October 3, 1937.

Late autumn.

Light winter.

It was raining lightly in the sky.

Nanjing.

Xiaguan Railway Station.

The platform was very large and simple. Several ticket inspectors in straw raincoats were sitting curled up and leaning against the corner of the wall, each carrying a lantern that had just been lit.

More than a dozen inspectors wearing steel helmets, submachine guns, and on their arms were walking around the train station under the leadership of a major. Except for the occasional coughing, no one spoke to thousands of soldiers on the huge platform.

As soon as the sun sets, the sky suddenly darkens.

The rain on the rails suddenly trembled. With a few strange roars, an extremely long truck slowly entered the station from west to east. White mist steam spewed out from the front and bottom of the car, and stopped with the "puke" sound.

A lieutenant colonel battalion commander held a loudspeaker: "The 947th Regiment and the 953rd Regiment of the 159th Division first board the train. Each regiment, battalion, and company, starts from one platoon and one squad in order. Everyone is not allowed to make noise. Each person takes two steamed buns and a salted radish from the door. Enter the carriage and sit down, so that they don't make noise!"

The footsteps were rustling on the platform. Each regiment's battalion, company, row and squad of soldiers first got on the car in order. Each person passed the car door and consciously took two steamed buns and a dried radish from the big basket.

The soldiers were wearing brand new military uniforms, with smiles and hope on their faces.

When departing from Xinxiang, the military headquarters said at the mobilization meeting that the Japanese army in Shanghai had been completely suppressed by Chinese troops. The 159th Division and the 160th Division of the 66th Army were ordered to enter Shanghai and eliminate the remaining enemies in Baoshan, Luodian and other places.

As soon as the soldiers sat in the carriage, they held the Zhongzheng rifle or Hanyang and started to chew steamed buns, hoping to enter the prosperous Shanghai and go to both sides of the Huangpu River to see the dazzling cheongsams...

Most of them didn't know that the Shanghai defense line was already shaking at this moment. After entering Shanghai, their mission was to station Baoshan and Luodian, and they would face the 3rd Division of the Ace Force that the Japanese army had just landed in Hangzhou Bay not long ago.

While the soldiers boarded the car, they built a machine gun machine gun air defense position on the roof of the truck every two sessions.

Just as the soldiers of the two regiments got on the train and the train started "bang bang" and white steam came out, a young major officer in an air uniform rushed into the station in a rain, took out his officer's certificate, wandered in front of a second lieutenant officer on duty at the station, and trotted on the train with his luggage. More than ten seconds later, the locomotive roared, dragging his heavy body, and slowly drove to the east.

The darkness is coming completely, and the night is getting colder.

Looking at the young soldiers holding the old Hanyang Zao and sitting cross-legged on the straw in the carriage, gnawing cold and hard steamed buns, the Air Force Major felt a sense of sadness and sadness.

The young Air Force Major was Zhou Zhihan.

The young and tender faces of these soldiers were filled with laughter. They had no idea that in Shanghai, they would be greeted with endless darkness.

The twilight surged westward along both sides of the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway like mud flowing, stretching to the end of darkness.

In the east where the carriage was invisible, cold flashes burst out from time to time, intermittently illuminating the gloomy clouds, faintly mixed with rumblings. There was Shanghai, which was suffering from the ravages of Japanese naval guns and fighter jets. The most elite troops of the National Revolutionary Army were making their final struggle.

At the end of September, the total remaining fighter jets of the Chinese Air Force were no more than 70. Due to the lack of spare parts, many fighter jets could only dismantle the east wall and repair the west wall. The air supremacy of the entire Shanghai was completely firmly controlled by the Japanese army.

Without the protection of the air force in the sky, the Chinese army suffered heavy casualties under the attack of the Japanese aviation force. Coupled with the firepower of the Japanese fleet, the Chinese army was almost defeated and could only struggle to support and wait for a miracle to happen.

That night, Zhou Zhihan left the hotel and returned home while the night was dark. He squatted in the dark for half an hour. He confirmed that there was no danger before he climbed over the wall and entered his home. Because he suddenly remembered that he had washed a photo of himself on the [Izumo] and gave it to Mao Bangchu. A few days later, he washed a copy of himself for research. Later, he had no time to live at home for military affairs, so he put the photo and the negatives in a box and hid it on the beams of the bedroom.

After reasoning and thinking, Zhou Zhihan concluded that Mao Bangchu would not betray him, and doing so would be like shooting Mao Bangchu in the foot.

If Zhou Zhihan is judged to be a treason for his enemies, Mao Bangchu will be the first to be the one who can't escape it.

In early August, the Zhou family moved south together, leaving only an empty house.

Zhou Zhihan came outside his room in the dark and suddenly felt a bad premonition.

The lock of the door was pried open, and it was obvious that someone had come in. It should be that after the Zhou family left, a thief sneaked in to see if there was any precious item left by the Zhou family.

The small wooden box hidden on the beam disappeared.

The thief must have obtained the small wooden box and saw the photos and negatives, so he took them to report them in exchange for a bounty.

Things are clear.

Zhou Zhihan knew that only Mao Bangchu could help him clear his suspicion at this time.

After inquiring secretly, Zhou Zhihan learned that Mao Bangchu was flying to Nanjing on the morning of August 23, and went to Western countries with the delegation that afternoon, hoping to buy a batch of fighter jets to solve the urgent need for domestic fighter jet shortages, and it would take at least half a month to return to China.

Zhou Zhihan had no place to go, so he went to Chengdu. He wanted to know if this incident had any impact on his family.

The information was very blocked at this time, and the police force was tight during the war, so Zhou Zhihan still took a boat to Chengdu as a major in the Air Force. He was smooth sailing along the way. The station and dock where he arrived was unobstructed and there was no doubt, so he checked it.

Another important reason is that Vice Captain Zhao and six others, who were slightly injured in the air strike, returned to the MIIT 2 to arrest the department the next day and reported their work, saying that Zhou Zhihan was killed by Japanese air strikes while being taken back and could not find the body.

Therefore, the matter of Zhou Zhihan co-organizing the enemy and selling the country was temporarily put on hold.

During the war, the MIIS Second Department was busy with important matters and had no time to go to the Sichuan Army to investigate whether Zhou Zhihan was killed by the Japanese air strike.

In fact, when the Sichuan Army arrived in Shanghai two days later, it immediately entered the battlefield. It fought very bravely and tenaciously, but it also suffered heavy losses. The troops lost a large number of personnel and casualties, and it was impossible to investigate the specific list of casualties in a short period of time.

Zhou Zhihan arrived in Chengdu and saw that his family was safe in the dark. So he felt relieved and returned to Nanjing, hoping to see Mao Bangchu. After inquiring, he found out that Mao Bangchu did not ask for military support in the West, so he went directly to the Soviet Union for help, and there was no exact time to return home.

During this period, he witnessed his comrades flying into the sky of Nanjing several times and engaged in a desperate air battle with the Japanese fighter jets.

Many people flew into the sky and never came back. Zhou Zhihan could only look at the sky and stamped his feet.

I can't stay in Nanjing and continue to wait for Mao Bangchu.
Chapter completed!