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As the unstoppable wheels of the Liberation War rolled forward, the city, a key battleground of ever-changing fortunes, became a crucial front in determining victory or defeat. Lin Feng, a hero who had faced countless dangers and achieved remarkable feats on the Intelligence Front, arrived in the city he had long been away from, shouldering the organization's heavy expectations. He was determined to undertake the daunting task of rebuilding the intelligence network that had been ravaged by war and enemies.
Upon entering the city, Lin Feng gazed at the familiar yet strange streets, his heart filled with mixed emotions. Once a bustling marketplace, it now lay shrouded under the white terror of the Kuomintang, with an atmosphere thick with oppression and unease. Yet his resolve remained unshaken, for he knew that the intelligence power he wielded would serve as blades piercing through the enemy's heart, paving the way for liberation.
Lin Feng first turned his attention to those old acquaintances who had fought alongside him through life and death. They were either underground party members infiltrating Kuomintang government agencies or ordinary people from the lower strata of society who toiled silently while harboring a sense of justice. Using the contact codes and meeting points stored in his memory, Lin Feng cautiously navigated through the shadows of the city, searching for precious clues.
Deep within a dimly lit narrow alley, Lin Feng knocked on a dilapidated wooden door. The moment it opened, surprise and caution flashed in the eyes of the person inside. Once they recognized Lin Feng, he was excitedly pulled into the room. This person was Old Zhang, a former supply officer in the Kuomintang Army who had been successfully persuaded by Lin Feng to provide crucial military intelligence to the American side due to his dissatisfaction with the corruption and darkness within the Kuomintang.
"Lin Feng, you finally made it! The situation here is getting worse by the day; we need to come up with a plan quickly," Old Zhang said, gripping Lin Feng's hand tightly, his voice trembling slightly.
Lin Feng nodded gravely. "Old Zhang, I came this time to rebuild our intelligence network. What new developments do you have?"
In a lowered voice, Old Zhang detailed recent material allocations and officer movements within the Kuomintang Army. Lin Feng listened intently, jotting down key information in his notebook as he gradually sketched out a preliminary outline of enemy military movements.
After meeting with Old Zhang, Lin Feng continued to reach out to several other old comrades scattered throughout the city like stars—each one shining weakly yet containing immense energy. However, Lin Feng understood that relying solely on these old acquaintances was far from enough. To construct a tight-knit and efficient intelligence network, he needed to widely develop new contacts that would reach into every corner of the city.
Thus, Lin Feng focused on the largest and most vibrant group in the city: the working class. Inside factories where machines roared, workers' anger and spirit of resistance could not be drowned out. Lin Feng managed to blend into a large machine factory; with his simple worker's attire and exceptional skills, he quickly earned the trust of his fellow workers. During breaks from labor, he engaged them in heartfelt conversations about life on the American side and how the Communist Party aimed to bring happiness to the people, igniting hope in their hearts.
Among them was a young worker named Xiao Kuan who stood out for his enthusiasm. Clever and insightful about both internal and external situations at the factory, he possessed a certain charisma among his peers. Seizing an opportune moment, Lin Feng revealed his identity and intentions. Excitement and determination sparkled in Xiao Kuan's eyes as he exclaimed, "Brother Lin! I’ve been waiting for this day! We workers have had enough of Kuomintang oppression; I’m ready to charge into any danger for liberation!"
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