A big shot came to the Japanese Military Police Headquarters in Gaoru County today, Major General Kato Thirty-sixth, deputy commander of the 12th Division, to inspect the preparations for war in the western section of the border.
Officials from the small county military police headquarters gathered together, and the dejected governor of the county, Wang Zimiao, hid at the back of the crowd.
Firstly, he has a humble position in front of these many high-ranking officials; secondly, the current series of tense situations were initially caused by his seizure of a civilian woman.
The Japanese people are friendly to people on the surface, and they are also particularly kind to the people of Anshan in the Xinri Territory.
But after working together, Wang Zimiao knew that Japanese people were kind but cruel, especially the Japanese soldiers, who were cruel and ruthless. He would not be surprised at all if he was shot to vent his anger.
If it weren't for the vast world and nowhere to go, he would have really wanted to abandon his official position and run away.
When the Japanese general Kato Sanroku, who was short in stature but had a sinister face, walked by one by one and came to his side, the translator introduced him.
Wang Zimiao was trembling in his heart, but he quickly bowed with an apologetic smile on his face. When he caught a glimpse of General Kato's sinister gaze from the corner of his eye, he felt as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake, and his whole body was trembling with fear.
"Wang Sang, don't be afraid of yours!" Kato Thirty-six spoke in blunt Central Asian dialect and patted Wang Zimiao's hand gently, "I don't blame you for all this. It's just the Montenegro people who are attacking our Great Japanese Kingdom.
Provocative! So, you don’t have to blame yourself!”
"Yes, yes!" Wang Zimiao was sweating profusely and could only vaguely agree.
"Hmph, the Montenegrins are overestimating their capabilities. If the farce continues, I will give them a hard time!" The speaker was a burly officer standing next to Kato Thirty-six. His khaki military uniform epaulette had the rank of colonel.
, he is the commander of the local garrison and the captain of the 1st Regiment of the 12th Division.
The 12th Division stationed in the New Sun Territory has eight regiments with more than 27,000 troops.
Among the eight regiments, there are five infantry regiments, and there are one artillery, engineer and baggage regiment each.
The First Regiment is the ace regiment of the 12th Division, with the strongest combat power. The commander of the Regiment, Kato Kazuo, is also a famous general of the Yamata-do and a descendant of the kendo master Kato Sheng.
Kato Thirty-six turned to look at Kato Kazuo, "Kato, do you really think that the Montenegrins are performing a lame farce?"
Even in front of Shangguan, Kato Kazuo looked arrogant and raised his head and said: "Of course, do the Montenegrins really dare to challenge us with force? It's just a lie, saying that we captured their people, the whole world is clamoring, and still
They were on the headlines of the East China Sea media. Their leader is from the East China Sea and he likes to talk nonsense and slander others in the newspapers. But in the face of powerful force, these children's tricks are of no use?!"
"Kazuo, you are wrong!" Kato Thirty-six had a serious look on his face, "According to many signs and intelligence analysis, the Montenegrins are likely to launch an attack on us, so you must not be careless!"
This was also said to all the military and political officials present. Kato Kazuo shook his head repeatedly. Although he did not speak, the contempt was extremely strong.
Kato Kazuo was a well-known hawk among the senior Japanese officers of the Young Zhuang Sect. From the first day he arrived in Anshan, he wanted to provoke a war with Northern Xinjiang.
As for the Montenegrins, they are the opponents they need to face after the destruction of Northern Xinjiang.
Although Kato Kato is arrogant, his strategic vision has always been respected.
Obviously, the best strategy for the Japanese people is to support the Haixi people to destroy the Northern Xinjiang regime as soon as possible and firmly control the Northern Xinjiang territory.
As for the already-allied Heishan and Longbei regime, they will wait until the northern Xinjiang is digested before slowly making plans.
Because the Eastern Alliance has an ambiguous attitude, it would require diplomatic cooperation to start a war against the Montenegrins.
But if the Montenegrins are looking for death and take the initiative to attack, then it is a blessing. The so-called Eastern Alliance, according to its friendship and cooperation agreement, has no responsibility to support members who initiate war with foreign countries.
Kato Thirty-Six stared at Kato Kato gloomily, "Kato, you know Ichiro who lived in the East China Sea back then, right?"
"I know, it's your cousin!" Kato Kazuo's tone was full of fun, "The Prince of Montenegro was still a lawyer back then, and the lawsuit forced him to die, right?" He smiled contemptuously: "So, a lawyer, he
Do you really dare to launch a war against our Great Japanese Kingdom? His most important subordinates have already become lords, and are they still ordered by him to go around and file lawsuits? It’s ridiculous and ridiculous. Do you think you can conquer the world by filing lawsuits?!
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"Just because he has been a lawyer does not mean that he can only use intrigues. If you carefully study the lawsuits he has fought, you will know that he is very courageous, and he likes to attack his enemies by surprise!" Kato
Thirty-Six looked at Kato Kazuo, "Kato, many of our generals are as blindly optimistic as you. I think this is a dangerous signal!"
Kato Kazuo originally wanted to refute, maybe he wanted to say, can a lawyer's strategy be the same as that of war? Lawyers attack the enemy with words, but war is blood and fire. Lawyers who are accustomed to it like to go to the negotiation table.
Don’t Montenegrins just use the media to occupy the so-called truth and want to gain advantages at the negotiation table?
But after hearing Kato Sanroku's last words, Kato Kazuo pursed his lips tightly and stopped talking, obviously not convinced.
In the Japanese army, there is a tradition of subordinates overcoming superiors, especially the young and strong faction, who often disapprove of the old-school military officials who they think have lost their ambitions. However, in public, they still have to respect the superiors as much as possible.
Suddenly, there was a faint rumble in the distance.
The ground seemed to tremble, and then all the lights in the banquet hall were suddenly extinguished.
"Bang bang bang", the gunshots rang out in the banquet hall, deafening.
Wang Zimiao suddenly fell to the ground, his ears buzzing from the shock, and he heard screams one after another in the hall.
"Bang", Wang Zimiao was hit on the waist by a heavy object, which made him groan and almost couldn't breathe.
Reaching out to push, he suddenly realized that what hit him was a corpse. He turned around and saw a flash of light in the hall. Wang Zimiao suddenly covered his mouth and almost screamed. He was lying on his body.
The owner of the corpse was none other than Kato Kazuo, who had a proud face just now, but now there was a big bloody hole on his face, his face was hideous and terrifying, and he was obviously dead.
"Bang bang bang", random gunshots rang out again, as if the military police outside were attacking in, throwing grenades and the like in, wondering whether there were any living people inside.
The number of assassins who sneaked into the banquet living room was not large. It sounded like they were shrinking, and some were shot and fell to the ground. The gunshots fired outside became increasingly sparse.
Wang Zimiao lay tightly on the ground, not daring to move. It was so cold down there that he didn't even know when he peed his pants...
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The official residence of the governor of Xinridu, the capital of Xinri District.
Governor Masayoshi Kawamoto paced anxiously. News came from the border that it seemed that the military camp of the First Regiment had been bombarded by heavy artillery fire.
But the call was soon disconnected.
Calls to Gaoru County have been blocked.
I contacted the headquarters of Lieutenant General Kato Mototake, the commander of the 12th Division, but could not get a message.
At first, Masayoshi Kawamoto just hoped that there was something wrong with the phone line, but as he paced, he felt more and more panicked for some reason.
Adjacent to the New Sun Territory is the Northern Montenegro Autonomous Territory of the Principality of Black Mountain Fort. Its governor-lord is the insidious and cunning figure with whom he had many dealings when he was the envoy in Shengjing and later the chief director of the public board of directors.
From a gambling game he was present, he actually won 30 million.
But in the final analysis, I still couldn't really buy him.
It's hard to say what this guy will do.
But, does he really dare to order his troops to launch artillery bombardment on his own military camp in the New Sun Territory?
This is completely different from the border troops from both sides firing cold shots at each other.
But what if he really dares to take such a serious risk?
Masayoshi Kawamoto's heart trembled slightly.
At this moment, the confidential secretary hurried in with a very ugly look on his face.
Masayoshi Kawamoto's heart sank, and he asked urgently: "Is the telegram from Gaoru County?" The telephone line was cut off, so the telegram could still be sent, right?
"No..." The confidential secretary stuttered a little, "Your Majesty Governor, Prince Heishanbao is delivering a speech through the Kunlun Radio Station. Yes, he is declaring war on Haixi Province and us. Oh, he calls us Xinri supported by Haixi Province.
Accepting the puppet regime..."
Masayoshi Kawamoto had already hurried to the radio, turned on the switch, turned the pointer, and reached the band of Kunlun Radio.
The unique magnetic voice of the Prince of Montenegro came out, and the speech had probably started long ago and had come to an end.
"I and the tens of millions of people in Montenegro will always stand beside the enslaved people in the North, because when our neighbors are enslaved, if we remain silent, we will be the ones enslaved next! In view of this
, I declare that from this moment on, the Principality of Montenegro and the Hercynian Province and the new Japanese puppet regime established by usurping Ansan territory are in a state of war! Also from this moment on, I will declare the fate of the Principality of Montenegro, the Principality of Montenegro.
The future of the Montenegrin people and the future of the Montenegrin people will be left to our soldiers tomorrow, and I am with you! Long live the brave and fearless Montenegrin Army!"
Masayoshi Kawamoto's face was ashen and he was speechless.
At the same moment, on the border of the Principality of Montenegro, the sound of "Long Live" rang loudly.
Whether it is the black armored troops on the march, the columns of infantry in the military camp preparing to go out, or the dense artillery positions that have begun to bombard the opponent's military camp on the front line.
Or, the pilots sitting upright in the secret base.
A few minutes ago, the commanders all started broadcasting.
After His Royal Highness the Prince finished his speech, there was a brief silence.
The sound of "Long Live" immediately resounded through the sky, and the boiling blood boiling in my heart seemed to be completely vented and released in this cold spring only by screaming with all my strength.
