Qian Xiaobao walked on the way to Baimei Primary School with Zhaodi on his back.

Zhaodi had already wet Qian Xiaobao's back.

"Dad, can I not go to school? I'll be at home to take care of you and wash your clothes." Zhao Di said while crying. In the past, she used to eat and play whatever she wanted, just talk to Qian Xiaobao and act coquettishly, and Qian Xiaobao agreed immediately. But this time no matter how hard Zhao Di cried, Qian Xiaobao pretended that he didn't hear it and wanted to send her to school.

"If you don't go to school, don't call me dad!" Qian Xiaobao said sternly and then Zhaodi would never dare to speak again.

Baimei Primary School was originally a school for children of the Russians when building the railway. After the Japanese occupied Harbin, they changed their name to Baimei Primary School. This is one of the best schools in Harbin.

At the school gate, children carrying schoolbags kept bowing to the teacher standing at the school gate and walked into the school. This year, children who are Xinruxue are waiting at the door to enter the school.

Among the ten children who are preparing to go to school, only one or two are girls. In general, children of seven or eight years old can help their families with their work. The girls get married until they are 14 or 15 or 17. What should I do if the married girls splashed water and spend money to send them to school?

Qian Xiaobao squatted down and put Zhaodi on the ground. Zhaodi was carrying his schoolbag but he didn't want to walk forward. Qian Xiaobao pulled her hand and dragged it to the gate.

Qian Xiaobao had completed all kinds of procedures a few days ago. Today, he could just call the name and go in directly.

"Don't play outside after school. Remember to go home by yourself. Just pick it up and take a turn and get home. If someone dares to bully you, tell him that your father has a gun and kill him with one shot!" Qian Xiaobao instructed.

Zhaodi looked at the big iron gate in fear and didn't hear what Qian Xiaobao was saying.

Qian Xiaobao pulled Zhaodi to the young woman in a blue cloth suit responsible for registration.

The woman bowed to Qian Xiaobao first and asked, "What is the child's name?"

Her stiff tone is probably a Japanese teacher.

"Brother Qian Zhao!" Qian Xiaobao replied.

The woman quickly found Zhaodi's name on the paper, and then made a move to release it.

Qian Xiaobao pushed Zhaodi to the gate and watched her walk in timidly. After all the more than 20 children walked into the gate, the woman also turned around and walked into the school and took the children into the building.

When Zhaodi walked to the entrance of the building, he looked back at Qian Xiaobao.

Qian Xiaobao looked at the building in front of him in a complicated mood. When he was as big as Zhaodi, there was no building in Hailin Street. He just held a broken bowl outside the private school and heard his husband talk about learning.

Today he finally fulfilled the wish he made before his elder brother Zhang Yingjun's death, and raised his brother to go to school, although Zhang Yingjun died at his hands.

Because there is a surveillance station, the Kanto Army's intelligence department is the most knowledgeable unit in the entire Kanto Army. If you only look at the battle situation sent by the base camp, the Japanese Navy may have sunk more than fifty American aircraft carriers in the Pacific Ocean, and it should have occupied the United States now.

Qian Xiaobao sat in the monitoring station, smoking a cigarette, while watching more than twenty monitors wearing headphones listening to record dozens of radio stations in more than a dozen countries around the world.

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By listening to the radios of these countries, you can at least know what the situation in the entire world is like now. Further research can also find valuable information from it.

Schultz and Hannah were also listening to the radio at this time. Schultz used a pencil to gently mark the locations of Kursk Orel and Belgorod on an old map.

Just now, when listening to the radio, the announcers of the Northern Powers claimed that the army of the Northern Powers had achieved great victory in these places.

"I have been to these places back then, and I have been through these places and entered the vicinity of Warsaw with the troops." Schultz said softly to Hannah.

Hannah roughly knew that history, and the final stage of that offense was unbearable to look back on.

"You probably had many comrades falling down in that battle, right?" Hannah said.

"Yes, although we have reported the news that the enemy reinforcements have arrived near Warsaw to our superiors, we still failed in the end." Schultz said regretfully.

Hannah looked at her husband's face from the side. She was a teenager younger than Schultz, and Schultz's experience was beyond her reach.

From participating in the brutal world war to joining the Red Army and engaging in desperate battles with the White Bandits Army, being sent to Northeast China, to now, intelligence work has been underway for twenty years.

It is a miracle that Schultz can still live.

"Since you have won, why do you seem unhappy?" Hannah asked.

"War is becoming more and more beneficial to us, and the importance of our intelligence team will become less and less. In the future, the telegrams sent to us by superiors will become less and less, and the tasks that need to be performed will be reduced." Schultz replied.

"Isn't this good? In this way, we can wait quietly for the day of victory. How many years have we passed by the days of fear? How much important information has we sent out over the years. The Japanese radio direction finding cars have been searching for us." Hannah said.

"But our superiors still need us very much. The main task now is to fully collect the deployment of the Kwantung Army in Manchuria." Schultz said.

"Didn't your intelligence officer send a lot of information about this? It's enough for us to send a telegram every other month," Hannah said.

The possibility of the Kwantung Army attacking the northern powers is getting smaller and smaller. According to the intelligence analysis sent by Schultz intelligence officers, the Japanese side has sent more troops from the Kwantung Army, but fewer ones have been transferred in. The Kwantung Army's troops should be gradually decreasing, and the number of cannon aircraft and tanks has been reduced more.

On September 9, Qian Xiaobao rushed to the Kwantung Army Intelligence Department again. This was the second time he had done this after he was in charge of the monitoring station. The last time he said that because of the Italian fat pig's resignation, this time it was because of Italy. The monitor just heard on the radio that the Italian government had announced a ceasefire and surrendered to the Allies.

The head of the Tuju Akifu, who rushed to the office, looked at the monitoring record with a gloomy face. The result was not unexpected at all. It was predicted more than a month ago when Mosolini stepped down.

But the entire war situation is as colder as the weather in September now.

Akio Tori looked up at Qian Xiaobao who was standing straight in front of him and said, "You're doing well, go back immediately. Pay close attention to the radio from Italy, and pay attention to the German response."
Chapter completed!