Natsume Seiichiro finally understood what his subordinates meant when they said that the US military commander looked familiar.
Others may not know him, but he himself does.
When the Battle of Manila broke out and Iwabuchi held three meetings in the headquarters, I saw him more than once:
Taniguchi Shibu!
That Shibu Taniguchi who was valued by successive commanders of Manila!
But now?
He's wearing a U.S. Army uniform!
He is a:
spy!
Natsume Seiichiro wanted to laugh.
Bitter, mocking, crazy laughter!
A Manila secret service chief and security force commander was actually an Allied spy!
Ah, and the two people around him?
One is Kageyama Nosuke.
From the Intelligence Section of the Tenth Army.
that?
Kokawa-chan!
Commander of the gendarmerie!
They are, after all, spies!
How could such a Japanese army not fail?
This is not Manila!
here it is:
City of ridicule!
Chi Guoguo made the biggest taunt to the Japanese army!
"Nothing to be surprised about."
Meng Shaoyuan was very indifferent: "There are many people like me in the entire Philippines."
Natsume Seiichiroxin: "Can I ask your real name?"
"Charles." Meng Shaoyuan still didn't tell the other party his real name.
"Your Excellency Charles, I hope your army can keep its promise and ensure the safety of our lives."
"Please remember, we are not you!"
This is Meng Shaoyuan’s answer.
One hundred and fifty Japanese soldiers, including Natsume Seiichiro, were imprisoned in the basement of the commercial building.
They were scattered across several rooms.
As the supreme commander of the Japanese army in Netting Street, Natsume Seiichiro still received certain preferential treatment.
He has a room of his own.
Officers were also held separately from soldiers.
This is also considered from a custody perspective.
Isolating top commanders and officers from soldiers can prevent riots to the greatest extent.
There was a big problem with food.
The Japanese army here had been seriously short of supplies before, and food was also in short supply to the extreme.
And the Ranger battalion didn't carry that much food.
Therefore, before material reinforcements arrived, the US military had to allocate part of its own rations to these prisoners of war.
"There's nothing to complain about. The supplies will arrive tomorrow at the latest." Lieutenant William whistled: "And what we gave them was our shoe polish!"
This immediately caused laughter from the US military.
The so-called "shoe rag" is nothing more than canned luncheon meat that American soldiers hate so much.
Knighting Street has been captured.
While Meng Shaoyuan ordered to report the situation here to his superiors, he quickly formulated a new combat plan with Lieutenant William and Lieutenant Nate.
Company F and part of the Ranger Battalion were positioned outside the former Japanese defense line.
Under the unified command of Lieutenant Nate.
12 mortars will exist as the main killing force.
The commercial building became Meng Shaoyuan's headquarters.
"Nighting Street used to be very prosperous and beautiful... We saw its commercial value."
The word "American" almost blurted out. Fortunately, Meng Shaoyuan discovered this in time. Now, he must force himself to regard himself as a real US military officer:
"This commercial building was created under that situation. Before, this place was very busy. Americans, French, British and even Dutch people would always shop here, and there was no shortage of luxury goods in high demand."
Meng Shaoyuan bent down and picked up a broken small bottle, put it under his nose and smelled it: "Look, perfume. Before the war broke out, this was very valuable."
"Maybe you can still find money here?" Lieutenant William asked jokingly.
"Ah, then I wish you good luck." Meng Shaoyuan said with a smile.
money?
The gold is all in your young master's pocket.
"Sir, we have searched everything and found no hidden Japanese troops." Lieutenant Lieutenant Terr finished checking the entire commercial building and came over to report: "There is a general manager's room and a lounge on the fifth floor, which can be used as your headquarters, Major."
Well, that's quite considerate.
He went up to the second floor with Lieutenant William and entered the general manager's room.
Although the inside is messy and there are bullet holes in the walls, the previous luxury can still be seen.
A large, comfortable chair is located behind the desk.
"General Manager, he probably died here."
Meng Shaoyuan said suddenly.
"Why?" Lieutenant William and Second Lieutenant Tell asked at the same time.
"Look, there's a bullet hole here."
Meng Shaoyuan clicked on the chair: "The black stuff here is blood. Do you know what happened that day?"
Lieutenant William and Second Lieutenant Tell listened attentively as he continued:
"This should be what happened when the Japanese army decided to defend Manila, and I was not in Manila at the time and was cooperating with the rescue in Cabanatuan. They rushed into the commercial building and kicked open the door of the general manager's office.
The general manager must be a very brave person. Not only does he always stick to here and fulfill his duties, but he also tries to resist.
Look, this drawer is half open, and there must be a pistol inside. Unfortunately, before he had time to touch the pistol, he was shot to death by the Japanese army. "
As he spoke, he looked at Lieutenant William and Second Lieutenant Ter: "Do you know why I say this?"
The two American officers shook their heads at the same time.
"Because this general manager must be one of ours, or to be more precise, he is also a latent spy of the Allies."
Meng Shaoyuan said slowly: "After the fall of Manila, the Japanese army controlled everything here, including the commercial building, and the general manager was the person they appointed.
But just before we attacked Manila, he was suddenly shot dead. There was only one reason: his identity was exposed. "
Lieutenant William frowned: "He is also a latent spy? Didn't you know that before?"
"I don't know, and it's impossible to know." Meng Shaoyuan shook his head and said: "In the Philippines and any country, there are countless hidden spies, affiliated to various intelligence agencies in each country.
My identity is also kept absolutely confidential, and in my daily life, I pay more attention to the Japanese army and intelligence organizations in Manila.
It's rare for me to have the opportunity to interact with such business people. The reason why I am sure that he is a latent spy is that there are too many clues about him here. "
He sighed softly: "Write down all this. When Manila is recovered, announce what happened here. I hope there will be some intelligence organization to claim it."
In fact, he also knew that this possibility was very slim.
When a spy dies, the intelligence agency that leads him will only write the word "dead" on it.
Their identities will not be released.
Even the intelligence agencies will refuse to assume his existence!
Countless latent agents have died in the country, but no one knows what extraordinary things they have done!
