This famine, which did not exist in history, but ultimately caused two million Japanese people to starve to death in this time and space, was a complete disaster.

Yang Feng created a disaster alone.

In the midst of the surging domestic criticism and the accusations of the allies, especially Britain, which was also plagued by food, the US government quietly stopped MacArthur's empty salary, and even a large number of military rations originally hoarded in Asia were transferred to Europe, and in order to buy Yang Feng, he also supported 100,000 tons, and the soaring food prices also limited the purchasing power of the Japanese people, which was not strong, and the final result was that the current hunger was everywhere.

At this point, the bald man's initiative to repatriate the Japanese expatriates can be regarded as crooked, and the millions of people he sent back completely broke the already shaky balance of supply and demand, after all, it is also a mouth of millions of mouths, and there is not a single grain of grain reserves.

In fact, the situation in Tokyo is good, after all, this is the capital of the Japanese state, a large number of American troops are stationed here, even if it leaks from between their teeth, it is enough for the Japanese people to maintain the minimum heat needs, unfortunate are those remote towns, it is said that they have now gnawed the bark and grass roots, and some very rare places even have cannibalistic terrorist incidents, of course, these are not disclosed many years later, and now both MacArthur and the Japanese government are strictly blocking the news.

Just when Yang Xun was standing on the deck to admire the tragic situation of the Japanese people with the sigh of revisiting his hometown, the liaison who came with them, that is, the so-called zoologist, stopped on the dock with three Nissan trucks, and then thirty Jinyiwei agents got into the car with their own equipment boxes, and drove into a remote American military camp after a while, got off the car in a warehouse, and then closed the warehouse door, while eating the food prepared inside, the liaison officer, Major Horton, took out an aerial photo of a Japanese-style manor.

"This is the target's mansion, this is his usual bedroom, tonight he is sure to be at home, our truck will take you to the nearest junction, you can take care of the rest, our army will avoid this area for at least two kilometers through some necessary movements, but we will also rush to it when we receive the report, so we have a maximum of fifteen minutes for you. The target theoretically will not have firearms, of course there will be sabers, and it is not excluded that there will be guns, as a royal family, he has more servants in his house, and the police may rush there, but they don't have guns either, so you don't need to worry too much about resistance, try not to make the impact too bad.

After catching the target, you follow the route. ”

Horton then took out the map, pointed to a route, and said: "Our men will avoid this route when they rush, there will be two trucks parked right on the side of the road, you will take the car and drive to Niigata immediately, your other ship is waiting, our side will make some mistakes in judging your escape route, the main target of the search will be the merchant ships near Tokyo Bay, where the garrison will not receive orders until dawn." ”

After Horton finished speaking, he took out a few photos of Hatohiko of Chaoxiang Palace and distributed them to Yang Xun and others.

"Boss, how are we going to play?"

After he left, an agent approached Yang Xun and asked.

What extent does he mean to what extent, it is obvious that these guys are not ready to listen to the words of the rice people, Yang Yuan first wants them to come not only to arrest Hatohiko of Chaoxiang Palace, but also to make them play the name of Jinyiwei, after all, this is Jinyiwei's first official appearance, and the whole world must remember this name.

"How to play? Of course, it's fun! The verdict of Hatohiko of Asaka Palace is the Yi Jiu clan, so naturally he wants to leave no chickens and dogs at home! ”

Yang Xun said with a cruel smile, and then opened his box.

Well, his box was full of goodies, Uzi submachine guns, Beretta pistols, silencers, gas masks, protective suits, flashlights, flashbangs, shabu-lin-duke grenades, arson grenades with white phosphorus.

At the same time, the other agents also opened their boxes, which were obviously rich in contents, and these SS villains trained them smiled and looked at their equipment, and then closed the boxes again.

And in distant Yogyakarta, the battle has already begun.

"Comrades, for the sake of Du Li, for the sake of liberation, rush!" The commander of the Youth Army, Aidi, shouted as he opened fire on the opposite side of the MP40 submachine gun, and on either side of him, the SWD soldiers rushed into the ** line like a tsunami rag, and in the midst of them, BT7 tanks were under a dense load of bullets, driving through the paddy fields of the tropical water network, and the muzzles of the guns were constantly spraying flames.

"Resist, for the republic! Hold on, our reinforcements will be there soon! ”

And on the defense line of **, an officer was also holding a 100-style submachine gun and shouting.

But at this moment, suddenly a series of terrifying whistling sounds crossed the sky, and almost at the same time at the officer's location, a huge fire ball with a diameter of tens of meters exploded, and the officer and at least one platoon of soldiers beside him were instantly engulfed in flames, and when the flames and gunpowder smoke dissipated, only a huge crater remained.

"Suharto!"

A republican officer poking his head out of the falling dirt screamed in grief as he looked at the crater in the distance.

Well, the Javanese Du referee who originally killed countless Chinese in history was simply erased from history, and of course now he is just an insignificant small role in this war.

It's just a small company commander.

Just as Aidi, the leader of the Javanese Social Labor Party who had been shot dead by him in history, led his soldiers to rush up the trench with only bullet craters, Sukarno was standing bitterly in front of the window of his presidential palace, watching the columns of smoke rising in the direction of the battle line in the distance, and the terrifying whistling sound above his head that was like a train passing at high speed kept passing one after another.

On the sea more than 20 kilometers away from here, a huge battleship flying the sickle hammerhead flag is shelling the Javanese ** defense line with twelve terrible 305-millimeter naval guns, according to the coordinates transmitted by radio from the artillery observers at the battlefield.

Well, this is the battleship Gangut.

"Is this all we have to say?"

Sukarno looked bitterly at Hada, who was flustered and changing into a dirty old outfit.

"The Soviets are all in the war, what else do you want, maybe their army has been killed from Chiraza, you're fine, they still have to use you, I can't, there is only one way to die if you stay, it's still too late to escape now, maybe you can escape." When the time comes, just say that I did it behind your back, the Soviets need your prestige to show legitimacy, I will go to Sumatra, go to Nasir, and the Friends of the United States will not be with the Soviets. ”

Hada said hurriedly.

"And what about our Republic of Indonesia?"

Sukarno said sadly.

Hada sighed, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a heavy tone, "Take care!" ”

(Thanks to the book friend Zhige dezhi, Dark Night Maple, Xiaoxian Arita, Special Service 761 and others for rewarding)