Xixia dead book

Chapter 104 The Lost 1964 (41)
"Hehe, that's why I can't bear to part with my beautiful wife. Before, which department did you work for?"

"Counterintelligence in Leningrad."

"Let me talk, it really is in the office, but this is strange, you did a good job in Leningrad, why did the headquarters send you to perform this task?"

"Because before I joined the KGB, I served in the 39th Group Army of the Baikal Military Region, and I also visited China once. Of course, these are just superficial articles. Only the chief knows the real reason. Maybe I offended someone. ..."

"Oh! Have you ever been to China?" Buldenko interrupted Makarov and asked.

"Yes, but that was a long time ago, a painful and terrifying memory." Makarov frowned.

"Painful and terrifying memories? What's going on?" Burdenko asked curiously.

At this moment, after listening to Buldenko's question, Makarov suddenly had the urge to confide in him. He really wanted to confide in this colleague who had just met him about his bizarre experience in China, but his ears quickly Shelepin's admonition to him sounded again, "No! I can't say it, because it is a state secret."

"Oh! Since it's a secret, I won't ask." There was a moment of silence in the carriage.

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After a suffocating silence, Makarov broke the silence: "Which department are you in?"

When Buldenko heard Makarov asking himself, he sneered for a while, and Makarov felt uncomfortable all over. After laughing, he only heard Buldenko say: "Ask me, hehe! I have stayed in so many places. Well, there have been a few ups and downs, I first served in the frontier defense force under the General Administration of Frontier Defense, speaking of which, it’s pretty close to where you served.”

"Baikal?"

"Yes! The desolate and cold Siberia and Baikal have been places where prisoners have been exiled since ancient times, but our place is closer to the border."

"and after?"

"Later, I made a contribution and was promoted to the General Bureau of Frontier Defense, and then I was kicked out of the General Bureau because of a mistake. In this way, I was transferred to the No.13 Bureau."

"Thirteen bureaus! I have been here for several years, but I have never heard of a No.13 bureau under the KGB?"

"Yeah! Of course you haven't heard of it, because the No.13 bureau has been cancelled."

"Cancelled?"

"Well, the game was cancelled, and I was kicked out again. After that, I entered the tenth place."

"Is it the tenth department responsible for managing files and documents?"

"That's right, it's that ghostly place called the 'Archive Office', where I keep company with a pile of yellowed files every day. I worked there for three years, three full years, precious youth!" Buldenko couldn't help lamenting. .

"Seeing that you are not much older than me, I can't imagine that you have so much experience."

"That's not all. Two years ago, I was transferred from the Tenth Office to the First General Administration."

Makarov was shocked when he heard that, "The First General Administration, that's the place to collect intelligence from outsiders. Have you been sent abroad?"

"Hmph, I was sent abroad, but it's not Vienna, Paris, or London, the capital of spies you imagined. It's the remote and desolate Mongolia. There is no grand ball as you imagined, clouds of beautiful women, and no secret meetings. , chasing with a speeding car, let alone get any valuable information; meritorious deeds and awards never belong to me, and the only things that accompany me are the Gobi, grassland and wind and sand, some boring, worthless little information, false information." I can hear it. , Buldenko is full of complaints.

"No wonder we were asked to go together this time. I understand a little bit. First, we have both stayed there before and are familiar with the situation there. Of course, this is a high-sounding reason. Second, we are all excluded people. I think this is the reason." Probably the real reason." Makarov suddenly had the feeling of encountering a bosom friend.

"Hehe, you're so right, that's what happened when you said it. However, there is one thing you may not have thought of!"

"what?"

"I simply don't believe there is anything to be gained from this trip to Mongolia, let alone sending our people to China."

"Yes! As far as I know, the Chinese border is now very tightly guarded."

"So, this time we mostly returned without success, which is not bad. If we make any mistakes, then... hehe, there is no 'guilt and meritorious service'!"

"Just now the chief said that you are 'deserving meritorious service' this time! What did you do wrong?" Makarov recalled what Andropov said to himself in the chairman's office.

Buldenko looked at Makarov and explained: "It's a long story, and I can't explain it clearly in a few words, but you will know it after a long time with me."

It seemed that Buldenko was unwilling to bring up this matter, so Makarov stopped asking, and soon, "Volga" came to the main building of Moscow University on Mount Lenin.

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Buldenko came to the School of Asian and African Studies of Moscow University. Unfortunately, the professor he was looking for went abroad to give lectures. Buldenko and Makarov came to the Gorky Library with some frustration. Here, he borrowed Several books on the history of Mongolia and China, including two books in Chinese, Makarov asked him curiously: "Do you understand Chinese?"

"I have learned some before, and it may be useful this time, but I have almost forgotten it now."

"I really don't see it. Not only are you rich in experience, you are also very knowledgeable, and your military rank is higher than mine. Who is in command of us this time?" Makarov said half-jokingly.

"Of course I'm following your command. I'm just doing my best." Burtenko replied unequivocally.

Makarov lingered in the vast collection of books in the Gorky Library. He casually opened a Chinese book, which was "Zi Zhi Tong Jian". A feeling of déjà vu, he thought of his Chinese friend—Liang, Liang Yunjie, I don’t know, how is he doing now?that dreadful night...

Makarov closed the book and closed his eyes. From then on, Makarov decided to start learning Chinese systematically. When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly remembered, where is Brdenko?Where did he go?
Makarov walked through the rows of tall bookshelves, looking for Buldenko, and came to the corridor outside. He found that Brdenko was talking to a strange man at the end of the corridor in the library. The man looked about the same age as himself. , a suit and leather shoes, a well-groomed beard, wearing glasses, and a scholarly look, Makarov thought: Maybe this man is a friend of Buldenko?He walked towards Buldenko and the man. Buldenko saw Makarov coming and waved to him in a friendly manner, but the strange man lowered his head, passed Makarov, and disappeared into the corridor. On the way, Makarov asked Buldenko suspiciously: "Who is this man?"

"An international student."

"Foreigners?"

"Yes! American, he is a bit introverted and sensitive, and he doesn't want to interact with people too much, so just now..."

"Then how did you know him?"

"Hehe, speaking of it, it's not a secret now. I can tell you that back then, I was in that unlucky Bureau No. 13, which has been revoked. I once monitored this American student. The higher authorities suspected that he was an American infiltrator. The spy who came in..."

"Wait! If I'm not mistaken, this kind of work should be done by our counterintelligence department, why..." Makarov asked puzzled.

Bourtenko laughed dryly, and replied: "Yes, this kind of work is usually done by the counterintelligence department, but monitoring this American student is indeed within the scope of the No.13 Bureau's work. As for whether other departments were involved at that time , I don’t know.”

"What kind of unit is this No.13 Bureau?"

"I can't say that because it's still classified."

"It's quite mysterious! It seems that we all have things that need to be kept secret from each other."

"Yes, since the day we joined the KGB, we have countless secrets that need to be kept. Until the day of declassification, no one can tell friends and family members, but in fact, the secrets we know are just icebergs One corner, we will never know the secrets of the entire KGB, no one else."

Buldenko's words made Makarov nod frequently, "Then what happened afterwards?"

"Later, we investigated for a long time and proved that there was nothing wrong with the foreign student, so we lifted the surveillance on him, because I had deliberately approached him during the investigation, so we are considered to know each other. Of course, I have no problem with him. His public identity is a middle school teacher."

"Middle school teacher? Hehe, he may not even know that he was investigated by you."

"Yeah, this is our job and our life. Sometimes even I can't figure it out." While talking, the two walked out of Moscow University and stood on Mount Lenin, overlooking the whole of Moscow. Their thoughts They have already flown to the far east, but they don't know whether this is a blessing or a curse?

……

The roar of the train interrupted Makarov's memory. The train they were going to board was coming.So, the four hurriedly packed their luggage and hurried up the mountain to the international train bound for the East.And Ilyukin waited foolishly at the airport with someone.

[No.18 Back to the East]

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On this international train bound for the East, Tang Feng, Han Jiang, Xu Renyu and Makarov happened to occupy a soft sleeper compartment. After the train left Petersburg, Tang Feng closed the compartment door and continued to the horse Karov asked about his trip to Mongolia, Tang Feng has been deeply attracted by Makarov's memories.

Makarov looked out the car window at the vast snow-covered plain, and his thoughts returned to the trip to Mongolia with Buldenko.

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An An-24 transport plane sent Makarov and Burdenko to the military airport in Irkutsk.After getting off the plane, Buldenko looked around and exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Oh! The vast Siberia, oh! The desolate Siberia, oh! Why do you always let me go! I am not a Decembrist, why? I want to be hugged by you too."

Makarov was not interested in Buldenko's exclamation. He stood on the airport and looked around. There was no one who came to pick them up, neither from the army nor from the KGB. Makarov frowned: "Is no one coming to pick us up?"

Upon hearing this, Buldenko smiled and said, "Come on, you still expect someone to pick you up and offer you salt and bread. Didn't you just say yesterday that this is exile in disguise! Here! Look over there... "

Saying that, Buldenko pointed to the apron at the end of the airport runway. Makarov followed Bultenko's hand and looked at a dusty, old-fashioned Mi-8 helicopter. At this time, Bourtenko Tenke said again: "Didn't you ask who will pick us up? That's it."

Makarov and Burdenko carried their bags and walked to the Mi-8 helicopter. As soon as Burdenko knocked on the door of the cockpit, the two pilots who were napping opened the door sleepily and glanced at the two of them. Asked: "Are you Colonel Burdenko and Major Makarov?"

The two nodded. Makarov took out his ID card and handed it to the pilot, but the pilot smiled at Makarov without looking at his ID card. He just said, "Sit down, you two. take off."

Makarov hurriedly asked, "Where are we flying?"

"Aren't you going to Mongolia?" the pilot asked back.

"Yes! Is it Ulaanbaatar?" Makarov asked.

The pilot smiled and replied: "No, we will go directly to the border between China and Mongolia."

"Ah! So fast." Both Makarov and Buldenko were greatly surprised. Sitting on their seats, Buldenko cursed, while Makarov was so preoccupied that he didn't say a word.

In this way, amidst Buldenko's curses, the dusty, old-fashioned Mi-8 helicopter took off.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the Mi-8 helicopter landed heavily on a desolate Gobi desert, and the blades rolled up yellow dust all over the sky. Makarov and Buldenko, who had been sleeping for several hours, were awakened at once.

"Where is this?" The two looked out the window, they were shocked by the scenery outside the window.

"Two, we are here!" The cockpit door opened, and the pilot smiled at them.

Makarov and Buldenko were already speechless by the scene outside the window, staring at the pilot in a daze, the pilot had no choice but to laugh twice, and explained: "Originally we were going to send you directly to China and Mongolia. A military base near the border, but there is a sandstorm blowing over there, have you seen it? A terrible sandstorm.” Then, the pilot made an exaggerated gesture, and then explained: “So, we are in We have landed here, and we are now at a landing site near Dalanzadgad, the capital of the South Gobi Province of the Mongolian People's Republic. We have notified the local garrison, and they will send a car to pick you up soon."

Makarov and Buldenko knew that it was time for them to get off the plane. They carried their bags and got off the plane. Before they could stand still, the helicopter's engine restarted, and the huge blades kicked up yellow sand all over the sky. Tiny grains of sand poured directly in from the collars, nostrils, and ears of the two of them. Just as Buldenko was about to angrily curse the two damned pilots, the yellow sand immediately poured into his mouth, and Buldenko quickly covered his mouth. mouth.

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The helicopter flew away, and the Gobi returned to calm. Makarov and Buldenko stood upright on the desolate Gobi, at a loss for what to do.The two sat on the luggage and watched the sun go down. When the last ray of sunlight sank into the horizon and the car that came to pick them up had not yet appeared, Buldenko cursed: "These sons of a bitch."

Makarov said worriedly: "In this Gobi, the temperature will drop sharply at night, and there will be wolves. If no one picks us up tonight, I can't imagine..."

Makarov's worries were not finished yet. In the distance, accompanied by the roar of motors, a piece of yellow sand was rolled up on the desolate Gobi. Makarov and Buldenko stood up. The car finally appeared.

A military jeep stopped in front of the two, and the driver was a captain. The captain said: "Major Makarov, Colonel Buldenko, please forgive us, we are late, please come with us."

Burdenko looked at the captain, took out the appearance of a chief, and asked majesticly: "Is your station far from here?"

"It's not too far, it's an hour's journey by car." The captain replied.

It's an hour's journey, but this hour's drive almost smashed the ass of Makarov and Burdenko. The road is full of desolate Gobi. When the lights came on, they knew they had finally reached the place.

This is a secret base set up by the KGB on the Mongolian side of the Sino-Mongolian border. It is said to be a secret base, but it is actually a few iron houses. All the personnel are added together, and there are only [-] people in total. The captain is usually the head here. Karov and Buldenko were sent by the headquarters, and their military ranks were higher than that of the captain, so they naturally became the leaders here.

Makarov asked the captain: "What are your main responsibilities?"

The captain replied: "We are only a few tens of kilometers away from the border. The reason why we are sent here is to assist the Mongolian border guards in identifying and investigating Chinese who sneak across the border from there. They are sent here, and after we have screened them, we will send valuable people to Irkutsk. As you know, the relationship between the two countries is very tense now, so recently..."

Makarov nodded and didn't ask any more questions. After a day of fatigue and extreme depression, he just wanted to sleep quickly. The captain arranged him and Buldenko into a well-packed iron house. People fell asleep, really tired, and soon, Makarov and Burdenko fell asleep.

Nothing happened all night. At dawn, Makarov and Buldenko were still sound asleep. Suddenly, there was a noise outside the tin house. The two sat up alertly almost at the same time. Makarov held a gun in his hand, Walking quickly outside the house, I ran into the captain who came in a hurry.

"What's going on?" Makarov asked sharply.

"We caught two Chinese who crossed the border!" The captain reported.

(End of this chapter)