The battle was fierce, with Mongolian cavalry, Manchurian Xing'an cavalry, Soviet mechanized troops and air force, and Japanese Kwantung Army infantry and artillery all involved. Although it was nominally a territorial conflict between Mongolia and Manchuria, behind it was a game between the two major powers of the Soviet Union and Japan.

When the Soviet Union and Japan started war, Japan added a strong enemy, which was quite beneficial to China's great cause of war. Everyone knew this, so they were so excited that they were as excited as the New Year. They wanted to fight the battle bigger and bigger, so it would be better to pull the Soviet Union in.

Suddenly, Chen Zikun sighed: "Sad, Mongolia and Manchukuo were originally Chinese territory. The war between the Soviet and Japan began, which was exactly the same as the Russo-Japanese War decades ago. We always think about the benefit of fishermen. In fact, this is the unreliable weak thinking. I don't know when China will truly become stronger and fight out all the little ones who dare to invade my territory. Alas, I'm afraid I can only see it when I get old."

Liu Ting advised him: "No matter what, this matter is of great benefit to the situation of the War of Resistance. Wang Jingwei's treason has a great impact on morale. The war between the Soviet Union and Japan can regain some confidence."

Chen Zikun said: "I hope this is the case."

In the next two months, Chen Zikun was always paying attention to the war in Nomenhan. The Soviet and Japanese sides continued to increase their troops. The Kwantung Army assembled 50,000 tiger and wolf troops on the Manchuria-Mongolia border, and was in a strong position to advance directly. It reminded people of the old incident of Tsarist Russia's defeat during the Russo-Japanese War that year. Whether history will repeat itself, the whole world will wait and see.

In August, the Soviet Army and Air Force, which had been declining to show their weakness to the enemy, suddenly launched an attack with a thunderous force. A hundred thousand troops headed south. With the support of hundreds of fighter bombers, thousands of artillery and countless tanks, they raged over and destroyed the two Japanese most elite divisions of the Kwantung Army.

When the news came, the whole world was shocked, Chongqing was filled with joy, the Soviet-Japanese War became more and more intense, and victory of the War of Resistance is just around the corner.

But what many people expect is that at the best moment of taking advantage of the victory, the Soviet Union actually signed an armistice agreement with Japan, which made the fight bloody face. Suddenly, the handshake made peace, which made the Chinese people happy.

...

In a Japanese restaurant in Hongkou, Shanghai, King Yu was drunk in a sad Japanese music. Because of the disastrous defeat of the imperial army in Nomenhan, he felt frustrated and said in tears: "Twenty thousand imperial troops died in the desert and were wrapped in corpses, so heroic."

Yan Qingyu, who was pulled to drink with him, said, "Yes, heroic, but unfortunately there are too few heroic."

King Yusu was furious: "Baga, you dare to gloat!"

Yan Qingyu said: "Who said last month that as soon as the Kwantung Army took off, the Soviets would be thrown away, and you have forgotten?"

"Baga, you are too much. The Imperial Army is fighting for the Asian people in Nomenhan. As a member of East Asia, you are actually looking at the Russians. You are a traitor to Asia!"

King Yusu hit him with a punch, and Yan Qingyu easily avoided: "A gentleman speaks but not acts."

King Yusu was about to continue to pounce on him, and suddenly the sliding door opened. A woman wearing a kimono with a face full of makeup and kneeling at the door and said, "It's rude, some guests want to drink with Yusang."

"Who is it?" King Yuhu asked with drunken eyes.

"It's me, Takeo Imai." A middle-aged man walked in, wearing a suit, but his military temperament could not be concealed.

"It's Imai Jun. The staff member who has no choice but to do anything is better than to do anything." King Yuzu murmured and took another sip of wine.

Takeo Imai bowed to the woman who led the way and thanked him: "I'm in trouble."

The woman returned the gift and pulled the door.

Takeo Imai stared at King Yusu coldly and said nothing.

King Yusu put down his wine pot and stared at him back.

Suddenly, Takeo Imai slapped King Yusui in the face, and a loud bang. King Yusui was stunned and did not fight back or dodge.

Takeo Imai continued to take action: "This slap is to teach you a lesson for Viscount O's name!"

"This slap is to teach you a lesson for the tens of thousands of imperial soldiers who died in Nomenhan! The soldiers died on the battlefield, but you are drunk and dreaming in Shanghai. You are enlightened!"

King Yusu was beaten so much that he looked like Venus. Takeo Imai became more and more addicted. He was about to slap the third ear, but Yan Qingyu grabbed his hand: "Bastard, it means to hit him twice. Are you addicted? Is he here to practice?"

Takeo Imai could understand Chinese and looked at Yan Qingyu coldly, his cold gaze made him shudder.

"You are Yansang, it seems that you are still awake. I will give you three minutes to wake up this drunkard and I will wait for him outside." After that, Takeo Imai went out.

"Yansang, thank you." King Yusu was still drunk and hazy.

Yan Qingyu dragged King Yu to the faucet and woke him up with cold water. The young diplomat finally regained his mind and murmured: "What a headache guy."

"Who are you talking about? That boy outside?"

"Even in the military headquarters, no one dared to challenge Colonel Takeo Imai." King Yuzuo wiped his face randomly, muttering while tidying up his clothes. Although he was reluctant, he still left the entrance.

In the atrium, Takeo Imai stood with his back to him, his voice stern: "Is it the young master of the Imperial family like this? You disappointed me."

King Yuzu stood attentively and bowed: "I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble."

"From now on, you will be transferred to active service, awarded the title of Army Major, directly under my leadership, and say goodbye to the past life of luxury!"

"What?" King Yuhu was stunned. He was just a cultural spy from the Ministry of Culture and Culture. Why was he directly assigned to the army? He was still the rank of a minor. His starting point was not low.

Takeo Imai continued to turn his back to him and said, "In the battle of Nomenhan, although the Empire suffered losses, it allowed the Soviet Union to see the Bushido spirit of the Imperial Army's decisive death, making Stalin dare not attack the Far East easily. From a strategic perspective, the Empire won."

"Hayi!" King Yuxiang bowed his head, his heart was mixed and he had to accept it. The military advisers could say that the dead were alive, and defeat could be said to be victory.

"The empire and the Soviet Union reached an agreement, and the plan for the Kanto Army to advance north had to be abolished. The strategic direction of the empire will be the south in the future." Takeo Imai waved his hand, as if there was a map of the world in front of him.

"Hong Kong, Singapore, the Philippines, Java, Micronesia, Australia, the southern hemisphere, which is rich in oil, rubber and iron ore, will all be the glorious spoils of the empire."

King Yusu couldn't help but be excited: "Senior, is the base camp finally going to start a war against the Yingmi ghost beast?"

Takeo Imai nodded reservedly: "The collision between Asians and Europe and the United States will happen sooner or later. Now the Imperial Army is deeply trapped in China and its troops are in short supply. In order to expand a new battlefield, it is necessary to reach a peace agreement with Chongqing."

"Senior, what does this have to do with me?" King Yuhu interrupted.

"Baga, did you ask me about it?" Takeo Imai was furious.

King Yuhuo shut up quickly.

"The guy next to you is named Yan Qingyu. His brother-in-law is an important person in Chongqing."

"However, Chen Zikun is just a former warlord who is not a direct line, and now he is just an insignificant official responsible for the family affairs of the dead." In order to show off the information he possessed, King Yuhu interrupted again.

Takeo Imai glanced at him, and the King Yusu, who was still scorching on his face, quickly stopped.

"I really can't do anything about you. Although Chen Zikun is not in the center of power, he has a very close relationship with the supreme authorities, especially with Mrs. Jiang, Ms. Soong Mei-ling, and Song Ziwen, a senior official in diplomatic and financial circles. In other words, he is the person who can influence the highest decision-making in Chongqing."

"It's what Chinese people often say about blowing the pillow wind." King Yusu couldn't help but say something more.

Takeo Imai did not scold him this time, but instead praised: "Yes, that's what it means. The value of Wang Jingwei's line has been basically exhausted. I thought his turnaround would bring the surrender of the Kuomintang army of at least fifty divisions. I didn't expect the effect was not as good as the ideal, so we must establish a contact channel with Chongqing, Yusang, do you understand?"

King Yuhu straightened his back: "Senior, I understand that using Yan Qingyu's relationship to open up the line of Chen Zikun, gain contact with the Song family, and then establish a secret communication channel with the supreme authorities in Chongqing."

Takeo Imai looked at his watch: "It's getting late, I still have something to do. Tomorrow you go to the office on the 11th floor of Broadway Building to find me."

Yan Qingyu heard the conversation between the two people. Unfortunately, he didn't understand Japanese and could only vaguely understand a few words, which seemed to be related to him.

King Yusu entered the room with a wry smile: "Yansang, my career is all about you."

Yan Qingyu said in a daze: "What does it have to do with me?"

"Let's go, you'll know tomorrow." King Yusu pulled Yan Qingyu out.

...

The next day, King Yusu and Yan Qingyu drove to the Broadway Building on the bank of the Suzhou River. This majestic building was formerly the asset of British merchants and was forcibly bought by the Japanese after August 13. Now the building is occupied by Japanese generals and secret agencies. There are military police guards at the door, and ordinary people dare not stop.

Takeo Imai's office is on the 11th floor. There are two hotel rooms that are connected, one is an office and the other is a living room. There is a sun flag hanging on the wall, a saber and a saber are placed on the knife stand, and a globe is placed on the desk. From the window, you can overlook the Waibaidu Bridge and the Bund. The Huangpu River is in the distance, and the scenery is very beautiful.

"Yosan, you're sitting here." Takeo Imai was very kind. Although he was wearing a colonel's uniform, he was kind like an uncle next door.

King Yusu tried the chair of the big class, turned around, and smiled and said, "It's very majestic."

"Well, from now on, this seat will be yours." Takeo Imai said.

"What." King Yuhu jumped up and was at a loss.

Takeo Imai smiled: "Okay, boy, stop pretending. This office is the residence of the Imperial Office in Shanghai, and I specially prepared it for you."

King Yuhu was very moved: "Senior, I really don't know what to say. I'm really useless and tears are coming out."

Takeo Imai laughed: "It is normal to get an organization named after his surname suddenly. It is normal to be excited. If you don't have a military background, you won't be disgusting and you are familiar with Chinese culture. This task is the most suitable for you. Do you still remember what I told you yesterday?"

As he said that, Takeo Imai suddenly bowed: "Ohsan, please."

King Yuhu hurriedly returned the greeting: "But... senior, how to solve the problems of funds and personnel?"

Takeo Imai smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The military headquarters' funding is very limited, and it has been taken away by the Mei agency of His Excellency Kagesato. You know, Wang Zhengfu's preparation requires huge amounts of funds... so I can only give you some military tickets."

The king of the Imperial Palace said: "Military tickets are waste paper, and even beggars don't want them."

"Then you can only find a way yourself. Using Lingzun's influence in the parliament may help."

"What about the personnel?"

"Think of a way yourself."

After saying that, Takeo Imai put on his military cap and took out his saber, leaving only a clanging sound of horse boots knocking on the marble floor of the corridor.

King Yu looked at his only subordinate Yan Qingyu, and the two of them stared at each other and were stunned.


Chapter completed!