Lin Feng, within the Wang Wei Secret Service Agency, gradually gained the trust of the Japanese Army and his colleagues through several discreet yet outstanding performances. Unbeknownst to them, every move he made was aimed at secretly procuring crucial information for the organization. This time, a Japanese Officer planned to inspect several nearby outposts to ensure their defenses were flawless, and Lin Feng was assigned as the translator.
At the moment he received the order, Lin Feng felt a mix of tension and excitement. The tension stemmed from the fact that he would be delving into outposts heavily guarded by elite Japanese troops; any misstep could expose his true identity. The excitement, however, came from the fact that this was undoubtedly an excellent opportunity to gather intelligence. If successful, it would deal a heavy blow to the enemy. He quickly adjusted his mindset, feigning calm compliance as he began his preparations.
On the day of departure, the sky was overcast, with leaden clouds hanging low, as if foretelling an impending storm. Lin Feng followed the Japanese Officer's team, bouncing along in a military vehicle toward the outpost. Along the way, he looked out of the window and saw fields left fallow, with peasants in tattered clothing, gaunt faces filled with despair and helplessness. These scenes only strengthened his resolve to complete his mission.
Upon arriving at the outpost, Lin Feng suppressed his inner turmoil and observed his surroundings discreetly. The outpost was situated in a strategically advantageous location, backed by mountains that made it easy to defend but hard to attack. Surrounding it were barbed wire fences and trenches, along with several watchtowers looming above like vigilant hawks. The soldiers of the Japanese Officer stood in neat rows, awaiting orders from their superior; the atmosphere was solemn and tense.
As the inspection began, Lin Feng closely followed behind the Japanese Officer, appearing focused on his translation work while his eyes scanned every facility within the outpost—each guard post, troop deployment, and weapons storage area were etched into his memory. When questioned by officers about local terrain features and nearby villages, he answered fluently based on his prior knowledge of the area, further earning their trust.
As they delved deeper into the inspection, Lin Feng discovered a critical issue: to prepare for potential raids, a supply transfer station had been hidden in a valley behind the outpost. Though inconspicuous, this station stored a significant amount of military supplies; its destruction would severely weaken the Japanese Officer's combat capabilities and disrupt their operational plans.
The challenge now was how to relay this information accurately while including detailed defense maps. Looking around him, Lin Feng noticed that the soldiers did not seem overly wary of him as a translator; an idea began to form in his mind.
Taking advantage of a moment when the Japanese Officer was discussing military matters with the outpost commander inside a building, Lin Feng excused himself under the pretense of needing fresh air and slipped into a relatively secluded corner. He quickly retrieved a small piece of pencil and a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket—items he had prepared beforehand and hidden in an inner pocket of his clothing. Relying on memory, he began sketching a simple defense map.
His hand trembled slightly—not from fear but from knowing how significant this intelligence was. Lines gradually formed on the paper outlining the contours of the outpost: watchtowers, barbed wire fences, trenches, barracks, and that crucial supply transfer station were all marked precisely. To ensure accuracy, he also annotated troop distributions in various areas using simple symbols for heavy weapon storage points.
Just as he was about to finish, he heard footsteps approaching. Startled, Lin Feng quickly hid the map and pencil up his sleeve and pretended to admire the scenery. A soldier from the Japanese Officer passed by and cast him a suspicious glance; seeing him calm and collected, he did not inquire further and continued on patrol.
Wiping away beads of sweat from his forehead, Lin Feng knew he had to find a way to get this intelligence out quickly. He glanced down at his shoes and had a sudden inspiration: carefully folding the map into a tiny square, he tucked it into a hidden compartment in his shoe's sole. These shoes had been specially modified for emergencies like this.
After completing everything, Lin Feng straightened his clothes and walked back inside steadily to continue participating in the inspection as if nothing had happened.
Once the inspection concluded, Lin Feng followed the team back to Wang Wei Intelligence Agency. Throughout the journey, he remained anxious about an unexpected check by Japanese Officers that might reveal his secret stash in his shoe. Fortunately, they encountered no such issues until they reached their quarters.
That night, under cover of darkness and avoiding patrols from Wang Wei Intelligence Agency, Lin Feng arrived at a designated secret contact point agreed upon with his organization. He gently knocked three times on the door, paused briefly before knocking twice more—this was their agreed-upon signal. The door slowly opened as a contact person cautiously peeked out; upon recognizing Lin Feng, their eyes lit up with joy.
Lin Feng quickly entered and removed his shoes to retrieve the defense map from its hiding place. "Comrade," he said urgently as he handed over the map to the contact person. "This is the defense layout for the Japanese Officer's outpost along with details on a supply transfer station location. It must be delivered to our organization immediately; this is an excellent opportunity for an ambush."
The contact person took hold of the map and examined it closely before gripping Lin Feng's hand excitedly: "Good comrade! You've worked hard! This intelligence is crucial; our organization will make good use of it."
Following this exchange, Lin Feng provided detailed information about troop strength within the outpost and patrol routines of the Japanese Officers to ensure that any ambush would be foolproof.
Within just a few days came news from Base of Resistance: thanks to Lin Feng's intelligence provided earlier, Eighth Route Army launched a small-scale surprise attack. Under cover of nightfall, soldiers descended like divine warriors upon their enemies' defenses—bypassing them entirely—and struck directly at their heart by destroying the supply transfer station while seizing vast amounts of military supplies and inflicting heavy casualties on Japanese forces.
When Lin Feng heard this news, joy and pride filled his heart. He knew that every effort he made within enemy lines had not been in vain; despite being surrounded by darkness at Wang Wei Secret Service Agency, he firmly believed that as long as he remained true to his mission and continued shining brightly for his organization, dawn would surely break through this gloom over these war-torn lands. And so he would continue lurking in these perilous depths awaiting more challenges ahead while writing his own magnificent chapter in this Anti-Japanese War.
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