Headquarters of the 18th Army

"Chief of General Staff, the 28th Regiment handed over top secret information."

A staff officer hurried over and handed it to the Chief of Staff to the top secret information.

The Chief of Staff has been waiting for the top secret information from the 28th Regiment. The information of Comrade Xinghuo is really important.

The headquarters is not sure about the situation of Station 23 and dare not rashly formulate a rescue plan. I have to ask Wu Ze over there.

In the current situation, it is obvious that Wu Ze is very efficient.

After receiving the top secret information, the Chief of Staff couldn't wait to take it apart.

After reading the content, the Chief of Staff suddenly felt his body excited: Sparks had already suffered from incurable diseases.

What a pity, this is an extremely outstanding comrade, and his life has entered the countdown, which is a major loss for the country and the nation.

The Chief of Staff quickly read the contents behind it, and his tense nerves eased a little.

The life of the spark has entered the countdown. If you don’t seize the time, once he dies, the information he controls will lose its meaning.

Fortunately, Wu Ze has already explained the method of obtaining intelligence in the intelligence.

The Chief of Staff did not hesitate and immediately called someone and ordered.

After the order was finished, the Chief of Staff came over to meet the deputy commander-in-chief.

When the deputy commander-in-chief saw the Chief of Staff coming, he looked complicated and he was stunned: "What's wrong? Can't you rescue Xinghuo?"

"He has an incurable disease." The Chief of Staff shook his head.

"Have an incurable disease?" The deputy commander-in-chief was stunned. "What kind of incurable disease is it?"

"Wu Ze judged that he should not live for two weeks," said the Chief of Staff regretfully.

"So what about the information he controls? Is there any way?" asked the deputy commander-in-chief.

"Wu Ze has come up with a solution, and I have ordered someone to do it." said the Chief of Staff.

"Can you bring someone back?"

"This is unrealistic." said the Chief of Staff, "If Sparks did not have incurable symptoms, he could have fought for a while. Wu Ze returned to the 23rd station, and there might be a chance, but now..."

The Chief of Staff did not finish his words, and the meaning was very obvious. If you can get the information controlled by Spark now, it would be a blessing in disguise.

"Since Xinghuo cannot be brought back alive, then his body must be taken back." said the deputy commander-in-chief.

"Well, don't worry about this, I won't let his body fall outside."

...

That night, as soon as A Er from the plainclothes team entered the house, he felt something was wrong.

While calling out his youngest son's nickname, he pulled out his gun.

As soon as A Er took out his gun, his old father walked out of the inner room: "A Er, why are you trying to pull out your gun? Are you going to kill me?"

"Dad, how dare I, how dare I?" A Er quickly pulled his gun away, "I suddenly felt something was wrong at home."

"Come in with me." His old father didn't say much.

A Er felt that something was wrong with his father today, but he didn't think much about it and followed his father into the inner room.

His whole family is here in the inner room.

Old father, wife, and young son.

In addition to these three people, there are also a few more strange faces.

These strange faces looked ferocious, and A Er instantly recognized them. They were members of the Eighth Route Army anti-traitor team.

"You, what are you going to do?" Although A Er's tone was stern, he was obviously trembling.

Generally speaking, the Eighth Route Army anti-traitor team members will not be dispatched easily.

Once it is launched, it means to eliminate the traitor.

Although A Er dared not do anything badly when he was a plainclothes team over the years, he was also afraid of the Eighth Route Army's anti-traitor team.

Unexpectedly, the Eighth Route Army anti-traitors still came to their heads.

"A Er, do you know your crime?" One of the anti-traitors scolded sternly.

"Grandpa Eighth Route Army, you can let my family go, let me go. My father is old and my son is still young. You can kill me, please let them go." A Er's legs became weak and he immediately knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

He has a gun in his hand, but the Eighth Route Army anti-traitors have many guns. No matter how fast he is, he is not as fast as others.

When A Er begged for mercy, his wife hugged her youngest son and hurriedly knelt down to beg for mercy.

But his old father sat aside with a serious expression, smoking a dry tobacco.

"A Er, you have been a lackey for the Japanese and your hands are stained with blood for the past few years. Have you ever thought about your family at that time?" An Eighth Route Army anti-traitor team was serious, "Now, do you know you have family?"

"Grandpa Eighth Route Army, I was forced too. If I don't help the Japanese do things, the Japanese will kill my whole family." A Er kowtowed like pounding garlic.

"A Er, the Eighth Route Army said that he was willing to give him a way out." A Er's old father spoke.

"Is it a way to survive?" A Er raised his head and looked at several Eighth Route Army anti-traitor teams suspiciously, "What do you want me to do?"

"You can see it yourself." An Eighth Route Army anti-traitor team threw a page full of words to A Er.

A Er walked over on his knees, picked it up and looked at it, and his face was shocked.

He did not expect that the Eighth Route Army anti-traitors team members would ask him to go to the Information Section of Station 23 to contact the Military Control Commission element and let him get information from the Military Control Commission element.

A Er had contacted this Military Control Commission element before, but the Military Control Commission element was in a coma. Zhang Jijun took A Er to examine it. If it hadn't been found out in time that the Military Control Commission element had fallen into a coma due to a terminal illness, the punishment would have been used on A Er's family.

A Er dared not contact this military commander anymore. Now, the Eighth Route Army anti-traitors actually asked him to go again. Isn't this asking him to jump into the fire pit again?

"A Er, it's my fault. I told you to go the wrong way." A Er's old father put the dry tobacco on his way to A Er: "You will go to the Information Department of Station 23 tomorrow and get the information back. In this way, my old bones will be gone and I will not have the face to meet the ancestors."

On the side of Chongcheng, the Japanese have regulations that all traitors' families are not allowed to leave the city together.

A Er's old father stayed, and A Er's wife could leave with her younger son in her arms.

Anyway, the old father has lived enough of this old bone.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Dad, I don't want you to die, I don't want you to die, Dad..." A Er cried bitterly while holding his father's legs.

A Er's mother died early, and even the widow didn't look down on his father with A Er.

His old father pulled him up alone and married A Er's wife.

Now, A Er just asked his father to die for his own traitor, and A Er could not accept this cruel reality at all.

"A Er, don't be sad. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have become a traitor and become a lackey of the Japanese." The old father touched A Er's head with wrinkled hands, "If Dad told you to go the wrong way, Dad would have to bear the price..."

"No, dad, I don't want you to die, I'd rather die, I'd rather die..." A Er cried again.

"Bastard!" The old father slapped A Er in the face, but he had no strength at all.

The old father was full of tears, and tears fell on A Er's face: "A Er, Dad has lived enough, and he is satisfied to see you get married. Now, the Eighth Route Army is willing to give you the opportunity to commit crimes and make meritorious service. This is your chance to abandon the darkness and turn to the light. You can't be stupid. In the past two years, you have also seen traitors who work hard for the Japanese. How many good ends will be? If you are not careful, the whole family will be slaughtered."

"Dad, but I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I haven't fulfilled my filial piety to you yet, Dad." A Er still cried bitterly with his father's legs.

"A Er, if you can abandon the darkness and turn to the light, you are filial." The old father shed tears, and the father and son cried together.

Next, A Er and his family had a reunion dinner, and then A Er and the Eighth Route Anti-traitors team sent A Er's youngest son and daughter-in-law out of Chongcheng on the grounds of returning to their parents' home, leaving only A Er's father as hostage in Chongcheng.

Early the next morning, A Er went to the Information Department of Station 23.

"A Er, why are you here again?" The clerk of the intelligence department registered staff was suspicious when he saw A Er from the plainclothes team coming to register again.

"Everyone can come for the second time, can't I do it?" A Er's face was no longer filled with emotional flaws. He stared at the clerk and said.

The intelligence chief has great temptation. Many people failed for the first time. After going back to think about it, they felt that they had new ideas and immediately came for the second time and the third time. There were many people there.

"You are not worried that you will be unlucky again by then. If you didn't do much, will this person be unconscious again?" The registration staff said, and everyone around them was bursting with laughter.

Before, A Er was troubled by the military commander, and at the beginning, he fell into a coma. Then he was taken over by the deputy section chief and almost peed his pants. This matter spread and was regarded as a topic of conversation after dinner.

"Didn't Deputy Chief Zhang find out clearly? This Military Control Commissioner was unconscious with a late-stage malignant tumor, and it has nothing to do with me." A Er said seriously, "This Information Chief is a high-ranking official. I won't give it up."

"Whatever you do, anyway, if you are in trouble then, don't, hahahaha..." The registration staff laughed again.

After A Er registered, it was his turn when he was about to have lunch, because he was in the team.

Since the Intelligence Department promulgated that the Military Intelligence Department had lived for a short time, the number of people who wanted to come and try increased.

It doesn't matter. You can only queue up honestly. A small official in a plainclothes team like A Er can join the team by relying on his connections. After all, the plainclothes team is directly under the intelligence department.

In the interrogation room of the Intelligence Department, A Er met this Military Control Commission again.

The Eighth Route Army anti-traitor team did not tell A Er that this military commander was the Eighth Route Army's spark, and A Er did not think about how the Eighth Route Army people had a relationship with the Military Command. His old father was already in the city to rush to the city. In order for him to take the right path in the future, A Er could only succeed, not fail.

The Military Control Commission members in front of them looked much paler than before, and their aura became much weaker.

A Er doubted without hesitation that in this situation, let alone living for a month, whether he can live for another week is unknown.

A Er's mother died of malignant tumors in the past.

When I died, my skinny mother's belly swelled like a ball.

"A Er, be careful, everyone is like this. If you accidentally get rid of the person, Deputy Section Chief Zhang will probably not have a second chance of luck." The clerk who stayed here in the intelligence department joked and told A Er.
To be continued...