The singing and dancing on the shore of Daming Lake is leveling, but the Kanto region thousands of miles away is already cold and cold. Everything has to start with Manchuria (Northeast), which is called the land of Longxing by the banner people.

After the Russo-Japanese War, Japan obtained the South Manchurian Railway and the lease of Luda (Lushun and Dalian) from Russia. This is the origin of the so-called "imperial Manchurian rights" in the mouths of many Japanese now. In the beginning, the Japanese were quite clear-headed. Hirobumi Ito, who single-handedly planned the First Sino-Japanese War, once said: "There is no doubt that Manchuria is not Japanese territory, but Manchuria is Qing territory."

Ito was not kind enough to be the spokesman for the Qing Kingdom. However, the politicians who had a little insight at that time knew that Japan was not sure that it would want to annex the Northeast on its own. However, the "Manchurian rights and interests" that Japan has already obtained must be safeguarded. In other words, they need to find an agent of their own interests in China.

So, a list of auditions was made. One of the candidates is named Zhang Zuolin. The reason why the Japanese attach so much importance to "Manchurian rights and interests" is that they are full of "affection" for the black land of "Manchuria," and they even believe that "Manchuria" is several times stronger than their own Dongying territory.

How good is "Manchuria". It is said that those who went hunting in the mountains in those days only had to scatter the rapeseed they brought with them on the way, and after a while they could go down the mountain to harvest the vegetables -- each of those greens was a big one, and none of them weighed seven or eight pounds. Not to mention the minerals that can't be counted, let's just say what Japan lacks and what it has. Of course, they don't know that there is a Daqing oil field, otherwise it is difficult to say whether they will be possessed by Galeries Lafayette to challenge the British ghost animals in World War II.

However, what makes people dumbfounded is that the revolutionaries in southern China once had an idea that seemed completely unbelievable: let the Manchurians go back to the Northeast, and we don't want the Northeast! Why? "Expelling the Tatars and restoring China", our essence is the "Eighteen Iron-blooded Provinces" of the Central Plains. Eighteen provinces are enough, what is the use of a place where such a "Tatar" as the Northeast lives.

After the Wuchang uprising, the Hubei Military Government was proclaimed. The revolutionaries of the South put their ideas out in the form of raising a flag: the Eighteen-Star Flag. On the red flag, there are a total of eighteen stars, and there is no "full" on it, and of course there is no place for the Northeast. Thankfully, Joe's cannon was later changed to an alternative Star-Spangled Banner with red and yellow stripes resembling the American flag and a white sun on the upper left, but the Eighteen-Star Flag was still retained as an Army flag.

At that time, the Northeast was indeed facing two possibilities: one was that after the fall of the Qing Dynasty, the Manchus followed in the footsteps of the Mongols in the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties, withdrew from Guanwai, and confronted the government of the Republic of China; The other is to simply kick out the Northeast, "sell" it to the foreign powers, and then get them to "support the revolution", as some southern revolutionaries say.

Either way, it means that the "chicken head" in the Northeast will be separated from China's territory from now on, so the Oriental rooster we see today will most likely be a "headless chicken".

In the face of this situation, perhaps the most breathless and heart-pounding people are the Japanese. If it's the latter, then great, you don't want me, even if it's "buy". Taking a step back, even if it is the former, the Manchus built "Manchukuo", which is no different from the one that Pu Yi did later, and sooner or later it will still be controlled by me, and it is only a matter of time before "Manchukuo" becomes a puppet state like Chao Xian. No, my heart is about to jump to my throat, and I really can't wait to jump over the other side immediately and hug the Manchuria that I have been thinking about for a long time.

In the end, however, neither possibility materialized. Because after the fall of the Manchu government, the Northeast was still controlled by a native Han of the Northeast.

Lao Zhang started as a bandit (called Beard in the Northeast) and robbed his family, even among the large and small warlords in the Republic of China, this background is really a little unspeakable. Compared with his old opponent Cao Peishan, the direct boss, it is even more dwarfed, people are at the level of show talent, and "Spring and Autumn" is read like a treasure. It's good that the hero doesn't ask where he comes from. In those days, those who couldn't mix up were called bandits, and those who could get mixed were called bosses.

There are two theories about Zhang Zuolin's ancestral hometown, one is Shandong, and the other is Hebei, anyway, no matter where it is, there is a fact that is very clear: his ancestors came from the eastern part of the country. The fate of those generations can be glimpsed in Li Youbin's version of "Crossing the Guandong". In fact, at the beginning, Kanto did not need to "break". It is an active recruit. In any case, Lao Zhangtou's feelings for the black land are still very real, and the Japanese want to annex the Northeast from him, which is basically the only way to go. However, after the Great Depression after the Russo-Japanese War and several earthquakes at the beginning of the century, many Japanese people have formed an urgent desire to find a new land, and that black land is what they see as the New World.

The Black Dragon Society is even more of the vanguard, anyway, there is the Intelligence Investigation Division of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in the northern provinces, and there is the General Intelligence Bureau of Kawashima-kun in the south, and the imperial intelligence agencies there have taken root, and the roots extend to all walks of life in China. Because of the large number of Japanese people in the Northeast, it is not the focus of the two major intelligence agencies. Of course, the Black Dragon Society will not turn a blind eye to this situation, and Touyama Mitsuru specially sent Hashimoto Takamori and Heijo Kazuo, whom he had cultivated in recent years, to the Kanto branch of the Black Dragon Society in Mukden. The Black Dragon Society's original foundation in the Northeast was very good, and the Feng Army's old and rough fighting skills were not successful, and their counter-espionage ability was not as good as fighting, so the development of the Black Dragon Society's Kanto Branch was very smooth, and even Xiao Liuzi had the senior entrustment of the Black Dragon Society to work.

"Nobi-kun, what's going on?" Looking at Yasuo Nobi, who was shot in the thigh and abdomen, Kazuo Heijo, the veteran general affairs chief, was very surprised, but Takamori Hashimoto next to him was born in the Japanese Army, although he concealed his experience, but the ability to save himself and rescue himself on the battlefield was still there, so he hurriedly put the documents on the desk to the ground, picked up the crumbling Nobi who had lost blood and put it on the table, and quickly took out the surgical bag and bandages, medicine box and other things from the cabinet. Place two brushes in Nobi's mouth.

"Lights." While his subordinates kept pointing, Hashimoto also shouted.

"Ah, Oh." Heijo was not slow to react, and turned on the lamp in his hand, illuminating the area around the wound.

The lancet under Hashimoto's hand also cut the muscles of his thigh, and Nobi shook violently in a semi-unconscious, and the two intelligence officers who came in with Yasuo Nobi hurriedly stepped forward and held him down. The sound of the sneering knife cutting the flesh and the low roar of the whimpering made Heijo, who was holding the lamp in his hand, goosebumps rise up and down layer after layer, and the shaking of the light made Hashimoto frown, and he glanced at Heicheng deeply, Heicheng felt a kind of pressure from the superior, and several middle-level people who came in later after sensing this also discovered this, although their expressions did not dare to be disrespectful to themselves, but obviously they would not have the idea of admiration. Heicheng hurriedly stabilized his mood, put on the table lamp, and continued to observe Hashimoto's surgery with a blank face.

Hashimoto's men were very neat, and a deformed bullet was removed and thrown into the paper basket with blood. Although the wound on the stomach looks scary, it is actually a bullet abrasion, thanks to the white rice in the northeast, some obese Yebi was not disemboweled.

After stitching up the wound and bandaging it, the ronin on duty had already invited a nurse from the Chinese clinic to give infusion and blood transfusion, and one of Hashimoto's legs, which had opened a double channel, was wrapped, and the wound on his abdomen was also wrapped tightly, and he completely fainted after losing his strength.

"What's going on? How could Nobi-kun be assassinated? As soon as Hashimoto, who was free, sat down, a veteran section leader asked.

"Baga, are you questioning the branch chief?" Heijo put down the lamp, moved his wrist, and heard that his cronies were actually disrespectful to Hashimoto, and he came up with a slap. He understood that after this incident, the large and small spies in the branch were difficult to shake by his admiration for the commander who personally rescued his subordinates, and he made a decision in an instant to maintain Hashimoto's authority, and he would either be promoted after his achievements, or let himself be rewarded for meritorious service together, and then whether he was succeeded or appointed to another place was a good starting point, which was much more cost-effective than tearing down each other with Hashimoto in this situation. This so-called cronie who doesn't have much ability and old qualifications just jumped out, and I'm so sorry for the audience if I don't treat him as a baby.

These intelligence officers and internal staff are still relatively simple, and they don't see the true intentions of Heijo Kazuo, but Hashimoto smiled faintly, although he understands, but as the number one, he generously accepts the deputy's overtures is what the superior should do, these were similar courses in the mysterious No. 71 training station before he was sent back to Japan, and the analysis of the mindset of ordinary Japanese also mentioned the strong worship complex of the Japanese, so his Heijo Kazuo's small abacus is not unexpected.

"Let's have a meeting." After speaking, Hashimoto, who turned around and entered the conference room, left a calm and capable back for his subordinates. Of course, several middle managers knew that they were summoned to come in and think of countermeasures together. Soon the conference room was covered with clouds and fog, and the lights were bright one night.

"Li Zhan, how many brothers are still profitable in this business, right?" A small man in a dogskin hat was lewdly huddled in the carriage of a carriage, boasting to the young man in a bearskin coat opposite. "It's not blown, even if Qiao Cannon and Wu Dashuai are there, as long as you give enough money, you can have two holes in one shot."

"Not bad." The young man said lazily, "But those brothers of yours are unreliable, why did they run away?" ”

"Phew, that Oriental man is really evil, as soon as he saw that his brothers didn't even take a shot, he immediately drilled into the mouth of the alley, and Lao Tzu's shot didn't leave his dog alive. It's really unlucky. The little man continued to mumble, as if he was a little reluctant to be the only flaw.

"Hey, no, it's been half an hour out of the city, why haven't you seen Xicheng Courtyard yet?" The small, bearded gunman finally noticed something strange outside, and couldn't help but poke his head out to look out into the field.

"Oh, I think it's too far to go to Xichengyuan, so I asked the coachman to bring a new road, which is close."

"It's been almost an hour, and it's still close?! Where is it close? The little beard who pulled his head back from the window only to find that the road was getting more and more desolate as he went.

"It's a little far from Xicheng Courtyard, but it's close to where you're going."

"Where?"

"Your resting place."

The little man was surprised to find a well-loaded pistol in the hand of the big young master, and a round of fire flashed from the muzzle, and a bullet broke free from the restraints, passed straight through the little man's head, and flew out of the window with his last doubts.