Kofu, Japan.

It was late at night, the temperature dropped below freezing, and the thick clouds blocked out any light from outside the earth, but at the foot of the "abandoned mine", the lively scene was in stark contrast to the surrounding environment - the seemingly deserted and dilapidated railway station was illuminated by high-power searchlights, and there were five or six hundred people moving within a radius of several thousand meters, most of them wearing khaki military coats and armed with long rifles. There were also officers wearing sabers and railway maintenance workers wearing large blue-gray cotton jackets and white armbands. The railroad tracks that stretched into the distance had been cleared out of the snow, and before dark, there was only snow here!

Woo......

Suddenly, a long whistle pierced the silence of the night, awakening the life that lurked here. The people around the train station were eagerly awaiting, not only carrying a week's worth of rations and daily necessities, but also carrying the only contact they had with their loved ones – letters, perhaps written to their troops by family members three months earlier, that had been turned around and subjected to extremely strict checks before they could be transported here, and the soldiers stationed there were usually not allowed to write to the outside world. So, wanting to know if their family was safe, all their hopes were pinned on this weekly train.

The point of light traveled rapidly along the railway line, and only at close range could one see what was behind it—an ugly steam locomotive with a dozen or so train cars at the head, only one or two of which were passenger cars.

Seven or eight kilometers from the railway station was not beyond the warning range of the garrison, but there were far fewer soldiers patrolling here than on the railway station, and it was difficult for them to completely monitor the large areas on both sides of the railway, especially the pine forests that covered the mountains, and it was so dark that it seemed that it was difficult to find a way out when entered.

In a pine forest that was only half an hour's walk to the railway line, a few dark shadows seemed to have waited for what they wanted, and after the train passed quickly, they quietly moved a little more in the direction of the train station until they could get a rough glimpse of the situation through binoculars.

Soon. The blackened train appeared in the station lights and finally slowly stopped at the top of the platform, and the soldiers quickly moved into action, but they did not appear to be unloading the contents of the car, but carried out a very careful inspection of each carriage, which lasted about 10 minutes, after which the train restarted. Eventually disappeared into the darkness on the other side of the mine. Then, without warning, the lights went out in the train station, and everything around it was silently hidden in the night, and by the time dawn the snow would cover the new railway line again, and the station would still be the same shabby-looking station.

After a brief discussion, the shadows split into two parts, a small group of people quickly left, and the rest continued to move carefully in the direction of the mine. But they couldn't get to the train station to find out. Before dawn, some of them will inevitably step on the mines that the garrison has planted near the station, and the survivors will be able to escape from the garrison's roundup, not to mention moving on. But all this has become irrelevant, and those who left the place before have already brought out very valuable information.

Three days later, on February 2, 1929, the Chinese lunar year, more than 400 German Dornier 3 ultra-long-range bombers loaded with high-explosive bombs, incendiary bombs and chemical bombs came to Kofu again, but this time they did not drop their bombs on the city of Kofu, which was already in ruins, nor did they carry out high-altitude bombing with a low loss rate as usual, but targeted the "abandoned mine", although the targeted low-altitude bombing losses were far greater than usual. But the vast majority of more than a thousand tons of bombs fell within the target range. The number of these bombers did not live up to the number predicted by the Japanese designer. It failed to shake the core fortifications hidden deep underground, but while leveling all the stations, railways, and woods around the mine, it destroyed the radar, communication equipment, and most of the ventilation facilities on the Japanese bunker, and even more fatally, 9 of the 11 passages leading from the bunker to the outside world were blocked, which really frightened the people who stayed inside, including the emperor himself.

After convening discussions with the cabinet and key military officials, Hirohito made a decision on the same day: abandon this fortification, which cost tens of millions of yen, and move the imperial family, the head of government, and the military top brass to a safer place.

However, Hirohito's nightmare didn't end there. A cat can't burrow into a mouse hole to catch mice, but it can wait at the mouth of the hole, and this is an obvious truth that the world understands. The heads of the Imperial Family, the head of government, and the senior military officials chose another moonless night transfer, but they did not escape the eyes and ears of the Resistance, and these people planted explosives near a railway bridge from Kofu to Nagano, and chose to detonate them when the Emperor's special train passed. After arriving in Nagano, the emperor suddenly decided to continue north by car, and constantly changed destinations along the way, and the officers and soldiers who accompanied him suffered at best from some bumps, and the officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs who were responsible for arranging supplies and receptions along the way were miserable, not only to ensure the secrecy of the emperor's itinerary, but also to prevent the noble emperor from suffering from thirst and hunger and not being able to bathe every day, so they had to do everything in their power to meet the emperor's needs. At dawn on February 9, the Chinese New Year's Eve, the emperor's motorvoy finally arrived at Fukushima, the last stop of the trip.

For most Japanese, this is not a familiar place name, and in fact it is precisely because of its lack of fame, that German bombers have rarely been frequented since the beginning of the war. Since the emperor had decided to use this place as a refuge on the spot, the military department had not yet had time to build a decent defense facility here, so it had to use an ancient castle from the Warring States period as a temporary palace, while mobilizing engineering troops to select a site nearby to build a new underground base camp.

After a day of intense cleaning and decoration by the attendants, Hirohito and his family lived in this castle, which cannot be compared with the Imperial Palace in Tokyo in terms of scale, momentum and building materials.

On the other hand, in Pyongyang, the former capital of North Korea, Empress Chentiankai and a group of high-ranking generals met with the main personnel of the Korean Provisional Government, who had never heard of Chentian in another world due to the deviation of the historical trajectory. The person who was elected interim president was a 40-year-old middle-aged man with the same surname as the old Korean royal family, but he had nothing to do with the old royal family.

"Hello! Hello! ”

As in most diplomatic occasions, participants from both sides began by lining up to shake hands. In addition to the president surnamed Li, Chentian also met with nearly 20 government officials at or above the level of vice minister of the provisional government department and more than 10 senior commanders of the DPRK armed forces. Regardless of the high rank, all of them hid in the shadows not long ago as guerrillas or members of underground resistance groups. Therefore, he was neither calm nor very understanding of formal diplomatic rhetoric between his gestures, and he was also mentally prepared for these Chentian and his entourage, but when the translator translated some of the other party's words into the original text, the people in the venue still couldn't help laughing.

"Hello, Your Majesty! It's so nice to see you, have you had dinner? Are you still used to living in Pyongyang? "A general who looks like a farmer is very concerned about everyone's diet.

"Hello, Your Majesty! What an honor to meet you! This opening sentence is quite diplomatic, but the following greeting is a little localized: "Is your family okay?" Everyone has been in good health lately! May you all not get sick in the New Year! ”

In Chentian's eyes, these faces lacking aristocratic temperament are not lacking in the joy of victory, and their vicissitudes and old age record the resistance of the Koreans over the years. In this contrasting resistance of power. Countless people died, but their deaths did not extinguish the flame of revolution. Even when the most elite of them died in a foreign country, they never thought of giving up.

Looking at these heartfelt smiling faces, Chen Tian couldn't help but think of the story of more than 20 years ago, when those energetic and ideal North Koreans arrived in Germany by boat, the expressions on their faces were not so sincere?

The handshake ceremony continued, and the new ambassador to the DPRK, Sir Feng and Sir Secendorff, next to Chen Tian, introduced them one by one in order:

"This is Kim ......, the foreign minister of the interim government This is Park ......, Minister of Military Affairs of the Provisional Government This is ......"

The queue of more than 30 people was not long, and the people at the back did not need to be too anxious, watching this famous European king approach him step by step, some were excited, some were happy. Someone was nervous, but near the end of the queue, there was an unusual expression on the face of the German attendant.

It was a North Korean official about forty years old, with a melon seed face, a thin body, and a black dress, although the firewood was burning in the fireplace, the temperature in the hall was far less than sweating, not to mention that everyone else's hands were naturally drooping, only the official's right hand was unnaturally shrunk into the sleeve.

With keen insight and rich experience, the attendant officer in charge of the emperor's security quickly made a judgment on the situation in front of him, and he walked to Chentian's side quietly. In a low voice, in a secret language that only the attendants would use, "Ka! ”

"Cards!"

This word made Chen Tian understand the environment here for the first time, he nodded slightly, this action is also to instruct the attendant to implement the sixth of the royal family's emergency plan - the attendant turned around and glanced at his subordinates, a moment later, the attendant suddenly fell to the ground and shouted loudly "in pain", taking advantage of this opportunity, several tall attendants next to him quickly surrounded Chentian and escorted him away at the first time.

Completely different from the stunned gazes of other North Korean officials, the strange-looking official just now showed a deep loss in his eyes, and his right hand suddenly relaxed.

The high-level meeting between the two sides was postponed for a day, and in the only one day, the German security forces quickly eliminated the only security risk, and it was found that the official who was the deputy minister of industry in the Korean provisional government was in fact a Korean spy working for the Japanese, and the reason why he took such a great risk to work for the Japanese was because his parents, wife, and children were in the hands of the Japanese. (Full Text)