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Chapter 379: Spy Shadow (12) Investigation and Clearance

Camel City, a room with a light bulb on and thick curtains drawn.

There were three people sitting inside, led by a bald, otherwise ordinary-looking man. These days in the northwest, having hair that looks like a Mediterranean sea isn't uncommon, and it's not a distinguishing feature for intelligence officers. The bald stationmaster sternly addressed the remaining two people, "Our work with Gao Liqing has been slow lately, and the higher-ups are very dissatisfied. We need to find a new breakthrough!"

"Puff!" The remaining two people who were drinking tea choked, and the tea in one person's mouth sprayed out. The other person choked on the tea leaves and coughed for a long time. "You two, be serious! If there were no outsiders here, our Military Control Commission would be completely disgraced by you!"

The stationmaster coughed, a little dissatisfied, and added, "A-Name, what have you learned from observing the schools run by the Communist Party recently?"

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As early as 37, two local Shaanxi warlords, Deng Yu and Gao Liqing, had established friendly relations with the Eighth Route Army, agreeing to cooperate. To counter Chiang Kai-shek's constant attempts to sabotage the military's officers, they seized the opportunity and established the "Tucheng Joint Infantry School" in Tuocheng. This school trained mid- and lower-level officers in practical skills such as statistics, clerical work, and telegraphy, and also served as a training ground for infantry gunners.

A place for technical arms such as anti-aircraft machine gunners.

The Military Control Commission, within Guosu's intelligence system, was primarily responsible for monitoring the warlords. Seeing these warlords collude with the Communists and even engage in activities to counter the Whampoa clique, they were naturally extremely wary. They even planned to acquire bombs, stage a Bakunin-style terrorist attack, and kill several instructors and senior faculty members at the school, completely paralyzing it.

However, before the plan could be fully realized, the February Incident struck. In a whirlwind of events, Haojing changed hands, Guanzhong was swamped, and the Military Control Commission's station in Haojing, with only the iron tower remaining, was completely destroyed. The Haojing branch of the Huangpu Military Academy also quickly fled. Without the Huangpu Military Academy's supply of officers, the non-Communist warlords in the northwest became even more dependent on it for their officers, making it even more difficult for the Military Control Commission to take action.

But how could the Military Intelligence Bureau give up? The Military Intelligence Bureau intelligence officers disguised as the Suijing Mongolian Political Council emerged like mushrooms after the rainstorm. They gathered a few intelligence officers who were scattered by the Eighth Route Army and re-formed a three-person surveillance team for this school.

The intelligence officer, designated as "A," nodded. "Sir, I've got some good stuff!" He then pulled some books from under the table. "I spent a fortune and a hundred dollars to bribe a student and get these books from him."

When he said this, he didn't blush at all. He didn't say that he had stolen this set of books from someone else's schoolbag, nor did he say that this book was sold directly in the bookstore of the Command Academy.

"It's just that, sir..." After reporting the 100 yuan bill, Jia Zihao opened the book and said with some embarrassment, "It's just that I've studied it over and over again, and there's really nothing in it that promotes the Communist bandits' doctrines." "Nonsense, how could it be possible? How could the Communist bandits' textbooks not promote their perverse doctrines?"

"Sir, that's true. Not only that, for example, the two people teaching infantry artillery at the school are Italians. How could these Italians be Communists?"

The Mediterranean station chief was a bit anxious. With covert and violent tactics now thwarted, the Military Control Commission had to awkwardly resort to more presentable tactics. Finding evidence that the school textbooks "propaganda of heretical doctrines and sabotage of the favorable situation in the War of Resistance" was crucial, but surprisingly, the Communist Party's theories were absent from them. It felt like he was gathering strength to punch, only to hit a ball of cotton.

"Impossible, let me see!"

Several textbooks were placed on the table. The books were well-printed, tightly sealed, and the spines were glued together. Several Military Intelligence Bureau agents set aside their technical courses and focused their attention directly on the political textbooks. Three of them picked up their textbooks and began to speed-read them.

Unfortunately, the textbook's title page features an inscription by Ma Xiufang, the principal of the Joint Infantry School and the remotely appointed chairman of the Heilongjiang Provincial Government, encouraging students to study diligently, resist the Japanese invasion, and serve the country. The text itself is largely composed of President Sun Yat-sen's national policy, the Three Principles of the People, and slogans from the Northern Expedition. Unless you're nitpicking, you can't find any flaws.

But without military support, these things are simply not enough to justify causing trouble. Military Control Commission chief Mr. Mediterranean rubbed his increasingly thinning hair and turned to ask his "Wu" subordinates. "Are you observing any activity at the Camel City Trade Office?"

"No, nothing! 'Sir, nothing,'" Agent Wu hastily denied. "Lately, I've been eating, drinking, and sleeping at the observation point next to the trading station. Vehicles are coming and going over there, but from what I've observed, none of them carry any contraband." He also effortlessly avoided the fact that he was actually involved. "Every day, it's basically just some cotton-padded clothes, iron farm tools, coal, and quilts. I've had my subordinates keeping an eye on the Communist Party office in Tuocheng, and there's nothing unusual."

Trade between Tuocheng and the Red Zone flourished, with even many merchants from the Kuomintang-controlled areas investing there. Because of the significant tax revenue generated, they enjoyed the protection of General Gao. Therefore, despite the constant flow of trucks between the two sides, the Military Control Commission faced significant obstacles in conducting detailed investigations, and could easily be caught off guard.

"Well, no wonder you couldn't find anything more important," the bald stationmaster said disappointedly. He pulled a photo from his pocket. "Have you two seen these people lately?"

Units A and E moved closer to examine the photograph. It was taken covertly, with poor lighting, seemingly from a darkened house. The officer had hidden a camera near the target—truly a commanding officer, a true master. In the photo, a thousand people had their backs to the camera, and only one had half their face turned away, seemingly looking elsewhere.

"Hmm? Isn't this Commander Gao's man? Hu Jingtong, Division Commander Hu, of the Cavalry Division."

"Why isn't he in uniform? Where did you take this photo, sir? The others are all wearing long gowns, and their identities are unknown. But I do recognize this clothing. Many merchants traveling north and south wear it, and some of them have this dark style."

"Hmph! That's right," the Military Control Commission chief said with a hint of smugness, but quickly turned serious. "These people went to the Yueke Teahouse in the south of the city ten days ago. That's where the man surnamed Hu met with them. Since then, the three large guest rooms on the second floor of the Yueke Teahouse have been fully booked. Apparently, they've been reserved."

Everyone present was working in intelligence, and upon hearing this, they all straightened up and listened to the commander continue.

"Strangers from other places who come to Tuocheng either run to the Commerce Bureau or the Communist Merchants Bureau. Since these people entered the inn, they haven't left their rooms in broad daylight these past few days. They have to have the teahouse waiters bring their food and drinks to their door.

"I had the action team disguised as police officers and went to the door to check, but I never expected that these guys would come out and say they were trading goods from Hanzhong, bringing cattle and sheep leather to Hanzhong."

The Military Control Commissioner tightened his belt, his tone tinged with resentment and disdain. "These guys are still talking about having passes from the Kuomintang's Suimeng branch. Humph! Those of you who have been in the northwest for years, who doesn't know that the leather trade in Yili League and Inner Mongolia is monopolized by the Communist Party? If you don't recruit Communist trading companies, who can buy leather here?"

"Do these guys really think that we, the heroes of the Military Control Commission, are all good-for-nothings? In my opinion, these guys are disguised as businessmen, but they are actually Communist bandits!"

Hahaha! The intelligence station was filled with a relaxed atmosphere. These were indeed a group of suspicious people, and suspicion meant a breakthrough in intelligence work.

For the Military Control Commission, targeting Gao Liqing on such a dubious pretext was like a powerful dragon trying to suppress a local snake, and targeting the Communists was like walking into a toilet with a lantern. However, targeting a businessman with no local roots was perfectly acceptable. Even if the businessman was innocent and had no problems, the Military Control Commission's methods would yield a huge profit. Whether it was the bald commander or the "Jia Wu" (a nickname), after the operation, regardless of whether the other party had been wronged, they would all make a lot of money.

If the other party really has problems, the Military Control Commission will naturally make things difficult for them if they have evidence against them. And if they have evidence that the military leaders are in contact with the Communists, then, well, they will be in trouble.

"What you said is absolutely right, sir! The special envoy of the Suimeng Party Committee lost everything due to speculation a year ago, and his warehouse was raided by the Communist Army! How dare they do business now!" "Then let's get a search warrant and go to their house to investigate and confiscate some of the contraband these days. It's Chinese New Year soon, so we'll make them pay a little bit, or at least skin them!" "That's right! I learned from a reliable source that this group of businessmen will all gather on the first floor of the teahouse for a banquet tomorrow!"

The Military Control Station Chief pressed down with both hands, quelling the two adjutants' jubilant New Year's discussion. "I'm going to send a telegram to the Military Police Headquarters of the Eighth War Zone to give them a heads-up! You two, bring your men with you. We'll pretend to be military police patrols. Tomorrow evening at 7 o'clock, we'll launch a direct attack!"

"Yes! The stationmaster is wise! Brothers, this time, we promise to do it beautifully!"

Chapter 380: Spy Shadow (13) Multiple Collaborations

Since the February Incident, Deng Yu's troops were transferred south to Tongling as a "buffer" acceptable to both the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, while Yulin became the territory of Gao Liqing, Ma Xiufang and others. From the perspective of the Military Control Commission, these guys who were not resolute in opposing the Communist Party, that is, they were not anti-communist, and who cooperated with the Communist Party to fight against Japan were naturally the scum of the party and the country.

However, the situation here is remote and the troops of He Jingzhou and Ma Shaoyun, who originally preferred the mountain city, were beaten down by the Eighth Route Army, and only one tenth of their troops remained. The two divisions under Gao Liqing and Ma Xiufang had a smaller number of people, but they were considered to be the local tyrants who were in power here, and the Military Control Commission had to bow their heads.

Therefore, when making trouble and arresting people, one must be quick, accurate, and ruthless, and ideally, have irrefutable evidence in hand. The two Military Control Commission officers quickly obtained the warrants from their superiors, posing as members of the Nationalist Army's internal disciplinary enforcement team, and rushed into the "Yuek Tea House" south of Yansui City at the time indicated in the intelligence.

(In Yansui area, the current license plate is "Shaanxi K")

But the situation was not as they thought.

"Oh! Stop it! Stop it! It's a misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding!"

In that same room, lit by a light bulb and thickly drawn curtains, the three members of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Yansui Intelligence Station gathered again. Unlike last time, with the exception of the bald Mediterranean station chief, the two agents, Jiazi and Wuzi, leaned back in their chairs, sighing.

Both of them had bruises on their faces and noses, clearly having suffered a great deal of physical pain. Jiazi had a bruised eye that made it nearly impossible to open it, and half his face was swollen; Wu was even worse off, with a broken arm bound with a wooden plank and hanging from his neck.

The three of them, with five eyes, looked back and forth at each other, the big eyes staring at the small eyes, the small eyes looking at the panda eyes, and finally turned into a helpless sigh. "Alas!"

Recalling the surprise inspection two days prior, everyone's hearts were filled with sadness. It had originally been a lucrative operation. The Military Control Station in Yansui had conducted such inspections numerous times, and the three remaining personnel were among the "elite" personnel. Logically, they could simply charge in dressed as military police officers, lead a group of thugs, flash their credentials, or at least their pistols, and they would be able to deal with any tough targets. After that, it was a complete service: searches, confiscations, seizures of goods, imprisonment, and extortion.

But unexpectedly, when Jiazihao led the charge that day, kicking open the teahouse's door and rushing inside, they were greeted by a completely different scene: the teahouse tables had been joined together to form a single, long table. One person stood at their position, shaking the dice pot with great vigor, while another group, holding banknotes and dominoes, rolled up their sleeves and chanted "Big, Small, Odd, Even, Even!" The atmosphere was lively and heated. Around the outer circle of the gambling table, a few people shared fine wine from jars with leftovers from a meal. "Registration forms" were scattered across the dining table, and several men in blue shirts were busy gathering them up.

The most crucial thing was that, aside from the banker, who was the "suspicious merchant" originally spotted wearing a blue shirt, the rest of the customers and gamblers were all wearing military uniforms—they were actually students from the Infantry Combined School! "It's the patrol! He's going to put us in solitary confinement! Brothers, grab your weapons!"

But before Jiazihao could make another move, a blue-shirted "merchant" who had been watching the show with his hands behind his back beside the card table suddenly shouted. Then, with agility that belied their size, the gamblers leaped from the table, grabbing tables, chairs, benches, plates, bowls, chopsticks, and spoons, and attacked the stunned Military Control Commissioners.

These "students" weren't really half-college students; they were mid- and lower-level officers and technical soldiers coming for further training, from the units of Ma Ziyin, Gao Liqing, and Ma Xiufang. These men had already been trained, and now, not only had they been drinking, but they were also being instigated and incited, making them the center of the fire. These twenty or so squad, platoon, and company commanders, under the command of several regimental commanders, attacked the teahouse from all sides, leaving the Jiazi unit and a dozen assistants battered and bruised. Even the Wuzi unit, who was guarding the door, wasn't spared—the men in the shop chased him with brooms. In the dark of night, Wuzi unit accidentally fell into a ditch and broke his hand.

"How are the people down there?"

"Sir, seven or eight of our brothers were injured, and two of them had broken arms and legs... Oh, oh, oh! Sir! Our station is seriously injured this time!" Hearing the stationmaster ask

Jiazi, who had panda eyes, wailed, "Sir, you have to give

Brothers, step forward!"

"Yes! We, we can't just swallow this!"

The two men immediately howled. This time, the fight was all over. Although none of the two Military Control Commission agents' men died, many were injured. The group of officer cadets fought much more fiercely than their own thugs, and there were more of them. After the fight, they just ran away. As a result, the two men in the Jiawu group were not only injured themselves, but also had to pay for the thugs' medical treatment.

"Stand out, stand out, stand out, you big-headed devils! I've heard you yelling all day long!" The veins on the stationmaster's Mediterranean bald head bulged. He was extremely annoyed by his subordinate Xianglin Sao's behavior.

"Do you think I don't want to? Damn it, do you think I don't want to?"

"I went to the Eighth War Zone Military Police that night! But those guys in blue were the first to file a complaint, saying we were provoking trouble and fighting with the Infantry School. They wanted the Military Police to investigate us.

Damn it, the military police are pissing themselves. They were so happy when they gave us the search warrant before, but now they're so timid. They said the school would punish the students and that we should just let it go. What's the point of trying to make money by being harmonious? I was so angry that I started arguing with those idiots right there on the spot."

"But this isn't the most infuriating thing. When I heard this, I was about to get angry. This matter isn't over yet. As the head of the Military Control Station, I won't be done until I knock him out of his shell."

The stationmaster wiped the spit from the corner of his mouth and slammed the table vigorously. "Those guys in blue actually pulled out a certificate from the Shaanxi Provincial Party Committee Investigation Office! How dare they pull out a certificate from the Party Committee Investigation Office in front of me!"

"Those guys in blue! They're not businessmen, they're not even the Kuomintang's Suimeng branch! Damn it! Whose name is the Party Investigation Office? Do they really think I'm a good-for-nothing? These idiots are the Central Bureau of Investigation! The Central Bureau of Investigation!"

Central Unification? Central Unification!

Although both were intelligence agencies of the Communist Party, the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics and the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics lacked any real collaboration in their operations; rather, they were somewhat incompatible. To vie for Chiang Kai-shek's favor and gain control and monopoly over intelligence operations, these two organizations specialized in assassination and sabotage, even while constantly battling among themselves to gather intelligence on Japan and the Communists. They were considered the dragons and phoenixes of the Communist Party.

Hearing their superiors announce the other party's identity in such an angry tone, Jia and Wu were furious. The Military Control Commission and the Central Control Commission were sworn enemies; this was standard Party-state common sense. The two could no longer hold back; being beaten up for no apparent reason was enough to make even clay men furious!

"This must be a trap they set for us. A stab in the back is the hardest to defend against!" Wu Zihao raised his severed hand and cursed, but then grimaced in pain, "They just arrived and they want to show us off!"

"They hosted a banquet for the military academy students and even handed out registration forms for contact information. They must be up to something nefarious and trying to stir up trouble on our territory! They've just arrived, and we're facing such stubborn resistance during our surprise inspection. What will happen in the future?"

"That's right! We absolutely cannot allow them to continue this rampage! Commander, we must report this to our superiors!" The two agents quickly reached a consensus, their eyes blazing as they looked at their commander. The Mediterranean station chief nodded solemnly, sensing his subordinates' fighting spirit and morale.

He stood up and said without blushing:

"The Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics has always been plagued by scum! They claim to be loyal to the Party and the country, but in reality they are despicable and engage in self-serving activities that will bring down the will of Heaven! Now they are riding on our backs, beating up our brothers and sisters, and plotting to sabotage the overall situation of the anti-communist war. We must strike hard and rectify the style of work and discipline!"

"But we can't just fight head-on, we can't be completely open about it. Reporting this to the higher-ups might seem like a foolproof plan, but it's an impossible one. Why would the Central Bureau of Investigation come to our territory in Tuocheng without orders? It must have been their superiors who gave the order, and how could they easily change it? Even if our superiors went to coordinate, they would surely return empty-handed."

"Besides, the waters between the officers are deep. A single wave could drown us."

Then, the stationmaster's tone was filled with the "fearless" spirit of leading by example for the Party and the country.

"Intelligence work is about people walking in the dark. For the future of the party and the country, and for the people of the world, decisive measures must be taken. Don't record what I say next." After saying that, he looked at the two agents with the numbers Jia and Wu.

The remaining two people were a little confused and could only say: "Yes, please give us your instructions, sir."

"Never mind, never mind," the stationmaster waved his hand. "As a veteran in intelligence, I'll show you how to handle situations like this. Today, we'll implement the Chairman's principle of pacifying the country before resisting foreign aggression and wipe out the scum of the Party and the nation in one fell swoop!" He patted A-Zi's shoulder and said, "You, stop focusing on the school. Have all your still-mobile men focus on Yueke Teahouse."

He pointed at Unit E's arm and said, "You're injured, so stay home and recover. Have your men follow Unit A and keep a close eye on those Central Committee members. Keep a close eye on them!" "And me," the stationmaster said, straightening his shirt with the air of a man ready to brave the elements. "I'm going to the Communist Party's office in Yansui."

Huh? The two spies were shocked. Looking for the Communist Party?

"That's right! Sometimes, the Communists can actually be trusted: they share our interests in eliminating the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics," the bald Military Bureau chief taught earnestly. "They will help us eliminate dissidents, and we will loyally eliminate the scum for the sake of the Party and the country!"

"As for ourselves, hum! Even if the Communists find out, so what? What can they do to us? The situation of the Kuomintang-Communist War is here. As long as we don't cross the line, they will definitely not take action." You must know that 'the magic of application lies in one's heart'! Brothers, today is the day to make contributions to the party and the country! Everything we do is for the party and the country, and it is definitely not to cooperate with the Communists!

Just as the three military commanders secretly made their decisions, in another place in Yansui, there was also a room with light bulbs on and thick curtains drawn.

Several people dressed in dark blue sat around a square table in a teahouse. One of them took off his hat, his eyes dark and his tone heavy. He said seriously, "Our work with Gao Liqing has been severely hampered from the very beginning. It's not going well, and the higher-ups are very dissatisfied!"

"A few days ago, our efforts to win over military academy students were disrupted by the Military Control Commission! You know, these students later became company commanders and battalion commanders in the local troops, regimental commanders in the security team... Their banquet was disrupted, and even a lot of Party registration forms were lost!"

"Be serious! If I hadn't been smart enough to start the fight, you would have completely disgraced our Central Bureau of Investigation!"

"That's right. Sometimes, the Communists can actually be trusted. They share the same interests with us in eliminating the Military Control Commission." "Eliminating the traitors of the Military Control Commission is to eliminate traitors for the Party and the country! Their loyalty is witnessed by the sun and the moon..."

"Using the Communist Party to eliminate the stupid bugs in the Party and the country is the old wisdom of Zhou Lang's suicide note to Jiang Gan, and it is absolutely not collusion with the Communist Party!"

Chapter 381 Sit-ups Chen Jieshan

Chen Jieshan, Lieutenant General of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army. In our history, this highly-educated student from Fujian Province participated in the Xinhai Revolution, joined the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army, and then joined Fu Yisheng, leading to the unfortunate experience of being ordered to "resolutely hold" during the War of Liberation. However, in this altered historical context, the life story of this Shanxi-Suiyuan Army soldier seems to have undergone a slight change.

If we want to tell his story clearly, we have to rewind time for a while and go back to May 1940.

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At that time, Chen Jieshan was still a prisoner of the Eighth Route Army. He was defeated by our army's Shanxi-West Detachment because of the friction he initiated and became a member of the prisoner-of-war camp.

As an outstanding graduate of the 7th Infantry Department of the Baozhou Army Officers School and the 7th Special Class of the Army University, Chen Jieshan had served as the commander of the former Second War Zone Front Command, the commander-in-chief of the Sixth Army Group and commander of the 61st Army, and the commander-in-chief of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army's Anti-Rebellion Army Headquarters. He always felt that although he could not compare with the first-class direct descendants of the Party and the country and his brothers in the Shanxi Army, he was still a step higher than the average generals and warlords.

After all, after graduating from military academy at the age of 27, he was invited by a classmate named Yan to serve in the Shanxi Army. Starting as a trainee platoon leader, his career had been smooth sailing. In just 20 years, Chen Jieshan rose through the ranks to become the Lieutenant General and Commander-in-Chief of the Group Army, a meteoric rise. But who could have known that just a few months after becoming the Lieutenant General and Commander-in-Chief, a group of peasants with only two regiments of troops would chase down the heroes of his two armies and seven divisions, beat them up, and even capture him.

It was one thing to catch him, but he was also mocked by a mere captain from the opposite district, saying, "Why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken?" The thought of this made Chen Jieshan furious. He felt his blood boiling, his veins throbbing, and he could boil a kettle by placing it on his head. However, what made him even more angry was yet to come.

Ever since the Eighth Route Army entered Guanzhong and staged their astonishing "conquering a city with a cup of tea" performance, Generalissimo Chiang Kai-shek was completely overwhelmed. At the time, Chen Jieshan actually found some solace—the Eighth Route Army had 20 cannons capable of devastatingly devastating bombardments, and their armored vehicles were unstoppable, so a defeat wouldn't be too humiliating. Soon, Vice Chairman Zhou and Grandma He negotiated a ceasefire, and the two armies began to disengage and initiate a prisoner exchange.

Chen Jieshan was sent to the city of Haojing by the Eighth Route Army and lived with other prisoners of war in the controlled Xijing Guesthouse, which was used as a temporary prisoner-of-war camp.

Waiting for Guo Jian to come over with some "communist bandits" and "democrats" to exchange

Yourself.

He was initially paranoid; even the announcement from the Xijing Hotel calling them to dinner frightened him. A few days later, after discovering the Communists hadn't chopped off any heads, he began to grow uneasy again. Chen Jieshan tried to visit his old colleagues in the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army to inquire about the situation. Fortunately, this wasn't the Gongdelin of another time and space; unfortunately, this wasn't the post-liberation city of Beijing. The Eighth Route Army's officers quickly sent Chen Jieshan back to his room, telling him to stay put and await communication between the KMT and the Communist Party.

Well, it seems I can leave. Chen Jieshan thought to himself, I heard that the Eighth Route Army had detained most of the soldiers and technical personnel, but he didn't care about those people. He only cared about when the Eighth Route Army would release him because of his "unwavering loyalty."

Soon, General Hu, who had been struck unconscious at the southern entrance of Gaojing City, was replaced by General Yang and his men. Chen Jieshan thought that as a lieutenant general of the Communist Party, he could not replace someone as prominent as General Yang, but he should be able to replace him with a division commander or army commander of the Communist Party. It didn't matter if he didn't get his turn this time, because he would have one later.

A few days later, high-ranking commanders like Li Zhiwu and Yuan Pu, who had been captured or wounded by the Eighth Route Army, were also exchanged back by some Communists. Chen Jieshan consoled himself by thinking that it was probably because he was from the Shanxi Army lineage, not the Whampoa clique favored by the old man. He couldn't exchange for the top brass of the Communist Party, but he could exchange for a dozen or so underground members. He should be the next one in line.

But more than ten days later, outside the city of Haojing, the Eighth Route Army packed up a bunch of company commanders, platoon leaders and regiment commanders who were graduates of the Whampoa Military Academy. The living ones carried backpacks, and the injured sat on carts. In exchange, they brought back a group of red bandits that were allowed to enter Guanzhong by the National Army. The group of people said that they were guerrillas who stayed in the Sichuan-Yunnan-Guizhou border during the Red Army period. They were dressed in rags, had families with them, and had few good guns.

Chen Jieshan looked at them with disdain. He thought to himself that the red-headed people were really clueless. They had traded a bunch of Whampoa elites for this bunch of "beggar soldiers". No matter how they exchanged, they were losing out. But after the exchange was completed, Chen Jieshan still hadn't waited for anyone to come and exchange him: "Hey! What are you doing... Hey! What about me? You can't just ignore me!"

"What are you arguing about!" an official from the mountain town cursed. "Go back to where you came from and stop being an eyesore!"

"oh oh.....…"

Chen Jieshan could only remain in the temporary prisoner-of-war camp in Gaojing for a while longer. In the Xijing Guesthouse, where high-ranking Party and government officials had been imprisoned during the Gaojing Incident, Chen Jieshan fulfilled his dream of receiving special treatment. However, this special treatment further weakened his already overwhelmed spirit.

Will I be shot by the Eighth Route Army?

Will I be imprisoned by the Eighth Route Army until I die?

Immersed in his wild thoughts day and night, Chen Jieshan's spirit was extremely tense. In the following days, he even heard Mr. Hu Qinzhai's death after being flown back to the mountain city.

With Jiang Gong as guarantor, he was forced by the Kong and Song families to marry Miss Kong Er.

Getting married should be a happy event.

This contrast made Chen Jieshan even more indignant: "Commander Hu also lost the battle, how could he still have a wedding? I am a commander after all... Look, for the sake of the party and the country, please lend a hand to your brother!"