"It's supposed to be the Il-16." Toshiro Wankura said as he wrote in his notebook.

"Bang bang bang!" A slamming door sounded.

"Open the door, or they'll break it down in a minute." Toshiro Wankura said to Xiaobao.

Xiaobao opened the door.

Two men wearing blue hoops and large brimmed hats barged in.

This should be someone from the Soviet Internal Affairs Forces. Xiaobao has been in the intelligence department of the Kwantung Army for so long, and he has also learned a lot about the situation in the Soviet Union. Especially on the part of the army.

"Documents!" The leader said loudly. He said as he unconsciously glanced out the window.

Checking the documents, Xiaobao and Wankura Toshiro were not afraid. Manchukuo is a puppet of the Japanese, and the Japanese use Manchukuo's diplomatic system to do intelligence work, and they won't even let out a fart. So Xiaobao's documents are naturally genuine.

By the time two officers of the Soviet Ministry of Internal Affairs had checked their documents, the train pulling the dismantled plane had already passed.

"Have a great trip." The officer returned the papers to the two men and walked back.

"Wankura Nakasa, how do you know so many things? And how many languages are spoken? Xiaobao asked half-complimentingly, half-sincerely.

"My father was a first-generation diplomat in Japan. I have followed him to many parts of the world since I was a child. Of course, more of it was learned later. Toshiro said lightly.

With the current age of Wancang Shoulang, Xiaobao simply calculated.

"Your father must be a big man in Japan now, right?" Xiaobao asked.

"He has been at home for a long time. In today's Japan, whoever advocates xianzhengminzhu will die. Those brainless soldiers will really rush to the house and shoot. Even if they knew that they would be killed afterwards, they did not hesitate to do so. These crazy people! Wankura Toshiro said without hesitation.

Xiaobao couldn't understand what Wancang said. But he also heard that Wankura Toshiro was very dissatisfied with the current Japan.

The train pulls into Zabaikalsk railway station. It's a small place with only a few tens of thousands of people. But in the vast eastern part of the Soviet Union, it was already a small city.

Toshiro Wankura sat up straight and looked out the window. Near the railroad tracks of this coach is a train of wagons, loaded with sacks. Looking at the golden grains scattered on the ground, you can tell that the contents of the sack should be soybeans.

"Look at the sign should be German." After finishing speaking, Kura Toshiro took out his notebook and wrote it down.

"The Germans have been harvesting soybeans in the Northeast for several years. The price has made them go up a lot. Xiaobao said.

"I spent a few years in Germany as a child. Germany is a country with a strong chemical industry. Soybeans can be pressed for oil and can also be used to produce margarine. It can also produce medicines and so on. By the way, there are also military rations. Toshiro Wankura replied.

The train started again. A beautiful young flight attendant knocked on the door and walked in.

"Gentlemen, what do you want to eat for lunch?" The flight attendant asked.

"Eat whatever you have. Bread milk sour cucumber is good. Wankura said with a smile. He placed a lipstick on the table as if by magic.

"Beautiful young lady, when I went to the bathroom in the morning, I heard a lady flight attendant crying bitterly in the hallway. What the hell is going on? Toshiro Wankura asked casually.

"Alas, poor Nina. Her husband had just died in Finland. Goodbye, you can come to me if you need anything. The flight attendant turned and walked out.

When Xiaobao looked at the table again, the lipstick was gone.

Toshiro Wankura's eyes looked at a point of nothingness in the air.

"The strong always underestimate the resistance of the weak. The USSR was like that, so they got stuck in Finland. It's the same with Japan, so we're stuck in China. Wankura said to himself.

Xiaobao looked at Wankura Toshiro. Although he didn't fully understand what Wankura Toshiro meant. But he instinctively felt that among the Japanese, people like Toshiro Wankura were really dangerous people.

In the time that followed, Toshiro Wankura began to write down the terrain along the train in his notebook. Until it was so dark that I couldn't see the outside world anymore.

"Forget it, it's time for Lao Tzu to rest." Wankura Shuro put down the pen in his hand, and then handed the notebook to Xiaobao and said.

Xiaobao and Wankura Toshiro slept peacefully at night. In the middle of the night, when Xiaobao went out to relieve himself, he saw two soldiers from the Ministry of Internal Affairs who were checking their documents still wandering in the aisle. It seems that they are going to keep an eye on Xiaobao and Wankura Toshiro all the way to Chita or beyond.

That beautiful flight attendant sent another morning in the morning. Wankura Toshiro secretly gave her two pieces of soap.

The girl hid her body and went out with joy.

Xiaobao saw a lot of big iron bridges, big mines and big factories along the way, and even Wancang Shoulang couldn't stop admiring. But how can you not even have a small piece of soap? Xiaobao couldn't figure it out.

At noon, the train stopped at Chita Railway Station. Wang Chonghui, the clerk of the Manchukuo consulate in Chita, came to the railway station to pick up the people. People like Toshiro Wankura and Po should be considered diplomatic couriers. Of course, the true identities of Wancang Shoulang and Xiaobao, Wang Chonghui, also knows.

The car carried Wang Chonghui, Wankura Shourou and Xiaobao through the streets of Chita. The whole city seems to be stuck in a forest. From time to time, patches of larch forests appear.

"This is a forest. Even now there are only 120,000 people in the whole city. But the area is very large. Wang Chonghui introduced.

"Lenin Avenue is ahead. The command of the Transbaikal Military District is located there. Wang Chonghui continued.

Toshiro Wankura sat up straight and stared out of the car window.

The four-storey building is very tall against the low wooden houses that surround it. In the middle of the courtyard stands a granite statue of Lenin.

Toshiro Wankura was a little disappointed. He didn't see anything.

In the event of a war between the Kwantung Army and the Soviet Army. Then the Post-Baikal Military District from the west, and the Far Eastern Military District from the east like two sharp knives from two directions.

The reverse is also true. The Kwantung Army could cut off the Trans-Siberian Railway, the main artery of the Soviet Union to the Far East, in one fell swoop if it went north.

Along the way, Toshiro Wankura constantly recorded the geographical situation along the railway, and also prepared for this strategic goal.

The car pulls into the consulate. Toshiro Wankura and Bauma meet with the intelligence team secretly set up here by the Intelligence Department of the Kwantung Army.

Xiaobao handed the codebook to the head of the intelligence team, Lieutenant Xiao Xijun.

"Is there anything new during this time?" Toshiro Wankura asked.

"This is where the Mongols have lived for generations. Now there are a lot of Mongols here as well. After the Battle of Nomenkan, many Mongols in western Manchuria were shocked when they saw the Mongol troops fighting the Japanese army piloting planes and tanks. During this period, many Mongols crossed the border and came over. Lieutenant Lieutenant replied. ... Friends who read books, you can search for "Blue Chinese Network", you can find this site as soon as possible.