"Your Excellency, Commander!" Yoshimoto Teiichi looked complicated. As the chief of staff of the Kwantung Army, he was also considered a high-level official. He was very aware of Umezu Yoshijiro's difficulties, because not only Umezu Yoshijiro was in difficulty, but he was also in difficulty.
"Yoshimoto-kun, how is the matter? Is there any result?" Umezu Yoshijiro's tone was weak.
"His Majesty the Emperor, he fainted." Yoshimoto Sadakachi sighed, "But I think the person behind the scenes must be someone in the venue. I'll go and have a look. Your Excellency, Commander, please rest more."
"Yes." Umezu Yoshijiro nodded, "Thank you for your hard work, Yoshimoto-kun."
"Your Majesty Commander, please cheer up."
"I know, there is also good news. The research institute in China was successfully bombed and the losses were huge." Umezu Yoshijiro smiled, "Moreover, there is news from the Extraordinary Higher Education Course that the independent division should have some respect for us.
A big move. So I am very sure that what happened this time must be planned by the independent division. Maybe Xinjing is already full of people from the independent division."
"Your Excellency, Commander?"
"Don't worry, Yoshimoto-kun, I'm fine." Umezu Yoshijiro smiled, "I've been through difficult times, and these just make me a little worried."
"Hi!" Yoshimoto Jung nodded.
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When Zhou Weiguo woke up, he frowned slightly when he looked at the breakfast prepared by the Japanese. There was only a bowl of millet porridge and a pile of pickles. Then he relaxed his brows. Yesterday, he and Lian Ziwen had a little discussion about the current situation of the Japanese.
The situation is also expressed in explicit and implicit terms, and it would be great if the Japanese can understand it.
"Uncle, come, millet porridge is most suitable for elderly people." Zhou Weiguo served the millet porridge to Mr. Lian and smiled.
Lian Lao looked ugly because the three of them only had one bowl of porridge! There were three big men, and the Japanese only gave them a small bowl of porridge!
"Father, Awen and I are not hungry." Lian Ziwen smiled, "We ate a lot yesterday."
Zhou Weiguo nodded, "Yes, uncle, just eat it." Zhou Weiguo said, took out a few pieces of bread from the system space, pretended to take them out of his own arms, and handed two to Lian Ziwen, "I and Ziwen
Just drink some water."
At the same time, he winked at Lian Ziwen.
Lian Ziwen opened his mouth wide. He didn't know why Zhou Weiguo had something to eat, but that didn't stop him from taking the bread from Zhou Weiguo's hand and tested the softness and hardness. It was still soft. He was shocked and handed one of the bread to him.
He lost his own father. A bowl of millet porridge was not enough even for his father.
Zhou Weiguo smiled and started eating happily.
Seeing this, Mr. Lian could only sigh helplessly, "In that case, I will eat it. When the lunch meal comes, you two can share it equally."
"Yes." Lian Ziwen responded.
After Zhou Weiguo finished eating the bread, he walked to the door. He listened carefully and found that someone was still guarding the door. He sat back down and looked at the ventilation window in the room. He moved a chair and opened the ventilation window.
Removed.
Lian Ziwen was even more surprised. He didn't know what Zhou Weiguo was going to do. You must know that with Zhou Weiguo's height, there was basically no way to pass through this small air window.
Zhou Weiguo took out a pen and paper and wrote, "I'll go up and take a look. If the Japs come later, please delay for a while and come back in about half an hour."
After reading it, Lian Ziwen nodded.
Watching Zhou Weiguo enter the transom with a strange posture, he felt helpless.
Zhou Weiguo, on the other hand, climbed to the ceiling compartment, replaced the transom window, and then crawled slowly with his limbs on the ground.
The location where they are now should be a room on the second floor of the Japanese Kwantung Army headquarters. They are treated well, but those who are not treated well may have been sent to prison.
Most Japanese buildings have small windows for ventilation.
At this time, everyone who attended the celebration yesterday has been imprisoned by the Japanese, even Puyi, I am afraid, is no exception.
Originally, he should have arranged manpower around Pu Yi, but the heavy snow these days has completely blocked the way forward for the soldiers of the Independent Division. Otherwise, he would not have to worry about Pu Yi's safety now.
He thought that Puyi must not have returned to the so-called palace. After all, the incident happened suddenly yesterday, and Puyi would not be sent back by the Japanese. Given Puyi's status, it was very likely that he was in a separate room.
Therefore, he could find it after a little searching.
However, there was a lot of dust in this passage, making Zhou Weiguo a little unkempt.
Every time he climbed to the transom of a room, Zhou Weiguo would look into the room. He also saw Liu Zhihui and Zhang Jinghui. He didn't say anything. After thinking about it, since Zhang Jinghui was here, Puyi should be in the nearby room.
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Finally, after a while, Zhou Weiguo saw the pale Puyi lying on the bed. There was no one in the room.
After taking off the transom and jumping down from above, Zhou Weiguo quickly patted Puyi on the face.
At this time, Puyi had already rested for a while, so he was quickly woken up by Zhou Weiguo. He opened his eyes and saw Zhou Weiguo. He was surprised and wanted to speak, but Zhou Weiguo covered his mouth.
Zhou Weiguo shook his head, signaled not to speak, took out a pen and paper, and started writing quickly, "No matter what the Japanese ask you, you can't say anything, otherwise, the great cause will be over."
Puyi nodded.
Zhou Weiguo continued to write, "You know very well that you can only rely on me now! So, be obedient! When the weather gets better, I will arrange manpower around you to ensure your safety! The Japanese should not dare to kill you now."
"
Puyi continued to nod, and then pointed to his thigh.
Zhou Weiguo took a look and said, "You have to get through the pain of the flesh and blood. Only when you get through it can you usher in a new life!"
Hope flashed in Puyi's eyes, and he nodded seriously. Looking at the words written by Zhou Weiguo, he said that he did not know how Zhou Weiguo brought in paper and pen under the strict search of the Japanese, but this became his
One of the reasons for worshiping Zhou Weiguo.
"Okay, I'm leaving first. You have a good rest, conserve your strength, and remember to deal with the Japanese instead of resisting blindly." Zhou Weiguo finished writing again, put away the paper and pen, saw Puyi nodded, and then jumped and grabbed
The ceiling next to the small window then disappeared.
Pu Yi was stunned. He never thought that the man just now was so skilled. There was more hope in his eyes. He glanced at his wounds and his eyes were firm. Then, he saw the door being opened and closed.
Close your eyes and continue to pretend to sleep.
Yoshimoto Seiichi frowned, glanced at him bitterly, and then turned around and left.
In his opinion, Puyi was not the only one who knew the story. Some high-level officials in Manchukuo, and even some old Manchus, were suspected. Only they could bring people to Puyi.
Since Puyi cannot die, others can do whatever they want.
