Chapter 87: New Outlook on the Island
Suddenly, there was the rumbling sound of a hand tractor outside the cave. Tang Jingmo quickly turned off the kerosene lamp, and the three of them disappeared into the darkness.
In the moonlight, two people in blue work clothes jumped out of the car, and the leader was the commune's barefoot doctor!
"Director Wang said to hide this batch of 'medicine' in..." The barefoot doctor's voice stopped abruptly.
The lantern in his hand illuminated his unconscious accomplice on the ground, and three pairs of murderous eyes.
"Run!" The barefoot doctor knocked over the medicine box when he turned around, and the glass bottles broke all over the floor.
Jiang Hang took a step forward, only to see those "medicines" glowing with a strange blue light under the moonlight.
"Don't touch it!" Xiaobai shouted.
The vines wrapped around Jiang Hang's ankles and pulled him back. Almost at the same time, the liquid on the ground corroded and emitted white smoke - it was concentrated sulfuric acid!
Tang Jingmo had already chased out of the cave, but suddenly braked at the corner.
On the mountain road thirty meters away, Director Wang was leading a militia company towards this side, and everyone was carrying a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle on their shoulders.
"Retreat!" Tang Jingmo made a prompt decision. The three of them retreated quickly along the miners' passage. Director Wang roared angrily from behind: "Search! I want to see the person alive or dead!"
Jiang Hang ran while gritting his teeth: "Where does this bastard get the courage to attack the People's Liberation Army?"
"Because there's someone behind him."
Xiaobai suddenly stopped and stared at the rock wall. She pushed aside the moss used for camouflage, revealing a brand new military junction box - this was a field communication equipment that was only installed last year.
Tang Jingmo used a dagger to pry open the lid of the box, and the red and blue electric wires inside all led deep into the mountain.
On the insulation layer of the wire, the hot stamping of "East China Sea Fleet Logistics Department" is still clearly visible.
These people are so bold!
The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the loudspeaker in the commune courtyard was playing "The Sea Sailing Depends on the Helmsman".
Director Wang held an enamel jar with "Advanced Worker" printed on it and squinted towards the dock - the supply ship was supposed to leave the port this morning, but at this moment it was abnormally emitting black smoke.
“Director Wang!” The militia company commander rushed in in a panic, “That female soldier, Instructor Lin, brought people to seal off the shooting range in the back mountain!”
The enamel pot fell to the ground with a bang.
"Go and stop them quickly. We must not let them find the entrance to the cave!"
Director Wang grabbed the red-headed document on his desk, rubbed the stamp of "Dong'ao Island Revolutionary Committee" twice with his fingers, and suddenly tore it into pieces and stuffed it into his mouth.
He had just opened the drawer to take out the pistol when the wooden door of the office was kicked open.
Tang Jingmo's military boots squeaked as they stepped on broken porcelain pieces. Two soldiers behind him were carrying a stretcher covered with a tarpaulin.
"Comrade Wang Dahai." Tang Jingmo's voice was colder than the barrel of a gun. "Explain why there is a gyroscope for the Soviet-made R-12 missile hidden under the target range?"
The tarpaulin was lifted, revealing the sophisticated instrument with Cyrillic letters printed on it.
"What does the digging at your unit's shooting range have to do with me?"
Director Wang's forehead was covered with sweat, and the third button of his Zhongshan suit was pulled by him, and it was shaky. "I am the person in charge of the public security of Dong'ao Island. What are you doing? Are you trying to make trouble?!"
"I knew you were stubborn, look at what this is!"
Xiao Bai shook the transparent file bag in his hand, which contained a burnt note: "Is this the secret letter you wrote to 'Old K'? 'Number of pigs slaughtered in Dongfeng Commune' - using the codeword of the supply and marketing cooperative to transmit missile parameters? You have a pretty good brain."
"You are slandering me! I want to appeal!"
"Appeal?" She paused deliberately. "Go ahead. You can show me the way to find your accomplices."
Suddenly, there was the sound of orderly footsteps outside the door.
Captain Zhang led the fully armed garrison soldiers to line up, with anger in his eyes: "Wang Dahai! The ones who caused our company to lose three soldiers three years ago were not pirates, but spies sent by you!"
"Where's the evidence?" Director Wang grinned and reached for the drawer. "Just based on you——"
"......"
Song Wan suddenly squeezed out of the crowd, the old radio in her arms was playing clear foreign conversations.
Director Wang's face turned pale instantly - that was the voice that was recorded when he was secretly sending a message last night.
"Didn't expect that?" Song Wan patted the radio casing proudly. "The miniature transmitter you hid in the radio was modified by me when I was repairing the speaker!"
Tang Jingmo waved his hand and two soldiers immediately held down Director Wang.
From the interlayer of his notebook, he found a candy wrapper with the coordinates of a certain weapon written on it.
Now he has been caught red-handed. Let's see how he denies it!
"take away!"
Tang Jingmo said sternly, "Notify all islanders that a general meeting will be held at 10 a.m.! Any injustice or wrongful conviction can be appealed in person!"
Under the scorching sun, the only square on Dong'ao Island was crowded with people.
Director Wang was handcuffed behind his back and taken to a makeshift podium with a large wooden sign that read "Big Spy" hung around his neck.
The crowd was furious, and if the old village chief hadn't raised his pipe to stop them, someone would have rushed up to tear him apart, especially the innocent people who were usually suppressed and framed by him.
"Fellow villagers! Listen to me!" Gu Zhongzhang jumped onto the millstone and held up the big badge. "This is the tool they use to monitor us. See if anyone has it."
Gu Zhongzhang is now the head of the island government. He has taken over Wang Dahai's job and naturally has to preside over this conference.
The crowd went wild.
Aunt Li suddenly screamed, "I remember now! Last month, Wang Dahai insisted on getting a new badge for my second son!"
Trembling, she pulled the badge from the child's chest and smashed it on the stage, breaking it in two - a microcircuit board was revealed inside.
Several more families found the same badge one after another.
Without exception, these families have one thing in common: their family members either work in the island's power plant, food factory, or smelter.
Tang Jingmo read out the order in public: "From now on, the garrison will be in charge of the commune militia command! All badges must be submitted for inspection!"
He specifically glanced at the pale-faced director of the supply and marketing cooperative, "Especially those materials that 'exceeded the plan', unpack them all and check them!"
When the meeting was over, Company Commander Zhang led the soldiers to collect suspicious items from house to house.
Three days later, in the early morning, the "March of the People's Liberation Army" resounded throughout the camp.
Tang Jingmo led the officers and soldiers to revisit the combat readiness route, and all the secret sentries were replaced with double posts.
Xiaobai set up a table in front of the warehouse and used his special powers to conduct a "physical examination" on all the badges on the island.
"Comrade Lin," Captain Zhang handed over the brand new badges, "These badges are all remade, there is absolutely no problem with them."
In the sunlight, those simple red badges shine with a warm luster, carrying the unique atmosphere of this era.
Xiaobai picked one up, hung it on her chest, and admired herself for a long time. Now she is becoming more and more adapted to the 1970s.
At the dock, fishermen were helping the soldiers count the real supplies - regular canned food printed with "Shanghai Yimin Food Factory" and brand new military blankets marked "BJ Third Cotton Mill".
The sea breeze blew away the last trace of haze.
Xiaobai stood on the reef and watched Tang Jingmo teach the young soldier step by step how to calibrate the sights of the Type 56 submachine gun.
From afar came the clear singing of children: "I love this blue ocean, the sea of our motherland is magnificent and vast..."
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