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

Chapter 75 Lin Xia, Lin Rui, the class monitor back then

I still remember that I was a squad leader at one stage.

Although he was young at that time, he made many military achievements!

Especially their small class back then, although there were less than ten people, each of them was a warrior who fought with Lin Xia.

I just don’t know if those brothers can still recognize Lin Xianan after so many years and how he has changed.

So many years have passed and even the name has changed again and again.

Back then, let alone a given name, there wasn’t even a surname.

The surname Lin was given to him by an old leader because he was brave in battle, smart, and of the right age, so he was adopted as his godson.

But he never decided on a name for him, and for a long time he was called Xiao Linzi.

Later, because of the base, a leader suggested to just call him...Xiao Ruilin, that is: Lin Rui.

After several twists and turns, he went to the local base to perform tasks behind enemy lines, changed his name, and finally came to Binjiang Province and was renamed: Lin Xia.

Then Lin Xia sent a telegram to Nancheng. With Lin Xia's discovery, the space inside his body could send wireless telegrams.

However, the cooling time after each sending is very long.

Lin Xia only has this one chance now, and he must explain the situation clearly at once, otherwise it will be difficult to send another telegram.

I hope... they can get the news soon...

Lin Xia prayed in her heart, and now that place became her life-saving straw.

Otherwise, if no one comes to rescue him, he will have no choice but to take action. However, once he takes action, his identity will inevitably be exposed, and it will be difficult to carry out underground work in Binjiang City in the future.

After Lin Xia had slept for two hours, Han Congxue walked in. She wanted to cover Lin Xia with a quilt and pour her a glass of water, but she woke her up unexpectedly.

"you're awake..."

"Ah."

"By the way, do you know that Miyamoto..."

Then Han Congxue and Lin Xia talked about Chen Feng's idea and the telegram he sent to her father to rescue her.

Lin Xia was stunned, "Wait a minute!"

"you say..."

"Your father is Han Shizhang, the Medicine King of Nancheng!!!"

Han Congxue nodded with a bit of guilt on her face. She felt that Lin Xia blamed her because she had not told Lin Xia before.

"Lin Xia...I know this may be hard for you to accept, but my dad is indeed the Medicine King of South City."

"Although I come from a privileged background... I disdain to be associated with others. I am devoted to serving my country and only want to drive the Japanese out of my home as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, I've already asked my dad to come and rescue us. As long as we can hold on until he arrives, we'll definitely be able to get off the boat safely."

Lin Xia nodded again in a daze. He wasn't surprised by his father's amazing identity, but was just surprised by...

His father turned out to be the little Han from his class back then! The one who just sent the telegram!

What's even more ridiculous is that if his father comes and identifies Lin Xia on the spot, Han Congxue will immediately know that Lin Xia is a Communist.

As long as Han Congxue knew that Lin Xia was a Communist, it would be easy for him to associate Lin Xia with the shadow...

If she knew, how could the Military Control Commission in Binjiang City not know? If the Military Control Commission knew everything, then it would basically be exposed soon.

The telegraph function in the space has been used once, and it is impossible to transmit information again in a short period of time, so everything depends on Han Shizhang's reaction.

"Okay... No, it's okay, I'm fine." Lin Xia smiled faintly.

Han Congxue was a little surprised by Lin Xia's reaction. In her mind, Lin Xia was a traitor who fawned over the powerful. Logically, such a traitor should be happy, even ecstatic, to know that he had such a father...

Could it be that this guy is pretending to be profound, but is actually very happy in his heart, and then he will pretend to be a master to gain his father's appreciation?

Han Congxue's imagination expanded for a moment...

...

In the south city, a manor villa on the outskirts is full of luxury.

During the Anti-Japanese War when supplies were scarce, the Han family actually asked the European art master Walster to personally design this villa, spending an unimaginable amount of money.

In a study room in the villa.

An old servant stepped forward and said with a worried look on his face, "Master, Miss...are we really not going to rescue her?"

Han Shizhang stood by the window and looked out, feeling extremely conflicted.

Just a few hours ago, he received a telegram from his woman Han Congxue...

He really had an urge to send someone to rescue him immediately, but after thinking it over again and again... Han Shizhang still suppressed the urge in his heart.

"This...can't be saved."

"I've heard a little about that ship, and it's of great significance."

"Please pay attention to this. If we act rashly to rescue them, we will definitely be investigated."

"If our identities are exposed, then the entire South City's undercover agents will be implicated."

"I have a daughter and countless underground revolutionary fighters in South City. Tell me...how should I choose?"

"Old Ma, I know Xiaoxue has been your daughter since she was a child, but... we cannot ignore the interests of the nation." Han Shizhang is only in his forties, but his hair has already turned gray.

At that time, when his family and country were in trouble, Han Shizhang gave up his superior background and brought the young Han Congxue to Lao Ma to raise, while he turned around and joined the revolutionary team.

It was probably...seven or eight years ago.

Old Ma couldn't help but burst into tears and cried in front of Han Shizhang.

"It's just that the lady..."

"If anything were to happen to her, you wouldn't have any descendants..."

Han Shizhang then burst into laughter and let out a long laugh towards the sky.

"Unparalleled?"

"Ever since I, Han Shizhang, joined the Party eight years ago, my blood has been bright red. As long as our Party exists and thrives on the land of China, my bloodline will remain."

"If the revolution is ruined because of my own daughter, and the Great Xia Revolution fails, and my party fails, what good will it do to leave a descendant? Even if I am alive, I am dead."

Han Shizhang spoke passionately, and for a moment Lao Ma was moved, as if he understood something.

"Okay, sir, I understand."

But just before Lao Ma left, a servant suddenly came up with a telegram.

"Master, a mysterious telegram...from the sea."

Han Shizhang frowned, "Hmm?"

He then hurriedly opened the telegram and read it quickly, but after only a few seconds, there was a bang, and Han Shizhang's brain seemed to have exploded. He stared at the content with wide eyes.

[Xiao Han, sea coordinates, urgently need rescue...]

——Lin Rui (Shadow)

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