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102 上 Shanghai's Latent Code-Name Screw Only Delivers a Fatal Blow Lonely ResurgenceUrban368k Wordscompleted 2.1kReads6.3Score177Shelves

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December 28, 1945, five o'clock in the morning. The Yixian Railway Station was shrouded in thick morning fog. Ye Tian stood in front of the dispatch room window, the smoke rings on his fingertips having burned to the end. The sound of artillery fire in the distance is getting closer and closer, hitting everyone's heart like muffled thunder. "The 89th Division of the Kuomintang has broken through the Qilihezi defense line." Zhang Laoliu opened the door and came in with a hoarse voice, "The 29th Regiment is fighting in the streets of the city, but the right-wing position has been lost." Ye Tian put out his cigarette butts and glanced at the supplies that were being loaded urgently on the platform. It was the last train heading north, carrying money printing presses and important documents. Liang Jincheng was directing his workers to reinforce the carriage next to the locomotive. The old mechanic's face was covered with soot and sweat. "Lao Liang, how long will it take?" Ye Tian opened the window and shouted. "Half an hour! Half an hour at most!" Liang Jincheng turned around and replied, his voice intermittent under the gunfire. At this time, a rush of footsteps came from the other end of the platform. Captain Zhao walked over quickly with a few soldiers. His military uniform was covered in dust, and his left arm was simply bandaged with blood oozing from it. "Old Ye, we must start immediately!" Captain Zhao's voice was unmistakable. "The Kuomintang's attacks from three directions are too fierce. The 29th Regiment cannot hold on for long." Suddenly, a loud noise made the glass of the dispatch room buzz. Thick smoke rose from the south of the city, which was a signal that the city wall had been breached. "Mr. Ye! Let me go with the troops!" Zhang Laoliu suddenly grabbed Ye Tian's arm, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, "I want to avenge my dead brothers with my own hands!" Ye Tian looked at the young man who had been with him for three years and slowly shook his head: "No." "Why? The station will be lost soon!" "It is because it is about to be lost that you must stay." Ye Tian's voice was unusually calm, "Do you remember 'Jingzhe'? We need someone to wait for the signal here." Zhang Laoliu's fists were clenched until they turned white, but he finally lowered his head: "I obey the organization's decision." Liang Jincheng shouted loudly next to the locomotive: "Let's start! Let's start quickly!" The last moment has arrived. The soldiers quickly boarded the train, and Captain Zhao held Ye Tian's hand tightly: "Take care. Wait until we fight back." "Take care." The train started slowly and the whistle blew. Ye Tian saw Liang Jincheng standing at the car door and waved vigorously to him. This veteran worker who had worked at Yixian Station for twenty years finally embarked on his journey north. Zhang Laoliu suddenly rushed towards the train, but was caught by Ye Tian. "Let me go!" Zhang Laoliu roared, tears finally bursting out of his eyes. "Our battlefield is here." Ye Tian firmly grabbed his arm, "Always remember, the struggle in the dark is equally important." At this moment, a shell exploded outside the platform, and the air wave shattered the remaining glass in the control room. The train sped off and disappeared into the morning fog and smoke. Half an hour later, Kuomintang soldiers stormed into Yixian Station. Ye Tian arranged his uniform and walked out of the dispatch room calmly. A Kuomintang officer was loudly instructing the soldiers to count supplies on the platform. When he saw him coming out, he looked up and down. "Are you the person in charge here?" "Yexian Station Dispatching Director, Ye Tian." The officer sneered: "How many materials were transported by the Eighth Route?" "Normal dispatching according to railway regulations." Ye Tian answered in a neither humble nor overbearing tone. Zhang Laoliu walked silently behind Ye Tian, ​​still holding the signal flag in his hand. The young railway worker had wiped away his tears and his eyes were firm again. On the platform, the blue sky and white sun flag slowly rose. But Ye Tian knew that under this flag, another silent war had just begun. He touched his pocket, and inside was a small bag of millet that Captain Zhao had given him before leaving. The Waking of Insects has not yet arrived, but the seeds have been deeply buried. In this war-torn land, hope is growing quietly in the darkness. The sound of artillery in the distance gradually stopped, and Yixian County fell. But in Ye Tian's heart, the real battle is just about to begin.

103 民 Small Inspector of the Republic of China Three Seven Seven Two SevenUrban153k Wordscompleted 355Reads—Score—Shelves

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December 28, 1945, five o'clock in the morning. The Yixian Railway Station was shrouded in thick morning fog. Ye Tian stood in front of the dispatch room window, the smoke rings on his fingertips having burned to the end. The sound of artillery fire in the distance is getting closer and closer, hitting everyone's heart like muffled thunder. "The 89th Division of the Kuomintang has broken through the Qilihezi defense line." Zhang Laoliu opened the door and came in with a hoarse voice, "The 29th Regiment is fighting in the streets of the city, but the right-wing position has been lost." Ye Tian put out his cigarette butts and glanced at the supplies that were being loaded urgently on the platform. It was the last train heading north, carrying money printing presses and important documents. Liang Jincheng was directing his workers to reinforce the carriage next to the locomotive. The old mechanic's face was covered with soot and sweat. "Lao Liang, how long will it take?" Ye Tian opened the window and shouted. "Half an hour! Half an hour at most!" Liang Jincheng turned around and replied, his voice intermittent under the gunfire. At this time, a rush of footsteps came from the other end of the platform. Captain Zhao walked over quickly with a few soldiers. His military uniform was covered in dust, and his left arm was simply bandaged with blood oozing from it. "Old Ye, we must start immediately!" Captain Zhao's voice was unmistakable. "The Kuomintang's attacks from three directions are too fierce. The 29th Regiment cannot hold on for long." Suddenly, a loud noise made the glass of the dispatch room buzz. Thick smoke rose from the south of the city, which was a signal that the city wall had been breached. "Mr. Ye! Let me go with the troops!" Zhang Laoliu suddenly grabbed Ye Tian's arm, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, "I want to avenge my dead brothers with my own hands!" Ye Tian looked at the young man who had been with him for three years and slowly shook his head: "No." "Why? The station will be lost soon!" "It is because it is about to be lost that you must stay." Ye Tian's voice was unusually calm, "Do you remember 'Jingzhe'? We need someone to wait for the signal here." Zhang Laoliu's fists were clenched until they turned white, but he finally lowered his head: "I obey the organization's decision." Liang Jincheng shouted loudly next to the locomotive: "Let's start! Let's start quickly!" The last moment has arrived. The soldiers quickly boarded the train, and Captain Zhao held Ye Tian's hand tightly: "Take care. Wait until we fight back." "Take care." The train started slowly and the whistle blew. Ye Tian saw Liang Jincheng standing at the car door and waved vigorously to him. This veteran worker who had worked at Yixian Station for twenty years finally embarked on his journey north. Zhang Laoliu suddenly rushed towards the train, but was caught by Ye Tian. "Let me go!" Zhang Laoliu roared, tears finally bursting out of his eyes. "Our battlefield is here." Ye Tian firmly grabbed his arm, "Always remember, the struggle in the dark is equally important." At this moment, a shell exploded outside the platform, and the air wave shattered the remaining glass in the control room. The train sped off and disappeared into the morning fog and smoke. Half an hour later, Kuomintang soldiers stormed into Yixian Station. Ye Tian arranged his uniform and walked out of the dispatch room calmly. A Kuomintang officer was loudly instructing the soldiers to count supplies on the platform. When he saw him coming out, he looked up and down. "Are you the person in charge here?" "Yexian Station Dispatching Director, Ye Tian." The officer sneered: "How many materials were transported by the Eighth Route?" "Normal dispatching according to railway regulations." Ye Tian answered in a neither humble nor overbearing tone. Zhang Laoliu walked silently behind Ye Tian, ​​still holding the signal flag in his hand. The young railway worker had wiped away his tears and his eyes were firm again. On the platform, the blue sky and white sun flag slowly rose. But Ye Tian knew that under this flag, another silent war had just begun. He touched his pocket, and inside was a small bag of millet that Captain Zhao had given him before leaving. The Waking of Insects has not yet arrived, but the seeds have been deeply buried. In this war-torn land, hope is growing quietly in the darkness. The sound of artillery in the distance gradually stopped, and Yixian County fell. But in Ye Tian's heart, the real battle is just about to begin.

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December 28, 1945, five o'clock in the morning. The Yixian Railway Station was shrouded in thick morning fog. Ye Tian stood in front of the dispatch room window, the smoke rings on his fingertips having burned to the end. The sound of artillery fire in the distance is getting closer and closer, hitting everyone's heart like muffled thunder. "The 89th Division of the Kuomintang has broken through the Qilihezi defense line." Zhang Laoliu opened the door and came in with a hoarse voice, "The 29th Regiment is fighting in the streets of the city, but the right-wing position has been lost." Ye Tian put out his cigarette butts and glanced at the supplies that were being loaded urgently on the platform. It was the last train heading north, carrying money printing presses and important documents. Liang Jincheng was directing his workers to reinforce the carriage next to the locomotive. The old mechanic's face was covered with soot and sweat. "Lao Liang, how long will it take?" Ye Tian opened the window and shouted. "Half an hour! Half an hour at most!" Liang Jincheng turned around and replied, his voice intermittent under the gunfire. At this time, a rush of footsteps came from the other end of the platform. Captain Zhao walked over quickly with a few soldiers. His military uniform was covered in dust, and his left arm was simply bandaged with blood oozing from it. "Old Ye, we must start immediately!" Captain Zhao's voice was unmistakable. "The Kuomintang's attacks from three directions are too fierce. The 29th Regiment cannot hold on for long." Suddenly, a loud noise made the glass of the dispatch room buzz. Thick smoke rose from the south of the city, which was a signal that the city wall had been breached. "Mr. Ye! Let me go with the troops!" Zhang Laoliu suddenly grabbed Ye Tian's arm, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, "I want to avenge my dead brothers with my own hands!" Ye Tian looked at the young man who had been with him for three years and slowly shook his head: "No." "Why? The station will be lost soon!" "It is because it is about to be lost that you must stay." Ye Tian's voice was unusually calm, "Do you remember 'Jingzhe'? We need someone to wait for the signal here." Zhang Laoliu's fists were clenched until they turned white, but he finally lowered his head: "I obey the organization's decision." Liang Jincheng shouted loudly next to the locomotive: "Let's start! Let's start quickly!" The last moment has arrived. The soldiers quickly boarded the train, and Captain Zhao held Ye Tian's hand tightly: "Take care. Wait until we fight back." "Take care." The train started slowly and the whistle blew. Ye Tian saw Liang Jincheng standing at the car door and waved vigorously to him. This veteran worker who had worked at Yixian Station for twenty years finally embarked on his journey north. Zhang Laoliu suddenly rushed towards the train, but was caught by Ye Tian. "Let me go!" Zhang Laoliu roared, tears finally bursting out of his eyes. "Our battlefield is here." Ye Tian firmly grabbed his arm, "Always remember, the struggle in the dark is equally important." At this moment, a shell exploded outside the platform, and the air wave shattered the remaining glass in the control room. The train sped off and disappeared into the morning fog and smoke. Half an hour later, Kuomintang soldiers stormed into Yixian Station. Ye Tian arranged his uniform and walked out of the dispatch room calmly. A Kuomintang officer was loudly instructing the soldiers to count supplies on the platform. When he saw him coming out, he looked up and down. "Are you the person in charge here?" "Yexian Station Dispatching Director, Ye Tian." The officer sneered: "How many materials were transported by the Eighth Route?" "Normal dispatching according to railway regulations." Ye Tian answered in a neither humble nor overbearing tone. Zhang Laoliu walked silently behind Ye Tian, ​​still holding the signal flag in his hand. The young railway worker had wiped away his tears and his eyes were firm again. On the platform, the blue sky and white sun flag slowly rose. But Ye Tian knew that under this flag, another silent war had just begun. He touched his pocket, and inside was a small bag of millet that Captain Zhao had given him before leaving. The Waking of Insects has not yet arrived, but the seeds have been deeply buried. In this war-torn land, hope is growing quietly in the darkness. The sound of artillery in the distance gradually stopped, and Yixian County fell. But in Ye Tian's heart, the real battle is just about to begin.

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December 28, 1945, five o'clock in the morning. The Yixian Railway Station was shrouded in thick morning fog. Ye Tian stood in front of the dispatch room window, the smoke rings on his fingertips having burned to the end. The sound of artillery fire in the distance is getting closer and closer, hitting everyone's heart like muffled thunder. "The 89th Division of the Kuomintang has broken through the Qilihezi defense line." Zhang Laoliu opened the door and came in with a hoarse voice, "The 29th Regiment is fighting in the streets of the city, but the right-wing position has been lost." Ye Tian put out his cigarette butts and glanced at the supplies that were being loaded urgently on the platform. It was the last train heading north, carrying money printing presses and important documents. Liang Jincheng was directing his workers to reinforce the carriage next to the locomotive. The old mechanic's face was covered with soot and sweat. "Lao Liang, how long will it take?" Ye Tian opened the window and shouted. "Half an hour! Half an hour at most!" Liang Jincheng turned around and replied, his voice intermittent under the gunfire. At this time, a rush of footsteps came from the other end of the platform. Captain Zhao walked over quickly with a few soldiers. His military uniform was covered in dust, and his left arm was simply bandaged with blood oozing from it. "Old Ye, we must start immediately!" Captain Zhao's voice was unmistakable. "The Kuomintang's attacks from three directions are too fierce. The 29th Regiment cannot hold on for long." Suddenly, a loud noise made the glass of the dispatch room buzz. Thick smoke rose from the south of the city, which was a signal that the city wall had been breached. "Mr. Ye! Let me go with the troops!" Zhang Laoliu suddenly grabbed Ye Tian's arm, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, "I want to avenge my dead brothers with my own hands!" Ye Tian looked at the young man who had been with him for three years and slowly shook his head: "No." "Why? The station will be lost soon!" "It is because it is about to be lost that you must stay." Ye Tian's voice was unusually calm, "Do you remember 'Jingzhe'? We need someone to wait for the signal here." Zhang Laoliu's fists were clenched until they turned white, but he finally lowered his head: "I obey the organization's decision." Liang Jincheng shouted loudly next to the locomotive: "Let's start! Let's start quickly!" The last moment has arrived. The soldiers quickly boarded the train, and Captain Zhao held Ye Tian's hand tightly: "Take care. Wait until we fight back." "Take care." The train started slowly and the whistle blew. Ye Tian saw Liang Jincheng standing at the car door and waved vigorously to him. This veteran worker who had worked at Yixian Station for twenty years finally embarked on his journey north. Zhang Laoliu suddenly rushed towards the train, but was caught by Ye Tian. "Let me go!" Zhang Laoliu roared, tears finally bursting out of his eyes. "Our battlefield is here." Ye Tian firmly grabbed his arm, "Always remember, the struggle in the dark is equally important." At this moment, a shell exploded outside the platform, and the air wave shattered the remaining glass in the control room. The train sped off and disappeared into the morning fog and smoke. Half an hour later, Kuomintang soldiers stormed into Yixian Station. Ye Tian arranged his uniform and walked out of the dispatch room calmly. A Kuomintang officer was loudly instructing the soldiers to count supplies on the platform. When he saw him coming out, he looked up and down. "Are you the person in charge here?" "Yexian Station Dispatching Director, Ye Tian." The officer sneered: "How many materials were transported by the Eighth Route?" "Normal dispatching according to railway regulations." Ye Tian answered in a neither humble nor overbearing tone. Zhang Laoliu walked silently behind Ye Tian, ​​still holding the signal flag in his hand. The young railway worker had wiped away his tears and his eyes were firm again. On the platform, the blue sky and white sun flag slowly rose. But Ye Tian knew that under this flag, another silent war had just begun. He touched his pocket, and inside was a small bag of millet that Captain Zhao had given him before leaving. The Waking of Insects has not yet arrived, but the seeds have been deeply buried. In this war-torn land, hope is growing quietly in the darkness. The sound of artillery in the distance gradually stopped, and Yixian County fell. But in Ye Tian's heart, the real battle is just about to begin.

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