Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"The three of them are so cooperative? Could it be that their family has done something to them?" Zhou Zhengqing asked subconsciously while carefully looking at the bottle in his hand.

"Hehe, Master, you misunderstood." Lingzi covered her mouth and chuckled, and the crisp laughter echoed in the office, "In fact, when the three of them were in England, they were not taken seriously at all.

Although penicillin had been proven to have antibacterial effects, due to the great difficulty of extracting it, no one was willing to invest in their research. They had talents but nowhere to display them.

Until their family was willing to support their research, they immediately felt like they had grabbed a life-saving straw and moved their family to Okinawa.

Moreover, the family treated them very generously, not only giving them a very high salary, but also thoughtfully making proper arrangements for their families' lives, allowing them to devote themselves to research."

"That's good." Zhou Zhengqing nodded slightly, his expression becoming serious. "Send a telegram to the family, asking them to treat the three of them well and not be stingy with the financial investment. If it doesn't work out, I can pay for it!"

Zhou Zhengqing now has a lot of money in his hands. Previously, Itai Yudai robbed a large sum of money from the garrison troops, but Zhou Zhengqing still hasn't figured out how to spend it.

Zhou Zhengqing is really worried if this money continues to be used on military police and their treatment is further improved.

Most of those military police came from ordinary families and had an almost crazy obsession with money.

In addition, they have been away from their families for a long time and miss them very much. In this case, in order to create a better living condition for their families, these military police often put their lives aside and do anything crazy for money.

As a result, he now dares not reward the ordinary military police too much, for fear that they will charge him at any time.

Sometimes, Zhou Zhengqing was really conflicted. Others were afraid that their soldiers were afraid of death, but he was afraid that his soldiers were too fearless of death.

The several battalions of military police under his command are the original team. Zhou Zhengqing is still waiting for them to have branches and families, so he can't just dismiss them casually.

"Lingzi, send a message to Harbin later and ask Bai Yanliu to come to Tianjin. I think things like clinical trials should be left to professionals." Zhou Zhengqing took a deep breath, trying to suppress the messy thoughts in his mind. He turned his head to look at Lingzi and gave the order with a hint of urgency in his tone.

Originally, he planned to transfer Bai Yanliusheng to Shanghai after the situation stabilized.

But now that we have the key material penicillin, it would be a waste for Bai Yanliusheng to continue staying in Harbin.

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Tianjin Railway Station.

The main building of the station was blackened by the smoke from the previous few days, as if it had been stained with a layer of never-fading sadness by the years.

The originally smooth surface of the dome is now covered with black marks, like a dark painting wantonly smeared by the flames of war. The scratches of shrapnel are like hideous scars, silently telling the cruelty of war.

Next to the station platform, a train was parked quietly. Several people in railway mechanic uniforms were doing the final inspection. The leader would occasionally look towards the station, as if waiting for something.

Soon, the sound of chaotic footsteps was heard.

A large group of people came hurriedly, their footsteps heavy and hurried, and gathered on the devastated platform.

Their blue cloth gowns and suits were covered with thick dust, and every speck of dust seemed to carry the shadow of war.

Some people's lapels were splattered with dark brown blood. The bright and dazzling color was like blood flowers blooming on a white canvas.

"Hurry! Stack the boxes tighter!" The dean of the School of Literature at Nankai University ignored the soot on his gray beard, which was fluttering in the wind. He completely ignored it and pressed the nanmu box full of ancient books tightly with his trembling fingers.

His eyes revealed a determination and reluctance, as if the nanmu box contained not only books, but also the spirit and soul of Nankai University.

The four words "Yun Gong Yun Neng" on the seal of the bookcase, which is the school motto of Nankai University, were blurred by the shock. Small pieces of paper seeped out of the cracks, like fragments of time, floating on the dusty platform.

Several strong male students were struggling to pull a flatbed cart loaded with several boxes of experimental equipment.

Their foreheads were covered with sweat, and beads of sweat as big as beans slid down their cheeks, dripping onto the dusty ground and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Professor Zhang!..." The girl from the history department suddenly screamed, her voice full of anxiety and fear.

But I saw a white-haired old man with a hunched back, staggering. The vicissitudes of life had left deep marks on his body. The corners of his bloodshot eyes were stained with black ink, as if even his tears were soaked in the fragrance of ink.

He held the soaking package tightly in his arms. The package was as precious as his child. It was the oil-paper package of "Song Huiyao Jigao". He used all his strength to protect it, as if these precious books would turn to ashes as soon as he let go.

"Xiao Chen, stop stuffing your anatomical atlas around!"

"Xiao Zhao, keep the annotations to the Records of the Grand Historian safe for me."

Every word of advice is filled with deep affection between teachers and students and friendship between classmates, which can't help but move people.

On the east side of the platform, young people from the Fine Arts Department were writing quickly on the wall tiles with charcoal: "China will not perish."

The pen tip trembles, but the ink is as strong as iron.

His eyes revealed a deep love for the motherland and a deep hatred for the invaders, and every stroke of his pen was filled with his patriotic enthusiasm.

He leaned forward slightly, as if using all his strength to carve these words on the wall and in the hearts of every Chinese person.

In the middle of the student team were carts of metal cabinets that the students were struggling to drag. The smell of yellowed rice paper emanated from the cabinet doors; these were the classroom notes from the past thirty years.

Every word and every picture embodies the teachers' hard work and sweat, and records the history and development of Nankai University.

The students supported each other as they boarded the train carriage. Their steps were a little unsteady, but their eyes revealed a firmness and determination.

Some people buried their faces in scarves stained with coal dust, but they could not hide the tears that were about to fall on their eyelashes. The tears flickered in the dim light, as if they were reluctant to leave their hometown and relatives, as well as anger and hatred towards the invaders.

Someone took out the "Collected Commentaries on the Four Books" he had brought with him and wrote heavily on the yellowed title page with a fountain pen: "As the years go by, we will burn the midnight oil and continue to work hard."

The penmanship is so powerful that it can be seen through the back of the paper, as if it is their solemn promise to themselves and the motherland. They will embark on the journey south with the spirit and hope of Nankai University.

Several female teachers stood next to the team, their eyes revealing fearlessness and determination. They took out the mimeographed anti-Japanese declaration from their arms and raised it to the sky.

Before the piece of paper hit the ground, it was blown away by the strong wind, like countless white doves flapping their wings, conveying hope and courage to this land torn by war.