A few days later.
Time unknowingly entered 1936, and the entire Tokyo was shrouded in prosperity and peace, without any sign of the chaos of the previous period.
During this period, Zuo Zhong became more familiar with the Japs of the First Division, met some "new friends", and learned many little secrets.
For example, the opponent's mutiny operation has entered the final stage of implementation. For example, the adjutant of the first brigade, Xiang Tian Qingzhen, is frantically looking for teammates.
Qingjun's enthusiasm alone is not enough. There are many troops inside and outside Tokyo. Without enough troops, they cannot realize their plan.
After all, they don't have great teammates like Li Daming War God, Yuci Opener, Jinglong, and no one to help the mutinous troops open the gate to the imperial palace.
At present, there are less than 1,000 people confirmed to participate in the operation. Most of them are recruits who have only been in the army for one year, and their combat effectiveness is very weak.
The personnel composition is also very complex, coming from the First Division, Guards Division, Artillery School, Flight School, and Army Training School.
To use an idiom to describe it, it is a mob. No reasonable person would have any illusions about the action, but the Japanese think that I have the advantage.
Zuo Zhong was recording the other party's plan honestly on the side, and reported it to Ono Satoshi every day after returning to Tokyo Daily News.
He did not hide this matter from Xiangtian Qingzhen and others. The reason was that if he wanted to deceive those cunning chaebol reactionaries, he had to provide some useful information.
The other party felt that it made sense and was satisfied with his openness, but asked him to blur key information.
like action time,
action personnel,
Offensive line and more.
In fact, they would not tell Zuo Zhong this information. It just seemed more professional. After all, it was the first time for everyone to rebel and they had no experience, so it was understandable.
On the other side, Ono Cong acted very calmly when he heard that someone in the army wanted to infiltrate the army. He seemed to have known about it for a long time, which was expected by Zuo Zhong.
To say that the Japanese intelligence agencies, the ruling faction, and the chaebols did not have spies in the military, even if they were beaten to death, they would not believe it. A huge amount of money could buy everything they wanted.
There is no one in this world that cannot be bribed, it’s just that the price is not enough. No one will be tempted by 10,000 yen, but as for 100,000 yen, or 200,000 yen, there will always be someone willing to cooperate.
Therefore, Ono Satoshi just asked Zuo Zhong to continue to observe and report immediately if there was any definite information. He was not interested in who was involved in the mutiny.
This is a smart man who understands that the more he knows, the more dangerous he is. It is not uncommon in Japanese history for things like rabbits to die and dogs to be cooked.
But Zuo Zhong was in danger. No matter whether the mutiny was successful or not, what awaited him in the end was probably a hot bullet or an accident.
Society is a big stage.
Everyone is acting.
No, when the time entered February, people like Xiang Tian Qingzhen became more and more active, and Ono Satoshi once again made a big deal for Zuo Zhong.
"Okamoto-kun, don't be afraid, you are a reporter from Tokyo Daily News, those red deer don't dare to do anything to you, hurry up and get the news.
The head of the Matsumoto family is very pleased to hear that you are willing to risk your life to collect evidence of rebellious officials and traitors. You are a big shot.
If you can get the other party's appreciation, your future prospects are limitless. Maybe it won't be long before I call you Deputy Minister Okamoto. "
He smiled and said nonsense that he didn't even believe, and sighed secretly in his heart. If the matter wasn't so important, he really wouldn't be willing to let such a good subordinate take the blame.
But who made Okamoto appear in the wrong place at the wrong time, and he could only accept his fate when he was picked by the plutocrats. It was impossible to escape and protect himself wisely.
Sacrificing one person's happiness for everyone is a very cost-effective deal. At the worst, you can just ask a few virtuous monks to chant sutras and preach afterwards, and it won't be a waste for your colleagues.
The Matsumoto family?
Zuo Zhong always felt that he had heard these four words somewhere. When he thought about it carefully, it was not the family to which Takaki Ikuta, the son-in-law in the White Blood Cell Project, belonged.
At that time, the head of the Matsumoto family, Takaki Ikuta's father-in-law, decisively gave up on this guy. It can be seen that the other party was a person who would do anything to achieve his goals.
Dealing with such people, especially doing dirty work, will never end, let alone such a sensitive case involving Qingjun, killing and silencing is normal operation.
As for the military not daring to touch him?
Pooh!
Xiangtian Qingzhen and others planned to support Tianxiao's younger brother Prince Yongren to ascend the throne if necessary. What else could they dare not to do?
Although these people were a little confused, the fools also knew that this was a shocking matter of beheading. Not to mention a small reporter, anyone could be forced to do it.
Resisting the urge to spit on Ono Satoshi, Zuo Zhong bowed his head respectfully to show his obedience, and decided to suggest that Xiang Tian make the Tokyo Daily News one of his target points.
When the time comes, I must entertain Mr. Vice Minister well. If I can't wait until I return to Jinling, I can find a few more masters to perform a few rituals for him, and I will just thank him for his help.
"hehe."
The two people with evil intentions looked at each other with a smile on their face, and chatted for a few more words. Zuo Zhong saw that the time was almost up, and then said goodbye and turned around to leave.
Ono Satoshi watched the door being closed, his originally smiling face turned solemn, he lowered his eyelids and thought for several minutes, then stood up, put on his coat and walked out quickly.
Staff members coming and going in the corridor stopped to say hello when they saw him, but he waved casually without any intention of saying hello, and hurriedly went downstairs and walked out of the courtyard.
As the deputy director of the press department of a major newspaper, Satoshi Ono's way of traveling is more upscale than that of the young reporter Okamoto. A beautiful taxi drove him away quickly.
Behind a window upstairs, Zuo Zhong folded his arms and shook his head helplessly. This Ono Satoshi, why should he be so anxious to ask for credit? He couldn't even wait for a few hours.
You have to come to the door late at night, or at least rush to the door after dark. Only in this way can the situation appear urgent and can you maximize your credit. However, you are still politically immature.
But what he didn't know was that the taxi drove for a while and slowly stopped on the side of the road. Ono jumped out of the car nimbly, and the driver reported an address without looking back expressionlessly.
"Thanks."
Satoshi Ono handed over a banknote, whispered back, and immediately turned around and walked into an alley. This was a shabby slum that had nothing to do with the chaebol.
Walking in the cesspools and narrow alleys strewn with garbage, he looked at the ragged citizens with disheveled faces, his eyes filled with sadness. This was the Empire of Japan.
Dickens once said in "A Tale of Two Cities" that this was the best of times and the worst of times.
At this time, Japan was like Great Britain in the 19th century, and ordinary people could not enjoy the benefits of rising national power.
The entire society is increasingly divided into two fundamentally and absolutely opposing classes. The British have colonies all over the world to ease this contradiction, but what about the Japanese?
By external aggression?
It is extremely dangerous to pin the country's hopes on expansion. This is not the age of navigation. If you are not careful in launching a war, the ship will be destroyed and everyone will die.
The spread and emergence of the consciousness of national independence makes it very difficult for foreigners to completely occupy a country with a dominant ethnic group. The impact of the establishment of Mite Island proves this.
Due to Japan's withdrawal from the League of Nations, it has been unprecedentedly isolated internationally, its economy is in decline, and people are uneasy. The domestic situation is like a powder keg that will explode at the slightest spark.
Moreover, both China and Japan are oppressed by Western powers, and the people at the bottom are also exploited by big capitalists and big landowners. They should help each other rather than bite each other.
Ono Satoshi thought of this, his face was determined, and he walked firmly into the depths of the messy residential area. His retreating figure was reflected in the dirty puddles.
The strong wind knows the strong grass,
When the country is in chaos, loyal ministers will be seen.
When any country is in crisis, there will be some patriots who will stand up without hesitation, even if the mantis' arm is like a chariot. This was the case in the Republic of China, and the same is true in Japan.
A few minutes later, Ono Satoshi came outside a simple grocery store. He looked around carefully, raised his hand and knocked on the shabby sliding door, and asked.
"Excuse me, is anyone here?"
There was no response inside the house. The cold wind blowing from the sea passed over the eaves and made a tinkling sound, which was heard far away in the desolate streets.
Ono Satoshi waited for a while and knocked on the door anxiously again. He could only come here on the way to the Matsumoto family and time was very tight.
These chaebols don't have a fuel-efficient light. Abnormal whereabouts will definitely arouse suspicion, and the joints must be hidden in reasonable action trajectories.
In the distance, a small young man selling cigarettes passed by with a shout. There was finally movement in the house, and a burst of footsteps came from far away.
Wow~
The door was opened a small crack, and a pair of vigilant eyes looked at Ono Satoshi up and down through the crack, and then said expressionlessly.
"It's closed today. If you need to buy something, please come back tomorrow, or turn right at the intersection. There is another grocery store there."
The speaker is about thirty years old, wearing an old-style suit and a pair of half-worn leather shoes, which looks a bit eye-catching in the traditional Japanese architecture.
Ono Cong's pupils shrank and he frowned involuntarily. Comrades who came back from abroad were too inexperienced. It was easy for the enemy to see flaws in this kind of appearance.
This thought flashed through his mind, and then he smiled: "Yamamoto-kun, I was introduced by Itai-kun. I have something important to report. Please take care of me when we meet for the first time."
"So you are...please come in!"
Behind the door, the man whom Satoshi Ono called Yamamoto was overjoyed when he heard this. He quickly opened the door halfway and welcomed him in. He looked outside and then closed the door.
"Comrade Ono."
"Comrade Yamamoto."
After pushing the door shut, the two held each other's hands tightly, tears of excitement filled their eyes. Working in the heart of the enemy, the happiest thing is to meet comrades.
Yamamoto felt the warmth in his hands and was filled with emotions. In just three years, he had grown from a laid-off worker to a proletarian warrior.
(from Section 63 Sensation)
From the United States to Japan, from the ignorant oppressed to the life-defying pioneers who vow to liberate all mankind, the encounters in life are truly wonderful and incredible.
All of this was thanks to Mr. Itai's careful teachings. It was the other party who made him understand that the culprit of the tragedy that happened to him was the damn chaebol devil.
Yamamoto thought a lot in the blink of an eye and spoke seriously about the business: "Comrade Ono, this is the emergency contact point of the organization and is related to the safety of many comrades.
According to discipline, if there is nothing particularly important, no one is allowed to activate it without permission. This is responsible for yourself and the cause we are engaged in.
As the head of intelligence in Tokyo, you should know the seriousness of this matter. I hope you can give a reasonable explanation, otherwise I will report it to my superiors. "
Yamamoto, the social beast who became disheartened after being reprimanded by his white boss, disappeared and was replaced by Yamamoto, an underground party member who strictly abided by discipline and stood firm.
"There's an emergency."
Ono Satoshi understood Yamamoto's concerns and explained his purpose directly without any hesitation: "According to the intelligence sent by the Zaibatsu, the officers of the Emperor's faction have decided to launch a mutiny in the near future.
The demand is to eliminate high-level officials and supporters of the ruling faction, or to kill the leader of the reactionaries, Tian Locust, and support a new Tian Locust to continue launching aggressive wars.
The specific number is about a thousand, and most of the personnel are from the First Division and the Guards Division. The specific personnel and weapons information is here. I have to leave immediately. "
After saying that, he took out the pen from the outer pocket of his jacket, took off the pen cap, took out a piece of paper and handed it to Yamamoto, then opened the door and prepared to leave the emergency contact point.
"Bridge bean sack."
Yamamoto's expression suddenly changed when he heard the news, and he softly stopped Satoshi Ono: "Wait a minute, you can't leave empty-handed and go to the shelves to pick up some in-demand prohibited goods.
Mine is a black market den to the outside world, specializing in selling Omega goods. It is more reasonable for you to leave with your things. The plutocrats are everywhere, so please be careful. "
He knew that this matter was of great importance and he could not leave any omissions. Although there was a security post outside to monitor, it was not a bad thing to be cautious. The most fearful thing was to be careless.
"OK."
Satoshi Ono thought about it for a while and felt that the other party was right. He dropped 10 yen, took another bottle of red wine, put it in a paper bag and walked out of the grocery store, walking quickly towards the direction he came from.
On the way, he also figured out why Yamamoto dressed up like this, dealt in Western goods, and his words and deeds were not Westernized but suspicious, and the only trace of worry disappeared.
At the same time, knowing that there were comrades behind him to support him, he gained more strength, his waist straightened unconsciously, and his face gained a bit of energy.
As Ono Satoshi slowly walked away, another person's voice suddenly sounded in the grocery store: "Send someone to protect Ono Satoshi to ensure his safety and prevent the enemy from doing evil things."
A man with a sanitary beard walked out from behind the screen in the house and came to the window while talking, thinking about something in his mind.
"Hai, Itai-kun."
Yamamoto bent down slightly. This person was Itai who led him on the road to death, and then he made a gesture to the young man selling cigarettes.
Read the author’s words
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I just got home in the morning and went to Chongqing for a few days of fieldwork. I saw some memorial halls and old buildings, which brought me into Zuo Chong. I walked in this city for a long time. My body was tired but my spirit was full. I coded a chapter on the plane and on the road. , I don’t know how to be a eunuch. It will be updated from time to time in the next few days. If you have a chance, check it out. Single chapters will be released when stable updates are restored.
These days are the most relaxing days after graduating from college. I don’t have to think about anything, I just just stroll around. Thank you for your understanding.
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