He Zhenzhong nodded and entered an office under the guidance of the military attache.
"Who are you?" A middle-aged man wearing glasses and a suit looked at He Zhenzhong doubtfully.
He Zhenzhong smiled and handed over the certificate.
After taking the certificate and looking at it, the middle-aged man stood up with a swish sound, his face was excited, and he waved his hand to signal the military attache to go out first.
The military attache didn't say anything. He knew that the young man who had walked in alone had a very good identity, and he also knew the confidentiality policy.
Boom.
The office door is closed.
The middle-aged man stood up, adjusted the frame of his glasses, looked at He Zhenzhong, and said: "I didn't expect that he would be the famous General Death. I have admired his name for a long time, and he is indeed as young as the rumors."
They have stayed in Japan all year round, but they are fed up with the anger of these little devils, and they are also very aware of the hatred of those little devils towards China. A series of things that happened in Japan recently made them feel proud and elated, and every cell in their body felt happy.
The feeling.
As a diplomat, he certainly did not think that the Vietnamese had the ability and courage. When he saw He Zhenzhong, codenamed Death, and the youngest general in Chinese history, he had vaguely guessed something.
"Is there a way to leave Japan as quickly as possible?"
Hearing He Zhenzhong's words, the middle-aged man came back to his senses, nodded, and said: "However, the Japanese are very strict at the airport and port. There are many people from the Japanese Security Bureau hanging around there, although they are mainly targeting Vietnam.
However, the entry and exit of Chinese people are also subject to very strict checks, I’m afraid.”
This is of course, after all, he was the cause of the original incident. It is strange that the Japanese did not take strict precautions. He Zhenzhong waved his hand and said softly: "Smuggling is also possible."
The middle-aged man nodded, this is easy to handle, "General, let's go."
"Um."
Under the arrangement of the middle-aged man, He Zhenzhong left the embassy in a car with diplomatic license plates, and then sped away from Tokyo.
After arriving in Osaka, He Zhenzhong got off the car, and under the leadership of a middle-aged man, he walked to a beach while it was dark. He could vaguely see a small boat parked on the undulating sea.
"General, I will send you here. The ship will send you to a cargo ship that leaves the Osaka port. Then you hide. After entering the South China Sea, a fishing boat will pick you up.
I can take a fishing boat back home.”
He Zhenzhong nodded, stretched out his hand to shake his hand, "Sorry for the trouble."
"We are all our own people, why are you so polite?" the middle-aged man smiled.
"Can I ask you a favor?"
The famous God of Death asked me for help? The middle-aged man immediately became interested, "Say."
He Zhenzhong thought for a while and then said: "The staff of your embassy have more contact with Japan's upper class society. Please help me keep an eye on their Princess Jiazi. If there is anything unusual, just contact the Southeast Military Region."
Could it be that the God of Death still has something to do with Prince Yoshinai? The middle-aged man thought to himself. Of course he would not think that He Zhenzhong would betray China or anything. After all, this matter was laid out there for more than thirty years.
Tens of thousands of Japanese died.
"I will, and I will let you know if there is any news."
"Yes." He Zhenzhong nodded, "When I return to China in the future, I'll treat you to a drink if I have the opportunity. Without further ado, I'll go over first."
"good."
Soon, He Zhenzhong went into the sea, swam aboard the small boat, caught up with a cargo ship bound for Africa under the cover of night, then boarded the ship and hid on it.
In the days that followed, He Zhenzhong hid in the bottom of the cargo ship. During this period, he also encountered interrogations from the Japanese Maritime Self-Defense Force, but how could those guys find out about He Zhenzhong?
One week later.
He Zhenzhong got on an old-looking fishing boat, changed into a fisherman's uniform, and followed an old fish head he wore to cast a net for fishing.
"Little Neutron, come here."
Hearing the sound, He Zhenzhong put down the fishing net in his hand and walked to the deck.
More than a dozen fishermen on the fishing boat were already standing there.
After taking a look at an island in front of him, relevant news appeared in He Zhenzhong's mind.
Hongxiu Island is located on the southern edge of the Zhenghe Group of Reefs in the Nansha Islands, a mile away from Taiping Island in the north. It is an oval-shaped island with an east-west long axis of meters and a short axis of meters, covering an area of about 0 square kilometers.
The island has lush forests, coconut trees, seabird colonies, and freshwater wells, but the water quality is not good and is not suitable for drinking.
It has been illegally occupied by Vietnam since 3 years ago, and about one company of Vietnamese soldiers are stationed on the island.
"What's wrong?" He Zhenzhong asked softly.
The old man with gray hair turned around and looked at He Zhenzhong with a sad expression on his face, "This is our island, but it was occupied by the Vietnamese. Back then, I, my son, my wife, and their parents were all together
, went out to sea for fishing. Not far ahead, in our own territorial waters, the Vietnamese bombed and sank the ship. Of the more than 20 people on the ship, I was the only one who jumped into the sea and escaped."
As he spoke, Old Yutou's voice became choked with sobs, "And to this day, we have no way to get close there to look for their bones. So, we can only come here once a year and take a look at it from a distance."
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call.
He Zhenzhong took a deep breath and punched the railing with a bang.
"I'm getting old too. After I go back this time, I probably won't be able to go out to sea." The old fish head looked sad, looking at the blue sea in front of him, and murmured, "I won't be able to visit my son anymore."
Those brothers, I wonder if I will still be able to see this place taken back by the motherland when I die?"
As he spoke, he turned around, looked at the fishermen who had been following him, and said, "If I die before that day comes, bring my ashes here and scatter them here."
Everyone on the boat knew that Lao Yutou’s biggest dream was to see these occupied islands return to the embrace of the motherland, and that fishermen like them would never be harmed again for fishing in their own territorial waters.
call.
He Zhenzhong knew that these fishermen had been dealing with the sea all their lives. It was the sea that nurtured them and raised them. Therefore, they had a particularly deep affection for the sea. However, they were attacked by the enemy in the territorial waters of their motherland. How could this prevent them from doing anything?
What about sadness?
Woo woo woo.
There was a roar, and from the sea in front, a gunboat came quickly.
"The Vietnamese are coming."
"What do they want to do?"
The fishermen were a little panicked, but the speed of the gunboat was twice that of the fishing boat, and it was too late to leave in time.
He Zhenzhong stared straight at the gunboat flying the Vietnamese flag. His hands tightly grasping the deck railing were pale, and his face was even colder.