The first plane passed by, but not long after, another one followed, hovering at low altitude near Victoria Harbor, constantly demonstrating to force the British Hong Kong Governor to give up resistance and surrender completely.
Victoria Harbor, which was crowded with people just now, has become empty now.
Planes kept lingering in the harbor.
There are houses everywhere in the neighborhood.
Feng Kezhi took Meng Lanting and hid under the eaves of a rice store in the alley where the waiter ran away before he could close the door.
When the plane flew farther away, he slowly turned his face and stared at the person he was sitting on.
She went down.
Meng Lanting's breathing gradually subsided, and she leaned on the threshold, looking up at him.
We haven’t seen each other for four years.
The last scene last time was also here.
The man in front of him was still so young and handsome.
His eyebrows, eyes, lips and jaw, the lines of his face, and even the hair on his ears and temples were all clearly the same as in Meng Lanting's memory.
But the feeling he gave Meng Lanting was that he had become another person.
His eyebrows are condensed and his eyes are deep.
Compared with his previous handsomeness, his facial features are slightly sharper.
It was a feeling she had never felt before.
Both of them were wet, with water dripping from their hair and faces.
The water-saturated clothes pressed against my body, feeling heavy and cold.
Meng Lanting's face turned pale and his lips turned blue.
"Ke Zhi" She finally called out the name of the man in front of her in a low voice, her voice trembling, and her eyes turned red for a moment.
"How did you end up here?"
Feng Kezhi blinked.
A drop of water suddenly rolled down along the peak of his eyebrows and along the side of the straight bridge of his nose.
"Sister told me that you are coming back.
The Japanese have been making many moves in Shenzhen recently.
I was afraid that Hong Kong would not be safe, so I came to pick you up."
"Fang Jun's contact person is me.
Just now, I was waiting for you on the other side."
He stared at her and spoke in a low voice.
He slowly raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally placed his thumb gently on her face, wiping away the water in the corners of her eyes.
Meng Lanting looked at him blankly.
A gust of wind blew, and she couldn't help but shiver.
As if waking up from a dream, Feng Kezhi suddenly withdrew his hand, pulled her with chattering teeth, led her across the threshold, and pushed open the door of a house.
A fat woman who looked like a boss lady was crawling out from under the bed.
Suddenly she saw a wet young man standing in front of her, screaming loudly.
"Take out some thick clothes" Feng Kezhi drank.
The landlady is still shouting.
Feng Kezhi took out the gun he was carrying, and pointed the black muzzle at the person.
"Get me some clothes, for women."
The landlady turned pale in shock and shut up suddenly.
After looking at Meng Lanting, who was also wet but had an uneasy look on her face, she quickly got up from the ground.
"Madam, wait a minute, tell him not to shoot and I'll get it for you right away."
The landlady hurriedly opened the closet door, took out clothes at random, and piled them on the bed.
"Quickly change" Feng Kezhi warned Meng Lanting, then stepped out and leaned against the door to wait.
"Miss, you look so polite, he is your man."
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The landlady was still frightened, glanced at the door, and asked in a low voice.
Meng Lanting apologized to the landlady and told her not to be afraid.
He took off his wet clothes and exchanged them with her for a blue cotton-padded jacket.
The cotton-padded jacket was a little too big and didn't fit very well, but it probably belonged to the boss's daughter, so it could still be worn.
I changed into a pair of cloth shoes, wiped my hair, and walked out.
Feng Kezhi glanced at her, held her hand, led her across the threshold, and stood back under the eaves.
"Aren't you going to change?"
Meng Lanting asked him in a low voice.
"I'm not cold."
He turned his head and looked towards the port, concentrating for a moment.
In that direction, the sound of gunfire, which had stopped, began to become intensive again.
The roar of airplanes continued.
His brows furrowed slightly and he turned back.
"If we don't leave as soon as possible, the waters may be blocked by the Japanese fleet.
The Hong Kong governor is not willing to surrender easily, but the British are no match for the Japanese.
Kowloon should be lost soon.
My people are on Hong Kong Island.
Now the ferry is blocked” He pondered for a moment.
"I could have found a transmitter and tried to get in touch with them again.
But I'm afraid the ordinary wave band would be monitored, which would be even more dangerous.
Attaché Fang..."
He stopped.
"I hope he is safe and sound" The scene of the shipwreck is still frightening when I think of it now.
Meng Lanting thought of Military Attaché Fang's care for her along the way, and even Miss Zhong felt a little sad.
"He gave me the code book, just because he was afraid that if he and I were separated, I wouldn't be able to contact you.
I still have the code book with me.
If there is a transmitter, I can help you contact them."
Meng Lanting took out the wet little book that he kept close to his chest and just put it in his pocket.
Feng Kezhi looked slightly relieved and nodded immediately: "That's good.
I'll go find the transmitter right now."
In the direction of the Kowloon Fortress, guns and artillery roared, and bombers flew over from time to time in the sky, picking up targets on the ground and dropping rows of bombs.
The sounds of explosions were heard one after another, open flames were ignited in the direction of the power plant, thick smoke billowed in the air, and power was cut off in many places.
The streets were full of people running around like headless flies.
Some people were hiding at home, closing the door tightly, hiding in corners in fear, hoping not to fall on the roof of their home.
The streets that were still bustling with people early in the morning are now beyond recognition.
Feng Kezhi led Meng Lanting across the street and walked against the street to the telephone exchange with passers-by.
When he wanted to check if there were any transmitters available, a low-flying bomber flew over and dropped several bombs along the street.
Afterwards, there was another ruin in the firelight.
Because they were close to the center of the battle, almost no people could be seen in this area.
On a stone arch bridge across the river, a group of Japanese engineers suddenly appeared, marching in this direction.
Feng Kezhi stopped, dragged Meng Lanting, and quickly walked behind a roll of bamboo mats rolled up against the corner in front of the bamboo craftsman's shop, and made a silent gesture toward her.
The space between the bamboo mat and the corner of the wall was narrow.
Meng Lanting stood with his back against the corner, facing him, with their chests and abdomen almost touching each other.
Even though he was wearing a cotton-padded jacket, Meng Lanting could clearly feel the moist and hot body temperature coming from him.
A familiar feeling from the past suddenly seemed to be awakened.
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His breath was filled with his breath.
For a moment, she almost felt slightly dizzy.
I heard the sound of neat footsteps getting closer and closer, and suddenly I woke up again.
I calmed down, held my breath, and stayed motionless in the corner.
The sound of footsteps finally faded away.
Meng Lanting slowly exhaled and was about to stand up straight when suddenly his ears felt hot.
He lowered his head, his lips attached to his ears, and said in a low voice: "My gun has passed through the water.
If I use force, it may explode.
There is one.
The Japanese soldiers are behind.
I'll get a gun.
Don't move, let alone look."
He raised his hand, gently turned Meng Lanting's head inwards, and walked out immediately.
Meng Lanting was nervous and curious.
He couldn't help turning his face away and looked out through the gap between the bamboo strips and the wall.
A Japanese engineer stopped and stood on the side of the street, with his back to this direction, and was peeing towards the threshold of the house facing the street.
After finishing, he pulled up his pants and turned around.
Suddenly he saw a person standing behind him, his eyes staring at him.
He was shocked.
He subconsciously turned his head and looked at his companion who was not very far ahead.
He held the gun and opened his mouth to call out.
At this moment, Feng Kezhi stepped forward and violently twisted the Japanese engineer's neck with both hands.
He exerted force and with a click, the other man's head tilted to one side, his cervical vertebrae had been twisted, and his body suddenly went limp.
Feng Kezhi already had a dagger in his hand, and slashed the throat of the Japanese engineer who was not dead yet.
The blood spattered and he fell to the ground.
Feng Kezhi quickly dragged the man to the bridge, took his hand and gun, checked the bullets, then kicked the body down the river, put away the gun and dagger, and walked back towards Meng Lanting quickly.
Meng Lanting's heart was beating fast.
Seeing that he was back, he hurriedly stood up straight.
Feng Kezhi grabbed her hand and took her, continuing to walk towards the telephone exchange.
When we finally got there, as expected, the telephone exchange had been bombed beyond recognition, and there were broken walls and ruins everywhere.
Now that I'm here, I won't be willing to go in and take a look.
The gate collapsed completely, completely blocking the way in.
Feng Kezhi kicked open the window, took out a hole that could accommodate people in and out, carried Meng Lanting in, and then got in himself.
The pillars in the original hall collapsed, and large parts of the ceiling and floor collapsed, hitting the ground.
Several legs were exposed below.
They were all motionless and must have been dead.
Feng Kezhi protected Meng Lanting by his side to prevent the top of his head or the wall from collapsing again.
He led her around the deceased to check the location, and finally found the transmitter that had fallen to the ground in the corner.
The telegraph operator was not dead yet.
He was lying on the ground with a collapsed stone slab on his body.
Hearing the sound, he let out a weak moan for help.
Feng Kezhi moved the slate away, took off the other party's tie, and tied the blood vessels in his thigh that were not bleeding.
Meng Lanting carefully picked up the transmitter, set it up, blew away the dust falling on it, checked it, and found that the shell was somewhat broken, so he tried to turn it on, and unexpectedly the light came on.
She immediately put on her earphones and sent Feng Kezhi's instructions to the other party in codebook language.
But it was soon discovered that the machine was still broken and the power became extremely small.
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Such stability, let alone Hong Kong Island, which is more than ten kilometers away, even within a few kilometers nearby, it may be difficult for the other party to accept it.
Meng Lanting tried several times, but couldn't send it out, so he had to turn it off and said to Feng Kezhi, who was looking at him: "I think the oscillation coil broke.
I learned a simple repair before.
There should be tools nearby.
I'll take it apart and take a look. look."
Feng Kezhi asked the radio operator, rummaged through the ruins, and finally found a toolbox in the cabinet that fell to the ground.
Meng Lanting took apart the transmitter and found that the coil was indeed cracked.
I finally found a transmitter, but I couldn't send the message smoothly.
If I can't send it out, I'm trapped in the precarious Kowloon, and I can't get in touch with the contact person on Hong Kong Island.
If you stay a day longer, you will be risking more.
One can imagine Meng Lanting's frustration.
"Don't worry.
If it doesn't work, I'll help you find a place to hide first, and I'll go to the fortress.
The British must have a transmitter."
Feng Kezhi immediately comforted her.
Listening to the rumbling sound of guns and artillery coming from the direction of the fortress in the distance, Meng Lanting frowned slightly and suddenly remembered something.
He looked around and his eyes fell on the radio that had not fallen down yet, and his heart moved.
He hurriedly asked him to bring the radio.
"It should be a substitute.
I'll give it a try."
She took out the oscillator circuit from the radio, removed the coil, and replaced it in the transmitter.
After a lot of work and struggling for nearly an afternoon, the message was finally sent out smoothly.
After waiting for a moment, the green light suddenly flashed.
Meng Lanting hurriedly received it, copied it down, and quickly translated it.
His people said they had received his instructions.
At eleven o'clock tonight, according to the backup plan prepared before to prevent accidents, we will pick him up at the abandoned pier in Qizhou, Kowloon.
Meng Lanting breathed a long sigh of relief and handed him the message.
Feng Kezhi glanced at it, raised his head, stared at Meng Lanting who was looking at him with a smile, nodded slowly, stretched out his arms towards her, squeezed her hand tightly, and said in a low voice: "It's not close to the dock.
Let’s leave now.”gd1806102: