Text 005 The British Spy?? At this time when Chiang needed to make a lot of effort to get foreign aid, foreigners, especially foreign journalists who could publish photos and articles in the foreign telegraph, were treated like gods.

  How can Old Wang be allowed to work there! Deng Ying rushed over and wanted to take off Old Wang's sandbag. She said, "Great reporter, put it down quickly, don't tire yourself."

  Old Wang stretched out his arm and wouldn't let him move his own sandbag.

  Deng Lianchang was taken aback. Old Wang stubbornly carried the sandbags around Deng Ying. Now everyone is setting up a perimeter defense line around the four-row warehouse, relying on the high ground of the warehouse. A machine gun bunker was built in the middle of the road. Inside, a heavy machine gun was placed. The sandbags that Old Wang had been carrying were just right for covering this machine gun bunker.

  Old Wang had just put down his sandbag. His shoulder was tapped by someone. Old Wang turned around to find a stranger's face. The person said, "You're that war correspondent, right? Anyway, wearing this outfit isn't giving directions to the enemy, is it? Come with me and change into military uniform."

  After finishing speaking, he turned around and went into the warehouse. Deng Ying came over to explain to Lao Wang: "This is the company commander of the machine gun company. His name is Lei Xiong. Don't look at his name being called Xiong (bear), but his machine gun shooting is both fierce and accurate. His nickname is Lei Laohu (Lei the Tiger)."

  Old Wang listened and pouted his mouth, but didn't take it seriously.

  Before long, Old Wang changed into a standard uniform. He was also issued an old rifle, but no bullets were given to him.

  Old Wang put on his clothes and returned to the crowd to work. It's really different from this crossing body. Old Wang thought that if he could bring this body back, then he could go to a moving company for an interview.

  The position has basically taken shape. A group of people gathered together eating American canned food and chatting about big mountains.

  Lao Wang and the group of soldiers gathered around, outsiders couldn't tell that Lao Wang was a journalist. Hei Da Ge asked: "Big reporter, I thought you were just a scribbler? Didn't expect you to be so handy at work?"

  Old Wang laughed and said, "My grandfather was also from a poor background. He couldn't make a living in our hometown, so he had no choice but to sneak onto a ship to England. When Chinese people first arrived in England, they also had to do hard labor for others. My grandfather did hard work and exhausting work. By the time I was born, my grandfather had us helping out at his grocery store."

  Alas, Grandfather thought of coming back to take a look in his later years. It's said that "a fallen leaf returns to its roots."

  A little warrior next to him said: "Great reporter, your Chinese is very authentic. If I didn't know better, I'd think you're a Chinese person."

  Old Wang stood up and said: "I was also a Chinese, not a foreigner. My grandfather taught me a song when I was young, let me sing it for everyone here."

  Old Wang thought to himself while singing that this song must not be spread out! Zhang Mingmin will sue me for infringement.

  Rivers and mountains exist only in my dreams?

  The motherland has been restless for many years.

  But no matter what, it can't be changed?

  My Chinese Heart

  Western-style clothes on the body

  My heart is still Chinese at heart

  My ancestors have already taken everything from me

  Stamped with Chinese seal?

  Yangtze River Great Wall

  Mount Huang and Yellow River

  What weighs heavily on my heart?

  Anywhere anytime?

  Is your heart clear?

  The blood flowing in one's heart

  Resounding with the voice of China

  Even if you were born in a foreign land, it can't be changed?

  "My Chinese Heart"

  The music ended and a round of applause erupted. Old Wang hurriedly bowed his head to thank everyone. Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted loudly: "Good!"

  Old Wang looked in the direction of the sound and a young military officer in his thirties stood out from the crowd.

  Split hair, half-browed eyebrows, triangular eyes, wide mouth. Looks like a traitor at first glance. Actually a hero. Such strong contrast is rare in Old Wang's impression.

  The top official has arrived.

  The newcomer was Xie Jin-yuan. Commander Xie was inspecting the troops when he heard this magnificent tune and couldn't help but come out to applaud.

  "Hello, Commander! I'm Xie Jin Yuan, a renowned journalist. I've heard you're here and have been busy non-stop. Never thought I'd run into you on the battlefield. What's the fastest search network?"

  Old Wang smiled and replied: "I've long heard of Captain Xie's great name. Today I see that he is indeed a heroic figure."

  The two chatted for a few more sentences, and Xie Jinyuan invited Old Wang to take a look at his command post. Old Wang thought it was another photo shoot and followed Xie Jinyuan to the command room with his camera.

  As soon as Xie Jin Yuan entered the command room, he dismissed everyone and said, "Just now I was intentionally looking for you."

  Old Wang took one look at this situation and knew something was up.

  Years of experience in his past life told Old Wang that he should pretend to be deep at this time. He picked up the water on the table that Xie Jin Yuan had just poured and started drinking it.

  Xie Jin Yuan said straightforwardly: "This time I want to ask you to give me a hand."

  Old Wang asked in confusion: "What is 'high-handed'?"

  Xie Jin-yuan leaned back in his chair and said, "Our army encountered a problem when setting up the battlefield. There are several civilian houses in front of the warehouse, blocking our line of fire. According to the latest information, the Japanese army will launch an attack tomorrow morning. Demolishing them may not be possible in time. My idea is to bury gasoline and explosives inside the houses. When the Japanese use these houses as cover for their attack, we'll ignite them."

  Old Wang nodded and asked: "Then what do you need me to do?"

  Xie Jin-yuan pointed at Old Wang's camera and said: "All of this was done by the Japanese."

  Old Wang smiled and said: "Alright, I'll take a few photos of the houses on fire and send them back to headquarters. The ones standing next to it will definitely be Japanese people with their teeth bared."

  "Chief, we're being a bit underhanded in doing things this way," said Commander Xie with a bow of his head to Old Wang.

  Old Wang laughed and said: "Are there fewer things that the devils have done than this?! We call this a benevolent lie."

  The two of them burst out laughing after finishing speaking.

  Old Wang blocked the way of Commander Xie who was about to leave and said, "Commander Xie, I'd like to ask you what do you think is the prospect of your troops guarding the Fourth Warehouse?"

  Commander Xie smiled bitterly and said: "In an army of tens of thousands, a desperate beast will still fight. I don't need to tell you the consequences! However, we will do our best to eliminate the devils."

  Old Wang smiled and said: "Commander Xie probably didn't think that you have a very powerful helper."

  Jie Zhenyuan was taken aback

  "Stop messing around, who's helping? We've all retreated from downtown Shanghai."

  Old Wang also said with a smile: "It's British people."

  Xie Jin Yuan asked inexplicably: "The British! They won't go to war."

  Lao Wang looked at Xie Jin Yuan and said: "When your Master Sun ordered you to guard the Four Lines Warehouse, didn't he tell you in detail how to guard it?"

  Xie Jin-yuan said: "At that time, General Sun was in a hurry to attend the next combat meeting. Before leaving, he instructed me to focus on dealing with Japanese infantry. Looking back at General Sun's expression at the time, it seemed like he was optimistic about this defense battle. But the Japanese had planes and warships in Shanghai! Not to mention anything else, the concrete of this warehouse could withstand ordinary artillery fire. If the Japanese used heavy artillery, this wall would be no different from paper. Moreover, the Japanese also had aircraft. A single aerial bomb would be enough to destroy our position."

  Lao Wang's mind was enlightened, and Xie Jinyuan still didn't quite dare to believe himself. If it were him, he would also be like this - suddenly a Chinese person appears out of thin air claiming to be a foreign journalist, what if he's actually a Japanese spy?

  So Captain Xie is now pretending to be deaf and dumb. But some things must be broken through. Otherwise, this Captain Xie will always treat himself as an outsider.

  Old Wang laughed and said, "The Japanese didn't dare use heavy artillery or aircraft because behind them was the concession. Shells and bombs don't have eyes. What if one shell fell into the British concession? The Japanese would be in a difficult position to explain."

  Besides, from my understanding of the British people, they should not tolerate two countries going to war in such close proximity to them. So in the end, they will definitely come out to mediate. At that time, your troops can safely retreat.

  Moreover, I heard that the 88th Division has allocated all the old capital they can take out to your department. Now you are indeed strong and powerful! However, brother, you lack one important thing. That is, you don't have a complete set of supplies. Although there are many materials stored in your warehouse, it's just idle wealth.”

  Old Wang poured out his heart like spilling beans from a bamboo tube.

  Xie Jin Yuan's face didn't show any expression. I guess now Old Wang is equivalent to a British spy in his mind.

  Old Wang thought to himself, no matter how you look at me, as long as you don't think I'm a Japanese spy, that's all. I'll save you after you enter the concession. So you won't be killed again in four years.

  Xie Jin-yuan thought for a moment, then walked out. He reached the door and threw a sentence at Old Wang: "When I've exhausted all avenues, I'll naturally come back to find you."

  Old Wang left the command post and went to the front line to stay with the soldiers. Some were wiping their guns, while others were sharpening their bayonets. Old Wang took out his camera and fiddled with it, muttering to himself: "Don't make a fool of me later."

  Old Wang fell asleep on the battlefield, embracing his strong and vigorous body. Suddenly, he heard a loud humming noise in his ear. The people around him all got up.

  "Hei Da Ge pushed Lao Wang and said: 'Don't sleep, the devils are coming.'"

  Old Wang rubbed his eyes. Just as he was about to stick his head out of the trench to take a look at what the devils looked like, Hei Da Ge pressed his own head back down.

  "Now you do everything I say. The devils are still gathering in the distance, you can stick your head out to take a look. When the devils really attack, put on your helmet, hug your camera and squat obediently inside the fortifications."

  Old Wang shook his head and pushed away Hei Da Ge's hand, retorting: "You think I'm a softie, you were born to kill devils! I came here to learn, didn't I?"

  "Hei Da Ge stretched out his thumb and said: 'Study well. Later you will know that the battlefield is quite different from what you scholars think.'"

  Old Wang stretched out his head and saw that some people in yellow clothes were forming a scattered array line and moving forward.

  "Hei Da Ge cursed: 'The little devils are really arrogant, no artillery preparation, no troop gathering. They just charged forward directly.'"

  Deng Ying jumped out from beside the phone and said: "We've discovered the devils on this side. I reckon they haven't found us yet. The battalion commander has ordered us to take cover well. He's moved all the movable machine guns and mortars in our direction. When the machine gun on the sixth floor fires, no one should be pretending to be a hero with me behind the fortifications. Big reporter, you don't need to hold a gun anymore, holding a gun is just like holding a fire poker for you. Hold your camera well and take two shots of us killing the enemy when the time comes!"

  The old saying goes, "A scholar is useless on the battlefield." Indeed, a bookworm like me would be ridiculed by several big soldiers.

  Old Wang couldn't help but think that with his camera's highest zoom, he could clearly see the little devil's face from behind the array.

  At this time, Deng Ying jumped out and ordered: "The devils only have a small team. The regimental commander wants to annihilate them. The first platoon leader leads your men to encircle from the left. The second platoon leader is on the right side. Lao Hei leads your men to guard the position. Let one devil in, and all the comrades of the company will despise you with three middle fingers.

  "Hei Da Ge laughed and scolded: 'Deng Lian Chang, don't take out that third middle finger of yours, it's too embarrassing. It's so short and black, just keep it at home to salute your wife with it.'"

  "Haha." Everyone quickly executed their own fighting moves amidst a burst of laughter.