Frankly speaking, on the battlefield of resistance against Japan, if the Chinese army had met and fought on a narrow road with the same Japanese army of equal strength, the situation would certainly not be optimistic. Under normal circumstances, the scales of victory usually tipped in favor of the Japanese army. The main reason for this is that while the strength of the two sides is equal, the Chinese army is relatively weak in other areas, such as weapons and equipment, soldier quality, logistics and fire assistance, etc., which are far inferior to the Japanese army.

Lieutenant General Yoshio Shinozuka, commander of the Japanese First Army stationed in Jinjin, vaguely remembers that so far, the ratio of kills to enemy has always been maintained in the battle sequence of the First Army at seven to one. In other words, with the equal number of both sides, the Chinese army would probably have to pay the lives of seven soldiers to take out a single Japanese devil.

For Commander Shinozuka, it was not easy for the First Army under his command to create such a record. But what he didn't expect was that the Kimura Jiwu Daisa, who returned from studying in Germany and was mainly engaged in special operations, actually reimbursed fifteen soldiers under the command of the Eighth Route Army one after another at the cost of the life of a special agent when his own troops were at an absolute disadvantage, which is simply incredible!

Commander Shinozuka couldn't help but secretly sigh that this battle, which only lasted twenty minutes, completely overturned the history of the First Army!

But in Kimura's view, this battle still can't be called a classic example. According to him, before the night attack on the General's Temple, he had set a goal for the first battle of the Secret Service: the ratio of casualties between friend and foe was 200 to 1. Unfortunately, he miscalculated. In the eyes of others, this may be a great achievement, but Kimura Jitake, who was deeply influenced by the German military and culture, did not think so, on the contrary, he was ashamed. You know, if the special operations that you have studied hard for many years can only cause such lethality to the enemy, then what is the point of your hard study in Germany in the past few years? The casualty ratio of fifteen to one was a piece of cake in his opinion, and if he was asked to command a wing to go to the countryside to sweep up, let alone fifteen to one, it would be easy to say thirty to one.

Kimura vowed to rebuild the confidence and morale of his operatives, and based on this, he would create a precedent for special operations in the Imperial Army. And he will personally lead his team members to create one classic example after another in the history of Japan's special operations in the future.

Sitting behind his desk, Kimura quietly wiping his saber in his hand, convinced that the moment would soon come, when he would make a name for himself in the Japanese military as the founder of Japan's special operations.

A Japanese military policeman walked into his office and reported: "Report, Mr. Dazuo, according to the news from the intelligence network of our First Army stationed in Taiyuan, there will be a small number of central officers and soldiers in and out of the General Temple of the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army recently, I wonder if this information is important to Mr. Dazuo?" ”

Kimura Jiwu didn't raise his mouth and asked, "What is the reason for the entrance?" According to the words of the Chinese, this was once a pair of old enemies who were incompatible with water and fire. If there is cooperation or alliance between them, the situation in the northwest of Shanxi will inevitably become even more serious......"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dazuo, our army's intelligence network did not disclose the reason why this Central Army entered and exited the Eighth Route Army Defense Zone. But in my opinion, they shouldn't have gone to the Eighth Road to have a party. ”

Kimura Jiwu smiled: "This statement is very interesting, although our enemy is inferior to us in firearms and equipment, he can still keep a cool head. They know very well in their hearts that the most important issue at present is how to deal with our great Japanese empire, and as for their internal contradictions, they still need to wait for the end of the Sino-Japanese war to be resolved...... On my orders, inform the Secret Service to assemble in the patio outside the door, and in ten minutes I will personally go to inspect it. Remember, wear all your gear as you assemble, not even a bullet will fall! ”

When the order to assemble was received, the operatives were gathering at the top of the mountain for prostrate training. When the gendarmes conveyed Kimura's order to them, the members of the special forces were extremely excited, and everyone knew in their hearts that Kimura Osa would not easily let them go to the assembly with all their equipment. At this time, the assembly order is given, and there must be a battle to be fought. It can be seen that the desire for war is not wishful thinking on the part of Kimura, and even his subordinates are like bloodthirsty beasts who show great anticipation and excitement for the cruel war.

Ten minutes later, Kimura Jiwu also walked out of the office completely clothed, unlike the agents standing in the patio, in addition to wearing * and daggers, he also carried a Japanese* with gold trim on his waist, which looked a little unusual.

"Well, I see some violence and murder in the eyes of each of you, and that's not good. You must know that you are not butchers who slaughter pigs and sheep, but high-ranking agents of the Empire; He is the pride of the Imperial Army; It is a business card of today's special operations in Japan; He is a practitioner of this new type of warfare. If you are familiar with the history of the First World War, you must know the Serbian youth who indirectly contributed to the First World War. I would say that there is no big difference between a killer and an assassin. But when you put an obscure killer and a history-making assassin side by side, the gap is not so great, and I hope that this secret service, which I have trained myself, will not be left in the dust of war. As pioneers of Japan's special operations, we are obliged to write the name of our country in the history of world special operations. According to the old Chinese saying: the winner is the prince and the loser is the loser, and this sentence is not an exaggeration to be applied to our secret service. For us professional soldiers, the worst outcome is nothing more than death in battle, and a few more urns will be placed at the Yasukuni Shrine afterwards. ”

Sato, the commander of the first battle group, said in a hoarse voice: "Your Excellency, please assign the task, who is our target for beheading this time?" ”

"Sato-kun Shao'an, don't be impatient, before assigning combat tasks, I need to correct your words just now. What I want to say is that our target this time is simply a little-known person, and even his station has not appeared on the map of Shanxi so far. This person is neither Mao in Yan'an, nor Chiang in Chongqing, nor MacArthur in Hawaii. Therefore, the actions carried out on this person are simply not enough to be called decapitation, and he is not yet qualified for this. In my opinion, the best explanation for him is not decapitation, but hunting, like cat and mouse. Jitake Kimura said meaningfully.

"Your Excellency, I remember you said that the original intention of creating the Secret Service Department was to change the tactics of war and create history. Since it's about making history, it's time to address the big guys who are manipulating the pattern of history, like MacArthur you are talking about. I'm intrigued by this guy and it is said that the corncob pipe he always holds in his mouth will bring him good luck. If I could, I would like to dive all the way down the Pacific Ocean to their naval base at Pearl Harbor, and when I catch that old bastard MacArthur, I'll personally cut off his head and take it with that corncob pipe to His Excellency Osa's desk as a souvenir. Hattori Shaosa, the leader of the third combat team, couldn't help but speak.

Kimura showed great patience and self-restraint, and he was not at all outraged by the Japanese Young Zhuang faction officers who were ready to make a move and disdained the orders given by Commander Shinozuka. On the contrary, he viewed these young officers from an appreciative perspective, and they still carried the ideals and aspirations of Japan to dominate the whole of Asia in the future.

"Sato-kun, Hattori-kun, what you said makes sense. I also questioned Commander Shinozuka who proposed this battle plan in the same way that you questioned me. Commander Shinozuka replied to me that this little-known man is currently slowly developing his own power in a vain attempt to create their own war history. In the near future, their combat targets will not be limited to the central or northwestern areas of Jin. They had greater ambitions to develop their own armed forces throughout Shanxi and even throughout North China. From this point of view, the potential possessed by this guy can be said to be infinite. You know, the headquarters of the First Army stationed in Taiyuan has already offered a price to buy out this person's life, do you know how much? ”

"A thousand?"

"Three thousand?"

"Ten thousand?"

Kimura Jitake smiled and shook his head, "You are all too unimaginative, but it's not your fault, because you don't know much about this guy. Let me tell you that the price offered by the Taiyuan Command for this person is more than 50,000 oceans. Prices may still be on the rise, and the money is enough to buy the best golf course in Tokyo. If one of you is lucky enough to have his head cut off, we can all gather in Tokyo to play golf and enjoy the pleasure of playing on the fairways after the war. ”

Hattori Shosa seemed to understand something: "Your Excellency, does Commander Shinozuka mean that in the current situation, the threat posed to us by the government and local forces in Shina is much higher than that of the US Navy in Hawaii's port?" ”

"That's what it means, we haven't declared war on the United States at the moment. That is, the United States has maintained a neutral attitude to this day. In other words, if our Navy is to replace the United States in taking over the control of the Pacific Ocean, it must first resolve the current war within China. Do you understand what I mean? ”

"Understood!" The operatives responded in unison.

"Okay, now listen to my orders, all of you get in the car! Target General Temple, go! "Kimura Jiwu is the final word.

……

Out of politeness, before Tie Haichuan and his subordinates arrived at the regiment headquarters, Yang Longfei and political commissar Xiao Zhiyuan went to the entrance of the village to wait. When the distance between the two was less than 100 meters, Yang Longfei found some clues. Good guy, this kid came to Lao Tzu's station with only one guard? You must know that from Pingyao County to the General Temple, you need to pass through three blockade lines set up by the enemy, and you must avoid the robbery of bandits from the Xiaoju side along the way. Yang Longfei couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart: Tie Haichuan, this kid is really a man. Looking at this posture, there is really a bit of a taste of imagination and going to the end of the world alone.

Tie Haichuan is also a person who understands etiquette, and at a distance of less than fifty meters from the two of them, he jumped off the horse with the guards with him, and strode up towards Yang Longfei, who was standing opposite, and hugged his fists and saluted: "Brother Long Fei, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you late?" ”

Yang Longfei clasped his fists and replied: "It depends on who you compare with, if you compare with the county brigade and district squad under me, then I can barely get by." But if I compare it with those of you who eat Chairman Chiang's imperial food, then I will be so cold, if I don't hide it from you, brother, I will soon become poor......"

Tie Haichuan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Brother Long Fei, this is not like your brother's life." I think when I was in Whampoa, your brother could be regarded as a money-spender figure, how did he get to the Eighth Route Army and tighten his belt to live? ”

Yang Longfei said with a sneer: "No way, our Eighth Route Army can't compare to your Central Army, even a three-year-old child can see it." You also know the peculiarity of our regiment, which has not been reorganized, and can only be regarded as an opposition unit. To tell you the truth, even Chairman Chiang's troop establishment table is enough to have the number of our regiment. Your brother is not an outsider, let me tell you the truth, in Shanxi, troops like our regiment are everywhere, and even his mother's puppet army dares to hang the signboard of an independent regiment. It's no wonder that Chairman Jiang's equipment has never been sent to us, if we are really impersonated by those two dogs, and then beat us with the guys in turn, where do you say we can reason? ”

Tie Haichuan couldn't help but laugh after hearing this, and laughed loudly: "It seems that although Brother Long Fei's identity has changed and his dress has changed, his fast-talking personality has not changed, and he is still so straightforward!" Eh, Brother Long Fei, what is this brother called, don't you tell me about it? ”

Yang Longfei patted Xiao Zhiyuan's shoulder and introduced: "I almost forgot, come, get to know each other." This is Xiao Zhiyuan, the political commissar of our Independent Regiment, a native of Tianjin, a great intellectual who came out of Nankai, and you are a serious fellow countryman...... Come, Lao Xiao, let me introduce to you, this is Tie Haichuan, the commander of the 89th Regiment of the National Army, who is also a native of Tianjin like you, born in the seventh phase of Huangpu, and went to Germany to study for a few years, and is one of the few regiment-level officers who have drunk foreign ink in the current 18th Army battle sequence. ”

Tie Haichuan shook hands with Xiao Zhiyuan: "Oh? In this way, Brother Xiao and I still have some origins. To be honest, when I was young, I also studied in Nankai for a few days, but I studied economics at that time. It's a pity that learning is not useful, if it weren't for the sudden 'Jinan Incident' in the 17th year of the Republic of China, Tie was angry and abandoned his pen and applied for the Huangpu Military Academy, maybe today's Tie Haichuan is not a soldier, but an economist like Ma Yinchu. ”

Xiao Zhiyuan smiled and said, "I didn't expect Regiment Leader Tie to have such an experience?" There is a saying that 'it is better to be a centurion than to be a scholar', and the Japanese are burning, killing and looting on our Chinese territory, and even reading and learning are afraid that they will not be at peace. To be honest, many of our Chinese scholars were forced to serve as soldiers by the Japanese devils. There is no way, the enemy has already set the road in front of us, either stand up and fight with them, or just stay and wait for death. Since both horizontal and vertical are dead, I think that all Chinese who have some conscience and bones will choose the former. Even if it is death, it is also a glorious death in the war to safeguard national unity and territorial integrity. ”

"Brother Xiao said it well, just like the military song sings: A man should be in serious danger, how can he let Ruguan miss this life? In troubled times, the Japanese are vicious, and all bloody men will not allow little Japanese children to and pee on our Chinese's heads! It's a pity that the situation is compelling, if the Chinese had their own kind, his little Japanese would not be rampant to this day! Tie Haichuan was also a little indignant as he spoke.

Yang Longfei hurriedly persuaded: "Brother, let's not worry, as long as our Chinese soldiers can have a good start, he little devil won't want to eat us!" As the saying goes, 'greed is not enough for snakes to swallow elephants', and it doesn't mean that the devil can afford it. Since I have been fighting with the devil for 20 years, I am not afraid to work with him for another 20 years! If he wants to eat this bone of China, he is afraid that his little devil still lacks a good pair of teeth. In my opinion, even if they break their front teeth, they don't want to bite us! Okay, okay, aren't we here for a strategic exchange this time? Don't talk about it here, let's go to the village, we will have lunch at noon today, the cooking class will prepare the meals, don't be cold......"

In order to entertain Tie Haichuan and his entourage, Yang Longfei specially instructed the cooking squad to get half of the canned beef captured in the last battle out of the pot, one is to use this opportunity to improve the food for the soldiers of the regiment headquarters, and the other is to entertain the soldiers of the national army who came with Tie Haichuan. In all fairness, Yang Longfei is still a person with a good face, and he is most afraid of others gossiping about him behind his back.

But who would have thought that Tie Haichuan only brought one person and two horses here, according to Yang Longfei's idea, in terms of Tie Haichuan's identity and qualifications, it would not be an exaggeration to bring a guard squad over. Don't say it, this kid is quite individual, and he has the meaning of going to the meeting alone.

Yang Longfei held a bowl of hot broth and put it in front of Tie Haichuan, and on top of the broth there were a few slices of meat as thin as cicada wings, surrounded by cabbage leaves cut into strips. He laughed at himself: "Brother, you are here, we have nothing to entertain here, so we can only grieve you." This is a specialty of our Eighth Route Army, slices of cabbage stew. This meat is still the trophy captured by our regiment last time, and it is all canned Japanese beef. If it weren't for the fact that you were coming, brother, we might not be able to eat this during the New Year's holidays. I, Yang Longfei, can be regarded as following my brother, aren't you? ”

"What do you mean by that?" Tie Haichuan asked with interest.

"Don't you understand? Where did you come to our regiment to discuss what strategy and tactics, to put it bluntly, didn't you come to us with Chief Yan's Shang Fang Sword to check your homework? I want to confirm whether the battle of our regiment in Shilipu is the same as the result reported by the division headquarters, which I can understand. No, before you came, our division commander sent a message, asking me to entertain the commander of the friendly regiment, and specially sent a Wang Lao Wu to our regiment to send me a letter, telling me a thousand times, not to mention how thoughtful it is......"

"Which Wang Lao Wu?"

"Who else could it be? One of the famous iron triangles of the 'Third War Zone' back then, who else but you and my brother? ”

"Brother Fang? Why, he is also in the Eighth Route Army? ”

Yang Longfei smiled evilly: "Why, you don't know? To be honest, if he hadn't come to deliver a letter to me the other day, I wouldn't have known he was an old underdog. This kid, he's fucking hiding deeper than anyone else! Now he is the commander of the old third regiment of the 120th Division, also in Shanxi. If it weren't for their regiment's temporary mission, I would have brought it in, and the three of us brothers would have a good drink! ”

Tie Haichuan had no waves on the surface, but in fact, he beat his chest in his heart: what he was most worried about had happened! This is terrible, the two seniors are both serving in the Eighth Route Army, although they have a hard time, but there is not a single gloomy cloud on Yang Longfei's expression. Compared with the past, there are a lot more smiling faces, a lot less seriousness, and almost facing life with an extremely optimistic attitude. As the old saying goes: A big husband can bend and stretch, and it is very suitable for Yang Longfei at this moment.

Tie Haichuan couldn't help but feel in his heart: Brother Long Fei is really a hero.