Yan Shuangying, who was reading the newspaper, was too lazy to move. He used his hands to perform tricks and activated the small movement technique. The door naturally opened inward. Wang Mintong moved in with a troubled face and stood beside him without speaking for a long time.
"Tsk," he raised his eyes, glanced at the girl, and said, "Have you seen the house?"
"Well, everything is fine." Wang Mintong felt sad in her heart, hoping that the world would continue to function as usual without her. She thought that when she left, everyone in the family would be worried about her, and they would be in pain. There must be worries, and it would be too much to be in pain.
"Isn't that great? If the trouble at home is solved, you might as well just stay at home."
Wang Mintong was a little shaken and said, "What about Mo Xiang?"
"Ha, I ran out with you, do you think Mo Xiang can come back?" Yan Shuangying sneered and said, "Just leave Mo Xiang alone, I will make arrangements."
Wang Mintong bit her lip and thought about it, she really couldn't argue with it. She was a young lady from a wealthy family. Even if she did something wrong, her family would at most reprimand her and ground her for a while. But the little maid Mo Xiang couldn't do it.
The master's family has become ruthless in recent years, and they really don't treat their maids and servants as human beings.
Wang Mintong thought for a long time, then shook her head: "Forget it, it's a mess when I come back, it's better to live freely outside. I'd better go back to Wudang... When do you plan to leave?"
"I'm not in a hurry. It will probably take a month or two anyway."
Wang Mintong thought about it secretly, and then she felt worried. She couldn't stay in the hotel room for a month or two, right?
As if he guessed what she was thinking, the guy said casually: "If you have nothing to do, go out for a walk."
"It's not going to get better...I'm from the capital."
"Don't make trouble. You usually never leave the house. How many delicious and fun things have you seen? If you have nothing to do, go to the overpass in the afternoon and I'm sure it will open your eyes."
There are two gatherings of craftsmen running around in the world these days, one is Jinmen Sangui, and the other is Beijing Tianqiao. Tianqiao is more famous than Sangui, but in fact there is not much difference between the two.
"What's so interesting about the overpass?" Wang Mintong frowned slightly. She had also passed by the overpass, and it was noisy when she saw it. There were people from all walks of life, and she didn't like it very much.
Yan Shuangying was different. He liked the fireworks in this world. So he simply threw away the newspaper and said lazily: "Okay, I will take you to broaden your horizons this afternoon."
After spending most of the day, in the afternoon, Yan Shuangying took the reluctant Wang Mintong to visit the overpass.
It was really the first time for this girl to come into contact with folk art at such a close distance. Despite her quiet temper, she was dazzled by the sight.
At this time, the Tianqiao can be described as a hundred schools of thought contending. There are five to six hundred artists of various types, including storytellers, opera singers, crosstalk talkers, those who sing about counting rare treasures, those who sing bamboo blackboard calligraphy, those who play Xihe drums, those who play single strings, and those who play foreign films.
, there are also wrestling, acrobatics and other performing arts, and there are nearly a hundred kinds of folk arts.
Yan Shuangying found a shop and broke through the ocean, exchanged a handful of copper coins, and gave half of it to Wang Mintong. They agreed to meet at the entrance of the alley at night, and then left the girl to have fun on her own.
That's all. Yan Shuangying didn't appreciate Peking opera, nor was he willing to listen to ditties, so he specifically looked for cross talkers and storytelling commentators.
Nowadays, all the artists who work hard on the ground are very particular about digging out cakes from the ground and catching thieves on the opposite side. If you listen for a long time and don't reward them, they will really make fun of you with their words.
Yan Shuangying walked around and listened to two crosstalks. The only thing he felt was that Lao Guo was too weak. The crosstalks these days are really bold.
The cross talk talk was not shocking, and even before Feng Jun left, these people dared to make fun of Zhang Dashuai and Zhang Shaoshuai.
After walking around until dark, Yan Shuangying still had more to say. He bumped into Wang Mintong at the entrance of the alley and asked. The girl said she had gone to listen to Peking Opera. Yan Shuangying thought about it for a while, and it seemed that Wang Mintong in front of her was still an artistic young woman.
That would be easy to handle. Starting from the next day, this guy would throw Wang Mintong into the theater early in the morning. He would go to the teahouse and listen to the book by himself. He would listen to it all day long, and his life would be enjoyable.
He was enjoying it, but the changes in the situation had already made some people sleepless and uneasy.
With a creak, Marshal Zhang opened the door. He was still wearing a marshal's uniform at night, and his face was full of tiredness. He took two steps quickly and sat on the chair with a golden sword. A servant immediately served him tea.
Shuai took a sip and looked at the attendant: "Is Xiao Liuzi still in Jinmen?"
The attendant lowered his head and said, "Young Marshal has been having trouble with Miss Zhao Si recently, and he is trying to find a way to coax her."
Marshal Zhang scolded: "What a jerk! My head hurts from the meetings. He is a bitch and knows how to find women. I will remove his Beijing-Tianjin garrison commander and tell him to go back to Fengtian."
The attendant nodded in agreement.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that although there is no result from the quarrel today, Marshal Zhang has made up his mind* and really cannot bear it anymore.
A bunch of old brothers corrupted faster than the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. Seeing Zhang Zongchang's defeat, no one dared to step forward to stop the militia. They watched the militia attack before their eyes, but they were still arguing.
Fighting means walking.
The fact that there was a quarrel showed that Fengjun's internal thoughts were confused and he was not ready for a head-on confrontation.
Dashuai Zhang is a smart man, how could he not see this?
Therefore, sending Marshal Zhang to Fengtian appeared to be dissatisfaction with him for playing with women, but in fact it was a disguised form of protection.
The attendant understood clearly, and then asked: "Commander, what should I do, Miss?"
"hold head high?"
"Miss Huaiying is still studying in college in Beichen."
Lao Zhang scolded: "That one is also careless. He actually instigated Xiao Liuzi to abduct Wanrong. The Japanese are crazy. They use this to talk to me every day."
Wanrong is just an unimportant factor. What's more important is that the Japanese have become increasingly dissatisfied with Lao Zhang's perfunctory behavior.
Since Tanaka came to power, the Japanese military has gradually gained dominance. As a result, its attitude towards Lao Zhang has become more and more arrogant. Even though Lao Zhang no longer asked the Japanese to send troops, the Japanese still forced Lao Zhang to agree with them.
excessive demands made.
What is the request? Naturally, it is the so-called rights of Manchukuo and Mongolia, which include building roads, mining, setting up factories, renting land, and immigrating. If this is agreed, there is no need to establish Manchukuo, and the entire Fengcheng faction will become a puppet army.
Lao Zhang is not stupid, how could he agree to the Japanese conditions?
What is different from history is that this time, although the Japanese put forward conditions, their attitude was quite good and they promised that if they agreed to these conditions, the Japanese would intervene and, if necessary, they could even send troops to prevent the Northern Expedition from continuing to move north.
Lao Zhang turned around in his mind. What the Japanese meant was that Zhili was left to Lao Zhang, and then the Japanese occupied the Northeast... Why? That is Lao Zhang's basic base outside Guanzhi. Although Zhili is good, but
This is the place where the four battles are fought, the northwest is not stopping, and the south is not stopping either. If Lao Zhang stays, he will wait for a while.
He weighed it repeatedly, recalling what Fei Jingting said at the beginning, and finally made up his mind. He might as well retreat to the outside of the pass. This move would be to retreat and advance. Throwing away the hot potato of Zhili, he would be able to stay outside the pass. From now on
Sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight.
As for the Japanese, Lao Zhang didn't take them seriously at all. He had hundreds of thousands of troops in his hands, and he didn't even pay attention to the Japanese garrison outside the customs.
Lao Zhang sighed, touched the bruised skin of his head, and cursed: "The horses are so stupid, I'm going to lose money this time."
Lao Zhang didn't take the Japanese seriously, but the Japanese took Lao Zhang seriously.
In the garrison camp in Lushun, a meeting about Lao Zhang was being held.
Below, Daisaku Kawamoto couldn't stand hearing the mature words of the officers one after another, so he just stood up with his arms slapped.
"Gentlemen, Marshal Zhang is indeed a key figure and has now become a thorn in the empire's side. You have been thinking about how to apply pressure, why don't you consider killing him?"
As soon as he said this, everything fell silent in the Kwantung Army headquarters, and everyone was frightened by Daisaku Kawamoto's crazy idea.
"Kawamoto-kun, do you know what you are talking about? The Feng army retreated outside the pass, and suddenly there were 300,000 more troops. After killing Marshal Zhang, how can the Kwantung Army compete with the hundreds of thousands of Feng troops with such a small force?"
"Asshole, do you want to drag the entire Kwantung Army to be buried with Marshal Zhang?"
"Kawamoto-kun is still too young, this idea is really childish."
Daisaku Kawamoto looked around proudly and suddenly smiled: "Gentlemen, you really think too highly of Fengjun."
"Hey, Kawamoto, don't be so secretive. If you have something to say, say it!"
Daisaku Kawamoto walked slowly around the long table: "The Fengjun army has the advantage, and Marshal Zhang is very cunning. I have told him that this man has a gangster spirit. When we are used, he will kneel down and lose his dignity; no need to
When you see us, leave us immediately.
As you all know, I come from an intelligence background. Based on my analysis of Feng Jun, the reason why Feng Jun is indifferent to the demands of our Empire of Japan is entirely because of this cunning Marshal Zhang. As long as he is dead, no one can stop him.
The empire annexed Manchuria and Mongolia.”
Someone shouted: "Kawamoto, you guys have been talking nonsense. Everyone knows that Marshal Zhang is very cunning. The question is what to do after killing him? You can't really fight Fengjun, right?"
Daisaku Kawamoto stopped, smiled disdainfully, and said: "This is what I want to say next... The most amazing thing is that the soul of the entire Fengjun army is Marshal Zhang. The rest, whether they are his sons or those so-called
Brothers, they are all cowards. So I judge that as long as Marshal Zhang is dead, no matter how angry those guys are, they will not dare to start a war because of fear."
Daisaku Kawamoto is indeed an intelligence guy. He went to Bashu and stayed in Bashu for a long time in his early years. He is like a Chinese expert. He broke it apart, crushed it into pieces, and explained all the mountains of the Feng clan clearly.
The so-called warlords have a big military leader at the top and small military leaders below. Although these military leaders all obey Lao Zhang, they may not all obey Xiao Zhang. Even if Marshal Zhang has lost his mind and is obsessed with revenge, he must first conquer all the warlords.
Only the top of the mountain will do.
The Kwantung Army can take advantage of this window period to do its best to encourage Japan to send troops to Manchuria and Mongolia to seize the benefits that have been planned long ago.
After listening to Daisaku Kawamoto's speech, everyone was speechless and stared directly at the commander of the Kwantung Army, Chotaro Muraoka, who was presiding over the meeting.
Chotaro Muraoka was silent. Kawamoto Daisaku belonged to the Baden-Baden Group, the Baden-Baden group of Hideki Tojo and Kenji Doihara, who were typical radicals.
Although Chotaro Muraoka was not that guy, he was also very radical. He weighed it over and over again in his mind and found that what Daisaku Kawamoto said made sense, and he couldn't find any logical errors. Maybe...it really works.
accomplish.
So Muraoka Chotaro said: "Kawamoto-kun, if you want to kill Marshal Zhang, when do you plan to do it?"
Kawamoto Daisaku said: "Your Excellency, we must hurry up before Fengjun returns to the outside of the pass."
"Well... in this case, you should make a plan and make sure it is foolproof."
"Hayi!"
The meeting broke up, and everyone walked out in twos and threes, discussing Daisaku Kawamoto's crazy plan in low voices.
Just as Daisaku Kawamoto was about to walk to the door, a military policeman caught up with him: "Dazuo, Commander, please stay for a moment."
"I got it."
When Daisaku Kawamoto returned to the conference room, he saw Chotaro Muraoka staring blankly at the map of Manchuria and Mongolia.
"Your Excellency." He called out, but Chotaro Muraoka waved his hand, so he stood quietly behind him and waited silently.
After a long time, Chotaro Muraoka sighed: "The land of Manchuria is so beautiful."
"Your Mightiness?"
Chotaro Muraoka turned around: "Kawamoto, if we really kill Marshal Zhang, no matter what the reasons are, as long as the empire does not want to start a war immediately, you and I will be dealt with by the empire. Are you mentally prepared?"
"Ha Yi! I have already put my personal honor and disgrace aside for the sake of the empire's living space."
"Yoshi, no wonder Doihara-kun would praise Kawamoto-kun so highly. He is indeed an excellent person."
"Your Mightiness--"
Chotaro Muraoka waved his hand and invited Kawamoto to sit down. He tapped his fingers on the table and said after a long while: "If I let Kawamoto-kun complete the assassination mission alone...are you sure?"
Daisaku Kawamoto frowned and thought for a moment, then said: "I need intelligence support."
"no problem."
"I also want a team that can perform special tasks."
"The Kwantung Army is at your disposal."
With his brows relaxed, Daisaku Kawamoto bowed slightly: "Then I'll have no problem."
Chotaro Muraoka nodded and said, "Then, Kawamoto-kun, go ahead and make preparations to ensure the success of the mission."
"Hayi!"
Daisaku Kawamoto left with great ambition. Chotaro Muraoka never thought about achieving unity within the Kwantung Army, let alone expected that the cabinet would agree to such a crazy plan.
The Kwantung Army only has more than 10,000 people outside the Pass, but there are as many as 300,000 soldiers who have withdrawn from the Pass. If Lao Zhang breaks the pot, he can pull up an army of 500,000 if he works hard. With such a number of people, even a pile of them can
Kill the Kwantung Army.
Therefore, in Chotaro Muraoka's view, this operation was definitely a big gamble. If the bet was won, the situation would open up, and the world would be brighter from now on; if the bet was lost, the Kwantung Army might have to withdraw to North Korea, and the brigade would not be safe.
Chotaro Muraoka has been a soldier all his life and has personally experienced the Russo-Japanese War. The Russo-Japanese War itself was a huge gamble. If it hadn't been for that huge gamble, Japan would still be a semi-colony of the European and American monsters.
Isn't it just a gamble? For the glory of the empire, everything is worth it!