After eating and drinking, Xu San took out a set of clothes from behind.
A blue top, a black skirt, and a pair of flesh-colored wool pants.
The top and skirt are student uniforms from the Republic of China period. As for the woolen pants, they are random items, just to look good with the clothes.
I don’t have suitable shoes, but that’s not a problem. I can just buy a pair when I go shopping tomorrow.
"What is this?" Tian Xue asked curiously, looking at the clothes in Xu San's hands.
"The clothes are for you, to disguise yourself."
"I have clothes, who cares about your rags?" The little rich woman continued to shake her head, assuming her arrogant posture.
"Whether you want to wear it or not, I'm going to bed! You can figure it out for yourself. Treat your kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs. You will regret it when you are caught by the Japanese for a round of rice." After saying that, Xu San put on his clothes and went out.
"Hmph! Who cares? Hey, come back, what does the wheel of rice mean?"
She doesn't say she doesn't want it, but her body is still very honest. This is the essence of tsundere.
Therefore, after Xu San left, Tian Xue spread the clothes on the kang.
The clothes produced by the assembly line in later generations are not exquisite, but they are better than neat and tidy.
No-iron chemical fiber clothing can maintain a good shape no matter how you rub it.
Therefore, Tian Xue could easily imagine what she would look like after putting on this suit of clothes.
But that wasn't the main thing. What moved her most was the words "Yenjing University" embroidered with gray silk thread on the chest of her shirt.
Picking up the shirt and measuring it on his body, the envious eyes of the little sisters unnaturally appeared in his mind.
But then, her bright eyes dimmed.
"Yenjing University...am I worthy?"
next day
The martial law in Ping An City has been strengthened again, and all the puppet troops patrolling the streets have been withdrawn and replaced by all Japanese soldiers.
Near noon, groups of Japanese soldiers arrived at Huiyuan Building, the largest restaurant in Pingan County, and waited solemnly.
As the largest restaurant in Pingan County was booked by Japanese soldiers today, not only was it booked, but the people in the surrounding streets were also told to stay at home and not go out.
The roof has been cleared.
Only a coffee table and two chairs were left in the huge dining room, which was extremely empty. Any movement in the unobstructed hall would be discovered immediately.
The commander of the First Army of Western Shanxi, Yoshio Utsuka, and the chief of staff of the North China Expeditionary Force, Kazuo Miyano, were sitting on both sides of the coffee table, meditating on the game.
As a bodyguard and waiter, Yamamoto Kazuki was staring at the tea cup on the coffee table with a serious expression at the moment, always ready to add water.
Youzhong and Youzhong are equally powerful at chess, and it is almost the end of the game. They are very cautious every time they make a move, for fear of making a wrong move and losing the whole game.
After thinking for a long time, Yuzuka gently placed the chess piece in his hand on the chessboard.
eat!
Miyano shook his head gently, it seemed that he lost.
In fact, he had seen the situation in front of him more than ten steps ago. At that time, he did not admit defeat. He was just taking a chance and hoping that Otsuka would make a mistake. As a result, Otsuka was as steady as an old dog and made no mistakes at all.
He picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The temperature was just right.
The aroma of tea filled the mouth, and after swallowing, it was like a mist rising in the stomach, and then turned into a chill that rushed straight to the brain.
Putting down the tea cup, Miyano said: "Well, I tasted the mist of Mount Fuji."
Seeing that the tea cup was empty, Yamamoto quickly filled it up and flattered him: "General Miyano's imagination is truly incredible."
Miyano was unmoved after hearing the flattery, and just slowly raised his head: "Unfortunately, this is just Biluochun from southern China."
It seems like a pat on the back.
Yamamoto couldn't help but break out in cold sweat, and for a moment, he didn't know how to answer the call.
Now Yamamoto wants to promote his special tactics. Whether the promotion can be successful depends entirely on Kazuo Miyano, who is currently in the position.
You know, Miyano is the chief of staff of the North China Expeditionary Army, with the rank of major general, a so-called high and powerful position.
Although he is one level lower in rank than his immediate superior, Utsuka, the Japanese army's voice in North China is much higher than that of Utsuka.
Utsuka shook his head. He knew that Miyano didn't like to hear flattery, and his love meant that this slap was like a slap on the horse's face.
Out of concern for his subordinates, he said: "The true meaning of the tea ceremony lies in maintaining inner peace. It lies in the heart, not in the tea! Miyano-kun is too concerned about the origin of the tea. I believe that in a few years, this Biluochun will also It will be one of my empire’s famous teas.”
He didn't say anything clearly, it was like a Zen moment, and he got over the little embarrassment just now without missing a beat.
Picking up the teapot, Utsuka poured a cup for Yamamoto and then stretched out his hand.
Yamamoto was flattered and quickly said "Hi!", stood at attention, picked up the teacup with both hands and drank it all in one gulp.
Watching Yamamoto finish drinking, Utsuka lowered his head and filled a cup for himself: "Colonel Yamamoto, have all your hard work of this long-distance attack been resolved by the fragrance of this tea?"
"Hi! General!"
Most of the senior generals in the army check and exploit each other, and will not let one family become bigger.
Miyano came to Ping'an County today to find something to do with Utsuka, but looking at the situation now, he didn't need to speak first.
Since he has something to ask for from me, it doesn't hurt to listen first, which will give me a head start. Thinking of this, Miyano followed Uzuka's words and continued: "Colonel has just returned from the expedition, how did he achieve it? I heard that your special agent team is the favorite of General Uzuka."
When Yamamoto was about to step forward to show off his merits, he saw Otsuka blinking at him twice without missing a beat.
As an old gay friend, of course he understood what Yuzhong was conveying to him at this moment, so he swallowed back the words he had prepared and said in a praising tone: "Ashamed! There is nothing to say!"
"Oh?" Miyano pretended to be interested, "If you have anything to say, Colonel Yamamoto, please tell me directly."
"Chief of Staff Miyano has always focused on the field army and is not interested in my special operations forces!"
Miyano nodded thoughtfully, "China has recovered its vastness. How can Osaka Yamamoto, with only a hundred people, be able to take on the overall situation?"
"It depends on the general's vision. When the strategic balance is in balance, the weight of an ant can cause the balance to tilt."
Yamamoto spoke sternly, his tone a bit stiff, as if a third-rate actor was reciting his lines. These were all lines prepared in advance, but he was still too nervous and forgot a little, so he paused and continued: "The chief of staff forgot that in Sarajevo, a . World War I! Little people can also make history.”
"The essence of special operations has nothing to do with the number of people!" When he said this, Yamamoto really began to show his true feelings, because he had been on the battlefield in North China for more than a year, and he had been hidden in the grave, like a shady third person. Three.
As a soldier, he couldn't swallow this breath, so he couldn't help himself at this time.
Seeing that the time was right, Utsuka suddenly said: "General Miyano, I'll excuse my bluntness, as the chief of staff of the entire North China region..."
Then Usatsuka used the excuse of discussing tactics to talk about Yamamoto's 200:0 record against the independent group.
Miyano also had his own intelligence network and knew that the Eighth Route Army had just suffered a defeat and suffered a huge defeat.
But he didn't expect that the real leader of the unit that defeated the Eighth Route Army was standing here.
Even so, he still didn't like Yamamoto very much. But because of the face, I still had an in-depth exchange with Yamamoto.
After a brief conversation, Yamamoto withdrew, and Miyano also explained the purpose of his visit this time.
Western Shanxi is a coal-rich province. It can be said that there are coal mines everywhere. Although the grade is not high, the advantage is that the quantity is large.
And large-scale mining of coal requires a large amount of labor.
Normal labor requires money, but will the Japanese as invaders pay honestly?
The answer is obvious.
In order to save mining costs, miners are forced to do heavy work for more than ten hours a day in mines that are hot, humid, and filled with coal dust, and their living conditions are extremely poor. A large number of miners suffered from dysentery, typhoid and other infectious diseases due to acclimatization and other reasons. The inhumane invaders not only refused to treat them, but instead imprisoned them in isolation centers. When they were dying, they were thrown into the wilderness, river valleys, In caves and old coal mines. Over time, "mass graves" filled with bones were formed.
Due to tight wartime conditions and insufficient coal production, Miyano decided to turn to the Utsuka prisoner-of-war camp.
There are hundreds of types of central troops, which is a considerable labor force, and can completely solve the problem of labor shortage in coal mines.
However, Utsuka did not immediately agree to Miyano's request, because he still had use for these prisoners of war and did not want to waste them on low-end labor like digging holes.
"Please wait for the prisoners of war beforehand. After all, the international personnel are watching. If we do it, it will definitely affect the empire's international reputation. Moreover, those prisoners of war can negotiate some terms with the Nationalist Government at a critical moment. But please, the palace Don’t worry, Mr. Ye, I will personally select 1,000 young men and send them to you in a few days.”
He didn't get the prisoners he wanted, but Miyano's goal was still achieved, so he stood up and bowed: "Thank you, General Uzuka."
Uzuka waved his hand: "Miyano-kun, I'm afraid it's not just for a few miners that you came to my place this time, right?"
"Sure enough, you can't hide anything from General Utsuka. I'm here this time for a small matter."
"You're welcome, Chief of Staff Miyano. If you need anything, just call or send a telegram. Why bother doing it yourself?"
"It's related to the military department, so it's better to come and have a rest in person and relax."
"Then let's talk."
"Does General Uzuka know about the Mishima Consortium?"
"Of course I know, the Mishima Consortium is an important arms supplier to the military!"
"Then you know that the second son of the Mishima family is in your army!"
Uzuka shook his head. As a general, he manages tens of thousands of people. Of course, it is not his concern to care about whose children are doing this.
But the matter of Mishima Consortium is another matter.
Because the Mishima Consortium controls almost one-third of the military supply, if the second young master of his family really dies at his hands, he estimates that his military career will be almost over, and he may even have to commit seppuku.
"Miyano-kun mentioned this to me, would you like me to give him some special care?" Utsuka asked tentatively.
"No need for special care, just pay more attention. Some things will cause people with ulterior motives to gossip."
