After reading the information, Zuo Zhong sneered. Little Japan really couldn't stop eating shit. They would always use such unflattering tricks to cover up their ulterior and despicable plots.
Miyamoto Hideaki must be found. Even if he has turned into a corpse, the murderer must be found. The Japanese cannot be given an excuse to start a war. This matter involves the lives of countless people.
Although it is still a few years before the all-out war between China and Japan begins, who knows whether little Japan will suddenly go crazy.
Taking the latest intelligence, he found Dai Chunfeng, who was in a state of distress. Dai was asking the city defense headquarters about the progress of finding Hideaki Miyamoto, but looking at his expression, he knew there was no result.
When Dai Chunfeng saw him coming, he casually said a few words to the city defense people and hung up the phone. Then he sat down and sighed: "It's unreasonable for a mere Miyamoto to cause the whole Jinling to be in chaos."
Zuo Zhong asked: "Teacher, is there still no progress in the search operation? I think even the director of the police station has gone out to look for the person. It is strange that our intelligence department has not found any trace of this person."
"What's weird? Jinling is so big and people are hiding. Where can we look for it?" Dai Chunfeng waved his hand and looked at the document in his hand: "What's wrong? Is there any new information?"
Zuo Zhong's face was green and serious: "Yes, many anomalies have been discovered. It seems that the Japanese have been prepared for a long time. Their homeland and the garrison in North China have made war preparations. The situation is very serious."
After that, he handed the compiled information to Dai Chunfeng and stood aside to wait. He estimated that the first thing Dai did after reading it was to report to the bald man. This was a major matter related to the survival of the country.
Dai Chunfeng carefully checked the information, his face kept changing, and he stood up when he saw it at the end. If the information was accurate, the Japanese's ambition to launch a full-scale war was already obvious.
He put down the information, pondered for a while, and looked up at Zuo Zhong: "Come with me to the rest house. This matter must be decided by the chairman. Be careful and enjoy the last day of peace."
Zuo Zhong didn't say anything. The war had begun since Japan prepared to invade China. How could there be any peaceful time for the Chinese? One must fall between China and Japan. This was unavoidable.
It's a pity that everyone from Baldhead and Dai Chunfeng to the slutty party-state elites feel that war is still far away from China, and hope or pretend not to see the Japanese's wolfish ambitions.
Now that the illusion is disillusioned, facing the Japanese war machine, is China ready for war? No, not even in a few years. When will the singing and dancing of West Lake stop, Hangzhou will be called Bianzhou.
Zuo Zhong can guarantee that after the Miyamoto incident has passed, Jinling will still be a drunken Jinling. Those elites who open their mouths about their nation and keep their mouths shut will choose to forget about Miyamoto and continue to sing and dance in peace.
To make them wake up, I'm afraid the only thing the Japanese can do is hit their heads with their guns or stab their sore spots with bayonets.
Dai Chunfeng didn't know what his good student was thinking. The two of them got in the car and drove towards the Central Military Academy. The bald man's official residence, Qinglu, was in the school, not too close to the Secret Service.
On the way, Zuo Zhong saw military police everywhere on the road, constantly smashing open houses and shops to conduct searches. Jinling, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, was turned upside down because of this case, and hundreds of thousands of people were restless.
Dai Chunfeng saw this scene and snorted coldly: "The man named Wang is as if his father has disappeared. In Jinling alone, more than 10,000 military police were dispatched, not counting the plainclothes spies from various agencies.
Restaurants, giwon bathhouses, schools, factories, and ordinary homes were all searched. Even the pig pens, stables, and latrines were not spared, and even the ponds were thoroughly plucked. "
Zuo Zhong simply closed the car curtain, out of sight and out of mind. Dean Wang really paid enough attention to the Japanese that he almost asked all the people in Jinling to come out to look for them. There were probably many people among his mother.
In fact, in addition to the measures mentioned by Dai Chunfeng, apart from the immediate investigation by the Jinling Military Police starting yesterday, the disappearance of Hideaki Miyamoto has also spread to a wider area.
The military and police in these places are doing the same thing as far as Suzhou, Wuxi, Chang, Danyang, Zhenjiang and other regions in the east, as far as Wuhu in Hui Province in the west, as far as Chuzhou and Bengbu in Hui Province in the north, and as far as the subordinate counties of Jinling in the south.
As we walked toward the Central Military Academy, the security became even tighter. The Jinling garrison took to the streets. Barbed wire fences, sandbags, and iron horses were openly erected on the streets. Fully armed soldiers could be seen everywhere.
Dai Chunfeng and Zuo Zhong remained silent. If a fight really broke out, these things would not be able to stop the Japanese tanks and planes. They could just talk about fighting. The key to the matter was to find Hideaki Miyamoto.
When they arrived at the Central Military Academy, the car was forced to stop by a heavy machine gun. Dai Chunfeng got out of the car to negotiate. The guards made a phone call with the attendant's office before letting him go. This shows how far the situation has reached.
"Teacher, it seems that the teaching team is ready for the challenge." Zuo Zhong followed Dai Chunfeng in the car and said, "Even the teaching team has moved. Did something happen? Otherwise it wouldn't be like this."
Dai Chunfeng shook his head in distress. The guards didn't say anything just now, but looking at their faces, it was probably as Zuo Zhong guessed, something more serious must have happened. It was such a troubled year.
The car stopped outside Qilu and was inspected again. Zuo Zhong's gun was confiscated and he followed Dai Chunfeng in. Phones were ringing in the mansion, and the staff were confused.
"Nang Xipi! There are so many military and police officers who can't find a single Miyamoto. Now the Japanese warships have gathered in Xiaguan. They have taken off their gun jackets and pointed their guns at me. The situation is critical and about to break out.
If you let me go, you are asking me to be the king of a subjugated country. The huge ancient city and hundreds of thousands of athletes can't stop the Japanese. Let Gu Jichang come to see me immediately. I want to live and die with Jinling. "
The bald man stood in the hall, spitting wildly at a group of lieutenant generals and major generals.
Zuo Zhong was shocked. The Japanese warships arrived at such a fast speed. This once again verified that the Miyamoto incident was an arrangement from the top of Japan. Otherwise, the Japanese army and navy would not have such a tacit understanding.
As for the bald man clamoring to live and die with Jinling, he pretended not to hear these words. These words were also unlucky. The old crooked neck tree in Peiping was still there.
Dai Chunfeng waited for the bald head to finish speaking, and said respectfully: "Principal, the students have obtained evidence that the Japanese planned the Miyamoto incident, and I came here to see him."
The bald man turned around and saw Dai Chunfeng and Zuo Zhong, his expression did not change at all: "Bring it here, my students are not all trash after all, huh."
This was a bit loud, and the officers present were blushing. They looked at Dai Chunfeng with an unkind look on his face. Contrast is only hurtful. Zuo Zhong quietly hid behind to avoid the gods from fighting and mortals suffering.
After reading the information, the bald head said hysterically: "I know that the Japanese have planned it for a long time. Come and take a look. If Chunfeng hadn't discovered it in time, you would have been kept in the dark.
Miyamoto could not be found everywhere, so he had to make an alliance under the city, otherwise the ancient city of Jinling would inevitably be destroyed by war. Now the whole city was trembling with noise, and everything was covered with soldiers. The residents of Xiaguan had already left their homes to flee, with their young and old in tow.
When something like this happened, how could I have the dignity to meet the late President? Where did Gu Jichang, the Commander of Jinling City Defense, go? Did he run away secretly like the common people? "
After speaking, he threw the information he had finally compiled into the sky. The snow-white paper slowly fell to the ground, and the generals bent down to pick it up.
The people here are basically soldiers with formal military education. When they see the Japanese army's unusual movements, they immediately understand the fish behind the White House incident.
Zuo Zhong glanced aside and said to himself that you are really good but not bad. Your city defense commander has no shorter legs than Master Yuan. When the battle begins, he will immediately run away without a trace.
The furious bald man took a sip of water, put his hands on his hips and asked, "Now that you know this is a Japanese trick, do you have any countermeasures? Think quickly."
A major general stood up and said: "The student has a clever idea. Why don't we just say that Miyamoto committed suicide? After all, he was in Japan..."
"Shut up, stupid."
The bald head cursed with trembling hands: "The Japanese Consul General has stated that Miyamoto definitely did not commit suicide. The reason is that Miyamoto was neither financially impoverished nor had any family troubles. He did not have a negative and world-weary attitude on weekdays, and his health was not abnormal. "
Zuo Zhong listened with pricked ears. The Japanese were very cunning. They eliminated the possibility of Miyamoto's suicide, leaving only the possibility of being murdered. After all, there had been much hatred between the two countries since the previous dynasty.
Just as he was thinking about it, a lieutenant general who looked very similar to the bald man came in. As soon as he came in, he clicked his heels and performed a beautiful Japanese military salute, with his waist straight.
"Gu Jichang, the commander of Jinling City Defense, met with the chairman of the committee. He was about to deploy the city defense in Xiaguan just now. He came immediately after hearing the leader's summons." Gu Jichang's military uniform was already soaked with sweat at this time.
However, the weather is quite cold now, and I don’t know how angry Commander Gu is. He actually made his thick military uniform soaked with sweat. Could it be that he ran all the way from Xiaguan to Qilu? He is a real magic agent.
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A person has childhood, adulthood and old age, and I don’t think anyone would think this is unsatisfactory. A day has morning, noon, and sunset, and a year has four seasons: spring, summer, autumn, and winter. There is no better way than this.
There is nothing good or bad in life, there is only a question of "what is good in that season".
If we hold this biological concept of life and live according to the seasons, no one except arrogant idiots and hopeless idealists will deny that life is indeed like a poem. past.
Shakespeare expressed this concept very clearly in his section on the seven stages of life, and many Chinese writers have said similar things.
It is strange that Shakespeare did not become a religious person, nor did he show great concern for religion. I think this is what makes him great;
He looked at life as it was, and he did not disturb the arrangement and organization of everything in the world, just as he never disturbed the characters in his plays.
Life is like a poem.
