True and False

"There were two possibilities. It all depended on Comrade Xiwen's injuries. If they could be treated in a short time, then he would definitely be at the Army Hospital. If he required long-term recuperation, then that would give us ample time to adjust—those who needed to evacuate would evacuate, those who needed to be reassigned would be reassigned, and we could redeploy. After ten days or half a month, even if Comrade Xiwen spoke, that intelligence would no longer be of much use. That was not what the Japanese wanted to see.

"So the more likely possibility is that they'll place Comrade Xiwen in a hospital with decent conditions but weaker defenses. The success of the last prison break gave us the courage to carry out large-scale operations. My ability to act will certainly be within their calculations as well. They'll definitely exploit that and lure us into attempting a rescue. Loose on the outside, tight within—they'll lay a net from heaven to earth and wait for us to walk into it."

After a moment of silence, Wang Yan spoke. In truth, he could not be certain either. Wang Manchun had been far too eager at the time, making it impossible to gauge the situation accurately, and he could hardly ask her directly. In fact, for Wang Manchun, whether Song Xiwen confessed or the Japanese agents ambushed them, either outcome would be good. Even if the Red Party's operation succeeded, they would likely suffer severe losses. And any major operation would leave endless loose ends, making it easier for the Japanese agents to launch a subsequent purge of the Red Party.

So he merely laid out the possibilities that the Shanghai underground Party organization had likely already considered. But it was not pointless talk. There were few fools fighting behind