On the hillside, there is green grass.
In the mountain stream.
The stream gurgled.
What a beautiful scene like a flower.
A beautiful butterfly landed on a small yellow flower, fluttering and colorful, like a beautiful elf.
The assessment will be held tomorrow, and the special training team finally has a half-day vacation. They can relax and take the best attitude to face the assessment.
After lunch, Zhou Sen left the base alone and went to the nearby mountains. In fact, he did not leave the scope of the base.
I was training every day, and I didn't take a good look at the scenery in the mountains. These great mountains and rivers were now under the iron heel of the invaders.
Zhou Sen was very depressed inside, especially after having experienced the things that were inculcated repeatedly by Japanese spies. If the Japanese were given a little longer time and two or three generations of brainwashing, then a lot of things would really change.
"I knew you were here?" Anna came over from behind and sat down next to Zhou Sen who was lying on the grass.
"The weather is nice today, let's go out and bask in the sun." Zhou Sen said with a piece of grass in his mouth and his eyes closed.
"Are you sure about tomorrow's assessment?"
"I have no right to lose."
"You actually know very well in your heart that if you can't defeat that Sato, you will probably be dealt with specially. The most serious result is that you will disappear from the world." Anna said.
"Do you care about me?"
"Having been with you for so long, I can see that you are a kind person." Anna nodded.
"You were trained by them. Unlike me, do you also have this kind of worry?" Zhou Sen asked.
"Losers are worthless to a spy."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I don't want you to lose."
"You don't like me, do you?" Zhou Sen asked, opening his eyes.
"What are you thinking about? I don't want to follow that Sato on a mission. If he does that, he will not only kill himself, but also the people around him." Anna cursed with a smile.
"You keep talking about missions, but what kind of mission is it? Why don't I know anything about it?" Zhou Sen asked.
"You will know then." Anna said, "Anyway, in tomorrow's assessment, you must beat that Sato."
"I will try my best." Zhou Sen nodded.
…
In the afternoon, someone came.
Yamagata Qiuma led people out of the gate and lined up to greet him.
The six-person special training team was also in the team, and he saw two familiar figures, Shibuya Saburo and his adjutant Ono.
In addition, there was also Director Yamamoto who saw him off at the train station that day.
There is also an old Russian man with gray hair in the team. Zhou Sen has never seen this man before, but judging from his posture, Shibuya Saburo's attitude towards him is quite polite.
Yamagata Qima gave Shibuya Saburo a military salute and welcomed the arrival of Shibuya Saburo and his entourage.
These people were obviously here for the special training team assessment the next day.
After the group entered the base, they were arranged to live in the best small building. After that, Zhou Sen and others were asked not to approach without permission without orders.
During dinner in the evening.
Sato is not here.
Everyone knows that this guy was probably called by the guy named Yamamoto.
After Zhou Sen finished eating, he washed up and got ready to go to bed, recharging his energy for tomorrow's assessment.
The theoretical assessment has actually ended a long time ago. Zhou Sen is leading in all aspects, basically crushing Sato.
But tomorrow's assessment will all be practical exercises and confrontations, which are unpredictable. This is different from the usual competitions.
…
"This is the training log of six special training personnel. Chief Shibuya, Advisor Maratov and Director Yamamoto please read it!" In the base conference room, Yamagata Kima placed six thick black-faced notebooks on the table. introduced.
Shibuya Saburo took a book over and wrote the code name "Lilac" on the cover. He opened it and started browsing.
The old Russian man named Maratov also picked up a book and opened it to read.
Finally, there was Toshi Yamamoto, who chose "Assassin" directly.
In the conference room, apart from the sound of paper being turned, other sounds could be heard. Yamagata Qiuma sat there with his eyes closed and his head lowered, like an old monk in meditation.
After reading the "Assassin's" book, Yamamoto Satoshi looked calm. Then he took another one over and flipped through the records. He couldn't help but show a look of disgust on his face.
Obviously, this person's performance is much worse than that of the "Assassin".
After one person reads two books, they exchange them with each other.
"How is this possible, Yamagata-senpai? Is this 'young master' cheating? How could his training scores be so much higher than others?" Suddenly, Yamamoto Toshiro suddenly stood up and asked sternly.
Before Yamagata Kuma could speak, Shibuya Saburo spoke first: "Yamamoto-kun, what's the point of cheating like this? Moreover, this is not a homework. Do you think the entire training base will help 'Master' cheat alone? "
Yamamoto Satoshi's face changed slightly. If Ichimpo's secret special training base cheated, it would be impossible for everyone to do it, especially Yamagata Qiuma, who, like him, came from Nakano School and was older than him. .
What's more, most of the people here are Japanese, and they will help a Manchu to cheat for what purpose. They don't know the "young master" and they don't know his specific identity.
"Yamamoto-kun, it's not the first time I've come here for special training. They are all passers-by to me. Maybe I'll meet them only once in my life. And I don't even know who they are. I'm helping them cheat. What's the matter? Benefits, or do you think I will make fun of the great cause of the empire?" Yamagata Kima retorted coldly.
"I'm sorry, Yamagata-senpai, I just made a mistake, but I don't believe how this 'young master', a Manchu who is greedy for life and afraid of death, can defeat the elite of the Japanese Empire."
"Some people are born with well-developed limbs and strong martial arts, but some people are born with intelligence and are very good at learning. People who are greedy for life and fear of death are not necessarily stupid." Yamagata Kirima responded calmly.
"What Mr. Yamagata said makes sense, Mr. Yamamoto. I believe Mr. Yamagata is objective and fair in his work." Shibuya Saburo smiled slightly. He had been observing Zhou Sen for a long time. He could tell that Zhou Sen had Manchuria. The common problem of people is that they are timid and afraid of getting into trouble, but they are definitely not stupid. You need to put pressure on them, and then they will burst out with energy that you cannot imagine.
And Maratov has been reading the special training logs of the six people, and the confrontational dialogue between Yamamoto and the three seemed not to affect him at all.
"This 'young master' is very malleable. I have only seen people like him in a few people." Maratov closed the last book and said.
Of course, he would not say what kind of few people they are.
Shibuya Saburo couldn't help but show a hint of pride. This person was chosen by him and recommended by him. He also deserves credit for such achievements.
Once Zhou Sen can complete the tasks assigned by the empire, his status will rise.
"What are the assessments tomorrow?"
"Mainly physical fitness and combat skills. Physical fitness is mainly breath-holding (instead of armed swimming), mountain armed cross-country, combat skills include shooting (50-meter fixed target and moving target for pistol, 200-meter fixed target and moving target for rifle), armed fighting (unarmed), kendo, demining, concealment with makeup (drawing lots to determine offense and defense)," Yamagata Kirima said.
"Do you need to complete so many subjects in one day?" Maratov asked in surprise.
"Yes, these days, their daily training is high-intensity. We just want to train extreme agents who can complete tasks under high intensity. If they can't even do this, then I won't sign them Certificate of completion." Yamagata Kima said solemnly.
"Okay, then I'll wait and see." Maratov nodded and said no more.
"Yamagata-kun, thank you for your hard work!" Shibuya Saburo stood up and solemnly bowed deeply to Yamagata Kima.
Only then did Yamamoto Toshi realize that he was a step too slow, and he quickly stood up and bowed.
"The arrival of the three of you has made my training base full of glory. In the evening, I will host a banquet, and I will treat you to the honor of the three of you." Yamagata Kima also stood up and bowed slightly.
"must."
…
"Fronte, what do you think of these six people?" Maratov came directly to see Fronte. They are not only old acquaintances, but also brothers in need.
They fled from the Far East to Manchuria together, participated in the "bear hunting" operation together, and both came back alive.
"General, the 'young master' is the Chinese adopted by Anthony. Apart from being timid and lustful, he has nothing wrong with him. He is the most suitable candidate for the 'Far Eastern Spring' plan." Front whispered. .
"Why?"
"The Japanese plan to plot the Far East. Their purpose is to covet our land and resources. If they occupy the Far East, they will either support a new regime or directly appoint a governor of the Far East. If we want to go back, we must have a military force of our own. The power." Front said.
Maratov frowned slightly. It was not surprising that Front had such an idea. If it were not forced by the situation, who would want to live under someone else's fence?
He knew whether the Japanese could occupy the Far East, even though Soviet Russia was now at its weakest.
But after the "Hasan Lake" incident broke out last year, the Japanese army suffered a setback due to their intelligence superiority.
He realized clearly that at present, the Japanese army really did not have the ability to conquer the Far East, even if it implemented a risky "sneak attack" strategy.
The Great Plains of the Far East was the most suitable for mechanized large force operations. He was not optimistic about Japan's third-rate army.
This is what he thinks in his heart. He will not be stupid enough to say it out loud. If he really speaks it out from the bottom of his heart, what value does he have if the Japanese have given up their plans for the Far East?
However, people like Front still have unrealistic illusions, hoping to fight back with the help of the Japanese and regain power.
This is a bit naive.
But no matter what, Front's interests are consistent with his, and they both ignore the "traitors". If they want to survive, they have to work hard.
But just selling your strength is not enough, you must also have value. Once you have no value, the Japanese may sell you off casually.
Between countries, there are only interests.
The value is that you have value that he can't give up, such as holding something in your hand that he dare not touch you.
"how do you want to do it?"
"Help 'Master' win tomorrow's assessment. As long as he wins the assessment, then I can convince him to cooperate with us."
"How can you be sure that he will definitely cooperate with us? Moreover, Shibuya Saburo seems to value him very much. I'm afraid he has similar thoughts." Maratov said.
"It all depends on people. That Sato is headstrong and reckless. If he wins, it will be a disaster!" Front said.
…
In Yamamoto Satoshi's room, a similar conversation also unfolded between Sato and Yamamoto Satoshi.
"That Zhou Sen, is he really that powerful?"
"Yes, he is one of the smartest people I have ever met. He learns everything very quickly and can master the tricks very quickly. But after all, he came into contact with it too late. There are some things that cannot be compensated by being smart, and these God, I have actually been hiding part of my strength..." Sato's eyes flashed with a dangerous light.
"You deliberately hid your strength?" Yamamoto Satoshi was overjoyed.
"Of course, I will defeat him in public when he is most proud and completely destroy his self-confidence!" Sato said with a ferocious face. After enduring for more than thirty days, he could finally make a comeback.
"Okay, great, Sato-kun, hahaha!" Yamamoto Satoshi smiled proudly after hearing this.
