The mask was shot off, my husband, you are the king of spy wars

Many directors and section chiefs of the Secret Service Bureau came to Chen Feng’s office to watch the fun.

I saw Xiong Gang yelling in front of Chen Feng.

"Section Chief!"

"You must believe me!"

"Ghost! It really is a ghost!"

"That must be Lin Xia's ghost!"

"At night, he was still wearing the clothes of the White Impermanence and patted my shoulder!"

"At that time...that Bai Wuchang, Bai Wuchang seemed to want to take me away!"

"If I hadn't fainted, I might have been taken away, Section Chief!"

...

...

Everyone: "..."

A group of people looked at Xiong Gang as if he were a fool.

The black man couldn't help but stepped forward and touched Xiong Gang's forehead, "You don't have a fever..."

"Old Bear, come with me now, don't embarrass yourself here."

Xiong Gang was even a little exasperated. He glared at the black man and angrily said, "Old Black! You don't believe me either, do you?"

nigger:"......"

How can I believe this...

Xiong Gang looked at Hu Mei'er again and said excitedly: "Mei'er, you believe me, right?"

Hu Meier: “…”

"I don't want to talk to fools..."

Xiong Gang seemed to be mentally disturbed and asked several people...

boom!

Chen Feng slapped the table, "Enough!"

"Xiong Gang!"

"Put aside the question of whether it's a ghost or not for now."

"Why did you go to Lin Xia's office in the middle of the night?!"

When asked this question, Xiong Gang felt numb and sweat broke out on his back.

"this..."

"I......"

"Director Lin and I have a deep rapport, and I miss him, so I wanted to visit his office..."

Xiong Gang said without blushing or panting.

Dogs don’t believe this reason!

Hu Meir tui squeaked.

Chen Feng gave him a cold look and said, "Your words are worse than farts."

"Fine half a year's bonus, get out!"

"It's the Section Chief..."

Xiong Gang left the office in disgrace, having lost more than he gained.

......

At noon...the Japanese military area exploded!

The entire Binjiang City Japanese garrison's combat readiness department was in chaos.

Inside the Japanese command post in the suburbs, letters of prepared war reports were placed on the table.

"Report to the brigade commander!"

"A large number of Eighth Route Army troops have been spotted moving towards our unit on the east side of Binjiang City!"

"Report to the brigade commander, the Eighth Route Army has been spotted on the west side, and they are moving towards our city at all costs!"

"Report to the brigade commander! Eighth Route Army infantry have been spotted on the south side, and they appear to be approaching us!"

"Report to the Brigade Commander..."

...

The Japanese brigade commander Yamamoto Juju was stunned as he listened to the telegrams one after another.

Then he ran to the map sandbox in panic.

The Eighth Route Army troops appeared as red arrows on the map sand table, and countless red arrows were pointing towards Binjiang City.

Although most of them are small troops, with no more than one or two thousand people at most, if these forces are united, they are enough to destroy Binjiang City!

Yamamoto Juju hurriedly walked around the map sand plate again and again, with his hands behind his back, looking a little nervous.

"Why...is this happening?"

"Staff Officer Xiaozhi, what do you think is the reason why these Eighth Route Army soldiers are willing to join our army at all costs?"

Xiaozhi is short but has a big head, with bright eyes and a chin pinched.

He shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Commander, it's really hard to tell."

"But one thing we can infer is that they must want to attack Binjiang City!"

"We must make plans quickly!"

"I suggest requesting reinforcements immediately! Our forces are too few to resist the Eighth Route Army's encirclement!"

"Brigade Commander! We can't delay any longer! The Eighth Route Army is moving quickly this time!"

Yamamoto Juju was also very anxious when he saw the inference of Staff Officer Xiaozhi, and clenched his fists tightly.

This time, the sky in Binjiang City is really going to change.

"Immediately pass on my military order. All units, disperse in the four directions of east, south, west and north. Divide with heavy firepower and reinforce the defense line!"

"I will immediately request reinforcements from the provincial government!"

As he said that, Yamamoto Juju nervously ran towards the communications department.

He was scared, really scared this time...

The Eighth Route Army troops on all sides seemed to be risking their lives. The total number of his own brigades was only three to four thousand men, while the Eighth Route Army's number was more than several times greater!

Such a force is enough to form a devastating force against the Japanese troops in Binjiang City in a short period of time!

......

Similarly, Lei Wanjun's brigade headquarters in the suburban area of ​​Binjiang also received the news. Lei Wanjun received a transfer order and personally led his troops towards Binjiang City.

At this moment, all the soldiers were confused. They didn't know what was going on, they just knew that a war was about to begin...

Zhou Wu was sweating profusely as he walked with Lei Wanjun on the march, holding telegrams one after another.

"Brigade Commander, this is a big deal!"

"Binjiang City is a strategic military base."

"We have requested from our superiors to gather troops for siege many times but failed. But this time, because of Lin Xia..." Zhou Wu sighed.

Lei Wanjun said solemnly: "Isn't this enough?"

"Lin Xia's death is enough to change the world of Binjiang City."

"If Lin Xia were still alive, everything would be easy to discuss."

"Even if Lin Xia is captured, they can still negotiate for guns, artillery, and land."

"But Lin Xia's death, humph!"

"The devils in Binjiang City will pay a heavy price!"

Zhou Wu swallowed hard. He hadn't believed the brigade commander's words that Binjiang City was about to change, but this time...he believed it.

......

The next day in Binjiang City, according to local customs, the funeral would be held within three days.

Lin Xia's house was surrounded by white flowers early in the morning, and a small shed was built in the yard to place the coffin.

Right in front stood a black and white photo of Lin Xia, and below it were various offerings placed by Han Congxue, such as apples, bananas, melon seeds, etc.

Han Congxue, dressed in white mourning clothes, was crying uncontrollably as she knelt in front of the white shed for the memorial service, with a small brazier beside her.

Many people came that day. Before noon, Chen Feng came with a group of directors from the Secret Service Bureau.

"Miss Han, come over and pay your respects."

"Leave the rest to us."

"I bought the best cemetery in Binjiang for Lin Xia in the name of the Secret Service Bureau."

"Thank you, Section Chief Chen."

Lin Xia said with red eyes.

People coming and going all burned paper money for Lin Xia.

There are more beggars...

Nearly half of the beggars in Binjiang City have received Lin Xia's kindness.

Afterwards, the drunkard, the leader of Wagang, came in disguise, Lao Wang, the leader of the Eight Hundred Coachmen's Association, Fat Monkey, and even the owner of the wonton stall came to burn some paper money.

Han Congxue knelt in front, and Chen Feng, along with Xiong Gang and Li Yulan, several other department heads, bowed deeply.

That's when...

boom!

Boom!

bang bang bang...

Everyone was stunned, "Huh?"

"What's going on!"

After a few seconds, it seemed like something was moving!

Then Xiong Gang's eyebrows widened and he looked at the coffin!

The coffin lid seems to be moving!