The explosion that occurred in the inner city of Beiping completely angered the top brass of the North China Front led by Juichi Terauchi. Hiroshi Otsuki was once again called to the office and slapped several times.
Mr. Ozuo, who was extremely sad and angry, seemed a little decadent after successive failures. He walked out of Iron Lion Alley amidst the whispers of the staff and found Takeo Okada dejectedly.
As a good friend, Okada Takeo naturally wanted to say some words of comfort, but there are some things that people who are not involved in can never understand the pain involved. After all, the slap didn't hit his face.
The two of them had dinner together at the restaurant of the Central Hotel. After the meal, they went out and walked along the river near Beihai, chatting, just to relax.
The Japanese soldiers on patrol saw a big left and a middle left appearing with gloomy faces, and they wisely avoided them. As for the interrogation, they were cruel but not stupid.
Looking at the patrol team walking away, Takeo Okada covered his ears with his gloved hands and turned to ask about the results of Otsuki's punishment from the North China Front Army Headquarters.
Such a big incident, with so many elites dead, cannot be solved with just a few slaps in the face. It must be formally identified and punished.
Otsuki Hiroshi's face turned even more ugly when he heard this, and he replied in a tone of death for his own mother: "In the next three years, if I don't have particularly great achievements, my military rank and position will not be promoted.
Baga, three years, the war is over in three years. Those damn bastards want me to never become a general. Okada-kun, maybe I should call you Your Excellency when we meet again. "
This punishment is indeed a bit severe. Wartime is the best opportunity for soldiers to make contributions. Ruining a person's future is like killing his parents. Shouichi Terauchi's hand was very cruel.
Takeo Okada took a breath, glanced at the other party with some sympathy, then looked up at the night sky and sneered, telling the unspoken rules of the Japanese army's top brass.
"Otsuki-kun, don't you understand yet? If you want to be promoted in the empire or army, it doesn't depend on your ability, but on who your father and your brother are.
Without the help of upper-level people, even without this matter, you and I still have a slim future. Let's be more optimistic. You might as well be like me and seize the time to enjoy life. "
"idiot!"
Hiroshi Otsuki was not scolding Okada, but Juichi Terauchi and the commander of the Central China Expeditionary Force. One of these two people had a former prime minister father, and the other had an army general brother.
Otherwise, even if they use their troops like gods, they will not be able to obtain these two positions. You must know that the greatest military achievement is to destroy the country. Once the country is defeated, the generals responsible for leading the troops will inevitably be promoted.
Thinking of his own slim future, and then thinking of the other party, a feeling of bitterness and jealousy surged into Oyue's heart. He clenched his fist and smashed it hard against the stone fence by the lake, leaving a bloody fist mark.
"Actually, this piece of eucalyptus is a bit strange."
At this time, Okada Takeo suddenly said something without beginning or end, and with the faint sound of waves in the North Sea coming from the distance, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.
"Nani?" Otsuki Hiroshi was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant.
"As a professional intelligence officer and soldier, Zuo Zhong should understand that the combat plan is only a program document for combat preparations and combat operations formulated by the military to achieve combat missions."
Okada said something that all first-year students in the military academy knew, and then put his hands on the fence while Otsuki looked at him with confusion, and asked a question to himself.
"The operational plan specifically includes the assessment of the enemy's situation, operational intentions, tasks and determinations at the same level, troop formation and deployment plans, task division during the operational phase, and action plans.
As well as the principles and requirements for coordinated actions, main safeguards, standards for command and observation, detailed plans for initial actions, and even rough plans for later actions.
There are also plans for reconnaissance, communications, engineering, chemical defense, surveying and mapping, meteorology and politics, logistics, intelligence, and technical support. The content is very complicated, am I right? "
Otsuki Hiroshi thought about it carefully and nodded seriously. Okada's summary was very comprehensive, but what does this have to do with Eucalyptus?
Before he could ask, Okada Takeo showed an uncertain smile and said in a gentle tone: "With so many contents, the situation will inevitably change significantly during the implementation of the operation.
This requires timely revision or re-formulation of new combat plans, and different handling of possible situations, which results in strong flexibility and adaptability of combat plans.
In other words, the battle plan is not as important as imagined. As long as the final goal can be achieved, the frontline commander has the power to make changes.
Zuo Zhong will not fail to understand this, so even if they secretly obtain your army's battle plan, there is still no guarantee that the Chinese army will gain a greater advantage in the Battle of Xucheng.
In this case, why did the other party expend so much effort and take the risk of being discovered to bring people to Beiping? This is not logical, and it is not in line with the other party's meticulous action style. "
These words were like lightning exploding in Otsuki Hiroshi's mind, and everything flashed by like a revolving door: restaurants were poisoned, documents were stolen, and people were captured...
Everything went so smoothly. Why did the Secret Service, which had defeated the military and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs intelligence agency, make so many mistakes?
But what is the other party's purpose? That woman has perished with him. Could it be that he sacrificed his life just to make fun of himself?
Otsuki's mind is a little confused. How could he, a little bigot, be targeted by the majestic deputy director of the Secret Service? This is simply impossible. He still has a clear understanding of himself.
Who do senior intelligence personnel like Zuo Zhong have to deal with? They are at least officers or officials at the division commander level. The things they deal with are also important matters related to the overall situation.
Target him?
Don't be kidding, this is like using an anti-aircraft cannon to kill mosquitoes. After thinking for a long time, Otsuki, who was getting more and more confused, expressed his doubts and wanted to hear what the other party would say.
"Okada-kun, could you please, as an intelligence officer, analyze and judge the reason why Zuo Zhong did this? I really don't understand why the other party did this, please."
Okada Takeo turned around when he heard the words, just as a dark cloud blocked the moon, and the surrounding became pitch black, making his expression unclear, followed by a burst of chuckles.
"Haha, of course, we are friends. In fact, Otsuki-kun, you have underestimated yourself. Compared with a few dispensable battle plans, you are the focus of the empire's next plan.
You make all the plans for the North China Front, and no one knows the character and habits of the staff who make the plans better than you. Your position gives you access to a lot of secrets.
In a sense, you are a living battle plan. By mastering you, the Chinese will grasp the pulse of the Sino-Japanese war. You tell me whether Zuo Zhong should target you. "
Looking at his good friend hiding in the darkness, Otsuki Hiroshi felt cold all over for some reason, and goosebumps covered his back. He swallowed calmly and continued to ask.
"What would you do if you were Zuo Zhong? Kidnap or assassinate? There are tens of thousands of empire warriors in Beiping. Even if the opponent has three heads and six arms, it is impossible for them to succeed.
Besides, once something happens to me, there are many people who can take over my position. Those guys have already set their sights on my position, and Zuo Zhong will still come back empty-handed by then. "
He spoke louder and louder, as if doing so would bring him courage. This was normal. Being targeted by a spy leader with a notorious reputation would not be easy on anyone.
Otsuki wanted to deceive himself, but his good brother Okada Takeo immediately gave him a knowing blow.
This intelligence expert from central China stood at the junction of shadow and moonlight and replied in a storytelling tone.
"Why should I kidnap or kill you? If I were Zuo Zhong, I would use all channels to learn everything about you, what kind of person you are, what you like, what you care about, and what you are afraid of.
Naturally, I will know that Otsuki-kun is from a noble family and is arrogant. He once studied tricks in the best staff school in Germany. It is a pity that his family is in decline and he will not give you more help.
This makes you nothing more than an insignificant leftist staff officer after so many years. You have neither military power nor influence. You can only curl up in the office and do some paperwork.
After knowing this, the rest of the matter is simple. It is nothing more than creating a trap that is easy to see through, giving you a little taste of sweetness, and letting you see the hope of rising to the top.
Then destroy this hope with your own hands, destroy your pride and your life bit by bit, it is best to bring you some huge troubles in the middle and completely cut off your future.
Finally, I will appear in front of you, tell you everything, and give you two choices, either to be silently annihilated in the officialdom, or to make a deal! "
After saying the last two words, Okada raised his feet and took a step forward. A serious face appeared in the moonlight, staring at Hiroshi Otsuki with bright eyes.
"You...who are you."
Dayue was sweating profusely, panting heavily and letting out a low roar. She quietly reached for the gun on her waist with her right hand, and at the same time an incredible guess arose in her heart.
"Don't touch that gadget. You know you're not going to make it. Let's have a civilized conversation and introduce yourself."
Okada Takeo showed his white teeth, bowed slightly and said with a smile: "Zuo Chong, deputy director of the Secret Service of the National Military Council, has met Mr. Otsuki Hiroshi. Please take care of him."
Left heavy!
idiot! There are definitely Chinese spies at the top of the Central China Expeditionary Force. Although the official documents and messages of the military liaison are not top secret, they are not accessible to ordinary people.
Otsuki Hiroshi's eyes widened, and he couldn't tell whether it was anger or fear. He stayed there, and the gun holster that could be opened with a light touch was as heavy as a stone.
I don't know how long it took, but he seemed to have thought clearly. He suddenly pulled out his southern pistol and pointed it at his "good friend", threatening Zuo Zhong with a ferocious expression.
"No, even if I cannot be promoted, I will not betray the empire. I have a third way to go. If I kill you, your Excellency the Commander will forgive me."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Facing a desperate opponent, Zuo Zhong seemed to have seen something particularly funny. He laughed so hard that he was out of breath. Then he touched the tears in the corner of his eyes with his little finger and flicked them away, striding to the muzzle of the gun.
Ignoring the weapon that was close to Chi Chi, he stared at Da Yue and slowly raised his hand, slapped the opponent in the face, causing Mr. Da Zuo to spin around, then grabbed the opponent's collar and shouted loudly .
"As a civilian officer, do you still remember the last time you fired a gun? Did you forget to load the bullet? You want to stand up with an empty gun. I tell you, stop dreaming.
You are a brother to an intelligence officer from an enemy country. If you say you have no problem, who will believe it? Who dares to take this responsibility? Juichi Terauchi, he will wish you to die immediately after knowing it.
Have you ever seen fishing? When a fisherman catches a big fish, he will walk the fish in order to create an illusion that the fish can escape and slowly consume its physical strength until it is exhausted.
You are now the fish on my hook. I can cook you how I want to, and I can lift the rod whenever I want. Even if the King of Heaven comes, I can’t save you, I said so! "
With that said, Zuo Zhong pushed the trembling Otsuki Hiroshi away, took out a brown paper document bag from his arms and threw it at the other person's feet. He coldly gave him instructions with an attitude that would not allow him to refuse.
"This is the combat plan I drew up for the North China Front Army. When you go back, organize the manpower and redraft it according to the above. After the war begins, you must strictly supervise the combat troops to act according to the plan.
There is also half a piece of paper that was burned by the fire. The handwriting came from my female hand. She used her life to provide you with a chance to start over. I hope you can grasp it firmly.
As a qualified staff officer and top commander on site, you don’t need to teach me how to make others believe that you found the note from the explosion site. I believe you can do it.
There was an address on the note, and there were the corpses of three traitors and Secret Service certificates with their names on them. Don’t worry, the certificates are definitely more authentic than the real ones. No one can see the problem.
If you are obedient, you will be a hero who captured the chief and deputy director of the North China District and the Beiping station chief of the Secret Service. If you are not obedient, you will be a traitor who colluded with the government. You should know where to go. "
Otsuki Hiroshi's face was livid, he looked at the expressionless and terrifying enemy, then at the document bag on the ground, gritted his teeth and finally made a decision.
This is not a question of who is coercing whom, nor is it a life-and-death struggle. This is real politics. The process can be gamed, but the result must be a win-win situation.
The confident Zuo Zhong didn't wait for him to make a move, turned around and put his hands behind his back, facing the sparkling Beihai and lost in thought, it was over now, it was time to leave.
The Japanese army will act in accordance with its own battle plan and use the full picture perspective. Even if the Japanese army is commanded by a different pig, it can still win the Battle of Xucheng...
Hiss, there is really no certainty about this. Thinking of the suffocating "magical operations" of the party and state elites, Zuo Zhong's confidence suddenly became less confident.
(To be continued, there will be a small ending tomorrow. I want to talk about whether you will admit defeat if you are designed in this way)
