Courtyard House: Reborn in the 1940s, Starting with Killing Japanese Devils

Minister Ke was silent for a moment, the glow of the kerosene lamp illuminating his solemn expression. He looked at the telegraph operator.

He slowly gave the order: "Return the telegram immediately and tell Guying to be extremely careful, ensure his own safety, continue to lie low, and return to the mountain city as soon as possible."

In a small village in northern Jiangsu, Zhao Heng, wearing radio headphones and holding a pen in his right hand, quickly transcribed the radio wave code of the reply.

He then took out a 1938 edition of "Dream of the Red Chamber" from his storage space and began translating the telegram according to the pre-agreed page numbers and line numbers.

After finishing the translation, a resolute glint flashed in Zhao Heng's eyes. He took out a lighter from his system space, lit the note in his hand, and the flickering flame reflected his determined face.

As the note gradually turned to ashes, Zhao Heng took a deep breath and sighed inwardly: This trip to Shanghai was fraught with danger and peril. He could only hope that he could successfully win Dai Li's trust after returning to Chongqing.

【叮咚！恭喜宿主存活168小时，签到获得格洛克手枪100把、手枪子弹100万发、盘尼西林200箱、碘伏消毒液1000瓶、牛肉罐头1000斤、银元100枚、法币5000元。】

Having endured 168 hours, Zhao Heng had traveled overland from northern Jiangsu, traversing layers of blockades, and arrived at the outskirts of Nanjing.

[Ding dong! Congratulations, host, for surviving for 168 hours. You have received the skill "Fighting" and the attribute "Iron Body" through daily check-in, along with 1 ton of salt, 1000 jin of flour, and 5000 yuan in legal tender.]

[Entry: Steel Body: Host Zhao Heng's physical strength has increased, his resistance to blows has been greatly enhanced, and his wound healing speed has been significantly accelerated.]

[Skill-based Combat: Host Zhao Heng's close-quarters combat skills have undergone a qualitative leap, enabling him to quickly subdue enemies in a short period of time.]

A hint of relief flashed in Zhao Heng's eyes. He knew that these sign-in rewards would greatly enhance his ability to survive behind enemy lines.

In an instant, Zhao Heng slowly walked out of the grove on the outskirts of Jinling, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily. After confirming that there was no danger, he headed south, his destination being the bustling city of Guangzhou.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for successfully surviving for 168 hours. The check-in system space has been upgraded, and you are rewarded with 1,000 catties of canned pork, 1,000 catties of flour, and 500 catties of salt.]

[Ding! System space is upgrading...]

Upgrade successfully completed.

[System space has been completely upgraded – the volume has been updated to 10,000 square meters × 5,000 square meters × 3,000 square meters.]

In short, the overall volume of the system space has increased tenfold, and the amount of weapons, ammunition, and various medicines that can be stored will also increase significantly.

Zhao Heng's lips unconsciously curled up, his joy impossible to hide.

He had already entered Guangzhou and went straight to the train station, where he bought a train ticket to the mountain city.

That night, Zhao Heng boarded the train smoothly and, after a seven-day journey, arrived safely in the mountain city.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for surviving for 168 hours. Rewards include 200 AK47 assault rifles, 1 million rounds of 7.62mm rifle ammunition, 1 ton of gauze, 1 ton of sugar, and 10,000 yuan in legal tender.]

Zhao Heng flagged down a rickshaw and headed straight for the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters.

Upon arrival, he didn't stop for a moment and immediately headed towards Boss Dai's office area.

"Haha, our hero is finally back!"

Confidential secretary Mao Renfeng already knew that Zhao Heng had been promoted and given important responsibilities by the Chairman, and greeted him with great enthusiasm.

"Mr. Mao, thank you for your hard work." Zhao Heng said with a polite smile and a humble tone.

Mao Renfeng quickly waved his hand to correct him: "Zhao Heng, don't call me Mao Zuo. If Boss Dai hears that, it will be terrible. Just call me Lao Mao from now on."

"Alright, Lao Mao. I've returned from the brink of death this time, and I have important business to discuss with Boss Dai." Zhao Heng nodded, his gaze falling on Mao Renfeng's round, plump face.

A moment later, Zhao Heng met Dai Li, led by Mao Renfeng.

Dai Li sat upright behind his large desk, his sharp gaze scrutinizing him. After a few seconds, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Zhao Heng, you have completed this mission exceptionally well, and the Chairman has praised you highly."

His voice was deep and resonant, exuding an undeniable authority.

Zhao Heng immediately straightened his back and replied with a firm look in his eyes, "Thank you for your careful guidance, Boss Dai. I was just doing my duty."

Dai Li nodded slightly, clearly quite satisfied with his humility and loyalty: "This time, you not only successfully eliminated Takahashi Senbei and Kagesa Teisho, but also managed to escape unscathed. That's truly remarkable."

The Chairman has decided to personally award you the medal in recognition of your achievements.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Heng felt an indescribable surge of excitement. He knew that this was not only recognition of him, but also an affirmation of all the anti-Japanese forces behind him.

"Thank you for your guidance, Boss Dai. I will certainly live up to your expectations and continue to serve the Party and the country wholeheartedly."

Dai Li nodded in satisfaction, then stood up and walked to Zhao Heng, raising his hand to pat him on the shoulder:

"Good, I'm relieved to see your determination. The awarding ceremony is scheduled for three days from now, so prepare well."

Three days later, Zhao Heng's awarding ceremony was held as scheduled in the luxurious auditorium of the mountain city.

He was dressed in a crisp Nationalist Army uniform, with the gleaming Third Class Order of the Precious Tripod pinned to his chest. He stood tall and exuded a commanding presence.

Standing in the center of the auditorium, receiving applause and praise from all around.

The Chairman personally awarded him the medal and delivered a passionate speech.

The Chairman stood in front of the microphone with a big smile and said loudly: "Zhao Heng is the glory of the Military Intelligence Bureau and a hero of the Party and the country. He successfully assassinated Major General Yingzuo Zhenzhao of the Mei Agency."

Zhao Heng is now being promoted to colonel, awarded three thousand US dollars and ten small yellow croakers, and appointed acting director of the Military Intelligence Bureau as a commendation.

Zheng Yaoxian, sitting in the third row of the auditorium, witnessed all of this firsthand. His face showed sincere admiration, and he was the first to raise his hand and applaud.

It is worth noting that Gu Ying's trip to Shanghai and his successful killing of a Japanese major general greatly boosted the morale of the nation in the fight against Japan.

Even more remarkably, he was promoted to acting director of the Military Intelligence Bureau, a position he was given through exceptional promotion.

Gu Ying is only twenty-three years old, still young, and his future is limitless.

In an instant, thunderous applause resounded throughout the auditorium, deafeningly loud.

Zhao Heng nodded slightly in acknowledgment, his gaze steady and resolute, and gave the Chairman a standard military salute, his voice loud and firm:

"Thank you for your guidance, Chairman. I will do my utmost to serve the Party and the country, even at the cost of my life!"

The chairman nodded in satisfaction, then turned and walked back to the podium.

After the medal-awarding ceremony, Zhao Heng was surrounded by a group of military officers and reporters, who all came forward to congratulate him.

Reporters held up their cameras, flashing continuously, all eager to extract thrilling details of the mission from him.

"I'm sorry, this matter involves military secrets, and I cannot disclose it."

Zhao Heng responded with a smile, answering everyone's questions concisely without revealing any specific details of the mission.

Zheng Yaoxian struggled to squeeze next to Zhao Heng, patted him on the shoulder, and laughed:

"Zhao Heng, you've really brought honor to our Military Intelligence Bureau! To achieve such a great feat at such a young age, your future is absolutely bright!"