1937, October 28, 15:45 in the morning.

"Mr. Zhang, if...I mean if we are all still here tomorrow morning, I would like to hold a flag-raising ceremony. After all, if we want to boost the morale of the military and the people..."

To Xie Jinyuan's surprise, Zhang Sixing suddenly laughed.

The incident of the Sihang Warehouse defenders raising the flag to boost morale did happen in history, and it was indeed because of this incident that it boosted the anti-war morale of soldiers and civilians across the country.

However, in the battle to defend the Sihang Warehouse in this time and space, not only did the Japanese Marine Corps appear in three brigades to attack one after another, they even mobilized an army brigade until now.

It is foreseeable that today's tranquility during the day may foreshadow the bloody battle tonight and tomorrow. It is not known whether the Sihang Warehouse Building will collapse in the end.

Now that he got up, whether it was an order from the top, or he just thought of it now, fortunately, Zhang Sixing had already been prepared.

Although he had this idea for a long time, he just didn't have the chance for a while. After all, he was busy outside for two consecutive mornings.

Now that he heard his request, he smiled mysteriously at Xie Jinyuan and even winked.

"Thank you, Captain, I have already prepared this matter. Please come with me."

The two of them came to the place where Zhang Sixing stored his equipment, picked up what looked like a single rack that he had brought with him, wiped off the cloth cover on the outside, and saw a large, well-made silk flag.

Of course, the other thicker "bang"-like cloth cover with four lines was not unfolded, and Xie Jinyuan did not ask what was inside. But that was not important. He was still very satisfied when he saw the red flag in the blue sky and white sun on the ground.

"I didn't expect Mr. Zhang to actually prepare the national flag. May I ask what Mr. Zhang thinks about the flag raising at 6:30 tomorrow morning?"

Hearing his inquiry, Zhang Sixing nodded seriously,

"I will be on time to participate."

At this moment, in a secret school in Tokyo, Japan, Yamaoka Miho is wearing a white kendo uniform, her long hair is combed into a samurai-like high ponytail, a red braided red headband, and a black body with gold patterns.

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The lower body is black hakama pants with a white belt. This is a special outfit for practicing kendo.

The big black and white eyes do not have the slightest hint of the delicacy of a female college student, but instead a vague aura radiates from her body.

There was a solemn look in her eyes, the bamboo sword in her hand was tilted forward, and she was staring at her opponent with all her concentration.

She was facing off against a boy from the same grade. As a senior in the kendo club, he still had some strength. He was dressed almost the same as Miho. The difference was that he was wearing a helmet and gauntlets, so he was fully armed.

Of course, if compared to Yamaoka Miho, who started practicing kendo at the age of six, he would certainly be vulnerable.

The steps under his feet suddenly moved, and the bamboo sword in his hand moved forward like lightning. At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came,

"stop"

However, it was already too late. Yamaoka Miho, who was holding a bamboo sword in both hands, had already broken through the male student's defense with one sword and struck him directly on the neck.

If that's all it is, it doesn't matter if a girl's body is flexible and her hands are faster than those of a boy with thick hands and feet.

But what surprised those who ordered him to stop was that with a light bamboo sword, Miho Yamaoka actually knocked the male senior to the ground with a single blow.

Everyone who saw it couldn't help but feel a cold breath on their necks. If it was a real sword, I'm afraid that with the power of this sword, it would have easily and skillfully chopped off the boy's head.

"Miho, these two...these two gentlemen are looking for you, please give me the knife."

Yamaoka Miho looked at the two men in suits with confusion. One was tall and the other was short, with cold expressions and cautious eyes.

They don't look like the people in the school. They lack the professors' love for knowledge in their eyes, and they also lack the frankness in their eyes.

Their eyes are full of scrutiny and suspicion. When they look at people, their eyes are like knives, trying to cut open people's hearts.

"Hi"

Yamaoka Miho bent down slightly towards the kendo teacher, held the bamboo sword in her hand flat, and handed it to the kendo teacher with both hands flat.

Then she turned around, but before she could speak, the taller one had already bent down slightly and asked,

"Are you Miho Yamaoka?"

"Hi"

Still speaking in a thin voice, like a good girl, Yamaoka Miho bowed respectfully and responded.

"You come with us."

As he spoke, two men in suits grabbed Yamaoka Miho's shoulders.

"Two gentlemen, what's the matter with you? How could you touch a female student?"

People outside the school don't know how to get along. It's okay for the guards to come to the university to find people, but it's wrong for them to come up and use their hands on female students without saying a word.

Since Zi Zhi had some kendo skills, the kendo teacher stepped forward to stop him.

But what he never expected was that the tall man among the visitors suddenly pushed him in the chest.

"Go away, we are from the Military Affairs Section of the Military Affairs Bureau..."

As soon as I saw the opponent's hand pushing towards me, I reached out and grabbed the opponent's arm and wanted to do a one-handed behind-the-back throw.

But what he didn't expect at all was that the tall man shouted,

"Baga, do you want to go to the gendarmerie?"

He flipped his wrist with his hand, grabbed the kendo teacher's wrist with his backhand and swung it outward. At the same time, he stretched his foot forward to trap his leg.

As the saying goes, physical strength is not a loss, the kendo teacher who was charging forward was thrown far away with just a flick.

Then the tall man took out his ID and was about to show it to the students around him.

"How could you hit a teacher?"

Miho Yamaoka's beautiful eyes, which were originally delicate and soft, widened, and her soft gaze turned cold.

Before the short man in front of him could react, he had already taken action.

However, her attack method is different from Judo and Karate. It is Aikido, which only appeared in the past ten years. It was not until 1948 that the name Aikido was officially used.

Even at this time, the name Aikido has not been officially determined. The difference from Judo is that Aikido has more anti-joint techniques and holding methods.

To put it bluntly, it focuses on grabbing and adding a round body, advocating the unity of Qi, heart and body.

He reached out to grab the other person's hand that was about to rest on his shoulder, and twisted it back. Before the other person could open his mouth, he caught the other person's heel and moved his body to the side. He knelt down on one knee and made a small hand move back.

The short man's body flew into the air as if being swung by her, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing Yamaoka Miho's reaction, the tall man who had just thrown away the kendo teacher had a gloomy face and cursed in a low voice,

"Baga, no wonder Tetsujiro Yamaoka surrendered to the Chinese and became a lackey. It turns out he has a sister who is also rebellious..."

Yamaoka Miho's anger was shattered by the words of the tall man in front of her. She asked in surprise,

"How is it possible? My brother is serving in the Marine Corps. How is it possible? Are you mistaken?"

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A few months later, Miho Yamaoka, who disappeared from the university, appeared on a passenger ship bound for China.
Chapter completed!