In the smoke-filled Songhu battlefield in 1937, street gangsters carried out the seriously injured Central Command officer Zhao Yuanchu in silence among the ruins, and unexpectedly stepped into the turbulent world of intelligence. From the streets of Zhabei to the core of power, he was like a poisonous dark blade, quietly piercing the hearts of all parties - the Central Command, the Military Command, the Fuxing Society, the Meiji Agency, No. 76... He was the sharpest "Night Owl" in Dai Li's hands, the "Shadow of the Empire" trusted by the top Japanese and puppet leaders, and the "Nighthawk" buried deep in Yan'an.
Walking on the edge of right and wrong, he deals with suspicious bosses, ruthless colleagues, and cunning enemy chiefs. Rains of bullets, overt and covert arrows, and conspiracies are everywhere. Every mission is a chess game of life and death, and every identity is a fatal yoke. He once passed cigarettes with a smile in execution room No. 76, And also passed secret messages coldly at the Japanese military staff. He bore the infamy, endured loneliness, and guarded the glimmer of light in the deepest darkness.
Until the red flag rolls up and the dark night is about to light up. When the cherry blossoms in Tokyo have fallen, he can finally take off his disguise and salute the dawn.
This is a war song dedicated to the unknown heroes, a spy war epic spanning 3.5 Million words. I would like to use this book to pay tribute to the martyrs who worked anonymously and dedicated their lives for national liberation!
