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

Zhao Heng's gaze was firm as he continued, "These comrades who are lurking within the enemy's ranks are like lighthouses in the darkness, all fighting hard for the beliefs in their hearts."

They had long seen through the corrupt nature of the Kuomintang and understood that Chiang Kai-shek's four major families were destined for destruction.

Those who oppose the people will ultimately come to a bad end.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Heng took out a matchbox, lit a match, and burned all the documents in his hand. Finally, he poured the ashes into the ashtray.

"Comrade Zheng Yaoxian, you must remember that you are not alone, you are not fighting alone."

Zhao Heng stared at Zheng Yaoxian and said solemnly, "Now I need a telegraph machine to send telegrams to the sacred land of northern Shaanxi."

Zheng Yaoxian nodded silently, a warm feeling welling up in his heart.

After hearing Zhao Heng's words, his confidence was rekindled.

Over the years, he has carefully navigated the enemy's lair every day, enduring the psychological torment of his comrades being murdered one after another, and carrying many unspeakable injustices on his shoulders.

His own people hated him to the core, and the guerrillas also regarded him as a thorn in their side.

Zhao Heng's words were like a shot in the arm, making him realize that he was not alone and helpless.

"Comrade Zhao Heng, thank you. I'll try to resolve the issue of the transmitter." Zheng Yaoxian opened his arms and hugged Zhao Heng tightly.

The two seemed to feel the resonance of each other's heartbeats; their unwavering belief and mutual trust dispelled the gloom in their hearts.

Just then, there was a rapid knocking on the door downstairs, and a familiar voice called out, "Sixth Brother! Sixth Brother! It's me, Zhao Jianzhi!"

Zheng Yaoxian and Zhao Heng exchanged a quick glance, a hint of wariness flashing in their eyes.

Zheng Yaoxian gently patted Zhao Heng on the shoulder, signaling him to hide first, while he straightened his clothes and slowly walked down the stairs.

After a moment of contemplation, Zhao Heng decided to hide in a secret compartment in the study.

He held his breath and remained silent the entire time, not daring to make the slightest move, for fear of revealing his whereabouts.

The door slowly opened, and Zhao Jianzhi stood anxiously in the doorway, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

"Sixth Brother, we've finally found you! The brothers were worried sick when they heard you had survived such a near-death experience." He breathed heavily, his voice urgent.

Zheng Yaoxian frowned slightly, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and replied calmly, "Jianzhi, I was lucky enough to escape death."

"I've found out that it was a brother named Zhao Heng who risked his life to save you," Zhao Jianzhi continued.

"Sixth Brother, could you please let me see Brother Zhao Heng?" He asked solemnly, his tone full of earnest pleading.

Zheng Yaoxian replied calmly, "Tomorrow, after we start work, I will personally introduce him to you."

Zhao Jianzhi nodded, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, but ultimately he didn't ask any further questions.

"Alright, Sixth Brother, take good care of yourself. I've already assigned a squad of brothers to patrol and guard outside your house to ensure your safety." With that, Zhao Jianzhi prepared to leave.

Zheng Yaoxian nodded slightly and watched him leave, without explicitly rejecting the protection.

Then, he turned and returned to his study, slowly closing the hidden door. He whispered to Zhao Heng in the secret compartment, "Comrade Zhao Heng, you may rest here tonight. In the future, you may appear to others as my adjutant."

Zhao Heng smiled calmly and nodded in agreement.

The next morning, Zhao Heng finished washing up, changed into his Kuomintang major uniform, and went out with Zheng Yaoxian.

The guards at the gate saw the two approaching and immediately saluted respectfully. The two exchanged a knowing smile.

Upon arriving at the Military Intelligence Bureau's office, Zheng Yaoxian began introducing his subordinates to Zhao Heng.

"This is Zhao Jianzhi, my good brother who is like a brother to me."

"This is Song Xiaoan, also one of my trusted brothers."

Then, he turned to the two men and introduced Zhao Heng: "Jianzhi, Xiao'an, this is Zhao Heng, who risked his life to save me in Beiping."

Zhao Jianzhi and Song Xiaoan exchanged a glance, their faces showing admiration.

Zhao Heng smiled modestly and raised his hand to salute the two of them.

"Haha, Brother Zhao Heng! You saved Sixth Brother, from now on we're family!" Zhao Jianzhi patted Zhao Heng's shoulder warmly, his eyes full of gratitude.

Song Xiaoan stepped forward, grasped Zhao Heng's hand tightly, and said firmly, "Brother Zhao Heng, from now on, we'll share both good times and bad!"

"Good! Brother Jianzhi and Brother Xiao'an, let's share the good times and the bad!" Zhao Heng smiled, but remained highly vigilant—both were members of the Kuomintang Military Intelligence Bureau and were his true enemies.

He must remain constantly on edge, without the slightest relaxation.

……

That afternoon, Zheng Yaoxian instructed Song Xiaoan: "Xiaoan, borrow a radio from the General Affairs Department of the Military Intelligence Bureau."

Song Xiaoan had no doubts and borrowed the radio in just half an hour.

"Alright, Xiao'an, you can go out now. I'll return the radio in a couple of days," Zheng Yaoxian said.

He paused, a look of guilt on his face, and offered a plausible excuse: "My fourth brother sacrificed himself in Beiping to cover for me. I want to inquire about the condition of his remains through the radio station in Beiping. If I have the opportunity, I would like to go to Beiping again to give my fourth brother a proper burial and bring his ashes back to Chongqing."

Song Xiaoan nodded, a hint of reverence flashing in his eyes: "We will never forget Fourth Brother's sacrifice." With that, he turned and left, gently closing the door behind him.

That evening, Zheng Yaoxian took the radio back to his small villa.

Zhao Heng was already waiting in the study. Upon seeing Zheng Yaoxian return, he immediately stepped forward and took the radio. The two worked together seamlessly and quickly began adjusting the radio frequency.

Outside the window, the night was deep and the cold wind howled, but inside the house, the lights were on and everything was proceeding in a tense but orderly manner.

Zheng Yaoxian took a pistol from the drawer, turned to Zhao Heng and said, "Comrade Zhao Heng, I'll stand guard outside. If there's an emergency, I'll immediately remind you to shut down the radio. The transmission time should ideally be kept within five minutes."

"Understood, this will prevent our whereabouts from being exposed," Zhao Heng replied.

He then quickly sat down, turned on the radio, extended the receiving antenna, and began rapidly tapping the buttons.

Radio waves traveled through the silent night sky, each tick tugging at the hearts of the two.

The radio waves pierced through the thick night, carrying the weight and urgency of the coded message. Zhao Heng concentrated intently on sending each set of codes, fine beads of sweat gradually appearing on his forehead.

……

Upon receiving the telegram in the sacred land of northern Shaanxi, the Special Branch's telegraph operator immediately took out his codebook and began deciphering it.

"Sir, it's a telegram from Comrade Guying!" the telegraph operator hurriedly reported to Minister Ke Gong.

The Minister of Labour, dressed in a gray military uniform and wearing glasses, took the telegram with a furrowed brow and quickly scanned it.

The telegram reads as follows: [Commander, I have been betrayed… I have now arrived in Shancheng with Comrade Zheng Yaoxian, 'Kite.' Dai Yunong has become suspicious of my identity and may send someone to verify it. I earnestly request the organization to dispatch a reliable liaison officer with a radio to Shancheng to meet with me. —Lonely Shadow]