"Oh, the Fifth Division has failed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" In a simple house on the outskirts of Seoul, Lieutenant General Kazuichiro Sonobe, commander of the 7th Division, gently placed the telegram in his hand on the table beside him, and spoke softly with an expressionless face.

"Your Excellency the Division Commander!" The chief of staff of the Seventh Division, Yoshio Oshima, suddenly stepped forward and nodded vigorously, "We have no reinforcements, the dispatch army has abandoned us, let's break through!" ”

"Breakout?" Lieutenant General Kazuichiro Sonobe slowly lowered his eyelids, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Where can we break through?" There are Chinese troops on all sides, we have lost all our heavy weapons, and we have also lost logistics supply lines, how can we break through at this time? ”

"Your Excellency." Yoshio Oshima took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Please leave your Excellency the division commander by plane overnight, I, Yoshio Oshima, am willing to stay here and bear all the responsibility for the defeat!" ”

"Oshima-kun." Lieutenant General Sonobe Kazuichiro shook his head slightly, and said in a bitter voice, "My head is not enough, your head is too light." ”

Several divisions, brigades, regiments and independent. The troops were crippled and surrounded in a small area on the outskirts of Seoul. Tens of thousands of troops had already been lost in the previous battles, and it was now expected that tens of thousands of encircled troops would be lost. In this case, even the heads of Lieutenant General Sonobe and Ichiro cannot bear this responsibility. Now the situation is obvious, as the highest-ranking commander in the encirclement, Lieutenant General Sonobe Kazuichiro has been thrown here as a scapegoat.

Moreover, Lieutenant General Sonobe and Ichiro had no other choice at all. For the Japanese army, such a major incident must have someone to stand up and take responsibility. With all the other high-ranking officers having fled to Busan, only Lieutenant General Kazuichiro Sonobe, who was under siege, was the most suitable. In order to prevent his family from being persecuted in Japan, his only fate was suicide. Now I want to turn over, unless it is Amaterasu.

There was a large group of high-ranking officers at the North Korean Dispatch Army Command in Suwon, and it was nothing to run. But at this moment, there is only one senior officer in this encirclement, he and Ichiro, how can he run? If you run away, won't you put yourself under a magnifying glass?

"Prepare all of you." Kazuichiro Sonobe opened his eyes and looked around at the many Japanese officers around him. Not only the 7th Division, but also many other remnants of the defeated troops who had been scattered gathered in this small encirclement.

"It won't be long before the Chinese launch a general offensive. Return to your troops as soon as possible, burn your flags, and prepare for the last moments. Kazuichiro Sonobe's words left all the Japanese officers speechless. Even the most fanatical Japanese officers had to sadly agree with the situation, they had no hope of survival.

After saluting each other and saying goodbye, the Japanese officers gathered in this humble temporary headquarters soon met in a "Kudanzaka." In the midst of the farewell sound, the planes bombed in the sky, and the fierce bombardment of the Ming army's long-range artillery on the ground sent off their respective returning troops, preparing for the final moment.

After everyone left, Lieutenant General Sonobe and Ichiro brought a bottle of sake and two glasses, and invited his chief of staff to have a few drinks under the atmosphere of gunfire outside.

"Oshima-kun." Lieutenant General Kazuichiro Sonobe, who was sitting cross-legged, took a sip of his delicate wine glass, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, "I heard that you are a kendo master, but this time I want to trouble you for being wrong." ”

The term "memorial error" refers to the traditional Japanese lapel-breaking ritual of a person who performs the act of mending the knife in order to avoid the severe pain of the disembowelment. Seppuku will be performed by a close friend, family, brother, or person who is skilled in kendo. It is quite an honorable thing for a person who is entrusted with the execution of a fault.

"Hi Yi." Yoshio Oshima took a glass of wine and drank it all, lowered his head, and nodded in a resolute voice, "It's an honor to be able to make a mistake for Your Excellency the Division Commander." The swordsmanship is outstanding, please rest assured that His Excellency the division commander. ”

Lieutenant General Kazuichiro Sonobe slowly lowered his eyelids and put the glass to the corner of his mouth and sipped it gently. After a moment, he whispered, "Then please." ”

The two sat silently on the ground, just silently drinking. The sound of shelling outside the house was getting closer and louder. The sake bottles beside the two of them also became more and more swinging. By the time it got dark, the sound of artillery outside the house was deafening. Through the window, you can see the bright spots of light that are constantly flickering outside.

"Squeak~~~" A young ensign officer pushed open the door and walked in. After saluting respectfully, he said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency, the Chinese army is already approaching. ”

"Hmm." Lieutenant General Kazuichiro Sonobe slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the young ensign, "Have the flags of each department been burned?" ”

"Your Excellency." The second lieutenant respectfully replied, "All the wings have returned, and all the wings have been burned." ”

The military regulations of the Japanese Army stipulate that if the military flag is present, it will be established, and if the military flag is lost, it will be sanctioned. Therefore, the military flag is an extremely important thing in the Japanese army, and it is necessary to select one of the best second lieutenant officers of the wing to serve as the standard-bearer, and set up a special military flag guard squadron to protect it. The flag of the Japanese army was awarded by the Emperor of Japan himself, and its symbolism was far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

When the Japanese army was in danger of being annihilated, the first thing to do was to burn the flag, and under no circumstances would it let the flag fall into the hands of the enemy. Especially at this moment, this kind of surrounding, in a desperate situation. The first thing the wings had to do was to burn the flags.

"Hmm." Lieutenant General Kazuichiro Sonobe nodded and waved his hand for the second lieutenant to leave.

"Oshima-kun, please." Lieutenant General Kazuichiro Sonobe stood up and saluted Yoshio Oshima on the other side and thanked him.

"Hi Yi." Yoshio Oshima stood up and followed Lieutenant General Sonobe and Ichiro out of the house and into the courtyard. Many young officers who had been waiting in the courtyard for a long time saluted and left, waiting quietly outside the courtyard.

A moment later, Yoshio Oshima shouted from inside the courtyard, "Long live the Emperor!" Then another gunshot rang out. The young officers outside the courtyard pushed open the courtyard door one after another and rushed in. Lieutenant General Kazuichiro Sonobe, who was dressed in a white kimono, was already lying on the ground with his head separated, while Yoshio Oshima shot himself.

Several officers stepped forward to wrap the heads of Lieutenant General Sonobe and Ichiro, and took the heads to break out in the night. Subsequently, many young Japanese officers who did not choose to break through committed suicide. The remnants of tens of thousands of Japanese troops encircled on the outskirts of Seoul were eventually wiped out.

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"The newspapers in the country have blown you to the sky." Wang Yan, who was wearing a colonel uniform, walked into Zhang Cheng's office in Seoul with a roll of newspapers, laughing and joking.

After defeating the Japanese Korean dispatch army and allowing Seoul to be safe. The Joseon king hurriedly took a plane from Sinuiju to Seoul on a plane of the Daeming Army Airlines. Weeping bitterly and thanking the great kindness of the Heavenly Empire. For the commander of the Eighth Army, Zhang Cheng, the most powerful man on the entire Korean Peninsula at this time, was even more incomparably stammered.

Zhang Cheng's headquarters was set up in Gyeongbokgung Palace, and he himself received the highest level of treatment. All kinds of treasures are naturally not more than to say, and the king of Joseon, Yi Kun, is the most beautiful place that will equip himself. Child. The palace maid gave it to Zhang Chengnuan. Bed. That's called flattery.

Zhang Cheng naturally accepted all of Li Kun's intentions, but he didn't have much time to think about North Korea for the time being.

"What do you say?" Zhang Cheng put down the pen in his hand, stood up with a smile, and came to the side of the wine cabinet to take out two glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

"It's all kinds of flattery and boasting." After Wang Yan sat down on the sofa, he shook the newspaper in his hand, and said with a smile, "Peerless famous generals, invincible, invincible, sweeping thousands of armies, world-class martial arts or something." That's all. ”

"Hey." Zhang Cheng, who has experienced the bombardment of the Internet in modern time and space, does not have much reaction to this kind of thing, and a little praise can't make him feel like a fairy. After sitting down on the sofa opposite Wang Yan, Zhang Cheng poured wine into the wine glass, took a sip of the wine glass, and was noncommittal.

"The most brilliant is the report of the Times, now renamed the Heung Kong Daily, by Qi Bing, the chief military correspondent. It's the same reporter who interviewed you in London. Wang Yan took a sip of his wine glass.

"Qi Bing?" Zhang Cheng frowned slightly for a moment, and said in confusion, "I don't have any impression." ”

"He wrote the most flowery, and I felt goosebumps all over my body when I looked at it. Looks like this is your admirer. Wang Yan smiled and spoke.

"Oh." Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes, holding the wine glass in his hand and shaking it gently, watching the amber wine shine with a dazzling luster in the wine glass. After a moment, he looked at Wang Yan and said softly, "I forgot an important thing. We don't have the power of public opinion in our hands. Now that the battle is won, they are all touting, what if it is defeated? Isn't it time for all of you to come up and step on me? I have a lot to do, and I must not lose my reputation. ”

Wang Yan's expression also became serious, leaned forward, held the wine glass with both hands, and said in a deep voice, "You're right, your reputation is too important now, and there must be no flaws!" We need the weapon of public opinion! ”

Zhang Cheng leaned over and picked up the newspaper that Wang Yan put on the coffee table, leaned back on the back of the sofa, and crossed his legs to look at it.

After a while, Zhang Cheng put down the newspaper in his hand and looked at Wang Yan, "This one called Qi Bing is good, and it is worth cultivating." I'll give you a special budget to buy some influential newspapers and media outlets, and set up a media company where this reporter named Qi Bing can be the editor-in-chief. Specifically used to say good things about me and hit competitors. When you make an acquisition, if you can't solve something, come to me. ”

"Okay." Wang Yan nodded vigorously. As an elite, he can naturally understand the huge role of public opinion. After thinking about it, he asked out loud, "What about the radio?" ”

"Radio is a bit difficult." Zhang Cheng frowned slightly, "I'll figure it out, just do it." ”

"I'll go back to China now." Wang Yan put down the wine glass in his hand, got up and tidied up his clothes and prepared to leave.

"Knock knock~~~" There was a knock on the door, and after the door was pushed open, a delicate figure wearing a hanbok leaned out. After seeing that Zhang Cheng had guests here, he playfully stuck out his tongue and said softly, "Sir, it's time to eat." (To be continued.) )