In the stealthy Malayan jungle war against the British, slim, scar-faced Yang Kuo slipped in and out of villages and rubber plantations under a dozen aliases, and boasted to Communist comrades that five British imperialists had died for each of his assumed names. From rain-forest hideaways, he trained and indoctrinated terrorists with such skulking zeal that he rose to the post of secretary of his state committee and finally to the job of vice secretary-general of the Malayan Communist Party.
One night last week a patrol of rifle brigade troopers, accompanied by special branch officers and tracker dogs, saw shadowy figures...
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