I'm a night owl, once codenamed Asaami, an unlucky guy who was tricked by my boss into becoming the head of the National Security Bureau of the Chinese Governor's District, and I'm also a high-achieving intelligence talent.

As a middle-level and high-level officer in the bureau who was taken away by the Commission for Discipline Inspection for investigation, and the previous director was far away from Mingguo's receiver, I naturally lack capable assistants and subordinates. It will take some time for the new young people to get familiar with the business, and now I can only rely on my outstanding professional skills to solve all kinds of complicated problems.

For example, I personally ran from Lushun to the base camp of the middle line of the East Pestle on the island of Kyushu in Japan, and arranged the trap of the Void Fortress with my newly appointed deputy director.

Of course, this "trap" does not refer to some inexplicable things such as "laser turrets" and "gravity traps" that my deputy director often talks about, but a flesh and blood grinding disc with a large investment and a big return.

If the plan succeeds, we only need to pay some "not so much" price to completely solve the middle line of the Karatsu Army, which is like a maggot on the tarsal bones.

Well... However, for some reasons that are inconvenient for this plan to be made public, the fewer people who know about it, the better.

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Right now, I'm in the Void Fortress, a walled city built on the south side of the Void Hidden Mountain.

Two days of overtime work led to a large hole being dug into the rammed earth wall to the south of the fortress, like a wine urn that had been cut in half. Large piles of earth that had been pulled out and brought to light were piled up to form a mound several meters high.

I sat in the shade of a tree next to Mr. Du Zhi-an, a demolition specialist at the Jeju Army School who had been drafted into Nagasaki after the "Trojan Horse Project" (Note 1) was formally established, to calculate the charge and deployment location needed to blast the city walls.

At this time, he was wearing a cool summer coat and a straw hat, leaning against the trunk of a tree to cool off, and a draft book full of calculations was in his hand.

"Professor, the explosives are all loaded."

A young man in a shirt ran to report. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and his short hair was neatly combed on his head, and he looked very bookish.

The old god Du Zhi'an looked at the green leaves above his head on the ground, waved his hand and said, "You let those widows backfill the soil, and the rest of the mud is packed into a box and ready to be taken away." ”

The young man nodded in agreement, turned and trotted back to deliver the order.

I looked at Du Zhi'an and smiled, "Professor Du, is this your student?" ”

Du Zhi'an glanced at me and said casually: "The graduate students who came last autumn brought me here for internship." ”

As he spoke, he raised his body with some alarm and stared at me, "He has signed a non-disclosure agreement, and he has access to your plans." Also, don't beat his idea, he is qualified to work in the institute, don't spoil his future! ”

I subconsciously showed a gentle smile and said softly: "Don't worry, we have a lot of respect for intellectuals. Your graduate student, we absolutely respect his personal opinion and will not interfere. ”

Du Zhi'an still looked at me suspiciously, with a clear disbelief but feeling that his students would definitely not be deceived into the National Security Bureau and did not want to entangle too much with me, the head of the secret service, so he had to nod.

I smiled and put a sun hat over my face, thinking that of course I can't force your student to join in, but if I am allowed to contact him for five minutes, if I can't convince this student to live in an ivory tower, then I might as well quit my job and go into business.

In the direction that Du Zhi'an and I were facing, the Japanese soldiers of the two companies who had been selected to refill the city walls were still working in the sweat, stuffing piles of previously dug earth back into the walls, and camouflage and painting the surfaces under the guidance of technicians to prevent anyone from seeing that they had done anything in them.

Well, although these Japanese who work under the sun are certainly uncomfortable in their hearts, they are lucky after all.

In order to accomplish tangible secrecy, all Japanese involved in the charge project had to be taken away and kept under separate surveillance for a period of time until the Karatsu Corps entered the army.

And the rest of the people had to serve as bait to lure the big fish to the bait.

Well, but leaning under a tree and thinking about things doesn't seem to be my style of work. In this hectic pre-war preparation time, I should race against time to fight for the great victory of the Republic, and this is the attitude that a good intelligence front lurker should have.

So my secretary brought me a letter, a report from a mole brought to me by a dwarf ninja.

This is the secret information that I got from the mole only yesterday, and it details the offensive strategy that the Tangjin army is preparing to adopt and several semi-public plans.

Very much in line with the expectations of the staff officers, Tang Jin Fan really had to deal with the Void Fortress first. It seems that these short Japanese soldiers have learned the lesson of their last adventure and dare not swagger to expose their weakness and chrysanthemums in front of us.

I took a pencil and marked this paragraph, and asked the secretary to forward it to the staff for study, and read it myself.

This is followed by a long list of figures, on which are the supplies and consumption of the Central Line Legion in recent days, as well as some analysis of this by the Mole himself.

I looked at it with a frown. The numbers don't lie, and it's clear that Karatsu has carried out a thorough mobilization of the peasants in his domain, and the number of conscripts responsible for serving as cannon fodder has snowballed.

This is a factor that has the potential to have an impact on Kyushu's strategy, and it must be taken seriously.

So I marked it again, passed it on to the General Staff, and at the same time let the spies lurking in the Karatsu Domain get into action. These short-sighted guys didn't send the information in time, is it because they feel that these peasant cannon fodder has no impact on the war situation at all?

The last paragraph is the Mole's suggestion to "can you stop him from attacking the Void Fortress". Once again, this clever spy explained from a new perspective that he could do more for the Great Song Dynasty while he was alive, trying to feel the reason and emotion to get me to allow him to find a way to remove this position.

Oh, when I don't know how important he is? Let him attack the second batch so that he can grow better.

Thinking of this, I looked up at the city gate. There was a group of Japanese soldiers who didn't have to work and grinning at their compatriots who were still moving bricks and filling the earth, and from time to time there was a burst of laughter from "unlucky guys" or something.

I looked at the Japanese people who were watching with their arms crossed, and I couldn't help but sneer on my face.

I'm smiling happily now, I don't know what your cannon fodder will look like when the action starts.

Note 1: "Operation Trojan Horse" is the general term for a series of programs that have been laid out around the Void Fortress. Well, I chose the name because I somehow felt that it resembled a Trojan horse.