RPAGF Chapter 1028 Shadow Letter: The Enemy's Delusion.
Chapter 1028 Shadow Letter: The Enemy's Delusion.
Our lovely seniors, so focused on development, are so charming.
The discussion in the conference room grew louder and louder, and every "homemade solution" was filled with a practical desire to get things done, reflecting the sincerity of this generation in building their motherland.
If our development were a song, then that song would surely be—
"We workers have power, hey! We workers have power! We work hard every day, hey! We work hard every day! We've built skyscrapers, constructed railways and coal mines, and transformed the world so much..."
This song is the boiling molten iron in the steel furnace, the sparks flying beside the machine tool, the inextinguishable light in the laboratory, and the powerful voice of the times composed by countless builders like Liu Dayong and Zhao Weiguo with their sweat, wisdom and lofty aspirations.
Even the most rousing musical piece will inevitably contain discordant notes.
Even in the light, shadows lurk, and a conspiracy targeting the central government is quietly brewing in Southeast Asia.
In a house on the outskirts of Phnom Penh, Liu Yuncang, his head covered in dirt, poked his head out from the hidden entrance of a tunnel, wiped the mud off his face, and shouted in a low voice, "Team leader! Get some more wooden stakes! The side wall of the tunnel below is about to collapse, if we don't hold it up, we'll be buried alive!"
Zhang Peizhi, who was called the group leader, was squatting in the corner of the house, his fingertips rapidly tapping the radio buttons. The indicator light in front of him flickered, reflecting his gloomy face in an alternating light and shadow.
He didn't even look up when he heard this. His tone was full of impatience. He raised his chin and pointed to the dense forest not far away: "This lousy place is lacking in everything, except rotten wood. Go cut it down yourself! Can't you see I'm sending a telegram to my superiors? Can you take responsibility if this causes a major incident?"
Liu Yuncang pursed his lips resentfully, then turned and crawled out of the passage.
Zhang Peizhi took a deep breath, adjusted the pace of her keystrokes, and sent the request word by word to the isolated island in the southeast: "Higher command, the Phnom Penh team reports that the explosive devices have been deployed as planned. Request for instructions: If the Prince of Zhenla is traveling in the same car as the central leadership, should the original plan still be followed?"
The radio indicator light flashed for a moment, and then a clear reception sound rang out.
Zhang Peizhi quickly transcribed the telegram. After reading its contents, her eyes instantly turned ruthless. She typed again to reply, her tone resolute: "Received. Destroy it without hesitation! Regardless of who accompanies them, the target is singular: strike decisively and crush their core leadership! The Xiangjiang Plan has no turning back!"
A moment later, a follow-up telegram arrived from above: "Never forget the instructions given on the island—that man said there are no insurmountable difficulties in the world, nor are there any invincible enemies! Success or failure hinges on this one battle; those who fail will have their heads brought to them!"
Zhang Peizhi gripped the telegram in his hand, nodded fiercely, and pressed the key to reply: "Yes! I will complete the mission to the death!" He then put away the radio, carefully wrapped it in a waterproof tarpaulin, and stuffed it into a hidden compartment in the corner of the wall.
After finishing everything, he walked to the dilapidated wooden window of the house, lifted the dusty window paper, and looked out at the highway with a sinister gaze. A smug smile crept onto his lips as he muttered to himself, "This is the only route from Bochengdong Airport to the Royal Palace. Dig a tunnel directly under the highway, bury a whole box of TNT, and when the convoy passes by, there will be a loud bang, and everything will be fine. My plan is flawless!"
Just then, Zhang Yuncang returned carrying several thick wooden stakes. Hearing his mutterings, he subtly curled his lip, put the stakes on the ground, and complained, "Team leader, you're impressive, but this tunnel is no ordinary place. It's damp and narrow, and the brothers are almost at their breaking point. Didn't you say you'd developed quite a few downlines in Phnom Penh? Could you call them over to lend a hand? We can't just carry it all out ourselves."
Li Mo's face darkened, and he turned to glare at him: "What do you know! The offline are used to gather information and keep watch. What if we expose our whereabouts by doing such delicate work as digging tunnels?"
The Xiangjiang Project allows no room for error. Enough talk, get the men back to digging! The final reinforcements and explosives must be laid before the target arrives!
Liu Yuncang was already full of resentment, and after being scolded by Zhang Peizhi, he forgot all about respect. He threw the wooden stake on the ground, raising dust, and said with a shameless tone of shirking responsibility: "Team leader, it's not that I'm being lazy, but this tunnel is damp and hard. With just a few of us, let alone reinforcing it and applying medicine, we'd be lucky if it didn't collapse! Without getting help, this job is absolutely impossible to finish. Do whatever you want with me, I'm just not ready to do it anymore!"
He leaned against the corner of the wall, arms crossed, looking every bit the part of someone who had given up entirely – a common problem among soldiers on isolated islands: they bully the weak and fear the strong, are afraid of death, and only know how to shirk responsibility and complain when things go wrong, without any drive to actually do anything.
Zhang Peizhi was so angry that her face turned blue. She pointed at Liu Yuncang's nose and scolded, "Useless! A bunch of useless people! Look at the soldiers on the other side. They can march 70 kilometers in 14 hours and still be ready to fight immediately. How come when it's your turn, you can't even dig a tunnel less than 15 meters long? What use are you guys to the higher-ups!"
Liu Yuncang curled his lip, inwardly grumbling: "And you criticize others? Aren't you all just all talk? Like that Zeng guy, he was ostracized and suppressed everywhere here, but when he went to the other side, he earned the title of the strongest defensive force on Earth through sheer skill. Unlike you guys, all you do is hide in this foreign land plotting assassinations. Ugh, what a disgrace!"
After venting his frustration in his mind, he simply sat down on the ground and started acting like a rogue: "I don't care how capable others are, there are just a few of us, we can't do this job! Are you going to call someone or not? If not, I'll just lie here and wait until dawn without moving an inch!"
Seeing his state, Zhang Peizhi was both anxious and angry, but she also knew that they were short-handed at the moment, and pushing Liu Yuncang too far would only make things worse. Suppressing her anger, she softened her tone and tried to persuade him: "Don't do anything reckless! If this 'Xiangjiang Plan' succeeds, the rewards from above will be extremely generous: one hundred taels of gold and a three-rank promotion! Even if you unfortunately sacrifice yourself, your family will receive ten taels of gold, ensuring a comfortable life for the rest of your days!"
"Pah!" Liu Yuncang spat, his face full of disdain. "Family members? I'm all alone, where would I get any family members? In the end, this gold will still end up in the hands of people like you! Trying to coax me into fighting with empty words? No way! I won't do it, that's final!"
Zhang Peizhi stared at him for a moment, knowing that continuing would only delay the project, so she finally gritted her teeth and compromised: "Go to that photo studio in Phnom Penh and ask the owner's son to come and help!"
Why aren't you going?!
"I also need to send a telegram to my superiors to confirm the target's itinerary!"
"Tch, he's just lazy!"
Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Liu Yuncang slowly stood up, scratched his backside, patted the dust off his clothes, and muttered, "If only I had done this earlier," before reluctantly opening the door and walking out.
Zhang Peizhi tapped the radio buttons, contacting her superiors to confirm intelligence. As she did so, she gritted her teeth and recited the island leader's favorite phrase, both to boost her own morale and to vent her anger: "To fight external aggression, we must first pacify internal strife; to pacify internal strife, we must first eliminate the enemy! This operation will either succeed or we will die for our cause!"
He stared at the radio indicator light, his face so gloomy it seemed like water could drip from it. He felt that the "Xiangjiang Project" had been going wrong from the very beginning, and a sense of unease inexplicably rose in his heart.
……
Late at night, the 701 Bureau, this writing code-deciphering center, is actually a gathering place for troubled children.
The pale light illuminated several faces that appeared pale from extreme anxiety and exhaustion.
Ten seemingly chaotic copies of telegrams lay spread out on the table, covered with groups of numbers and strange symbols. Several codebreakers, their brows furrowed and eyes bloodshot, sat before piles of scratch paper and various codebooks, the atmosphere oppressive and suffocating.
“Still no good… This encryption method is unprecedented. It has a complex structure, appears to be multi-layered and nested, and may even use a dynamic code table…” A middle-aged codebreaker rubbed his temples, his voice hoarse.
"If Comrade Jinzhen were still in the bureau, that would be great. He's the best at handling these kinds of unfamiliar codes," another person sighed.
"By the way, didn't the Academy of Sciences, together with Jin Zhen and his team, test the ocean computer network communication? Could we send the message directly over and ask him to take a look?"
"It's too late!"
"Director, why bother with all this trouble? We can just report directly to the central leadership and ask them to cancel the visit!"
"Cancel? The dignity of a great power is not a child's play!"
"We must decipher it! It must contain their operational plan!"
"Eh...yes!"
Despite saying that, after leaving the decryption center, Director Zheng immediately found the comrade who had delivered the telegram.
"This is troublesome! How long ago were these coded telegrams intercepted?!"
"A day ago! Is it really impossible to decipher?"
Director Zheng was silent for a moment: "Can't we just take him down directly?"
"No, they're not in the country. Besides, we only have suspects!"
"Then I will report this to my superiors and request a postponement of the visit!"
"Some comrades have already asked for this permission!"
"What did they say?"
"The enemy won't let me go, but I'll go anyway!"