The cold wind blew constantly, and the turbid floating clouds made the sky gray, making it so cold that it was so cold that it was breathless. The streets of the county seemed particularly deserted and depressed. On the walls facing the street, the words "building the Greater East Asia Co-prosperity Circle", "a paradise of kingly ways", and "long-term martial arts fortune" kept hurting the eyes of the people.

Not long after dusk passed, but darkness came to this county town too early, much darker than the countryside. The lights shaking in the night wind were pale and like a ghost blinking. The Japanese patrolmen's nail boots tread across the streets heavily, and they were like trampling on people's hearts. The cold light of bayonets and the green eyes of wolfdogs appeared in the darkness. This color, this sound, and this smell reminded people of the scene of the underworld in the virtual. The shops closed early, and people thought about it briefly. The ancient county town was silent angrily, condensed in the dark like fossils.

Dongshi is the most prosperous area in the county. It is next to the intersection. There is a two-story building facing north and south. On the one-meter-long sign, there are four big gold characters engraved: Xianju Restaurant. The upper floor of this restaurant is a elegant seat with soft chairs, round tables, green gauze screens; downstairs are a mass seat with square tables and thick stools, which is the largest restaurant in the county.

It was during dinner, and the small spoons and small spoons in the kitchen of Xianju Restaurant collided, making a pleasant sound. The fragrance of scallions, ginger and garlic frying pans drifted in half a block, but the door was heavily guarded, and ordinary diners dared not move forward at all.

The layout of the upstairs has been updated and arranged according to the Japanese's interest. The antique literals hanging on the four walls of the hall, such as Dong Qichang's "The Goddess of the Luo River", Ren Bonian's "The Prophet of the Duck in the Spring River", Xu Beihong's "The Eight Horses Pictures", etc. It has long been gone; instead, with the colorful paintings of Mount Fuji with bright scenery, the colorful and colorful cherry blossoms are particularly eye-catching. The branches are blooming and colorful. It is like a pot of rouge pouring onto the painting, with almost no gaps, as if just a gust of wind comes, billions of petals will fly all over every corner of the hall.

Half an hour before the banquet was left. In addition to the host of the banquet, Saburo Kimura and the VIP guests to be entertained, all his officers and accompanying guests were here.

The hall was like a pot of boiling water. It was noisy and boiling, and the noisy "Greater East Asia March" was broadcasted from the phonograph, the noise of the officers and the teasing of the prostitutes. They stirred together in an unusually inconsistent manner, passing through the open windows, and rushing into the night sky. These rough and stupid Japanese soldiers were always like this. Whenever they had the opportunity to get together, they would chuckle, just like maggots in a cesspool. They always had to rush around if they had something to do, for fear that the whole world would be calm and the world would not be in chaos.

But in this lively atmosphere, the center of the conversation between the officers is still the banquet tonight.

"Haha, Master Kimura is so lucky." A long-faced officer said to his companions around him: "It is so lucky to be promoted from the Grandmaster to the Nakasaka and was awarded the Sunrise Order of His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Yes, his official fortune is as prosperous as His Majesty's martial fortune." The officer with a thick black beard responded with a sigh, then quickly glanced around and said with a bit of mystery: "Do you know who is coming to serve as Your Excellency Kimura's assistant?"

The long-faced officer noticed something from the expression and tone of the beard, shook his head. He moved his body forward and put his ears closer to the beard's mouth.

"It's Koji Kono." The mustache whispered.

"It's him!" The long-faced Jun's face was stunned. He couldn't stop his ear for a while and blinked his thick eyelids.

Japanese officers were in awe of Koji Kono, which was not without reason. Koji Kono was born into a Japanese aristocratic family and was also a talented person in the intelligence community. The influence of the imperial spirit, the upbringing of family ancestors, the experience of his predecessors and colleagues, his hobbies and attainments in Sinology, and the luck of the imperial era made Kono, who was involved in the secret service community, have a long-standing study of China's various aspects of the situation and is very famous in the intelligence departments of the North China dispatched military.

Not only that, as a senior agent, Kono was treacherous and cruel. Years of intelligence work have made him develop a strong sense of self-sustainment, and is good at hiding his inner complex feelings, and can quickly turn calm in anger. His anger is often hidden in a simple and kind smile, causing the other party to fall into a trap unexpectedly and unconsciously. Among his Japanese colleagues, he was nicknamed "Mountain Diao".

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the venue, and amid the craze of the army Chen's fanatical cheers and applause, mixed with the sound of swords and horse boots, Kimura Saburo accompanied a Japanese officer into the hall.

Saburo Kimura is in his forties. He has a short and fat body, a round head and square face, a fat neck, and a thick body, like a bucket. His face is full of flesh, and his smile is gloomy and hideous, which fully proves his violence and confidence. The brand new and straight tweed military uniform, Linlang's dazzling medals and medals, even the thorny mustache. He walked with his chest and a bulging belly, turning his fat and short neck with difficulty, and waved his hand constantly, smiling, proud and confident.

Walking along with Kimura on one shoulder was Koji Kawano. His appearance was exactly the opposite of Kimura. He had a tall figure, thin waist, thin shoulders, fair skin, slender neck, thin eyebrows and long eyelashes, sharp chin, quick movements, and calm behavior. Suddenly, he looked like a gentle and easy scholar. Only by observing carefully can you find that the two eyes covered by the slender eyebrows emitted a gloomy light, as if two unfathomable traps.

Kono's figure and appearance are rare among Japanese officers. Some people say that he is very similar to the temperament of the Chinese. His colleagues who hate him often grasp this and attack him as not a pure Yamato descendant. It is precisely because of these, plus his fluent Chinese, that Kono has deceived many eyes, which makes his work very easy.

All the officers and guests at the meeting stood up solemnly, and countless eyes gathered on Kimura and Kono.

Kimura took a step forward and clapped his hands slightly. The loud military music suddenly stopped on the same note. He first introduced the new commander Kono to everyone, and used a complimentary saying to promote the Emperor Wuyun Longevity and Jiro Kono's outstanding achievements, and then asked Jiro Kono to speak.

"Everyone, in the 14th year of Showa, the third year of Greater East Asia's jihad, the millions of cavalry of the Imperial Army had swept across half of the rivers and mountains of China. Chiang Kai-shek's Chongqing regime could be destroyed in an instant..." Kono Jiro spoke endlessly, and his arrogant and confident voice echoed in the hall.

"...Relying on the divine power of His Majesty and the protection of the Bushido spirit, solving the China problem is just around the corner..." Kono Jiro finally encouraged all the officers present to serve the emperor loyally, drive to East Asia, and put his name into the book of the Chinese Holy War in golden words. His Majesty will never let down every real warrior. He repeatedly devoutly wishes the imperial Wuyun-Holy Master, and wishes the Bushido spirit to last forever and be carried forward.

Jiro Kono's speech sensation throughout the venue. The Japanese officers were deeply intoxicated by the glorious prospects of the war of aggression against China and deeply intoxicated by their future official fortunes. They danced and looked like crazy and frantically, and bursts of cheering sounded throughout the hall.

After a carnival, the banquet finally ended. The officers who were dizzy from drinking all kinds of wine teased the prostitutes again and staggered and gradually left. The hall, which had been rioting for a while, suddenly became deserted. However, in another secret room, there was another tense and secret activity. Only the activities here are the real central content of the banquet.

With a clamor, a Japanese staff officer opened the curtain covering the wall, revealing a large military map. Then, he walked out of the secret room and quietly brought it to the door.

Kimura looked at Kazuki Kawano, as if asking for the other party's opinions. Kono nodded knowingly, but was not in a hurry to say anything, but was silent. Several senior officers keenly realized from Kono's gradually burning pupils that a storm was coming.

"Everyone!" Kono finally spoke. The two short and powerful words that came up attracted the full attention of several senior officers. From that severe tone, they felt that Kono was about to announce a solemn mission to them as an authority. In this secret room, at this critical moment, he was the only responsible master. Several senior officers, including Kimura, couldn't help but be solemn and raised their chests together.

Kono said with a serious expression: "I am honored to convey to you the instructions of General Soichi Desunouchi, the commander of the Beichina Base Camp, and in accordance with the will of His Majesty the Emperor, we will shoulder a new and solemn mission."

"Long live the Emperor!" the officers shouted in a low voice but very firm voice, their chests thrust higher.

"Before conveying the instructions of the Big Ben, it is necessary to ask everyone to pay attention to the battle situation in Beichina. This may make our minds clearer." Kono said in a tone of lessons, and then reached out to pick up the pole.

"On the front battlefield, the Chongqing government is no longer worried about hiding a corner. What is worrying is that it is here-" Kono pounded the map hard and said word by word, "North-zhi-that!"

"The holy war has been going on for just two years, but, gcd, the Eighth Route Army's power in Beichina has developed amazingly and has begun to become a confidant of the Imperial Army; please see--" Kono pointed to the map skillfully with the map pole and said, "The Imperial Army has only formed a dot and line of resources, occupying only the transportation lines and large towns. In the vast countryside, the Imperial Army is still out of reach. The Eighth Route Army and other armed forces behind enemy lines are accumulating strength and expanding desperately. This is a great restraint on the strategic actions of the Imperial Army. Everyone, none of us want to humiliate the honor of the empire. According to the Chinese, it is: to strengthen the ambition of others and destroy our own prestige. However, we cannot ignore these iron facts." Kono paused for a moment, and his angry and slightly melancholy glanced across the faces of several officers. (This site...com Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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