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At the end of spring in Shanghai, a warm breeze carried the scent of hope, quietly flowing through the streets and alleys, yet it could not dispel the last remnants of gloom within the Wang Wei Intelligence Agency. Lin Feng had steadfastly endured countless days and nights in this den of danger, like a nail deeply embedded in enemy territory. Despite enduring the erosion of storms and the tests of hammering, he had never wavered.
At that time, the internal investigations at the Wang Wei Intelligence Agency had become increasingly frantic, with fear gripping everyone. Each time Lin Feng stepped through the agency's doors, it felt as though he were entering a den of wolves and tigers; the probing gazes around him were like needles in his back, and hidden sentinels lurked everywhere. Yet, relying on his extraordinary composure and exceptional intelligence, he skillfully navigated through suspicion time and again, causing the enemies' doubts to fall flat.
In the dark, windowless archive room, dim yellow light illuminated mountains of documents and reflected Lin Feng's resolute face. He feigned concentration on translating Japanese materials while secretly selecting key information from confidential files—strategic deployments, troop movements, and material reserves from Japanese officers. Using specially crafted invisible ink, he meticulously transcribed intelligence onto paper as thin as a cicada's wing, hiding it in secret compartments of his pen and in the folds of his clothing. He waited for the right moment to pass it through prearranged secret contact points.
On the streets, those seemingly ordinary vendors and drivers were actually invisible bridges between Lin Feng and his organization. A knowing glance or a few whispered words allowed intelligence to flow like agile swallows, traversing layers of blockades to reach the Base of Resistance. Even with agents shadowing him closely, Lin Feng always managed to blend into the bustling crowd and cacophony of city life, completing daring intelligence exchanges right under the enemies' noses.
As the war situation shifted, the Base of Resistance welcomed a favorable wind for counterattack. The Eighth Route Army and New Fourth Army launched multiple offensives with reports of victories pouring in. The intelligence Lin Feng transmitted acted like a precise navigation device, guiding these battles.
During a crucial phase of preparing for a regional strategic offensive, Lin Feng intercepted top-secret information about Japanese officers urgently resupplying ammunition by sea and sending reinforcements. That night was thick with darkness; he evaded agent patrols and scaled walls like a ghost flitting through alleys until he reached a secret contact point. After delivering the intelligence, he realized his clothes were soaked with sweat; a cold wind blew through him like ice.
Based on this intelligence, the Base of Resistance quickly adjusted its battle plans. Troops set ambushes in key maritime areas along the Japanese officers' supply routes while underwater warriors deployed specially designed mines. As enemy ships sailed into this deadly zone, a series of deafening explosions shattered the calm surface of the sea; flames shot skyward as enemy vessels sank one after another. On land, guerrilla fighters used Lin Feng's provided marching routes for enemy reinforcements to set traps and leverage terrain advantages to strike hard at Japanese officers. Amidst gunfire and chaos, invaders discarded their helmets and fled in disarray.
The victory in this battle struck like a heavy hammer against the arrogance of Japanese officers and began to fracture unity within Wang Wei Intelligence Agency. Panic and suspicion spread like a plague within its ranks; former allies among traitors began to shift blame onto each other for self-preservation. Some even secretly extended olive branches to the Base of Resistance in search of escape routes.
Lin Feng keenly sensed this change and decided to capitalize on it by stirring up further discord within enemy ranks. He intentionally leaked some half-truths during agents' casual conversations about Japanese officers planning to abandon their puppets and retract their front lines—causing those traitors who had relied on Japanese support to feel insecure about their futures.
Simultaneously, Lin Feng collaborated with sympathetic members within his organization to sway several Wang Puppet Officers who still had some conscience left amidst despair over their situation. They secretly provided shelter for the Base of Resistance and assisted Lin Feng in obtaining higher-level secrets. During preparations for an important high-level military meeting among Japanese officers, Lin Feng discreetly placed miniature listening devices at key locations within the conference room with help from these collaborators. That very night after the meeting concluded, detailed operational plans—including attack timings and firepower configurations—were laid out before the commander at Base of Resistance.
Once again leveraging precise intelligence to strike first, the Base of Resistance left Japanese officers reeling from heavy losses. The string of defeats infuriated them further as they became increasingly frantic in their pursuit of insiders within Wang Wei Intelligence Agency. However, at this moment, Lin Feng had quietly woven a safety net for his escape under careful arrangements by his organization.
On a moonless night when chaos reigned within Wang Wei Intelligence Agency due to lax security measures, Lin Feng successfully evaded pursuit with cover from contact personnel and embarked on his journey home. As he traveled away from gunfire sounds replaced by laughter from American workers and children reading aloud filled his ears.
Upon stepping onto that hopeful land belonging to Base of Resistance, comrades embraced him warmly while cheers echoed into the sky. He vividly recalled those days spent lurking in darkness while dancing on blades’ edges. Lin Feng understood that he was merely one among countless revolutionary predecessors whose blood and lives had torn open a ray of light for their nation during its darkest hours—a light that illuminated mountains and rivers; surely their future path would be adorned with blossoms once more, free from shadows.
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