Chapter 67: Long Life (Some book friends did not read the author’s words. Let me explain. This paragraph is a foreshadowing of the subsequent plot. The jade plaque below is also a true story told by the elders. I don’t want everyone to subscribe to read these. The later period will be all about spy wars. There are still four chapters left for the protagonist to return to Jinling, so this paragraph does not count.) Mizushima Hideyoshi recalled that his life was a process of hard work for a poor fisherman. From the army to the army sergeant, and then to the Army University, he paid too much. I am really unwilling to die like this. My family will be very sad when they find out. My parents have always been proud of me, and my younger brothers and sisters also follow my example and want to fight for the kingdom of the empire. Mizushima Hideyoshi resolutely raised the Nanbu pistol, put the barrel into his mouth, and was about to pull the trigger. He could not be caught, and he could not even leave a complete body, because it was a shame for the imperial soldiers. “Autumn bean sack.” Suddenly, a big hand tightly grasped Mizushima Hideyoshi's gun, preventing him from committing suicide. Mizushima Hideyoshi fainted in a panic. Zuo Zhong looked at the major in front of him curiously and felt that this man was a bit vain. He didn't even forget to wear his military rank during secret operations. He was so obvious that he wasn't afraid of being discovered. I didn’t even expect that the Kwantung Army would be willing to send a major to lead the team. This is an elite officer who can serve as the captain of the Japanese army. He is so young and may have graduated from the Army University. Mainland University graduates are the future captains of regiments, brigade commanders, and even division commanders. Such an elite would die so silently in the Six Nations Hotel.
Zuo Zhong put his hand on the major's carotid artery and touched: "Replace the guns, leave no one behind, remember to collect their weapons, those gas masks, tear gas canisters, and MP18 are good things. Take this guy to the restaurant and notify all the brothers to gather together. I want to know the losses in the crossfire, MD, and I almost capsized in the gutter. " He guessed the Japanese attack route, but he did not expect that the opponent would use a three-pronged attack. If they were not fully prepared, the result would be difficult to predict. Gui Youguang carried an MP18 and reported: "Brother, the only two brothers downstairs were slightly injured, and they were injured by our own grenades." “Brother, all the Japanese soldiers upstairs are dead. One of us was seriously injured and two were slightly injured.” Wu Chunyang lowered his head. He was a little embarrassed that the ambush battle was still like this. “What’s going on?” Zuo Zhong looked serious. They were surrounded by enemies and couldn’t be supplemented. They were too short of manpower. Wu Chunyang explained: "There was a sharpshooter in the Japanese army. The seriously injured brother only exposed half of his body and was shot in the chest by him." “When encountering this kind of situation in the future, in addition to the commander, we must first attack the opponent’s sharpshooters. The threat is too great. Let the doctor prepare for the operation immediately and be sure to save the injured brother. As many of us come as many of us leave. " Zuo Zhong rubbed his head, feeling glad that he did not fight head-on with the Japanese, but chose to use traps. If a conventional battle started, a sharpshooter could hold them all back. At the same time, I am also glad that Ling Sanping has prepared basic surgical instruments and medicines, otherwise he would have to ask for help from outside "partners". Back at the restaurant, the hostages were crowded together like quails, not because they were afraid of the robbers, but because they were afraid that the bullets would be accidentally shot. They could clearly hear the fierce exchange of fire outside. “Gentlemen and ladies, I am pleased to inform you that it seems that we will continue to get along for a while.” Hearing the words of the masked man, the hostages breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. It didn’t matter that the robbers had won. The rescue team outside was such a jerk. The bombs were booming. Should they save people or kill people? Mizushima Hideyoshi was helped to a chair by two men in black. Zuo Zhong took a chair and sat in front of him, with his arms on his knees and his chin in his hands, looking at him intently. After a while, the groggy Mizushima Hideyoshi woke up. Maybe it was his intuition. He felt someone was looking at him. He also realized that it might be the masked man of the bandit leader. He wanted to wipe the blood from his eyes and look at this. Play yourself to your applauding opponents. The men in black on both sides held his hands firmly to prevent the Japanese officer from suddenly acting violently. Zuo Zhong waved his hand. His movement skills were not good, but he was not so crippled that he couldn't deal with him. Mizushima Hideyoshi finally saw the masked man. Although he did not see his face, the other man felt very gentle. It was such a man who defeated more than 100 elite Kwantung Army troops. “Mr. Major, you don’t have much time.”
“Yes, I know, I’m sorry, my Chinese is not very good.” “It doesn’t matter, my Japanese is not very good either.” “Hehe, can you give me a cigarette?” Sazoushige helped Mizushima Hideyoshi light a cigarette and handed it to his mouth. Mizushima Hideyoshi took a hard puff and then began to cough violently. “Cough cough cough.” “Can I ask your name? After all, I am an opponent.” “Mizushima Hideyoshi, Japanese Army Major, what about you?” “Haha, you should call me the masked person. Who in this world doesn’t wear a mask?” Mizushima Hideyoshi was stunned for a moment. Thinking about what the masked man said, he thought it was good. If he was not from a poor family, how could he join the army? Maybe becoming a captain would also be good. “You’re right, sometimes I wonder what kind of person I would be if it weren’t for the war.” "This is not something you and I can decide. We are all just driftwood in the tide of history." Zuo Zhong said this, asked his men to pour two glasses of red wine, and asked: "Is it okay?" A blush flashed across Mizushima Hideyoshi's face: "Thank you so much. This kind of high-end red wine is not something I can afford." Mizushima Hideyoshi took the wine glass and wanted to drink it all in one gulp, but halfway through, his hand let go of the wine glass, and the red wine blended with the blood on his uniform. Sazo looked at the dead Mizushima Hideyoshi for a while, sighed, stood up, took out his pistol and shot him in the chest. The hostages and his men didn't understand why he did this. How much hatred it was, but didn't the two of them just sit and talk for a few words. Gui Youguang was also surprised: "He is already dead." Zuo Zhong pointed at Mizushima Hideyoshi: "Have you seen the jade plaque around his neck? This is what we Chinese wear for our children. Where do you think the owner of the jade plaque is now?" It was a beautifully made jade plaque with the words "long life" written on it. You can imagine how much the parents of the owner of the jade plaque loved this child and hoped that he would grow up healthy and inherit the family business. But the arrival of the Japanese made all this a luxury. Maybe it was this precious jade plaque that caused the child's death. Japanese soldiers like Mizushima Hideyoshi, who came from a low-level background, killed and plundered many Chinese people. The hostages listened to other people's stories and understood why the masked men did what they did. Many women made signs of the cross and prayed for the owner of the jade plaque. “Pile all these Japanese people outside and let the Japanese collect the corpses.” "yes!" The men in black moved the corpses of Japanese soldiers outside one after another. After a while, a small mountain was piled up. The crowd outside was screaming in surprise, and the reporters also held back their vomiting and clicked the shutter. “98, 99, 100, 101! Good guy, little Japan is going to feel really distressed right now.” “Hahahaha, after hundreds of years of peace, the emperor was reckless and chaotic, and the Han Dynasty was destroyed by Heaven and the Emperor Guangwu revived it~~~~” "Fifth Master, who are you singing "Yumen Pass" to?" “Of course it’s these heartless little devils, bah!” The consul gentlemen in the distance picked up blood-red wine glasses and clinked glasses to celebrate the Japanese's demise. Having just crawled out of hell, they were even more angry at the Japanese's lack of appreciation. "Mr. Bailondu, I think we need to speed up our plan. These corpses can be used as evidence of the Japanese ambitions. This is their private action."
“Yes, on behalf of the . Consulate, I strongly condemn this kind of private armed activities in the embassy area. The Japanese are also responsible for compensating the losses of the Six Nations Hotel.” “Hahaha, I think Toyama Nakaji’s face must be ugly now, hahaha.” Bailondu also made a joke: "I think we need to comfort the robbers. After all, he gave the Japanese a slap in the face for us, so let's send some fresh fruit." “Hahahahaha.” The consuls roared with laughter. There was a dead silence in the Japanese Consulate General. Nakaharu Toyama sat behind his desk with a defeated expression. In front of him stood Kosuke Komura, the polished team leader, who had just returned from the Rokukoku Hotel. After listening to his narration, Nakaji Toyama immediately felt that his soul was out of his body. The whole Kwantung Army team was wiped out. This news was really unbelievable. "Are you sure Mizushima Hideyoshi and the others are all broken? But this is impossible. They are all elites of the Kwantung Army. Why can't they even defeat some robbers?" “Yes, Mr. Consul, the team led by Major Mizushima Hideyoshi are all dead. I saw with my own eyes that their bodies were piled up in front of the Rokukoku Hotel. How should I dispose of them?” Takamura Kosuke's face was heavy, but his heart was filled with joy. With Mizushima Hideyoshi's death, his first rescue failure was no longer relevant. Didn’t you see that Hideyoshi Mizushima, who graduated from the mainland university, failed? What can he do if he is a small graduate of the mainland? It’s not that I, Komura Kosuke, can’t do it, it’s because the enemy is too cruel. Toyama Nakaji sat in silence for a while and said with difficulty: "Send a report to the Kwantung Army and explain the news. Then report to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and ask them to contact and negotiate with various countries as soon as possible." Kosuke Komura lowered his head and said, "Hai, what about those corpses? After all, they are all warriors of the empire." Toyama Nakaji smashed the ashtray on his desk to the ground: "Go and bring the bodies back, these **** red deer!" Takamura Kosuke curled his lips and walked out. Without us red deer, can you do whatever you want in Peiping? Can you stand upright in front of consuls from various countries? As expected, as rumored, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has been polluted by European and American ghosts. They have no respect for His Majesty the Emperor at all. They are really un-citizens. Several trucks from the Japanese Consulate came to move the bodies of Hideyoshi Mizushima and others. Reporters rushed up and asked questions to the person in charge, Kosuke Komura. “What is Japan’s explanation for this private operation? Will Japan be responsible if the hostages are injured or killed?” “Why did the elite Kwantung Army of your country lose to the robbers?” “The Japanese side ignores the safety of the hostages. Is this the loss of humanity or the loss of morality?” Kosuke Komura didn't pay attention at first, but when he heard the reporter mentioning the Kwantung Army, his heart tightened. Do they know that these are soldiers sent by the Kwantung Army? How is this possible? “Relevant sources at the Japanese Consulate revealed that this was a privately decided action by the Kwantung Army, right?” A reporter added fuel to the fire. "idiot!" (End of this chapter)