Spy Wars: I have space, but I choose to work alone

Wang Xingyun watched the special envoy driving his car gracefully and turning around and speeding away on the road, and his admiration for the special envoy was beyond words.

"I wish I could drive a car like the special commissioner!"

Just when Wang Xingyun was extremely envious of Ma Liang's driving skills, two people, one old and one young, came out of the mountain village. They looked at him cautiously for a long time before they recognized Wang Xingyun, whose face was covered with wounds.

"Old Wang, why are you like this?"

A limping middle-aged man walked up to Wang Xingyun with difficulty and was shocked when he saw the injuries all over Wang Xingyue's body.

Li Xingguo was Wang Xingyun's comrade-in-arms. They fought guerrilla warfare together for many years. Later, Li Xingguo's leg was injured and he could no longer march and fight, so he was left in this mountain village to do local work.

Wang Xingyun felt warmed when he saw his old comrade Li Xingguo. He thought of the weapons he brought this time and piled them in the grass by the roadside, so he quickly shouted to Li Xingguo:

"Don't say too much for now. Let the militia in the village come out and move the weapons back. It will be bad if someone sees them!"

As soon as Li Xingguo heard the gunshot, he immediately forgot about his old comrades, and ran as fast as he could with his limping leg. Looking at the new Japanese weapons on the ground, his eyes lit up.

You should know that the New Fourth Army was only officially established in January 38, and Japanese weapons were still new at that time.

"Shanzi, hurry up and bring Gouzi and the others to get the guns. Haven't they been clamoring for guns?"

The young man following Li Xingguo quickly went to report the news.

That morning, a letter written in secret code by Wang Xingyun was sent to the New Fourth Army headquarters by Li Xingguo.

However, considering that the two places are several hundred kilometers apart, it would be a stretch to deliver the goods within a week.

After Ma Liang left Wang Xingyun, the first thing he did was to remove the Japanese military logo on the Ford he was driving and carefully clean up the traces inside the car.

Fortunately, this kind of equipment specifically used for cleaning up traces at the scene is commonly used by agents, and there are plenty of them in the space.

After just a few minutes, the smell of blood and gunpowder was no longer there. After changing his clothes, Ma Liang drove towards Shanghai.

This place is already on the outskirts of Shanghai City, only a few dozen kilometers away from Shanghai in a straight line. Ma Liang successfully entered Shanghai City before lunch.

As soon as he entered Shanghai, Ma Liang looked at the tall buildings on both sides, the dazzling array of goods on the streets, and the cars and well-dressed pedestrians everywhere on the road.

Ma Liang felt as if he had come to a small Southeast Asian country in his previous life, as if the dead bones and wild dogs that were not afraid of people everywhere on the roadside were all fake.

But Ma Liang soon realized that it was a team of Japanese patrol police marching in a neat line, and the leading Japanese sergeant had an ugly plaster flag on his bayonet.

Along the way, passers-by either avoided him in fear from a distance, or smiled humbly and bowed their heads.

The Japanese soldiers had the arrogant attitude of winners, with arrogance visible on their faces.

Ma Liang was silent for a while. One has to know that in later generations, when people from the Celestial Empire go out, they can be easily identified as Celestial Empire people, not people from other Asian countries.

There is a joke on the Internet that a US soldier who had been stationed in South Korea said that he could instantly distinguish between Chinese, Koreans and Japanese among East Asians on the street.

When he was wearing a military uniform, the Japanese and Koreans had an obvious fear of him and generally did not dare to look him in the eye.

The Chinese people looked at him with curiosity, and some even walked closer to look at him, with a hint of provocation in their eyes.

The new generation of Chinese people were born in a powerful country. They have confidence and enthusiasm in their eyes, and even their movements and postures may seem a bit arrogant and domineering to people from other countries.

When Ma Liang was receiving training, the instructor spent countless efforts in the camouflage class to make young people like Ma Liang learn the cautious temperament of a small country with a small population, rather than the domineering temperament of the Celestial Empire.

However, since Ma Liang came to this era, what he has seen most is numbness and silence.

At first, Ma Liang thought that he was mostly dealing with peasants who were uneducated, and that educated people in the city might be better.

But now it seems that apart from the difference in their clothes and complexion, they are the same inside.

"Alas! If you have not really lived through this era, you will never understand the tears and indignation that teachers will express when they teach modern history!"

Ma Liang sighed and found a place to park the car.

Although Ford cars are in large numbers and are not afraid of inspections, driving a car without license plates in the Japanese war zone is still easy to be targeted by the Japanese army.

"Rickshaw, go to Simalu!"

"Okay, sir!"

Ma Liang hailed a rickshaw and prepared to go to the meeting place specified by Wang Xingyun.

The reason why Ma Liang had to take a rickshaw was very simple: Ma Liang didn't know the way.

This is not the era of the future where you can just navigate to wherever you want to go. In this era, if you want to go somewhere, you either rely on a map or your mouth.

Just as Ma Liang was curiously sitting in a rickshaw slowly heading towards Fuzhou Road, in the backyard of Chunlaitang Pharmacy on Fuzhou Road, Guo Xiaoan, the head of the New Fourth Army in Shanghai, was anxiously circling.

"Why hasn't Wang Xingyun come yet? Did something happen to the transportation of the goods?"

"What can we do? We have finally found a seller for the medicines that the military urgently needs. If we miss the opportunity, it will be even more difficult to cooperate with them next time."

"Ouch!"

Guo Xiaoan covered his cheeks and cried out. He hadn't received any news from Wang Xingyun for several days, which made him, an old traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, very anxious.

You have to know that at that time, the country produced almost no medicines and relied entirely on imports, especially sulfa drugs that can treat gunshot wounds, which were more expensive than gold.

It can be said that as long as it is Western medicine, there is no problem selling it. This time, we have finally negotiated the next batch of medicines and are just waiting to pay and take delivery.

Among this batch of medicines was a batch of precious sulfonamides, which made Guo Xiaoan anxious and angry.

During World War II, sulfa was a very effective anti-infective drug and was put into clinical use as early as 1936.

Before the widespread use of antibiotics such as penicillin, sulfonamides were the best antibacterial drugs.

After being injured, applying sulfa powder externally and taking sulfa tablets internally may save a soldier who would otherwise die due to wound infection.

Not many soldiers actually died on the battlefield during the war; more died from infections caused by injuries.

Especially for the New Fourth Army, which was short of medical care and medicine, the shortage of medicine reached an extreme situation.

So there is no room for error in this deal.

On Ma Liang's side, the rickshaw driver ran for nearly 40 minutes. He was sweating all over and his head was smoking. He finally arrived at Fuzhou Road.

Seeing that the driver was working so hard, Ma Liang pretended to be frivolous and rewarded him with two silver dollars, which made the driver so happy that he kept bowing to him and saying auspicious words.

After sending the driver away, Ma Liang wandered around Fuzhou Road with great interest for a long time. He passed by Chunlaitang Pharmacy several times, but Ma Liang walked past it as if nothing had happened.

It was not until Ma Liang ate a bowl of wontons at a small stall that he was sure that no one was following him.

There was no one monitoring him outside Chunlaitang Pharmacy, so he walked into the store leisurely.