Espionage: Mastering the Ten Cruelest Tortures of the Military Intelligence Bureau from the Start

Afterwards, Su Mingzhe called the four people to the stationmaster's office.

Upon entering the office, the four men exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment as they wondered why they had been summoned there.

It seems highly likely that this is still related to fieldwork.

However, they had a vague feeling that this field mission might be somewhat special.

Otherwise, why would even the stationmaster have been alerted?

At this moment, Su Mingzhe addressed the four people:

"The situation is dire. The entire Songhu Station has fallen. The four of you will join me in rebuilding Songhu Station."

Time was of the essence; everyone had to collect their equipment and set off immediately, without the slightest delay.

Su Mingzhe's voice was deep and powerful.

Without much rambling or preamble, Su Mingzhe simply and clearly explained the mission.

Upon hearing the details of the mission, the four people reacted with varying expressions.

Their minds were filled with countless thoughts, but they lacked resistance and fear.

A man will die for one who understands him; their lives were already tied to Su Mingzhe's.

This mission was top secret; even their families couldn't be informed. Even their colleagues at Chang'an Station only knew that they had gone on a field mission, but they didn't know where they were or what they were doing.

This is somewhat cruel to them.

Some of them may never have the chance to see their parents, wives, and friends again in their lifetime, including Su Mingzhe.

His mind involuntarily drifted to images of Uncle Xiangzi, Li Qi, Gong Shouguo, Wang Fuquan, Sun Yang...

Even if they die in battle, their bones will be buried in a foreign land.

To avoid exposing their comrades, those who sacrificed their lives didn't even receive the title of hero.

Even being a human being is a luxury.

From this day forward, the five of them will be nameless ghosts.

"Boom boom boom..."

There was a knock on the office door.

"Enter."

Upon receiving the stationmaster's permission, a second lieutenant from the communications department brought in a top-secret telegram and handed it to the stationmaster with both hands.

The message was very short and was completely deciphered in just a few minutes.

"All undercover personnel were promoted one rank without warning, personally instructed by Boss Dai."

The stationmaster spoke slowly.

However, no one envies this kind of promotion.

The men remained unmoved upon hearing the news of their promotions.

Xu Feng, in particular, broke through the threshold of becoming a school officer without any hindrance.

This was something he had dreamed of for countless days and nights.

But now that I've obtained it so easily, I can't feel happy at all.

Su Mingzhe, on the other hand, was on par with Li Qi, and even had more power than him.

If one is not even afraid of death, what use is this empty fame?

They may never come back.

If you miss me, stand by the sea; when the waves come crashing in, it means I'm coming to see you.

There was no changing of rank ceremony, no crowd of people from the station rushing to the battlefield, not even a farewell drink.

They had nothing, just like them, all alone.

The stationmaster watched them leave the office, his eyes fixed on the doorway, unable to shake off the feeling for a long time.

Each of Su Mingzhe and his companions was equipped with a brand-new Browning pistol, two extra magazines filled with bullets, a specially made dagger, and a portion of potassium cyanide for each person.

After changing into casual clothes, the group walked out of Chang'an Station.

Su Mingzhe glanced back at the place where he had worked for a year, then, with no more worries, headed towards the train station.

In the Kuomintang-controlled areas, the journey was smooth and unimpeded.

However, the closer they got to the Japanese-occupied area, the more vigilant they became.

As they encountered more and more checkpoints and outposts along the way, they easily evaded several searches, managing to avoid any real danger along the way.

Before they knew it, it was noon, and the group had already exhausted a great deal of energy during their long journey.

They were thirsty and hungry, and their legs felt as heavy as lead. The exhaustion of the journey washed over them like a tide.

Looking back on these days, they have traveled a long and arduous journey, experiencing trains, cars, and even oxcarts and horse-drawn carriages.

The frequent transfers between various modes of transportation caused their bottoms to suffer greatly, making them ache from sitting.

At this moment, they were in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by emptiness and desolation, with no village or shop in sight.

Left with no other choice, the group could only make do for the time being.

Perhaps it was a blessing from heaven, but they were quite lucky; there happened to be a big tree not far from the roadside.

The tree was lush and verdant, casting long, dark shadows. Its dense foliage intertwined, blocking out the sun.

Winter had already arrived, and the northern lands should have long been shrouded in bitter cold, with everything frozen in ice.

However, this place presents a completely different scene, without any of that biting cold.

Even the river water was still flowing gently, untouched by the ice floes.

However, the dampness in the air made Su Mingzhe feel a little uncomfortable. He frowned slightly, as if trying to adapt to the unusual climate.

Su Mingzhe and his companions slowly leaned against the tree trunk, let out a long sigh, and then slumped weakly to the ground.

They moved their aching and stiff joints, trying to relieve their physical discomfort.

"Shopkeeper, here you go."

Shen Bei took out a large flatbread and a water bottle filled with water from his luggage and handed them to Su Mingzhe.

Fortunately, the group was well-prepared and brought plenty of rations.

Flatbread with water, or flatbread soaked in water—there are basically only two ways to eat it.

However, in this era, being able to eat white flour was already considered quite good.

Su Mingzhe has been here for over a year and has long been accustomed to the food of this era.

He first gulped down a mouthful of water, then ate the biscuit in large bites, chewing quickly to replenish his energy as fast as possible.

This has become a professional habit of his.

The other four people also ate quickly, finishing their food in no time.

Luo Dayou, in particular, had already started eating his third pancake.

Su Mingzhe looked at him, chuckled, and shook his head.

Ignoring the reincarnation of a starving ghost, Su Mingzhe kept thinking about how to carry out his work after entering Songhu.

Boss Dai has not made any demands on them for the time being; he only hopes that they can successfully infiltrate.

Su Mingzhe also had his own considerations regarding this issue.

Many possible identities flashed through his mind, but he rejected them all.

First of all, since No. 76 has not been established yet, it's no longer feasible to pretend to be arrested and then feign defection.

Secondly, the identity you adopt should not be too low, otherwise it will greatly affect the development of intelligence in the future.

After all, a low-level status means being excluded from high-level intelligence.

Suddenly, a crazy idea popped into Su Mingzhe's mind.

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