On the evening of December 2, 1937, the Japanese army was stationed in Shanghai.

Chaoxiang Gongjiu is very happy today because he has officially succeeded him as the commander of the 'Shanghai Dispatch Army'.

After the exchange ceremony with Matsui, he set some drinks and food in the room to drink with each other.

Looking at the old man in front of him who was wearing round glasses and looked like Sven, Chao Xianggongjiu felt a little disgusted in his heart.

However, he didn't show it, just kept saying some polite words. After all, the other party is still the commander of the 'Central China Front'.

Another reason why he held a banquet was to catch the wind for his nephew.

Sitting next to him was a young man of about twenty-five years. This person has a slender figure, white skin, and clear eyebrows, but a little cold.

The young man's name is Takehito, the son of the emperor, who returned to China after graduating from the Munich Special Forces Academy in Germany half a year ago, and personally organized and trained a group of special fighters in the special high-tech department.

He is here today because he has been ordered by the emperor to carry out a major mission.

"Nephew Wuren!" Chao Xianggongjiu looked at the young officer with a smile and said with a smile: "You just arrived here, why don't you rest for a day or two, I'll take you to see Shanghai Beach, this is the most beautiful place." ”

"Nope." Wu Ren shook his head and replied, "That matter is very important, and it is related to the fate of our great empire, I want to see it sooner." ”

Takeren turned his head to look at Matsui Shiranun, lowered his head slightly, and said politely: "Matsui sensei, I entrust you with your affairs, please pay more attention." ”

"As soon as I receive your telegram, I will arrange for a squadron to deal with it." Matsui Shiyin glanced at Chaoxiang Gongjiu, and then looked at Wurendao.

Chaoxianggong wine was slightly stunned.

"Report!" At that moment, a voice sounded outside the door.

"Come in." Chao Xianggong replied with some impatience.

A devil adjutant walked in, and after nodding and saluting to the incense tribute wine, he said to Matsui Shiranu: "Your Excellency Commander, I just received an urgent telegram from the Second Brigade of the Third Company of the Sixteenth Division. ”

The faces of the three people present changed, and Matsui Shiyin immediately stretched out his hand and shouted, "You take it and take a look." ”

When he finished reading the telegram, he immediately said to Takeren with some apologies: "Your Highness, I'm really sorry, there has been some change in the matter you entrusted me. ”

"Nani?" Takehito took the telegram.

Seeing that it was written on it, Yamamoto's squadron was on the way to Qinglong Mountain, in the mountainous area at the junction of Jiangsu to Wuxi, was defeated by a branch of the army, and the squadron leader Taro Yamamoto was shattered on the spot.

After reading the telegram, Takehito's face was cloudy, and after a while, he immediately said to Matsui Shiranu: "Matsui-sensei, you send another squadron there, you should know that this matter is very important." ”

"Of course I do." Matsui straightened his glasses and said solemnly: "I have been in China for so many years, not only to draw a map, but also for the emperor to ask me to investigate this matter. Now, I will order another army to rush to the location of Qinglong Mountain. ”

Hearing this, Chaoxianggong wine only understood a little.

He had heard the emperor's brother mention it before, but because it was a secret, he didn't dare to ask more.

Now, since I have become the commander of the Shanghai Dispatch Army, I think that I must know the ins and outs of this matter, and I should do something for the great empire, right?

However, he saw that Matsui Shiran, who was usually a little wrong with him, was present, so he didn't ask too much.

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Near a small village in Henglin Town, Changzhou.

The morning sun had not yet come out, and a faint layer of mist was diffused in the morning light.

"Today is the 3rd, leaving me with 10 days, no, the devil captured Nanjing in the early morning of the 13th, so there are still 9 days."

Thinking of this, Zhao Zilong shook his head and looked into the distance.

He was tired from the night's walk and wanted to find a place to rest.

Because most of the devils act during the day and camp and rest at night.

Therefore, although Zhao Zilong walked with barren mountains and mountains, he walked less during the day and more at night. If he encountered the ghost troops stationed, he would quickly bypass them.

After sensing that there were no people around, he found a small col overgrown with withered yellow weeds that was not easy for others to find, drilled into it, and rested in a special debugging method.

Every time he went to a place to rest, Zhao Zilong used a special way of pranayama to constantly adjust his state.

As an Assassin, he had to adjust himself to the best of his condition and use his best condition to face this difficult battle.

Bah, Bah, Bah......

Two hours later, he was suddenly awakened by the sound of scattered gunfire in the distance.

His brows were locked, and after Zhao Zilong sensed that there was no one nearby, he secretly poked his head out of the grass.

In the distance, he saw that the small village in the distance was now on fire and smoke billowing from the fire.

He looked at it again and saw that there were some little devils chasing and killing the villagers.

Suddenly, Zhao Zilong's eyes opened, and he immediately picked up the Zhongzheng rifle. However, after thinking about it, he still suppressed the anger in his heart.

Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of two figures on a high ground in the distance to the right. If you look closely, there are two devils, and one of them is holding a telescope in the appearance of an officer.

"Telescopes?"

Because the distance between him and that high ground was only about 100 meters, Zhao Zilong could see clearly at a glance what was in the hands of the devil officer.

At this time, the devil officer took the binoculars and looked around.

Fortunately, Zhao Zilong was hiding under the small mountain pass, and he didn't move, after the devil officer swept over this side with a telescope, he just stayed for a few seconds and then turned to look elsewhere.

It seemed that the desire to equip the rifle with binoculars had come to an end, and Zhao Zilong was secretly pleasantly surprised in his heart, but he was not excited by his mind and lost his cool.

He immediately observed his surroundings and found that behind the devil officer, in a clearing about two hundred meters away, there were some little devils resting, about fifty or sixty people, it should be a team.

A kilometer or so farther away, near the small village, there is also a team of devils walking back and forth, and I don't know how many there are in the village.

Around the hamlet, however, there are mostly empty fields and flat land, with little shelter except for a cornfield to the south.

Zhao Zilong's eyes rolled, and he quickly thought about it in his heart.

He thought that if he shot and killed the two devils, the gunfire would cause the nearby devils to know what they had found.

Even if you run over by yourself, it will take more than ten seconds in this uneven barren field. When he grabbed the ghost officer's binoculars, the team of devils also arrived quickly.

Within two hundred meters, the devil's marksmanship is relatively accurate, and it is difficult for him to completely evade it.

Even if he broke out of the encirclement of the devils, he would have to face the pursuit of the devils in the small village.

In this place with a wide field of vision, there are so many devils nearby, is there any way not to alarm the others, to kill these two devils, grab that telescope and get out of the way?

Thinking of this, Zhao Zilong couldn't help but purse his mouth.

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