Just as Ning Zhiheng's work was progressing smoothly, at Depu Hospital in Nanshi, Miao Yongyi and Wang Zhenjiang, whose injuries had rapidly improved, were also preparing to transfer to the rear base.
At this time, the battle situation deteriorated further. Dachang had fallen, and the General Headquarters ordered all National Army troops to retreat to the south bank of the Suzhou River. All positions in the central battlefield had been lost, and the Japanese army had entered Shanghai city and was preparing for further attacks to completely force the Chinese army out of Shanghai city.
The injured remaining in Nanshi Hospital, apart from those seriously injured who could not be moved, all the other injured had to be transferred quickly. The entire hospital was on high alert, with medical staff busily moving between the injured, carrying out final treatment.
After several days of rest, Wang Zhenjiang's health improved rapidly. Seeing everyone around him busy, he quietly slipped out of the ward and headed out of the hospital.
After leaving the hospital, he walked quickly through the crowd. After walking for a long time, he finally arrived at the entrance of a shop. He looked around before going inside.
Due to the prolonged war, market transactions dwindled, and business in shops was extremely poor. There were almost no customers, and the small shops were deserted, with only a middle-aged shopkeeper listlessly guarding the counter.
Seeing Wang Zhenjiang, an officer with a sling, walk in, they didn't pay much attention. There were many Nationalist soldiers stationed in Nanshi at the moment, and the streets were full of soldiers in Nationalist uniforms.
Business was slow, and he didn't bother to serve customers, simply leaning back in his chair to rest.
"Shopkeeper, your business isn't doing so well. There's hardly anything on the counter!" Wang Zhenjiang walked to the counter, looked at the shelves behind the shopkeeper, and said softly.
"Sir, with the chaos of war, we're lucky to have this much. It's just enough to get by and make ends meet," the middle-aged shopkeeper said with a bitter smile.
Wang Zhenjiang leaned forward slightly and said in a low voice, "I have a batch of goods here. I wonder if you want them?"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged shopkeeper's expression immediately turned serious. He slowly stood up, approached Wang Zhenjiang, and softly replied across the counter, "I wonder what kind of goods these are?"
"A batch of matches!"
What brand?
"Auspicious omen!"
How many?
"Six hundred and sixty boxes!"
The middle-aged shopkeeper quickly opened the cabinet lid, came out, and asked, "What can I do for you?"
"Take me to the municipal party committee immediately, I have an emergency to report!"
"good!"
An hour later, in a secret room, Wang Zhenjiang met with Lin Hanwen, the head of the Shanghai underground party committee.
"What important situation is it? Old Wang, your current public identity is that of a member of our Party. Unless it is an extremely important emergency, you cannot contact us," Lin Hanwen said slowly to Wang Zhenjiang.
He was right. Wang Zhenjiang was originally the head of the intelligence section of the Political Work Headquarters of the Northwest Base Area. He came to Shanghai to recuperate from his injuries, just in time for the Battle of Shanghai. The organization required that we must do our best to support the war of resistance. So the Shanghai Municipal Committee took out all its resources and formed a force to join the battle. However, because of the lack of commanders with long-term combat experience, they applied to keep Wang Zhenjiang behind.
However, Wang Zhenjiang and his troops were all clearly identified members of the Communist Party, and it was hard to guarantee that no one was watching them. It was indeed inappropriate to make contact with the underground party so rashly.
However, Wang Zhenjiang was previously the head of the intelligence section of the headquarters, and his position within the party was no lower than that of Lin Hanwen, the head of the municipal party committee. In fact, at times, Lin Hanwen had to accept Wang Zhenjiang's leadership. This is why Lin Hanwen deliberately tolerated it. If someone else had made this mistake, he would have reprimanded them severely long ago.
"Comrade Hanwen, I know that contacting you directly violates organizational discipline. I have been trying to find a suitable way to notify you these past few days, but the situation is urgent now. A very important comrade is about to be transferred to the rear base, and there is no time to spare. I have no choice but to risk contacting you!"
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