Chapter 822 The Sorrow of Visitors! (Please vote for me!)
Yes, for the Japanese North China Front Army, how could they not try their best to assassinate an army general who was famous on the Chinese battlefield?
The Japanese on the Chinese battlefield were arrogant and arrogant, which was all based on strong self-confidence.
But in fact, in terms of national character, the Japanese are extremely cautious. The reason why they behaved less Japanese on the Chinese battlefield is, in the final analysis, the fault of the Chinese themselves.
First came the Sino-Japanese War of 1898, then the September 18th Incident, and then the July 7th Incident. Japan almost did whatever it wanted on the battlefield in China. It even won three bets on national fortunes. How could the Japanese not be in trouble!
But drifting back and forth, as the saying goes, nature cannot be changed, and the gene of caution is engraved in the bones, let alone assassinating a general with the command of more than 200,000 troops in a major town in China.
Therefore, careful preparations were inevitable. Japan's North China Front dispatched its own spy chief, Sadao Yoshikawa, to conduct deployment in Zhengzhou City for up to a month. At the same time, it also dispatched the Front Army Headquarters, which had just been established less than a month ago.
The special agent team under the direct jurisdiction and the center-left captain who took the initiative to participate in the war.
The hot weapon, the center-left agent captain, is one of the few in the North China Front. The cold weapon, let alone the cold weapon, can be ranked as one of the best in Japan.
It can be said that for this operation, Japan's North China Front army deployed its best troops.
But no one expected that because of the appearance of Tang Dao, the big plan to assassinate a Chinese army general commander was temporarily changed to assassinate an army colonel.
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Yanjing North China Front Army Headquarters.
General Juichi Terauchi, who had begun to show age spots on his face and looked a bit tired, sat at his desk and looked at a message handed over by Chief of Staff Lieutenant General Naosaburo Okabe. A blush flashed across his tired old face.
: "The 'Assassination of Zheng' plan that was tampered with by Fujiwara Senzuo?"
"Yes!" Naosaburo Okabe lowered his head and said.
Naosaburo Okabe raised his head, with a bit of uneasiness on his face, and looked at the contemplative General.
Although there is only one level difference between him and the general in front of me, he was an army lieutenant general who was just promoted three months ago due to the smooth war in North China. His background is not even close to that of a veteran army general like Juichi Terauchi.
If the "Assassination of Zheng" campaign led by him fails and important officials are killed, I'm afraid he won't be able to live with the consequences.
Regardless of whether the nephew Yoshikawa Sadao or the special agent team captain Zuo loses, he, the army lieutenant general, may be relegated to the sidelines.
Especially if this general who is rumored to be resigning soon knows that he has been secretly playing a trick on him.
I'm afraid no one knows that he was the first to send the news of Fujiwaraichi's death to Kyoto!
Even the information that Fujiwara was killed mercilessly despite his begging for surrender was not concealed by Naosaburo Okabe at all. Otherwise, the Fujiwara family would not be so angry that they would send out that terrifying guy.
Naosaburo Okabe's original intention was to hug the thick legs of the Fujiwara family and secretly apply some eye drops to General Juichi Terauchi, so as to lay the foundation for his future promotion to the commander of the North China Front.
But the Chief of Staff was absolutely unwilling to see that an operation that had been carefully planned for a month and even involved two heavyweights at great risk ended with the assassination of a small army colonel.
Therefore, he hoped that the general commander in front of him would stop that impulse.
"There is an old Chinese saying: When you are outside, you will not accept your orders! Now that Fujiwara Senzuo has made a decision, let Yoshikawa Sadao cooperate fully. That guy named Tang Dao is also a must-kill person for the Imperial Army.
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Okay, Okabe-kun, as the commander-in-chief, you don’t have to worry. If you want to believe in the strength of Yoshikawa-kun and Fujiwara-kun, why don’t you and I talk together here and wait for good news about them?” Juichi Terauchi gently held his hand.
I put down the telegram and agreed lightly.
By the way, I also helped my subordinates who were hundreds of kilometers away come up with reasons.
‘Old fox!’ Naosaburo Okabe could only give this comment to his immediate boss in his heart.
Yoshikawa Sadao and Fujiwara Senio are both powerful aristocrats with backgrounds. It is normal that even military generals like Juichi Terauchi have to give them face. However, the commander Juichi Terauchi still firmly binds him to
It's no longer the original plan to "assassin Zheng", which is too bad.
The "Assassination of Zheng" plan was to assassinate the Chinese Army General. Even if it failed, it was still a big operation and there was enough reason to explain it to the base camp.
But to kill a mere Chinese Army colonel, using such a large formation, would not be called a failure, but a success, so what could be done?
This is an action that would be embarrassing if you lose, and it may not lead to much success if you win.
To put it bluntly, Tang Dao is the flat-headed brother on the grassland. The North China Front Army is considered a lion. If you defeat the flat-headed brother, you won't have much meat to eat. But if you lose, you will be embarrassed and go to your grandma's house. What do you think Okabe
How could Naosaburo still be happy to be such a commander-in-chief?
If Juichi Terauchi hadn't forced him to be the commander-in-chief, and all the consequences of tampering with the plan would be the responsibility of the two people in front of him, but Juichi Terauchi didn't give him this chance at all.
The title of conductor is still pressed on his forehead, and he just needs a seal.
Being a senior official, Naosaburo Okabe could only suppress his displeasure and accompany Juichi Terauchi to play Go in the tea room next to the office and wait for the news ahead.
He suffered a huge defeat in three consecutive games, leaving a dark cloud hanging over Naosaburo Okabe's face.
Damn it, isn't this a bad omen?
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"Yoshikawa talks a lot." A tall man stood by the window with his hands behind his back and looked at the sky outside. After listening to his subordinate's report, he snorted coldly. "But, he is wise! Assassin Zheng turned to assassinate Tang. Only then
This is the purpose of my coming to China! My dear brother, I will avenge you."
The tall man looked up to the sky, with a trace of tears in his eyes, as if he had returned to the afternoon when he heard the bad news.
The heart of martial arts that had been tempered over thousands of times was broken into two halves that afternoon.
No wonder the Chinese have a word called sad. It turns out that there is really a kind of sadness in the world that can hurt the heart just by relying on emotions.
Late autumn of 1937!
Japan!
Under the Akina Mountain!
In a small courtyard with an ordinary appearance, a martial arts contest was being staged on a straw mat woven with hemp.
However, this is obviously an unfair contest. There is only one person on one side, while there are as many as eighteen people on the other side.
The party with the larger number of people wears a uniform red and white belt, while the men belonging to one party wear linen clothes and have bare feet, which is slightly different from the others.
Based on the color of the belt, a discerning person can tell that the party with more people is a judo master.
According to the Japanese Judo grading system, black belts can be worn from 1st to 5th dan, and red and white belts can only be worn from 6th to 8th dan. In other words, these 18 people, who are large in number, are all high-level masters of judo 6th and above.
Although judo is Japan's national martial art, high-level judo masters above the eighth level are rare.
But now, eighteen high-level judo masters only have to deal with one person.
There was only one spectator in this judo contest with a huge disparity in numbers, an old man with a solemn expression and a somewhat withered face who was sitting on a futon.
The man in linen clothes alone is extremely tall, with a height of over 1.90 meters. This is extremely rare in Japan. It is not only rare, it can even be said to be unique. You must know that the average adult male in Japan at this time
He is only about 1.6 meters tall.
The man in linen turned around and looked at the old man sitting on the futon with a questioning look.
The old man Ku Gao nodded slightly, and the tall man in linen immediately turned around and faced the other eighteen people. A cold look suddenly appeared on his face as sharp as a knife and an axe, and then he bowed deeply and said
: "Please enlighten me."
Faced with this person's provocation, none of the eighteen high-level judo masters showed dissatisfaction. On the contrary, they all showed a trace of caution on their faces. They also bowed deeply and said in unison: "Brother, please enlighten me."
After bowing and standing up, the eighteen judo masters with red and white belts immediately spread out, surrounded the tall man in linen clothes, and began to circle around like a revolving lantern.
The man in sackcloth, who was much taller than the others, narrowed his eyes and stood still with his feet unsteady.
After the eighteen judo masters circled around the tall man in sackcloth for several times, one of the masters took the lead in attacking. He rushed forward with a single step, hugged the man in sackcloth's thick waist, and then exhaled.
, the muscles of both arms suddenly bulged, the tendons and veins were clearly visible, and the strength was more than 200 kilograms, if not 300 kilograms. It was definitely more than enough to hold and throw the man in sackcloth who weighed only 200 kilograms.
But the fact is that no matter how horribly the master's muscles swelled, the body of the man in linen clothes was like a nail nailed to the ground and did not move at all.
It wasn't until three seconds passed that the master was given the opportunity to exert force. The man in linen suddenly twisted his body. His hands and feet were useless. The master who was holding his waist and still exerting force was thrown out and continued to fall backwards.
It takes more than ten steps to stabilize the body.
Simply relying on the strength of his waist, he was able to throw away an adult man weighing 156 pounds.
Perhaps what was even more terrifying was not just the apparent strength. The judo master was thrown seven or eight meters away. In embarrassment, he wanted to continue to move forward, but he couldn't even lift his arms. The look on his face was astonishing.
Painful and horrifying.
Obviously, the force of the twist just now was far beyond imagination, and it actually bruised the muscles of both arms that he used with all his strength. Not to mention that he would be unable to attack with full strength now, and it might not be possible in ten and a half months.
What kind of strength is it to defeat a seventh-level master without even using a single move or kick?
This mark made the other seventeen people's expressions tighten involuntarily.
They already have a very high regard for this young genius who is famous in the Japanese martial arts world. Otherwise, with their current status, it would never be possible for eighteen people to attack one person together.
But he didn't expect that his opponent was stronger than he thought.
So powerful that it's almost despairing.
Timidity suddenly arises in my heart.
Then, the man in sackcloth moved.
He stepped out with one foot and pounced on the four people in front of him.
The four people facing the man in linen clothes reacted immediately like frightened animals, but the man withdrew his moving feet with a calm expression and looked at the frightened four people with clear eyes.
The four of them all turned red. As masters, they knew that this was a blow to their souls by the man in sackcloth, which had made them involuntarily establish the mentality that they were no match for him. If they were afraid of fighting, they would be in trouble in this life.
No one can even think of making half a step forward in the martial arts. The shadow of defeat before even a single move is made will remain in the soul forever.
Even if they are defeated, they still have to attack!
They looked at each other, and they still had some tacit understanding after coming out of the same door. The two people on the left and right suddenly accelerated. One stretched out his arms to wrap around the waist of the man in sackcloth, and held him tightly together with his hands behind his back, while the other
One person was on the other side using almost the same movement, with two pairs of iron arms exerting force, one on the left and one on the right, to tightly restrain the man in sackcloth.
The faces of the two eighth-level judo masters turned a little red, and they actually put all their strength on their arms. Their purpose was just to hoop the hemp-clothed man's arms to prevent him from taking action.
It can be seen how much psychological pressure the Mai Yi man's advance and retreat caused to these masters. Even at the moment of the attack, they no longer considered the outcome, but simply wanted to attack with one move to kill the Mai Yi man.
The shadow of the invincible world has only been driven away.
What is a true master? This is that he has suppressed several opponents at the spiritual level without using any words, with only slight movements and expressions.
But all of this must first be based on extremely strong strength, otherwise, this kind of behavior may only become synonymous with pretentiousness.
In particular, now the man in linen clothes was motionless and allowed the two opponents to lock his arms.
The other two seemed to be a little slower, but when the two companions could barely lock their opponents with their arms, they suddenly accelerated, but they were the last to arrive.
One of them kicked his foot, and his whole body was suddenly lifted up. Then he turned around in the air and whipped his leg down on Mai's left temple. The other disciple's stature was shortened, and his whole body was almost touching.
The ground then turned sharply, and a sweeping leg swept towards the right leg of the man in linen clothes.
The two judo masters also cooperated very well and attacked the top and bottom lanes of the Maid man at the same time.
If the man in sackcloth who was still standing with his hands behind his back hadn't been so pretentious and allowed the two of them to lock him up, the only way to deal with it would be to retreat. Although it would have dampened the warrior's indomitable momentum, it would still be better than passively being beaten.
What's more, his hands and waist are now locked, and he is almost unable to move. Even if he wants to retreat, he cannot retreat. The only outcome is to be passively beaten. It is best to lower his head to avoid the most ferocious attack from above.
ending.
If nothing else happens, the man in linen clothes will soon have to pay the price for his pretentious behavior.
But as the saying goes: If nothing happens, something will happen.
The man in linen clothes, who was already in complete trouble, had a cruel smile on his face, but he did not block or dodge, and remained motionless on the spot.
"Peng, Peng" made two muffled sounds, and the two judo masters' whip kick and sweep kick hit the target almost simultaneously.
If a sixth-level judo master who can break three inches of hard wood with one kick hits an ordinary person with such a kick, the average person will be killed immediately. Even an eighth-level or above master who is proficient in judo will be stunned and unable to survive such a kick.
The power of resistance.
Even the eyes of the old man who lowered his eyelids had a glimmer of light. Obviously, this situation was somewhat beyond his expectation.
He didn't expect that the Maid man would respond to the attacks of two eighth-dan masters in such a way that was almost self-inflicted.
But what was even more unexpected was that the vigorous attacks of the two eighth-level masters did not have the desired effect.
The man in sackcloth who received these two blows was like a stone man. His strong right leg did not move at all. Even his head was only slightly swayed by the whip that weighed more than 100 kilograms.
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Then, the man in linen clothes twisted his neck seemingly casually, and a creepy "crack-crack-crack" sound was heard in everyone's ears.
If it were placed in China, the martial arts masters would also be stunned. This is already the peak of Ming Jin that countless people dream of. He can already control the muscles and bones, and is an absolute top master.
According to the current situation, he is only half a step away from a handful of master-level experts.
On the other hand, the two men who succeeded in the attack let out a miserable "ouch" and rolled on the ground holding their legs, as if what they had just kicked was not a human body, but an iron plate.
Someone nearby quickly caught up and dragged the two of them out of the range of five meters away from the man in linen clothes. He opened his trousers and found that the ankles of the two of them were weirdly twisted. Their fierce kicks were not only in vain, but also shattered.
their legs.
What kind of monster is this? Everyone, including the two judo masters who were still clinging to the man in sackcloth, were stunned.
"You two, have you had enough hugs?" A sharp look flashed in the eyes of the man in linen clothes.
Before the two of them could react, their arms shook violently, and the two judo masters screamed miserably. Not only did their arms loosen, but they also hung down involuntarily.
Judging from the beads of sweat that suddenly appeared on their faces and the limp arms hanging, their arms, which had a huge strength of two to three hundred kilograms, were broken with just one shake.
The power of one person is so terrifying.
There was silence.
How can we fight if five people were seriously injured without even using a single move?
The remaining thirteen people turned their gazes to the old man, and a light shone in the old man's eyes.
The man in linen had a sinister look in his eyes, and said hoarsely but full of coldness and disdain: "Why, as the disciples of Ushijima Dojo, you only have this ability? Come on together! Don't fall for your master Ushijima Tatsukuma.
name!"
Ushijima Tatsukuma, known as the "Ghost Ushijima", was firmly ranked as Japan's number one fighting master at this time in Japan. How often had he been named by such a young man?
Anger flashed in the eyes of the remaining thirteen judo masters, and then a smile appeared on the face of the man in sackcloth.
Obviously, this was intentional on his part, just to arouse the fighting spirit of the remaining thirteen people, instead of being intimidated by his power, and their strength was far less than usual.
The old man on the futon also showed relief on his face, and was extremely satisfied with the performance of the man in linen clothes.
Only a lion that fights with a pack of hyenas is qualified to become the king of lions. A lion that shows off its majesty among a flock of sheep is just a sheep wearing a lion's skin.
Thirteen people roared suddenly and attacked collectively.
This time, the man in sackcloth no longer stood tall and allowed himself to be attacked. After all, he was alone and was surrounded and attacked by thirteen 6th-level high-level judo masters, but it was no joke.
Just like the iron shirt in Chinese Kung Fu, even if the whole body is made of steel and iron, if one vital part is attacked, it will eventually become a dead dog.
No matter how powerful the defense is, it is not as good as a more rapid attack.
The attack of the man in sackcloth was more terrifying than his strong defense.
When the thirteen people rushed towards him, the figure of the man in sackcloth moved. If he didn't move, he would move as fast as lightning.
With a single lunge, before the thirteen people had fully gathered together, they rushed out of the encirclement. With a powerful long arm, they grabbed the neck of an unprepared judo master. Before he could struggle, he slammed again.
With a shake, the judo master flew straight out until he hit the earthen wall of the small courtyard. With a muffled "Peng" sound, the judo master fell to the ground without even saying a word.
Before the other twelve people could react and turned around to chase after him, the man in linen stretched out his hands and grabbed the necks and spines of the two people in front of him. A sharp look flashed on his face, and he used his fingers with force that was so heart-breaking.
With a "Kacha", the two of them fell limply to the ground, and the terrifying power of the fingers actually separated their joints. If they were not treated as soon as possible, what awaited these two people would be lifelong disability.
Seeing that the man in linen clothes was merciless, the remaining ten people who reacted also had ferocity in their eyes. They shouted in unison and gathered around again. However, the two people in front and behind ignored them and clasped their arms together to rush forward again.
He didn't ask for a hug or throw in the art of judo, he just wanted to lock the man in sackcloth so that others could attack.
However, the terror of the man who entered the attack state was far from what they thought. He bowed slightly at the waist and reached forward with his hands. He actually used his hands and waist together to throw him back and flew out from above his head.
The judo master directly hit the master behind the Mai Yi man.
The superposition of force and gravity was undoubtedly terrifying. There was a muffled sound of "Peng", and the two people who collided didn't even have time to scream. They just passed out.
The ferocious man in linen clothes is like a lion breaking into a pack of hyenas. No matter how sharp the hyenas' teeth are, they can defeat the enemy with one move under the sharp teeth of the giant palm.
In just one cigarette, none of the remaining thirteen judo masters could still stand, and at least five of them were seriously injured and fell into coma.
But there were not many groans of pain in the small courtyard. The judo masters who remained awake could only watch in silence as the man who looked like a god of war knocked down his companions one by one.
As for him, there was sweat on his face, and there was no scar on his mouth except for a little blood from the hard whip he received on his leg.
1VS18, it was a complete victory.
This is completely comparable to, or even worse than, Tang Tuanzuo fighting an infantry company alone.
You must know that every master of level 6 and above can be obtained after more than ten years of hard training and sufficient talent. In terms of pure martial arts, they are not comparable to those of the ordinary soldiers of the 20th Legion.
Of course, if there were 150 masters fighting like this, no matter how strong this man in linen clothes was, he would probably be beaten into a pig's head.
But this is already considered extremely terrifying.
The old man clapped his hands, and a group of servants came in from outside the small courtyard and carried away a group of judo masters who had been beaten to the street.
In an instant, only the old man and the man in sackcloth were left in the small courtyard, who was victorious but not at all happy.
His warrior heart instinctively reminded him that something was going to happen.
Otherwise, his grandfather, who was once a noble and respected man, would not have issued a family summons order at starry night to have him return from his master's martial arts field.
This small courtyard located at the foot of Akina Mountain was where my grandfather went to retreat after he handed over his power. Even his father, an army general, was not allowed to set foot there unless summoned.
An old man and a young man just looked at each other.
Finally, a trace of sadness flashed in the old man's eyes, and he handed a message to the man in linen clothes.
"His Excellency Fujiwara Ichizuo, died in battle on November 6, 12th year of Showa!" The first line of the telegram had already shocked the man in Mai into confusion.
Since that man abandoned his mother and married that woman, his mother died of illness, and he refused to have any contact with that man anymore, has the person closest to him by blood in this world also left?
Even after fifteen years of hard training, there are few opponents in martial arts, but the man in sackcloth was still heartbroken at that moment.
Two lines of hot tears fell.
It has been fifteen years since his mother died of illness, and he has never tasted tears again.
The tears were a little hesitant, but my heart hurt as if I had been stabbed by a knife.
It turns out that martial arts training has never made him forget his family love. Perhaps due to the accumulation of time, it has become stronger.
But what's the use?
The cute boy who often went to the kitchen to steal sushi for him who couldn't eat because he was punished would never appear in front of him again.
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PS: Some book friends may say that this book occasionally contains some plots from the old book. In fact, old book friends can definitely see that this book is, in a sense, a sequel to the old book. At that time, Fengyue was doing
When I was writing the outline, the old book was still sealed, but now that it has been released, it has also been revised by Qidian, which makes me heartbroken.
For some of the classic characters in it, Feng Yue hopes to resurrect them in this book. Of course, the story is still a new story. If there are occasional repetitions, it is Feng Yue's hope that the classics will be reappeared. Old book friends, please understand. The new book
Of course it will not affect reading.
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