"Ahem, you may not know who I am・・・・・ there are only two Chinese characters in front of her name! ・・・・Anti-Japanese regardless of background, heroes are not distinguished from high and low・・・・・ we are Xiangma Mountain... ・・・”

Listening to the harsh voice on the radio, Ryokari Taka, who was tasting wine and appreciating chrysanthemums at the Mukden Headquarters, suddenly planted a tatami mat. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The first thing I said when I woke up was, "Does the intelligence department eat shi?"

The communication soldier on the side hurriedly took out a thick pile of materials and read it out in a slow tone.

"General Tu Feiyuan marched north to the Soviet Union!

Jing Chuan and Xiao Tani, the chief of the intelligence section of the Mukden secret service, were assassinated at the station yesterday, and both of them unfortunately died.

Tomomi Sakai and Yoshiko Kawashima led the troops to search, but they were shot on the street!

Yoshiko Kawashima was shot through her left arm and could be left with a lifelong disability.

Tomomi Sakai was punctured in the lungs and is still unconscious, and without effective medical equipment, she may not survive tonight.

The Fengtian intelligence department held an emergency meeting in the secret basement of the Haiping grain and oil store last night due to a high-level collective attack, and never thought that 18 elite-level intelligence officers were killed on the spot by a bundle of grenades! ”

When he woke up, Ryokari looked a little dazed, touched the broken head, and suddenly reflected it.

"Nani? So, our Mukden's intelligence department is all paralyzed? ”

"Yes, General! From three days ago to now, I have not received any external news from Harbin! And the murderers who were chased and killed by the security forces and the gendarmes also detonated the iron-handled grenades on their bodies on the spot, and the weapons were Soviet-style! Speaking, it is also the authentic Russian language of the USSR! ”

"Eight・・・・・・ Ga ・・・・・・!"

The distorted Ryokari Long gritted his teeth and spit out two words, his eyes turned sharply, and a fierce flash suddenly flashed.

"There's a mole! Hold all the personnel of the secret service into custody and purge them! Don't let one go! ”

With that, Ryokari stood up hurriedly, walked quickly to the desk and picked up the phone.

"It's me, did you get any news from the 16th Division?"

"We have already driven to Harbin and are currently in the Lalin area, a hundred miles away from our destination! In addition, the Manchurian Army, which had gathered 100,000 troops, had already reached fifty miles outside Harbin! ”

Ryokari Long's face was blue for a while, white for a while, and he pressed a pair of fat palms on the table and slapped it heavily on the map, "Let the 16th Division suspend its advance and settle in the Binjiang Military Camp on the outskirts of Harbin as a supervisor!" A secret letter was sent to Zhang Jinghui, Minister of Military Affairs of the puppet Manchurians, asking the 100,000 puppet Manchurian troops to immediately capture the bandit-occupied Harbin, and before eight o'clock tonight, I will see the news newspaper that has recovered Harbin! ”

"Hey!"

Okamura Ninji, Itatsune Seisishiro, Dohi Mado, and two other lieutenant generals went north, but now the headquarters is much more deserted.

Although the footpot chicken has always regarded the Soviet Union as a great enemy, it is not ready for war!

Therefore, not many command staff officers remained here!

To be exact, at this time, the footbasin chicken did not even think about going to war!

However, after receiving the news of the discovery of oil and gold mines in North Asia by the headquarters, the radicals immediately couldn't help but sneak into Sanjiang and went north without telling the Kwantung Army Headquarters.

This is not a big mistake, just like 918, it is customary not to report it until the war comes to an end.

Win or die!

All for the Empire!

Thinking back to the events of the last few months, Ryokari Takashi's mind spun rapidly.

Ringing Horse Mountain, Mountain Cannon!

Soviets, spies!

Secret Service Section, no death!

"No, that's not right! If it is really a Soviet spy, infiltrating Mukden will inevitably be discovered by the secret service department, this is not a Soviet! ”

"The people of China!"

Ling Karlong suddenly thought of the Xiangma Mountain that had been encircled and suppressed several times without being destroyed!

It's them!

Yes, that's them!

They are not bandits in the guise of the Soviets!

His identity is indeed the indigenous people of China!

No wonder they only killed the warriors of the empire and not the people of China!

Soon, Ryokari Takashi had a hint of enlightenment, and Haerhama had something strange!

However, how did Xiangma Mountain's weapons come from?

Private donations? No! Not so much!

Warlord sponsorship? No! Not so advanced!

USSR!

Gradually, Ryokari Takashi woke up!

Xiangma Mountain is like a false man!

They were pro-Soviet forces fostered by the USSR!

Ryokari smiled and turned on the recorded sermon again.

"There is no faction here... Do you need to organize? ・・・Do you need a weapon・・Do you need ammo?・・There are spears・・There are cannons・・There are also planes and tanks! ・・”

"Yo Xi! You little bandits, where did you get planes and tanks? If you didn't have the Soviet Union to make it for you, did you use paper paste? What other national righteousness do you want to play for me? You are traitors in sheep's clothing! I'm going to discredit you tonight! ”

"Smack..."

Ryokari Takashi grimaced and pinched the pencil in his hand.

In Fengtian, in the office building of the National Wu Academy, Manchurian Prime Minister Zhang Jinghui was drinking a cup of small liquor with tears in his eyes.

"Old pimple, it's not that the fourth brother doesn't want to drink with you on the day of your death, I really don't dare!"

(Zhang Zuolin's nickname is Lao Pimple, the eight brothers are the seventh, and the fourth is Zhang Jinghui.) ）

"The fourth brother is uneducated, incompetent, unassertive, timid, afraid of things, afraid of death, and now he is a traitor leader! But, no matter what I am, no matter how bad a pig or dog is, the friendship between our brothers is not comparable to others! That year, I betrayed my brother, and my mother died of illness, but you still allowed me to go back to my hometown for the funeral, and also appointed me to supervise the military administration. I can only blame this little devil for robbing our nest and not letting you be buried! But don't worry, I will definitely do my best to let you settle in the ground as soon as possible! ”

"Prime Minister, the commander-in-chief of the Kwantung Army, Takashi Hishikari has sent a secret letter!"

"Oh? Oh!! Okay, okay, I'll go right away! ”

Zhang Jinghui, who was originally sighing, hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes after hearing the report from outside, as the No. 1 traitor of the puppet Manchurians, this dress can't be messy!

However, Zhang Jinghui, who saw Ryokarataka's secret letter, was immediately stunned!

"How can this ?!!?"

Zhang Jinghui wiped the cold sweat on his head and hurriedly walked into the outer court of the imperial palace. (The place where Emperor Footbasin Chicken lives is called the Imperial Palace, so Pu Yi, the child emperor, can't be called, and it is lowered by one level and called the Imperial Palace.) The outer court deals with government affairs, while the inner court resides. ）

The guards of the Puyi Emperor's Palace are not the puppet Manchu army, but the elite of the Kwantung Army!

Even as the prime minister of the Manchurian Empire, Zhang Jinghui is not the master who comes and goes when he wants in this imperial palace. Therefore, it was only his assistant, Jiro Higashihira, the watchdog of the foot basin chicken, who led the way to find the little emperor who was sleeping on the table.

"Then send troops! Inform Yu Zhishan quickly! Pu Yi flipped through the secret letter after receiving it, impatiently threw it into Zhang Jinghui's arms again, and continued to sleep with his head bored.

"Yes, yes, I'll let you know right away!"

In order to get an answer, Zhang Jinghui, who had been running back and forth, cleared his throat and dialed the phone of the Binjiang Military Region.

"Weird, why can't it be connected?" (To be continued.) )