With his equipment and his invisibility cloak, Fan Yize left Osaka unconsciously and headed directly in the direction of Kyoto.

After several hours of trekking, at about four o'clock in the afternoon, Fan Yize came to the forward position of the Red Police Corps.

The three corps set up defensive positions on the outskirts of Kyoto, forming a huge three. The angular armament, like a semi-circular pot lid, encircles Kyoto.

The forward positions of the two sides were less than 500 meters apart, and at this distance, many accurate shooters of the Red Guard Corps were lurking in the forward positions, occasionally killing a few Japanese soldiers who dared to show their heads.

And this situation has been going on for three months.

Passing through the defensive position of the Red Police Corps, Fan Yize did not startle his soldiers as much as possible, bypassed the layers of barbed wire, and soon arrived at the Japanese position on the opposite side.

Fearing a sneak attack, the Japanese built their positions outside Kyoto, with layers of defense lines up to five kilometers deep, and in the rear of many hills, in the dead corners of artillery fire, the Japanese also dug defensive tunnels in the mountains, and even artillery was arranged in these dead ends.

This kind of defense is not common in positional warfare, and even in the First World War, there is gradually this kind of combat awareness, with the help of the mountain oblique, you can avoid the enemy's ballistics, build an artillery position in such a place, and do not worry about being destroyed by the enemy's artillery fire, but also can very quickly carry out artillery support on the forward defense line, and there are also tunnels built on the side, which can be used directly through the tunnel to watch the situation on the other side of the mountain, and can be used for artillery calibration.

Along the way, Fan Yize could clearly see that the defensive line and trenches dug by the Japanese were connected, and the trenches were also intercepted by barbed wire, which was very difficult to deal with.

A large number of Japanese soldiers, armed with weapons in their arms, hid in the trenches and chatted, and at intervals dug observation holes that could be observed directly from inside the trenches, firing points made of sandbags, and machine-gun bunkers watered with concrete.

It can be seen that the Japanese are also on the defensive, and many defensive tactics that were only invented in World War I have been figured out by the Japanese.

However, it is normal to think about it, and it is not surprising that the Japanese have been defeated again and again, and they have summed up their experience in defeat.

The 30-kilometer-wide defensive line was an astonishing project that could only be completed by a few million people, and a wide frontage that could keep the enemy's artillery out of Kyoto Castle.

Passing through the five-kilometer defense area, Fan Yize also had to sigh that Japan is indeed a nation that is good at summarizing and discovering, at least much stronger than the Russian army in this period.

When Fan Yize walked into the city of Kyoto, the night had slowly fallen.

Kyoto is a beautiful city, and a large number of ancient buildings have been carefully preserved during this period.

It's just that at this time, no one in Kyoto appreciates the beautiful scenery of the city at all, there are few pedestrians on the streets, and many civilians stay in the house, because the total amount of food every day makes everyone not have enough to eat every day, so they simply don't go out, reduce transportation, and don't be so hungry.

And the streets are full of Japanese soldiers patrolling in formations, as well as a handful of Japanese cleaning up the city.

Millions of people live here, and sanitation is very important, and the Japanese know very well that every day, no matter what kind of garbage, it must be sent outside the city as soon as possible to prevent the breeding of diseases.

At this point, Fan Yize admires these Japanese people in Kyoto a little, and in this case, it is not easy to have such an order of life.

At dusk, it was also dinner time, and there were many Japanese people with white strips on their heads, pushing carts and walking on the streets, guarded by soldiers, and many Japanese civilians began to appear on the streets, queuing up to receive their dinner.

Fan Yize stood incognito in the distance, watching everyone receive only a piece of rice balls the size of a child's fist, and hearing the whispered conversation of these civilians, it seemed that the rice balls had become a little smaller again, and it was just a bowl of crystal clear millet porridge in the morning.

Most of these Japanese people who walk on the street are women, or the elderly or children, and everyone has obvious dishes on their faces, and they are not nutritious. Good.

Fan didn't stay in one place for too long, and walked around the main areas of Kyoto, and the people living in the city were exactly the same.

However, in those wealthy residential areas, Fan Yize saw a different scene, these mansions were the residences of those Japanese foundations, and the fragrance wafting from them was singing and dancing.

Separated by a wall, is a group of rice balls that can only be received barely a bite, a strong contrast, it is really quite a bit of Zhumen wine and meat stinky road with frozen bones.

This kind of strict class system exists everywhere, but Fan Yize believes that Yamamoto Gonbei does not need to take into account the existence of these consortia at all now, it may be that there is really a lot of food in the city, otherwise it will not give face to these consortia.

However, Fan Yize also knows that I am afraid that most of the food in the city is also contributed by these consortia.

The Red Guard Corps burned and slaughtered along the way, and these consortium nobles were naturally afraid, if Kyoto could not stop the enemy, then their wealth and lives would also be lost.

Bypassing the residential areas, a very inconspicuous house appeared in front of Fan Yize, wearing a cloak, Fan Yize walked to the backyard of the house very rhythmically, opened the courtyard door, and entered the backyard.

"Smack, smack, smack. Syllable. Smack......"

With a few rhythmic clapping of their palms, the two men walked out of the house, each carrying a large box nearly one meter high on their shoulders.

The two men went to the open space in the backyard, put the box down, and immediately returned to the house.

Fan Yize walked to the edge of the two large boxes, draped the optical stealth cloak over the two boxes, and then walked out of the backyard with the boxes one in each hand, and then closed the courtyard door.

At this moment, night has completely fallen on Kyoto, and the city where the lights are controlled is completely dark, and no one is seen walking on the streets, only patrols that travel every ten minutes or so.

Walking on the silent street, Fan Yize did not make any sound under his feet, and the goal of moving forward was very clear, which was a huge warehouse located in the east of Kyoto City.

Fan Yize did not intend to expose the nearly 1,000 soldiers lurking in Kyoto, but chose to do it himself, but he needed the soldiers in the city to provide him with the necessary operational equipment.

For example, explosives, Fan Yize couldn't have traveled 50 kilometers to Kyoto with enough explosives.

And he only has an optical stealth cloak, so he can only do it himself, but he likes this feeling of lurking quietly, after all, sitting in the office every day, it is inevitable that he wants to move after a long time.