"The gate of hell has finally opened. The great ghost of impermanence is wandering in the sky. The ghosts and gods have begun to judge everyone's sins. The millstone of flesh and blood has begun to turn...Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva! Namo Amitabha!"
To the south of Amami Oshima, thirty kilometers away on Tokunoshima, a tall monk wearing khaki sea blue clothing on the top of Ikawa Mountain was sitting cross-legged on a boulder, with his hands clasped together and silently chanting to the north. Pray for blessings.
Next to the monk, a middle-aged man holding a telescope was observing the thick smoke rising in the distance, coughing from time to time.
Dozens of well-dressed men guarded the two of them. These men had piercing eyes and bulging temples. They looked like top practitioners.
The person coughing was none other than CIA Director Wang Huaiyuan, and the monk beside him was Ryoma Sakamoto, who had just become a monk!
Three days after the pre-war meeting, a small ordination ceremony was held in the Ryukyu Jizo Temple. The much-criticized Sakamoto Ryoma became a monk under many complicated eyes.
This is a result that most people can accept. Because of Long Majun's promotion, the Chinese Secrecy Act and Xiao Letian's minimum theory were passed. These upper-level Chinese officials who have the right to know have kept their mouths shut. The truth behind the Bai Layi tragedy was collectively sealed for 100 years.
In this way, the dirty water of the Bai Layi tragedy will not be spilled on Xiao Letian and the Chinese senior officials, the secrets of the war will be hidden, and the public's mood will be stabilized.
However, secrets can be hidden from the common people but not from the real high-level officials. Xiao Letian and Long Majun must also give an answer to the aggrieved officials, and there must be punishment.
The final punishment was not heavy. Longma Jun proposed to become a monk, abandoned his title and official position and became a complete white body. This is a very cruel punishment for any politician.
Those senior officials who knew about it all saw that Mr. Ryoma's political life had been cut off. This kind of punishment was sometimes more severe than killing him directly, and the resentment of those high-level officials gradually dissipated.
The only ones who were not convinced were the Fuso samurai class. Hyōtaro and Noheita were not convinced by people's accusations against Ryoma-kun until the end. Words, isn't that what war looks like in the eyes of Japanese samurai? They use every possible means to gain the greatest victory with a small number of human lives. Isn't it enough to settle the score in the end without suffering any losses?
Without the spirit of sacrifice, what kind of soldier would you be? Bushido could never understand what was going on in those people's minds.
However, there are complaints and there are complaints, but they can still accept the final result, because in the minds of Japanese people, becoming a monk does not really mean all four things are lost. Historically, monks' participation in politics is a very unique tradition in Japan.
In addition, Sakamoto Ryoma was subsequently appointed by Xiao Letian as one of his staff, which shows that Ryoma-kun has not completely stepped out of the center of power, so the Fuso warriors in the Marine Corps can more or less accept this reality.
"I didn't expect Stefanski to be so cautious. The visual inspection of Luma Island has been abolished. It seems that the pressure on the main island will be increasing...Ryoma-kun, do you think our subsequent plans need to be adjusted?" Wang Huaiyuan asked.
Sakamoto Ryoma stopped the rosary beads in his hand, opened his eyes and whispered, "Sakamoto Ryoma is dead. From now on, please call me the Great Monk, Dragon Warrior! The title of Dragon Warrior was given by the Prime Minister. From now on, I will be called Dragon Warrior..."
"Okay, okay...you can call it whatever you want. In my eyes, it's all the same. You used to be called Longma. According to the literal meaning of the Chinese characters, you were born to be a pawn in front of the real dragon. If you follow the real dragon, the Prime Minister, Being an attendant doesn’t count as wronging you!”
"Now I want to hear your opinion. Should our reserves increase their strength? Should we conduct a mobilization event in Ryukyu? Ryuma Island in the south is no longer able to provide fire support. I'm afraid they will break out from here!"
The Great Monk Long Shi smiled faintly, "How can one be 100% correct in things like fighting? It's just good fortune and misfortune, and misfortune comes from good fortune! If Lu Ma Island is not lost, the enemy will not fall for it." , turned around and left!"
"If you want to catch big fish, you have to learn how to use heavy bait. Do you want to eat such a big shark without saving money? Just let them fight with the wind for a while. If you don't let these Russians go smoothly at the beginning, how can they bait later? Where’s the big bet?”
"If war games are omnipotent, then we can all rely on mathematicians to direct all wars in the future. The enemy and we don't have to kill people. We can play chess face to face and win or lose. But that's not the case! "
"Just like you couldn't calculate that I would modify the order without authorization, you didn't calculate that the enemy would be so cunning and cautious today. But if you haven't calculated, why don't you stop fighting? We must believe that the fate of East Asia is on our side. The Prime Minister has arranged For such a big game, if it fails again, it can only be said that our Chinese people’s luck has not yet arrived!”
Wang Huaiyuan rolled his eyes at Longma Jun and thought to himself, have you really become a monk? The war has reached its most critical moment, our hearts are in our throats, and yet you can still act calmly and act like nothing is wrong.
"No, I'm not as calm as you. Here's the order. Kunigami Military Port will recruit another 3,000 militiamen. If the number is not enough, the police will be mobilized and be on standby at any time... Let Lotte & Co., Ltd. coordinate all walks of life to prepare ships. Now it's time for them to contribute. It’s time!”
Ryoma-kun sighed, "The gamble is so big! In the previous battle plan, we have squeezed out every silver coin on the Ryukyu market and the last bit of supplies in the warehouse, and even the private supplies have been requisitioned..."
"Now, even the militia and police have to be mobilized. The last few ships are just life-saving grain transport ships! Are you really willing to risk all of them?"
Wang Huaiyuan looked ferocious at this moment, "Why don't you bet! The fate of Jiangnan's billions of votes is in this war, and the lives of the newly born Chinese are also in this war. Can we not bet!"
"Either die together or live together! As long as we can win, I don't care about going to hell. Now I am mobilizing the police and militia. Next I will mobilize men over forty years old. If not, I will mobilize all Ryukyu school students! "
"Either die together! Or live together!"
"Amitabha! You are so good! You have such great determination, how can you not be invincible! The sieve has been cast, let's see how fate arranges it!"
The poor Russians did not know that these two great gods were meditating and enlightening on Tokunoshima, and they did not see that in the deep sea area of the Pacific Ocean southeast of Tokushima, the endless blue sea was full of ships, large and small. The sailboat lowered its sails and quietly waited for orders on the sea.
There are various types of ships including Chinese-made hardwood three-masted fuchuan, Japanese Kanfune, and various Western soft sailing ships. The large ones can carry one to two hundred soldiers, while the small fishing boats can only carry A squad of warriors.
Now all the soldiers are holding tents and looking north. The human sight on the sea is extremely vast, and the smoke and dust of the distant conflict can be clearly seen. All the soldiers are gritting their teeth and screaming.
"Why isn't it our turn yet! Why isn't it our turn yet..."
