Dreaming back to 1949, the great powers were there to deceive us

At 5:23 am on May , Hu Zhenhua suddenly received a farewell telegram from Liu Yue.

This veteran, who was devoted to working for the authorities, committed suicide by shooting himself in his office in Shanghai.

In the telegram, Liu Yue mocked himself as a stink bug, saying that not only had he failed to save the country and the people, but he had also soiled the wheel of history.

The incident began when the Red Army's special forces column launched a long-range artillery attack on warships northeast of Gaoqiao, hitting seven vessels and forcing the rest to flee. This effectively blocked the sea east of Gaoqiao and confined the main defenders to the area around Wusongkou, creating favorable conditions for capturing the city and annihilating the defenders.

The sea retreat was blocked and the authorities immediately issued a retreat order.

The 1st Temporary Regiment also received an order. In the retreat order from the leader, tanks and artillery must be evacuated. As for other troops, the order of evacuation will be decided by the "boss".

Hu Zhenhua put down the telegram and hummed Dingjun Mountain!

"...

First drum, battle meal, second drum, tight battle robe,

Three drums, the sword is unsheathed, four drums, the soldiers are handed over.

You must obey orders when advancing or retreating, and you will be punished if you disobey orders.

The three armies and the master return to the camp!

Huang Zhong will complete his work by 3:30 PM tomorrow."

Hu Zhenhua felt complicated.

A loyal person, no matter what his position is, is always worthy of respect.

Liu Yue, just like the beheaded Xiahou Yuan, is remarkable.

"Zhuge!"

"I'm here!"

"Let's build a mourning hall! No memorial tablets, no mourning couplets, I want to bid farewell to the old world!"

"Yes!"

Half an hour later, Hu Zhenhua, dressed in white, sat cross-legged in the mourning hall, motionless.

He is a well-known figure, and his every move affects the nerves of countless people.

The first to receive the news was the Bureau of Secrets, and the newly appointed director Cao Cong rushed over immediately.

The authorities are about to withdraw, and the arsenals in the industrial zone must not be left to provide aid to the enemy.

Although Chongming has not been lost yet, it is only a matter of time.

Cao Cong learned from his last lesson and came accompanied by Qi Shuhuan.

The two entered the mourning hall and felt a little puzzled. Although there were white banners hanging all around, there was no coffin, no portrait, no flowers, no altar, no brazier for burning paper money, and no elegiac couplets.

I don’t know who to commemorate.

Who is worthy of Hu Zhenhua personally guarding the wake?

The strangest one was Hu Zhenhua. He was not kneeling, but sitting cross-legged on a cushion, as if he was meditating.

Cao Cong and Qi Shuhuan observed for a long time but found nothing.

Qi Shuhuan finally couldn't help it and asked casually,

"Zhenhua, what are you doing?"

Hu Zhenhua slowly opened his eyes, without any joy or worry, and said calmly,

"Look at the world in the future; it will surely be a world of red flags."

This sentence was predicted by Mr. Li Dazhao on November 1918, 11.

At that time, communism was still in its infancy in China.

The corners of Cao Cong's mouth twitched.

If such remarks were uttered by someone else, they would definitely be labeled as communists. But now, the two spy chiefs of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics could only watch helplessly.

Regardless of their reactions, Hu Zhenhua continued,

"The laws of nature are both constant and unpredictable. On May 1948, 5, the authorities entered the constitutional era. It has been just over a year now. In just over 20 days, the world has changed dramatically. Now, we are about to lose the Magic City, the largest city in the Far East. Why is that?"

Hu Zhenhua closed his eyes again and shook his head slightly.

"It is God's will! He who wins the hearts of the people will rule the world!"

After saying this, he pinched the Ziwu seal with his hands and continued to meditate.

Cao Cong looked at the white banners around him again and suddenly realized: Hu Zhenhua was holding a funeral for Mo Du.

In other words, it was a funeral for the authorities.

Cao Cong felt mixed emotions. He had just become the director and before he could even get comfortable in the office, he was about to be kicked out of the Magic City.

Qi Shuhuan asked for a cushion, sat down next to Hu Zhenhua, and began to meditate.

Cao Cong's face twitched a few times.

This move seems to be a curse on the party-state.

Even if the Magic City is lost, there is still the south, the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, and the southwest.

The party-state still holds large territorial holdings.

What you, Hu Zhenhua, are doing will seriously undermine the morale of the army and is inappropriate.

But you can't do anything about him because there is no text in the mourning hall. Who can you say he is commemorating?

Even if he wrote: The authorities will last forever.

What can you do to him!

Qi Shuhuan's mentality was very different. Ever since Wang Yu went to Yangcheng to retire, he had lost his support.

Human feelings are warm and cold, and the world is hot and cold.

Qi Shuhuan became a invisible person in a place where he was alone. Some people who flattered the powerful and looked down on the weak often tried to make trouble for him.

A new emperor is a new emperor. Cao Cong has his own team and will never reuse Lao Qi.

The best option is to retreat while the going is tough.

But the Secret Service is a disciplinary department. If you enter standing up, you can only come out sideways because Qi Shuhuan knows too many secrets.

After more than ten minutes, Cao Cong gently pushed Qi Shuhuan to remind him that it was time to get down to business.

If Liu Yue were still here, he would be the most suitable person to do this job today.

What to do! What to do!

Qi Shuhuan really didn't want to speak.

This is how things are in the world. Even if you don’t want to, you have to do it.

"Zhenhua, now is not the time to be sad, we still have a lot of things to do!"

Hu Zhenhua's eyelids moved, but he didn't open them.

"What else is there to do?"

"For example, the 1st Temporary Regiment needs to be withdrawn, the arsenal in the industrial zone needs to be relocated, the skilled personnel in the industrial zone need to be transferred, for example..."

Hu Zhenhua didn't react at first, but when Qi Shuhuan suggested that Wang Cuicui go to Dongfan Island first, Old Hu suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, Hu Zhenhua stood up and slapped Cao Cong, making him see stars.

Old Hu was still not satisfied, so he pulled out a bunch of white banners, wrapped them around his right hand, and started punching Cao Cong.

The latter wanted to resist, but was held down by the security team and could not move.

Hu Zhenhua's face was grim, and he roared,

"Who do you think you are? You're trying to threaten my family!"

Qi Shuhuan was stunned and quickly hugged Hu Zhenhua's arm.

"Zhenhua, calm down. Director Cao means well!"

His words were like adding fuel to the fire.

"So, this rotten idea was thought up by Cao Bastard?"

Cao Cong screamed in horror,

"Chairman Hu, please don't misunderstand!"

Hu Zhenhua was filled with murderous intent and gave Lan Shian a look. The latter immediately tore off a bunch of white banners, wrapped them around Cao Cong's neck and tightened them.

This is a murder!

Qi Shuhuan no longer had the coldness and shock of a spy chief. He fell to the ground in fear, his face full of horror.

Cao Cong's face turned blue and purple from being strangled, his eyeballs bulged out, and he was about to die.

Qi Shuhuan finally reacted and shouted,

"Zhenhua, don't be impulsive. Director Cao is a distant relative of the Song family."

Hu Zhenhua remained unmoved, staring at Cao Cong with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

"Without a strong motherland, you are nothing but a stray dog!"

In just two minutes, Cao Cong collapsed to the ground, deader than dead!

Qi Shuhuan was still in shock when he suddenly heard crisp gunshots outside. It was obvious that Lan Shian was clearing out Cao Cong's entourage.

Lao Qi was trembling with fear. If nothing unexpected had happened, he would have been silenced!

What kind of person is the scariest?

A person without scruples!

After Cao Cong's body was carried away, the mourning hall returned to peace, with only the scratches on the ground telling of what had just happened.

Hu Zhenhua sat down on the futon again. After adjusting his mood for a while, he spoke.

"The 1st Regiment can't withdraw for now. I need to prove through concrete combat that the industrial zone is no pushover, buying time for the arsenal's evacuation. On the other hand, the American capitalists have significant interests in the industrial zone. How could they not have concerns? The consulate's donation of equipment for an entire division is a case in point. I need to see how the situation develops before making any further moves!"

Qi Shuhuan felt relieved after hearing this. The fact that Old Hu was willing to say this meant that his life was saved.

He became more active in thinking that if he could drag the US military into the water, the authorities might have a chance to turn the situation around.

If it is done, it will be a great achievement!

"Zhenhua, do you need cooperation from the authorities?"

Hu Zhenhua immediately sarcastically said,

"How can you help me? I'll be so lucky if you don't f**king hold me back!"

"You can't say that. There are still three pounds of nails on this broken boat!"

"What's the point of nails if we've lost our boats! If you're alright, leave now. I need to figure out a plan for TA Group. You boasted before the war, saying you'd hold out for six months. It's only been 11 days, and you're already a lost cause. What a waste!"

Qi Shuhuan was speechless. He was silent for a long time before he said angrily,

"What should we do about Cao Cong?"

"Brother Qi, I hope you can become the director of a department!"

There was a burning look in Lao Qi's eyes.

However, he quickly calmed down and shook his head helplessly.

“I’m not qualified enough!”

Hu Zhenhua chuckled twice.

"No matter who the bureau sends, I won't pay any attention. Brother Qi, this is all I can do. As for the position of director, it depends on your ability. This world is fair. If you don't fight or compete, you can only be a spectator!"

Qi Shuhuan took a deep breath and made a decision.

"Cao Cong was robbed by bandits and drowned in the river!"

Hu Zhenhua smiled and slowly closed his eyes and continued to meditate!

The fact that Qi Shuhuan said this shows that he is interested in the position of director.

What Hu Zhenhua is best at is making empty promises.

Paint a rosy picture for the authorities and for Qi Shuhuan.

As for whether they can live there, Lao Hu doesn't care at all.

After all, the outcome has been decided!