At the beginning of the red sun, when the citizens of Shanghai were about to buy a newspaper of the day as usual, they found that the newsboys who were selling all over the major streets and along the streets disappeared overnight, and some people found a fixed place to sell them.

"Didn't they all say that the revolution was successful, why are they not even allowed to read the newspaper now?"

"This is clearly a dictatorial ......"

"In my opinion, this Chairman Jiang is not as good as the president of Beiyang back then......"

The citizens of Shanghai are accustomed to freedom, but now the right to read the newspaper has been restricted at first glance, and all dissatisfaction has turned into chatter gossip, and there is a great momentum of drowning Lao Jiang with spittle stars, but spitting stars cannot drown people, so the newspaper is still closed, and they feel a little peace in their hearts after scolding a few sentences and disperse in a hurry.

But not everyone is in this way, and the bird breath is suffocated in the chest.

At noon that day, students and workers suddenly took to the streets and announced that the workers were on strike and the students were on strike.

This caught the Shanghai Garrison Command off guard, and none of the military and police departments had made a plan in advance, so didn't it just close a newspaper and get in the way of your workers and students, and it made such a big noise.

However, a closer look at the slogans and slogans put up by the students and workers shows that it was not the newspaper hall that was closed, but the students took a clear banner, demanding that the authorities immediately release General Zhang and at the same time find out and severely punish the murderers of General Wu.

To suppress or not to suppress, Shanghai Mayor Wu Tiecheng hesitated, his instinctive feeling that this outbreak was not so simple, if the force was similar, I am afraid that the result would be even more counterproductive, and it would become more and more corrupt, but if measures are not taken and the turmoil is allowed to continue, Shanghai will soon be in chaos.

Wu Tiecheng struggled for a long time before finally making a compromise decision, the military and police were all dispatched, but not to suppress, but to maintain order, as long as the workers and students were honest, whether they were marching or shouting slogans, they could toss as much as they wanted, but if there were further deviant actions, they had to use force to resemble each other.

At the same time that Wu Tiecheng was entangled, passing through the East China Sea and the Yellow Sea, on one of the four large islands in the northeast of China, a lieutenant general of the 6th Army was also in a tangle, hatred and bitter pain, this person was the commander of the Ninth Division, Okamura Ninji, who was ordered in danger in the Battle of Songhu but was seriously injured by unspeakable injuries.

From the moment he woke up, he was destined to be humiliated and painful to be wrapped around Okamura Ninji like maggots on tarsal bones, and when he first woke up, he only felt extremely uncomfortable in some parts of his body, but he didn't think much about it, until in the toilet he realized that the baby he had intended to inherit was actually cut off by Saigen, and he realized what had happened.

It was also from that moment that he felt that the nurses around him looked at him with sympathy, pity, mockery and playfulness.

Okamura Ninji vowed to inflict the pain he had suffered on the head of the Shina people hundredfold, thousand, and ten thousandfold, and he would read the name and photo of the general of Shina every day, reminding him all the time that he had not avenged his great revenge and not giving up his life.

With the dignity of a samurai, he should no longer have a face to live in the world in the face of such a mutilated body, and only in this way can he suppress the thoughts of suicide that are constantly rising in his mind.

But early this morning, the news came from China like a bolt from the sky, and the general was killed by their own people.

Who was so cheap, robbing him of the glory that should have belonged to him, or the last way he could restore his dignity.

The squire's voice sounded softly in Okamura's ears.

"General Lin Mo wants to see the general."

Okamura Ninji was immediately pulled back to reality by the rage of meditation, and his gloomy face seemed to be able to drip water, and he snorted heavily.

"Got it."

The attendant knew that the lieutenant general of this gang village had a very strange temper, where did he dare to stay longer, and after a report, he ran away, and secretly slandered himself, maybe people with physical defects have strange tempers and are changeable and irritable.

Lin Mijuro looked at the emaciated Okamura Ningji, this young officer he used to be very optimistic about seemed to have changed in just a few months, the original momentum of moving forward and giving up who else has long disappeared in Gangcun, replaced by a yin owl and a chilling resentment, he sighed, people with physical disabilities will inevitably have this kind of change, Gangcun is Gangcun after all, he can get up from depression again, and he has not been knocked down by pain, which shows that he is still up to the task.

In the Battle of Songhu, many army commanders were punished by different Cheng dù, but Gangcun was different, and I don't know whether it was out of compensation for him or because the military high-level officials were kind to him, and they even promoted him to lieutenant general for the first time.

"Sit down."

It wasn't a formal meeting, but a private one, so Hayashi wore a kimono and sat on his tatami mat, casually taking the empty seat across the table in front of him, and asked Okamura Ninji to sit down and talk.

Gangcun Ningji is a military uniform, since the injury, his clothes are only military uniforms, because only this military uniform can make him a little more manly who is a little far away from him, he straightened his body and saluted, carefully knelt on the tatami mat, across the small table, looking at Lin Mi Shilang, hoping to get a little answer to the purpose of calling him this time.

Of course, the result was futile, but Lin Mijuro didn't let him wait long, and soon got straight to the point:

"China's own people are in chaos, and even the general of China has been killed by their own people."

Okamura Ningji's face twitched a few times unnaturally, and he said coldly: "The people of China destroyed the Great Wall by themselves, and the imperial kingdom saved a lot of trouble. ”

Lin Mijuro did not stop at the topic of General Shina's words, but said more deeply:

"According to reliable sources, some of the young Zhuang faction in the North China garrison army are planning a war, what does Gangcun Jun think?"

Okamura Ninji's facial muscles twitched a few more times, he was surprised, General Lin Mian called himself here for this, but what surprised him even more was that the garrison army seemed to have been out of the control of the cabinet and the military department, once upon a time, the various factions in the 6th Army of the Imperial Kingdom had also become warlords, and it was difficult for the authority of the central government to order and prohibit it.

Emotionally, Okamura Ninji was willing to go to war against China, but his position told him that he must be cautious in handling relations with China, after all, the imperial state had just annexed the northeast, and it would take three and a half years to digest it, and he believed that there was no need for more, as long as there were three years to digest the four eastern provinces of China, the imperial state would have the capital and strength to destroy China.

"What the general means."

Okamura Ninji immediately guessed the real purpose of Hayashi Mijuro calling him this time.

"The military department needs you to go to China."

Hearing this sentence in the mouth of Lin Mijuro, Okamura Ningji's pupils shrank suddenly, and when he became bigger, it seemed to be burning a raging flame, and he could return to the root of his hatred, and this root was revenge, and now that the general of the branch was killed by their own people, he would inflict this pain on other generals of the branch a thousand times, such as that Zhang Xueliang.

Lin Mijuro continued: "Gangcun-kun's mission to Tianjin this time is to stabilize your Ninth Division, and not to participate in the mutiny of the North China garrison, and now it is not in the interests of the Yellow State to start a war against China. ”

It turned out that when the troops were withdrawn in the Battle of Songhu, the 9th Division was transferred from Shanghai to Tianjin to strengthen the deterrence of Zhang Xueliang and Wu Xiaoliang, but the division commander Okamura Ningji was injured and Yan Zòng was taken back to the mainland for treatment.

The Ninth Division was originally holding its breath, once the North China garrison decided to mutiny, they would definitely be happy to follow, but this was by no means the perfect time to start a war against China, so they must be stopped, the commander of the Ninth Division, Okamura Ningji, was an excellent candidate to perform this task this time, although he suffered a big loss at the hands of General Zhina, but Lin Milling Shiro has always thought that he is a person who takes care of the overall situation, and believes that he will definitely restrain the hatred in his heart and safeguard the interests of the Yellow State, This is also one of the reasons why he made an exception to promote and reuse Gangcun Ningci.

Okamura Ninji rushed to Shina in a hurry this time, but this time it was not a merchant ship, but an armored cruiser that had just been launched.

The warship sailed eastward at twenty-six knots, and the split waves splashed on both sides, and for a moment Okamura almost forgot the pain of the maggots on the tarsal bones, but the voice of the attendant sounded out inappropriately.

"The general is about to arrive in the port of China."

"After the warship docked, all personnel immediately boarded 6, and did not delay for half a minute."

"Hayi."

Okamura Ninji thought about the repeated explanations of General Lin Mo when he was leaving, and his heart was full of respect, admiration and gratitude for his teacher-like boss, if it weren't for himself, he would not have been promoted to one of the few lieutenant generals in half a year by a large number of Imperial 6th Army.

When he was promoted to major general, there were many people who optimistically predicted that Gangcun would definitely become the youngest general of the Imperial Kingdom, or even the youngest marshal, thinking of Marshal Okamura Ningji's facial muscles habitually twitching a few times, this had become an eternal pain in his heart, because the 6th Imperial Army would not let a physically disabled person be a marshal, and he could only be a general in his life, no matter how outstanding his feats were.

The sooner he arrived at the headquarters of the Ninth Division, the sooner he arrived at the headquarters of the Ninth Division, the sooner he could control the situation, lest he do as General Lin had predicted.

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