In the early morning, the shadow of a ship appeared on the dark sea level in the distance.
The shadow became larger and larger, gradually approaching, and they merged smoothly.
Meng Lanting boarded the ship to pick him up.
After boarding the ship, she was arranged to live in a cabin with the best conditions.
The cabin is not big, but it is heated by a radiator, a single iron bed covered with white sheets, a bathroom with hot water, and a usable copper hair dryer.
Feng Kezhi walked her to the cabin door, told her to have a good rest, and went to the bridge himself.
During the long two or three months along the way, Meng Lanting's spirit has been tense.
Especially in the past few days after arriving in Hong Kong, he has been filled with worries, sorrows and joys.
Now he can finally relax and take a bath comfortably.
I took a hot bath, dried my long hair, and lay down on the narrow but soft bed beneath me, intending to fall asleep as soon as possible.
But she didn't feel sleepy at all.
The night sea is silent.
The small iron lamp beside the bed was always on, and the bulb emitted soft light, illuminating this simple but warm little space above the sea.
Meng Lanting leaned on the bedside and stayed awake, turning on the light and quietly reading a book he had brought back with him.
About half an hour later, she heard someone knocking lightly on the cabin door.
She immediately put down her book, got out of bed and went to open the door.
Feng Kezhi stood outside the hatch and his eyes fell on her.
She and he stood opposite each other in the door, with their backs to the lamp, and her long hair hanging down around her waist was dimly outlined by the lamplight.
The warm white flannel pajamas did not hesitate to show off the beauty of the hostess, and wrapped her body tightly and exclusively.
Only at the neckline, as if out of necessity, a small section of slender body that was best suited to withstand the lover's infatuated kiss was exposed. of clavicle.
Feng Kezhi's gaze passed from her face to her neck, and he calmed down.
Fang raised his eyes again, looked at her and said: "Lanting, the warship will go around the open sea and sail at full speed.
It will land at a safe place in Guangxi at about eight o'clock tomorrow morning.
Someone I’ll pick you up and arrange for you to take a flight directly to Chongqing.”
He paused.
"I will disembark early and cannot send you to Chongqing.
The war is not over yet, I want to go back."
His eyes passed over her again, hesitated for a moment, and said, "You should have a good sleep when you are tired.
There is no need to see me off.
Someone will call you when we get there soon."
After he finished speaking, he nodded towards her and turned around.
"I still have hot water here.
You go take a shower and I'll help you dry your clothes."
Meng Lanting said softly, opening the door completely for him.
Feng Kezhi stopped and said, "Okay."
He walked in.
Meng Lanting hung the clothes he had taken off in front of the radiator to dry after being heated by body heat for a day, and then hung them in front of the radiator.
He put on his coat again, opened the door and went out to ask the attendant to get the medical kit, and then sat on the bed with his knees in his arms. , listening to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom separated by an iron sheet.
After a while, he came out, shirtless, reached for his clothes, and Meng Lanting climbed out of the bed.
"The clothes are not dry.
Let me see the injury on your head."
Feng Kezhi shook his head: "It's okay.
My head is hard, there is only a small cut, and the bleeding has stopped."
"sit down."
He sat down immediately.
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Meng Lanting walked up to him, held his head, stretched out his hand to gently push his hair away, looked at the wound with blood clots under the light, and asked him: "Does it hurt?"
In the dim light, her body exuding a faint warm fragrance was leaning against him.
So close.
As long as he leaned forward just a little bit, his face would be able to touch hers.
"I almost fainted from the pain."
Feng Kezhi smelled the faint warm fragrance in his nose, slowly closed his eyes and said softly.
Meng Lanting opened the medicine box, dipped some cotton in alcohol, and cleaned his wounds.
Hearing him make a slight hissing sound that sounded like pain, he coaxed him: "You'll be fine soon.
Just bear with it."
"Um."
Feng Kezhi groaned, and gently pressed his forehead against the soft flannel skirt that wrapped her breasts.
Meng Lanting stopped his hand slightly, but did not retreat.
Instead, he continued to apply medicine on him, and finally covered him with cotton gauze to fix it, and the wound was treated.
He didn't get up, and still leaned his forehead against her arms.
Meng Lanting did not push him away, but still stopped in front of the half-naked young man.
He was sitting, and the girl was standing, and their silhouettes were projected onto the opposite wall by the lamp, like a peaceful silhouette.
After a long while, the man's shoulders finally moved, he raised his arms, slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed her body against his naked upper body.
"Lanting, I actually want you to accompany me."
He buried his face completely in her arms, rubbed it gently, closed his eyes and spoke vaguely.
Meng Lanting's knees felt weak and she fell onto his lap.
Feng Kezhi lowered his head and kissed the girl in his arms.
After a while, his breathing became rapid, he picked her up and walked to the bed.
As if unable to bear the sudden weight of the two people, the foot of the iron bed made a slight creak.
In this deep sea-like night, on a narrow iron bed in a cabin of this warship sailing at full speed, a young and strong man and his long-lost girl kept making love.
She had already taken his heart away.
In the past more than a thousand days, even though they were so far apart, he always thought about her all the time and couldn't control it.
At this moment, he was tireless and never tired.
Body and skin touch each other, sweat and body fluids blend together.
The man was like a slave kneeling at her feet, pleasing his queen in every possible way, but he also wantonly wanted her to please him.
It seems that only in this way can we completely fill up the frustration and crazy longing for her during the long days and nights of separation.
One night is not enough A lifetime is never enough.
Meng Lanting helped him put on the dry clothes one by one, sent him out of the cabin, and watched him step onto the deck and walk towards the transfer barge that was coming to pick him up.
It's not bright yet.
Morning stars are like dew, dotted on the dark blue sky in the distance.
He had already reached the connecting channel connecting the two ships, and suddenly stopped, turned his head, and brushed his hand towards Meng Lanting, who was still standing at the hatch, beckoning her to come in.
Instead of going in, Meng Lanting ran towards him.
Under the astonished gaze of the sailors on the deck, she ran to Feng Kezhi, threw herself into his arms, stretched out her arms to hug his waist again, and refused to let go.
The sailors didn't dare to stare face to face and turned their backs one after another, but they couldn't help but turned their heads secretly and kept glancing.
Feng Kezhi was stunned, then he hugged her back, slowly tightened his arms, hugged her, hugged her on the bow of the ship for a moment, turned back, looked at the ship behind him that was still waiting for him, and finally started to coax her. : "Feng Da, please go in quickly.
When you get there, I will come to see you often."
Meng Lanting opened her eyes, raised her head and stared at him, stood on tiptoes, kissed him gently, finally let go of her hand, watched him get on the boat, and gradually left.
At dawn, Meng Lanting also arrived at the port.
After landing, he was taken to a military airport and boarded a transport plane.
In the afternoon, he flew safely to Chongqing, passed through thick clouds, and landed on a flat sandbar.
I was sent to the place where I was about to start work.
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This is a secret building built on Xiaoxi Mountain.
Although it is surrounded by lush forests, for safety reasons, a huge air-raid shelter was dug out in the connected mountain to avoid the air-raid sirens that sound from time to time.
Meng Lanting only took a short rest for a night.
The next day, under the leadership of his assistant, he became familiar with the environment and the original staff, and then began to devote himself wholeheartedly to the work of replacing his predecessor.
What she is engaged in is monotonous, requires full concentration, and is extremely energy-consuming.
The busy and intense work that did not allow her any distraction, as well as the sharp air-raid sirens from the sky that she had to avoid from time to time, took up almost all of her energy when she was awake.
When she arrived, it was still a cold winter in the city, and the clouds hanging over the city lingered.
But now, the weather has gradually warmed up, and the sun is finally able to penetrate the clouds and illuminate the city.
Half a year has passed by in a flash.
However, the weather is getting warmer and the sun is shining brightly.
Such beautiful things have not necessarily been a good thing for this wartime capital and the nearly one million people living here in the past four years.
After bloody battles, the invaders were blocked from the Taihang Mountains and the Yangtze Jialing River.
Over the years, they were unable to move forward any further.
But their planes can fly over the city and bomb.
Without the obstruction of the wet and cold clouds and lingering fog, and in retaliation for the setbacks and failures they suffered on the battlefield in the past year, the invaders' bombing of the city became more and more crazy.
Planes are arranged in an echelon, arriving at any time, from morning to night, endlessly.
Meng Lanting has been working continuously in the air-raid shelter for nearly a month, day and night, without taking a step out.
From the first day she arrived, in addition to teaching students, a large amount of complicated information that may or may not be useful was collected in front of her every day.
She had to analyze one by one in the limited time, simplify the complex, eliminate confusion, and concentrate on studying valuable things.
This is technology, but also an intuition based on instinct.
During her four years in the United States, she learned Japanese in order to be better in the future and analyze the information she would face more intuitively.
Not long after she came here, before a large amount of complicated information, she noticed a set of strange codes that were accidentally captured, seemed to be irregular, but had some characteristics of the fax encryption system.
Intuition led her to focus on this set of accidentally obtained telegrams.
Most of the bombers took off from the Japanese airport in Yuncheng or Wuhan.
After patiently waiting and discovering several more times, in the past few months, in compliance with her request, the garrison headquarters sent people to sneak into two places and exhausted all methods.
Finally, last month, some were caught near the airport.
The precious long-wave signal was delivered to her.
Meng Lanting was fully immersed in seclusion.
Apart from eating and sleeping, he spent all the rest of his time studying these codes.
Late at night in May, the commander-in-chief of Chongqing Wei dragged his tired legs back to his office.
In the past two days, due to large-scale bombing, the power plant that had been strictly protected could not hold on and was damaged.
Half of the city's power grid was paralyzed.
The fire also burned for a day and a night, destroying more than a thousand nearby houses.
Just yesterday. extinguish.
He had just been summoned in the evening and was scolded and criticized for being incompetent.
Fortunately, his wife came to his rescue and said that he had made great achievements in battle before, but now he was helpless in this situation, so he managed to save some face and came back.
Just when he was feeling depressed, the secretary came in and said that Xiao Xishan had just called and asked him to come over.
He naturally knew what the people in Xiaoxishan did, and also knew the identity of the young woman who had returned from the United States.
When he heard that she had made the call in person, he hurried over regardless of the late night.
Meng Lanting handed him a set of recently intercepted and deciphered telegrams.
The commander took a look and couldn't believe it.
He hesitated and asked, "Mrs.
Feng, are you sure?"
Meng Lanting nodded: "I can tell you with certainty based on my expertise, you can plan your actions and reactions accordingly."
The commander left in a hurry.
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The next day, a piece of news spread across the country via wireless broadcast in a short time.
At six o'clock this morning, four aggressor bombers that took off from Yuncheng once again flew to Chongqing without anyone noticing.
When they were preparing to carry out a surprise attack, they were intercepted and surrounded by the National Army Air Force Brigade on the way.
The four aircraft All were knocked down.
Among the pilots who were wiped out when the plane exploded was an ace pilot of the Japanese Air Force.
He had not only participated in the air raids on Hong Kong, but also bombed Chongqing many times, and had shot down several of our planes.
He was guilty of many crimes.
The whole country rejoiced.
When the people of Chongqing, who had been suffering from bombing for a long time, heard the news, they felt a deep sense of bad breath.
They ran around the streets to tell each other, beat gongs and drums, and the whole city was filled with joy.
This night, Meng Lanting, who had been overloaded for several months, ended another day of work.
In the evening, Feng Lingyi came here in person to visit Meng Lanting and the staff, and conveyed her and her husband's appreciation and gratitude to her.
Everyone was excited.
It was late at night, and the colleagues from other groups and members of her group had all left and went back to their dormitories to rest.
She sat alone on the rock at the entrance of the air raid shelter, facing the distance, lost in thought.
A few days ago, she finally decoded the Japanese code she named "Aphrodite".
This is a set of almost perfect codes specifically designed to indicate the bombing of Chongqing.
The telegram begins with Aphrodite every time.
The other party's code makers must be very proud of the codes they created, so they named their sinful actions with such a beautiful name after a goddess who summons spirits.
The bombing failed this morning, and after the foreseeable subsequent consecutive failures, when chance became inevitable, Meng Lanting knew that sooner or later, the other party would be aware that the code was broken.
At that time, your invisible opponent hidden in the darkness will start to create new codes.
The Tao is one foot high, and the devil is one foot high.
But she wasn't afraid.
Although creating a password is easier than cracking it, creating a perfect password system that avoids any logical flaws is definitely not an easy task that can be completed in a short time.
As long as there are loopholes in logic, she is the one who preys.
She will keep working until that day when the final victory comes.
A gust of night wind blew.
She rubbed her face, which was tired from the long overload of work.
Having just suffered such a failure this morning, at least for the next period of time, bombers should no longer appear over this city.
When she got up and walked in, she didn't know that a car was driving along the driveway from the direction of the city to the foot of the mountain.
The car drove very fast, and its snow-white headlights illuminated the road ahead, racing like flying.
When it arrived, it stopped, and someone got out of the car.
He took out his ID from his pocket and showed it to the soldiers stationed at the entrance.
Click.
The soldier stood in awe, saluted with a bang, and stepped aside.
Meng Lanting returned to the air-raid shelter that was specially used for her work and rest, packed her things, and was ready to rest.
The air-raid shelter is very peaceful, like a silent world, a place suitable for thinking and being alone.
But compared to the ground, it is indeed not a suitable place to live.
Especially in winter.
When she first came here, she felt unbearably cold and damp even though there was a brazier burning next to it.
But now, as the weather gradually warms up, it is cooler and dry here, and she actually likes this environment.
She was packing her things and stopped when her eyes fell on a newspaper on the table again.
It was a newspaper from last week, but she kept it.
Reports say that an important city in Guangxi in the Ninth War Zone, after more than a year of fall, was finally successfully recaptured just last week after careful arrangements by the army and bloody battles by the soldiers.
Tens of thousands of Japanese elite troops also completely cut off the invaders' attempt to open up the maritime transportation route in Vietnam.
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This was a huge victory of extraordinary significance in the Southwest Theater.
One of the group armies made great contributions in this protracted war and was awarded the title of Iron Army.
The commander of this group army is Major General Feng Kezhi, the division commander.
The newspaper published a photo of him and some other generals at the top of the city on the day they recaptured the city.
The photo was a bit blurry.
But among a row of people also wearing military uniforms, Meng Lanting recognized him at a glance.
He was wearing an officer's uniform, his posture was upright, his expression was serious, his eyes were clear and powerful, as if he was looking directly at the person opposite through the photo. gd1806102: