tired of the light boat.

The wind blows the country and conquers thousands of miles.

The clouds open and the sky brightens up to restore China.
Chapter completed!