bookbashuk Chapter 71: I completely underestimated intelligence work. It's over, everything is over.
Chapter 71: I completely underestimated intelligence work. It's over, everything is over.
A crisp cracking sound suddenly rang out as the expensive teapot and teacups shattered, splashing warm tea and tea leaves all over the floor and wetting Han Zhenhua's trouser legs.
The living room fell silent. The old butler and the servants held their breath in fright.
Feng Jingyao looked at the distraught Han Zhenhua, a knowing yet complex emotion flashing in his eyes, but he did not reprimand him. Instead, he said gently, "Nephew Zhenhua, I have already made myself clear. The difference in strength is too great. Without any earth-shattering external factors interfering..."
For example, the Japanese Kwantung Army suddenly started fighting the Soviet Far Eastern Army Group, or the Japanese Combined Fleet suddenly clashed with the US Great White Fleet, and so on—these kinds of unexpected events!
It's normal to lose!
"Something's not right...something's completely wrong..." Han Zhenhua muttered to himself absentmindedly, his face instantly turning grim. He had already sent out the intelligence, hadn't he? Where did things go wrong?
"Zhenhua! What happened to you? Are you alright? Did you burn yourself?" Feng Chengcheng exclaimed in surprise.
Instead of immediately looking at the precious tea set, she hurriedly got up and walked quickly to Han Zhenhua's side. She took out her clean white handkerchief embroidered with orchids, not caring at all about the tea stains, and carefully wiped the water stains and any possible fragments from his hands, her eyes filled with worry and concern.
Her movements were gentle, and her voice was soft: "Zhenhua, don't be too sad or agitated."
Just like Dad said, you're a physics expert, so you definitely understand better than me that with such a large difference in the "quantitative change" between the two sides, it's impossible for it to cause a "qualitative change."
Isn't it normal to be unable to win at the beginning?
Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war. Please don't be like this; it hurts me to see you like this..."
Feng Chengcheng's gentleness and thoughtfulness were like a warm current trying to melt the ice, but they only made Han Zhenhua feel even colder and more piercing.
"It's normal that I can't beat them..." he murmured, repeating the same sentence over and over.
Staring blankly at the shattered porcelain shards and spilled tea on the ground, he seemed to see his own thousands of words of meticulously crafted intelligence, written until his hand was numb, which he believed could turn the tide of events, now smashed to pieces like the tea set, utterly useless.
This is not normal at all!
This is absolutely unacceptable! My intelligence was so precise—3000 Japanese soldiers launched their attack precisely at 10 PM last night! What kind of normal is this?!
The National Revolutionary Army should not have ambushed 30,000 Japanese soldiers here and wiped them out.
Then immediately return to Huaiyuan Town to annihilate those damned Black Island cavalry regiments of 950 men? I've written down everything clearly according to the AI's instructions!!!
What the hell went wrong?
Everything went exactly as planned; our own intelligence wasn't used at all!
After calming himself down, he looked up at Feng Jingyao and Feng Chengcheng, his voice hoarse with emotion and disbelief: "I'm sorry, Uncle Feng! Chengcheng, I lost my temper!"
Feng Jingyao waved his hand, signaling the trembling servants to quickly clean up the mess on the floor.
He poured Han Zhenhua another cup of hot tea, handed it to him, and said in a calm tone that carried a sense of world-weariness: "Zhenhua, have some tea first and calm yourself down."
I understand your thinking. Young people should all have a strong sense of national honor!
He paused, looking at Han Zhenhua's hand, which was still trembling slightly as he took the teacup, and slowly said, "But Zhenhua, you'll understand when you reach your uncle's age that reality is often that when faced with a real difference in strength, everything is just empty talk!"
Just like back in the early years of the Republic of China, when Western strongmen like Bosov set up a fighting arena in our Shanghai, those strongmen were all nearly two meters tall and weighed two or three hundred kilograms, while our martial arts masters were mostly only 1.67 meters tall and weighed around 100 kilograms.
Even if our kung fu is more exquisite when we are unarmed, our opponent is too strong, too fast, and too resistant to blows!
Our kung fu is so exquisite that we can land dozens of punches on someone in a single match, but we can't hurt them at all. But if they hit us with one punch, we'll fall to the ground. It's the same principle!
Therefore, before the Qing Dynasty's ban on martial arts, all the martial arts schools and sects in China throughout history have always involved wielding weapons. For example, Bajiquan uses a knife in the right hand and a shield in the left, Taijiquan uses a sword, Wing Chun uses the Eight-Cut Saber, and Xingyi Quan uses the Six Harmonies Spear... There is no "Chinese martial arts" that involves wielding weapons!
But... the Westerners stipulate that we must fight empty-handed, and we must fight within a rope circle! That completely restricts us.
Assuming both sides are allowed to carry weapons, the Westerners' advantage in height and strength disappears. For example, a master of Bajiquan could use their left shield to block the opponent's force, and then use their right hand in a backhand strike to pierce the heart of that Western giant...
Then we wouldn't see situations like our great hero Huo Yuanjia landing dozens of punches on someone, only to have that person not fall, while another person could knock Huo Lao Si vomiting blood with a single punch!
If Huo Laosi were holding a knife or a sword, would he have needed to be hit dozens of times?
In less than ten seconds, a single strike sent Bosov to meet his maker...
As Feng Jingyao spoke, he seemed to realize that he had "gone off-topic" and hurriedly corrected himself: "The situation is like this: the other side is taller and stronger than us, and damn it, they are carrying tanks and heavy artillery. On the contrary, we are empty-handed and only have rifles. How are we supposed to fight?"
"So the gap is all-encompassing, my dear nephew Zhenhua." Feng Jingyao's voice grew even lower, "It's not just about the number of guns, planes, and tanks."
This also includes the huge gap in soldier training, logistical support, command system efficiency, and even intelligence work between the two sides!
Take Shanghai, the city right under our feet, for example. The behind-the-scenes competition is no less brutal and intense than that on the front lines.
Just three days ago, a series of earth-shattering events occurred on the intelligence front.
Feng Jingyao picked up his teacup and gently blew on it: "That self-proclaimed... no, it should be called 'self-proclaimed'..."
After Wang Yaqiao of the Axe Gang, the sharpest dagger in the hands of Dai Chunfeng, the number one assassination organization in the Republic of China... the Military Intelligence Bureau's Shanghai Station, bullshit!
This massive Class A military base was completely eradicated by the Japanese Special Higher Police and military police.
"Thump!............"
Only now did Han Zhenhua finally understand completely...
Feng Jingyao didn't see Han Zhenhua's expression. It was as if he was stating a major event that was unrelated to him but that he had to pay attention to: "It is said that the assassination attempt on Wu Zhiguo of the Axe Gang, who is called Mao something, failed, and he was captured alive, which led to a large-scale exposure."
The Special Higher Police and the Military Police joined forces to launch a lightning-fast crackdown.
Almost all of the Kuomintang's outposts and contact points in Shanghai were wiped out overnight, resulting in heavy casualties.
Even their deputy station chief, Fu Jingnian, who was said to be extremely skilled at 'planning assassinations,' was shot multiple times and seriously wounded and captured while trying to seize something important. He is currently in a coma in the hospital.
Shanghai Metro Station is now practically defunct; the remaining staff have likely either gone underground or are fleeing in panic.
Every word Feng Jingyao uttered was like a heavy hammer, striking Han Zhenhua's heart hard!
Assassination failed! Members captured! Exposed! Purge! Deputy station chief captured! The station is now defunct!
He felt like the blood in his body was about to freeze!
So that's why... that "Yangcheng Lake hairy crab order" he sent out...
That intelligence, which carried his immense hopes and his "prophet" status, may never have even left Shanghai!
Overwhelmed by immense guilt, lingering fear, and a sense of absurdity at being mercilessly mocked by reality!
No wonder the situation on the front lines completely deviated from his "script"!
His intelligence was completely useless!
Instead, it directly led to the arrest of Deputy Station Chief Fu Jingnian while he was trying to steal intelligence... His previous confidence and expectations were simply a huge joke!
Like being struck by lightning, Han Zhenhua froze on the spot, his face deathly pale, his lips trembling slightly, unable to utter a single word. The earlier lapse in composure, breaking the tea set, paled in comparison to the turmoil raging within him at this moment.
I really oversimplified intelligence work!
He suddenly realized an even more terrifying problem: such a world-shaking event... the complete annihilation of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Shanghai station and the capture of its deputy station chief, happened right under his nose, just three days ago!
And he, Han Zhenhua, a time traveler who claimed to have access to future information and was trying to secretly influence the course of the war, only learned about it now from Feng Jingyao, an "outsider"!
What has he been doing these past three days?
He was busy lecturing at various universities, enjoying the vanity of being a "genius physicist"; he was dating Feng Chengcheng, indulging in a life of romance; he was looking forward to the good news from the front lines, which would unfold according to his "script"!
He was like a blind and deaf man hiding in an ivory tower, immersed in his own world! He knew nothing of the bloodshed that was truly happening outside!
I was so naive! So weak!
The most critical issue now is the intelligence. The thousands of words of intelligence I wrote myself may have already fallen into the hands of the Japanese!
If that intelligence falls into the hands of the Japanese, it will be several thousand words long!
His unique writing style, which is "mostly in simplified characters," and his recent flurry of writing on the blackboard while lecturing at various universities...
The Japanese only need to "quickly check the handwriting"...
And that bottle of invisible ink taken directly from the chemistry lab at St. John's University—the Japanese investigated it from the opposite perspective...
It's over, it's over, everything is over...