The Mysterious Soldier of the Anti-Japanese War

Just as Lei Tao was having a tense confrontation with the Japanese sniper on the battlefield in the deserted village.

Far away in Shanghai, the Military Control Commission station was in a scene of chaos and astonishment.

At the Shanghai Military Control Station, Qiao Jiacai's brow furrowed, a vein throbbing in his forehead. He clutched a document tightly in his hand, his eyes filled with confusion and shock. "Everyone, come and see! This is getting complicated," he said, placing the document on the table.

Wang Tianmu was the first to come over. After quickly scanning the contents of the document, his eyes widened in disbelief. "This 'Netherworld Assassin' is truly audacious! He used a mysterious weapon to blow up the munitions at the Huangpu River dock and even destroyed the Yamato destroyer. How powerful is that?" He said as he waved his hands vigorously, his facial muscles trembling slightly with excitement.

Song Yuanming also came over, picked up the document, and carefully examined it, his brow furrowed. "The 'Ghost Assassins' who bombarded the Japanese headquarters in Shanghai must be the same group that previously disrupted the Japanese army's entry ceremony into Nanjing. They're the same group the Chairman gave the designation 'Nanjing National Protection Column.' They're like a knife in the heart of the Japanese army, but we're afraid that things will develop beyond our control, and the Japanese counterattack will undoubtedly be frenzied." His eyes revealed a hint of admiration, but more of a concern for the situation, and his lips unconsciously tightened.

Long Mingshan paced back and forth, looking anxious: "And the treasury of the Japanese Army's 82nd Bank's Shanghai branch was robbed. I think it was most likely done by them. But how did they do it? It's incredible that they transported the artillery to the top floor of the building in the Japanese Concession's overseas Chinese area and were able to escape unscathed. The amount of gold and US dollars in that vault was astonishing, and now they are nowhere to be found, as if they disappeared out of thin air." He scratched his head as he spoke, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Lu Taoyuan had been standing quietly in the corner. After thinking for a moment, he slowly spoke: "Could it be that they have an intelligence network and transportation network in Shanghai that we don't know about? It would be impossible to act so precisely without strong backing." He looked at everyone with deep eyes, trying to find recognition from everyone's expressions.

Qiao Jiacai nodded and said, "No matter what, we must investigate this time. If the higher-ups blame us, none of us will end up well." His eyes became sharp as he scanned the crowd. Everyone felt the seriousness in his words.

In the confidential office, the ticking of the telegraph machine was like the rapid beat of a drum, beating on everyone's heart in the quiet space. Beads of sweat rolled down the telegraph operator's forehead, his eyes fixed on the contents of the telegram, his fingers tapping the keys at top speed, each stroke filled with extreme urgency.

The intelligence officers nearby wore solemn expressions, their eyes filled with anxiety. The officer in charge clutched the compiled intelligence tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand. His lips trembled slightly, and his voice was low but filled with nervousness: "This matter is of great importance. It must be sent to headquarters as quickly as possible." Everyone around nodded silently, knowing that this intelligence was crucial to the entire situation.

At this time, everyone at the Shanghai Military Control Station was still engaged in a heated discussion, realizing that they were standing on the edge of a huge mystery, and that behind this mystery might be the key to changing the situation. Little did they know that they were about to be drawn into an even more thrilling and turbulent situation.

"Beep, beep..." The telegraph machine continued to chime, each character carrying the panic and worry of the Shanghai station, transforming into invisible radio waves that streaked across space, hurtling towards the KMT headquarters in Chongqing. They seemed to witness the shock of the headquarters as they received the telegram, and they knew full well that this intelligence would cause a turbulent storm within the KMT. All they could do now was ensure the information was conveyed accurately and swiftly, hoping that headquarters would find a solution to this chaotic situation.

At the KMT headquarters in Chongqing, smoke swirled around Boss Dai. He jumped in shock at the telegram from Shanghai, his face etched with shock as the cigarette fell to the ground. He was stunned for a moment.

"What's going on?" Boss Dai's voice trembled, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were confused. He was frightened and worried about the "Nanjing National Protection Column" and was well aware of its pros and cons.

"Someone come here!" Boss Dai shouted, and his men came running over.

"Call Tong Sanjiang, he's going to the Shanghai Military Control Station to take up his post. Contact Du Zhiteng again and ask him to report on the situation of the Nanjing National Protection Column. Don't make any mistakes!" Boss Dai waved his hand, his face twitching.

His men had fled, and Boss Dai paced the room, his footsteps heavy, his grip tightening and unclenching, his face gloomy, sweat on his forehead. He knew this was going to be a disaster if he didn't handle it right.

Tong Sanjiang arrived quickly, his uniform neatly arranged, his disciplinary button fastened, his badge shining. His steps were steady, his face sullen, his brow furrowed, his eyes heavy. He entered the room, stood at attention, and saluted. "Boss, Tong Sanjiang is here," he said forcefully, stopping to look at Boss Dai.

Boss Dai walked towards Tong Sanjiang and patted him: "Sanjiang, we have something to discuss." The two men went to the table. Boss Dai handed over the telegram. Tong Sanjiang took it and looked at it. His eyes narrowed, his face became more gloomy, and his hands clenched.

Near Nanjing, Du Zhiteng was working on a radio in a dark, shabby base. The team members were nervous. The room was dark, and the radio light flickered. Du Zhiteng, sweating, focused on sending a message, urging the team members to send accurately.

The Chongqing Military Control Commission headquarters received a telegram from Du Zhiteng. The message reported the discovery of the Nanjing National Protection Column, consisting of the remnants of half a battalion of the 88th Division. The remnants claimed that overseas Chinese Lei Tao had been involved in the shelling of the Japanese troops' entry ceremony, but had subsequently disappeared. This was a crucial lead, and the investigation was ongoing.

The telegraph operator rushed into the room, clutching a telegram in his hand, and shouted, "Boss, there's a telegram from Du Zhiteng!"

Upon hearing this, Boss Dai immediately put aside his work and took the telegram. He frowned slightly and read the contents carefully. Tong Sanjiang, who was standing nearby, also came over and his eyes fell on the telegram.

As time went on, the expressions on their faces gradually became surprised, their eyes filled with confusion and puzzlement. They looked at each other, as if trying to find some answers from each other's eyes, but in the end they just shook their heads helplessly.

Tong Sanjiang spoke first: "Boss, Lei Tao is the key, we have to find him quickly and check his ideas and background." He frowned, his eyes fixed.

Boss Dai nodded, walked a few steps and stopped: "Du Zhiteng, keep digging, we need more information. We have to find Lei Tao and the gold we got from the Japanese bank vault before the Japanese army." His eyes were fierce.

Tong Sanjiang: "Yes, boss. I will arrange to find clues about Lei Tao from overseas Chinese informants." He turned and was about to leave.

"Wait!" Boss Dai suddenly shouted, his voice echoing in the empty room. The man named Tong Sanjiang stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked at Boss Dai with a puzzled look.

Boss Dai walked up to Tong Sanjiang with a serious expression and said in a low voice, "This operation must maintain absolute confidentiality. We must not alert those cunning Japanese troops. Any mistake will negate all our previous efforts. Do you understand?" Tong Sanjiang nodded solemnly, indicating that he understood the importance and danger of the mission. Then, he turned and left the room with a determined stride.

Boss Dai watched Tong Sanjiang leave, then slowly returned to his desk and sat down. He picked up the telegram he had just received and fell into deep thought. After a long moment, he suddenly raised his head and called out to the door, "Someone!" One of his men responded and stood respectfully before Boss Dai, awaiting his instructions.

Boss Dai gave the order in a steady tone: "Notify the intelligence analysis department immediately and ask them to compile detailed information about the overseas Chinese Lei Tao and the 88th Division as soon as possible and send it to my office. This matter is extremely urgent and there must be no mistakes!" The subordinate hurried away after receiving the order, and the footsteps gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor.

At the same time, in a secret base far away in Nanjing, Du Zhiteng was giving instructions to his team members with a stern look: "The superiors attach great importance to this mission and require us to dig deep into relevant information. Everyone must do everything possible to secretly find the whereabouts of Lei Tao, and at the same time pay close attention to the whereabouts of the gold in the Japanese bank vault. These two are crucial to the success of the entire operation and must not be taken lightly!" The team members responded in unison and then quickly took action, each rushing in different directions to get busy.