An important figure came to the Japanese gendarmerie headquarters in Gaoru County today. Major General Kato Sanjuroku, deputy commander of the 12th Division, came to inspect the preparations for war on the western section of the border.
The gendarmerie headquarters of the small county was filled with high-ranking officials, and the dejected county governor Wang Zimiao hid at the back of the crowd.
Firstly, he was of low rank compared to so many senior officials; secondly, the current series of tensions was initially caused by the fact that he forcibly occupied a woman.
The Japanese appear to be friendly and kind to others, and are especially nice to the people of Anshan in the New Japanese Territory.
But after working together, Wang Zimiao knew that the Japanese people had kind faces but cruel hearts, especially the Japanese soldiers, who were all brutal and ruthless. He would not be surprised if they shot him to vent their anger.
If the world wasn't so vast and there wasn't anywhere else to go, he would really have wanted to abandon his official position and run away.
When the short but fleshy Japanese general Kato Sanjuroku walked past everyone and came to him, the interpreter introduced him.
Wang Zimiao's heart trembled, but he quickly bowed with an apologetic smile on his face. He caught a glimpse of General Kato's sinister gaze from the corner of his eye and felt as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake. His whole body was shaking with fear.
"Wang Sang, don't be afraid!" Kato Sanshiroku spoke in a stiff Central Plains dialect and gently patted Wang Zimiao's hand. "None of this is your fault. It's just that the Black Mountain people are provoking our Great Dongying Kingdom! So, don't blame yourself!"
"Yes, yes!" Wang Zimiao was sweating profusely and could only agree hesitantly.
"Hmph, the Montenegrins are overestimating their own capabilities. If this farce continues, I will teach them a lesson!" The speaker was a burly officer standing next to Kato Sanjuroku. The shoulder straps on his khaki military uniform indicated the rank of Dazuo. He was the commander of the local garrison and the commander of the 1st Regiment of the 12th Division.
The 12th Division stationed in the new Japanese territory has a total of eight regiments and more than 27,000 troops.
Among the eight regiments, there are five infantry regiments, and one regiment each of artillery, engineering and logistics.
The 1st Regiment is the ace regiment of the 12th Division and has the strongest combat power. Its commander is Kazuo Kato, who is also a descendant of the famous general of Yagi-do and the master of kendo, Kato Kyouko.
Kato Sanshiroku turned to look at Kato Kazuo, "Kazuo, do you really think that the Montenegrins are performing a lame farce?"
Even in front of his superior, Kato Kazuo was arrogant and raised his head, saying, "Of course. Do the Montenegrins really dare to challenge us with force? They are just making up stories, saying that we have captured their people. They are shouting all over the world and even making headlines in the East China Sea newspapers. Their leader is from the East China Sea and likes to talk nonsense and slander others in the newspapers. But in the face of powerful force, these childish tricks are useless! "
"Yifu, you are wrong!" Kato Sanjuroku's face was full of flesh and his expression was very solemn. "According to many signs and intelligence analysis, the Montenegrins may launch an attack on us, so you must not be careless!"
These words were also said to all the military and political leaders present. Kato Kazuo shook his head repeatedly. Although he did not say anything, the contempt in his expression was extremely strong.
Kato Kazuo is a well-known hawk among Japan's young senior military officers. From the first day he arrived in Anshan, he wanted to provoke a war with the Northern Frontier.
As for the Montenegrins, they are opponents that we will have to face after destroying the Northern Frontier.
Although Kato Kazuo was arrogant, his strategic vision has always been respected.
Obviously, the best strategy for the Japanese is to support the Haixi people to destroy the Northern Xinjiang regime as soon as possible and firmly control the Northern Xinjiang territory.
As for the Heishan people and the Longbei regime that have already formed an alliance, we will slowly take action after we have digested the northern border.
Because the Eastern Alliance has an ambiguous attitude and wants to go to war with the Montenegrins, it needs diplomatic cooperation.
But if the Montenegrins seek death and initiate an attack, that would be perfectly acceptable. According to its Treaty of Friendship and Cooperation, the so-called Eastern Alliance has no obligation to support members who initiate war against other countries.
Kato Sanjuroku stared at Kato Kazuo gloomily, "Kazuo, you know Ichiro who lived in the East China Sea back then, right?"
"I know. It's your cousin!" Kato Kazuo's tone was full of amusement. "Prince of Black Mountain Castle, who was a lawyer back then, was forced to death by lawsuits, right?" He smiled contemptuously: "So, a lawyer, does he really dare to start a war against our Great Kingdom of Japan? His most important subordinate, who has become a lord, is still ordered by him to sue everywhere. It's ridiculous and absurd. Does he think he can conquer the world by lawsuits?!"
"Just because he was a lawyer doesn't mean he only knows how to use conspiracies and tricks. If you carefully study the cases he has fought, you will know that he is very courageous and likes to launch unexpected attacks on the enemy!" Kato Sanjuroku looked at Kato Kazuo, "Kazuo, many of our generals are as blindly optimistic as you. I think this is a dangerous signal!"
Kato Kazuo wanted to refute, probably thinking that lawyers' strategies are the same as war strategies. Lawyers attack the enemy with just words, but war is blood and fire. Lawyers who are used to being lawyers like to sit at the negotiation table the most. Aren't the Montenegrins using the media to occupy the so-called truth and want to get benefits at the negotiation table
But after hearing Kato Sanjuroku's subsequent harsh words, Kato Kazuo pursed his lips tightly and stopped talking, but it was obvious that he was not convinced.
There is a tradition of subordinates rebelling against their superiors in the Japanese army, especially among the younger generation, who often look down on the old-school military officers who they believe have lost their ambitions. However, on the surface, they still have to respect their superiors as much as possible.
Suddenly, a loud rumbling sound was faintly heard in the distance.
The ground seemed to shake, and then all the lights in the banquet hall suddenly went out.
"Bang bang bang", the sound of gunfire rang out in the banquet hall, deafening.
Wang Zimiao fell to the ground suddenly, his ears buzzing from the vibration, listening to the screams coming one after another in the hall.
"Peng", Wang Zimiao was hit on the waist by a heavy object, making him groan and almost suffocate.
He reached out to push, only to suddenly realize that it was a corpse that had fallen on him. Turning around, he saw a flash of light in the hall. Wang Zimiao covered his mouth abruptly and almost screamed out. The owner of the corpse lying on him was none other than Kato Kazuo, who had been so proud just now. However, there was a big bloody hole on his face now, and his face was hideous and terrible, and it was obvious that he was dead.
"Bang, bang, bang," more gunshots rang out, as if the military police outside were attacking inside, throwing grenades and other things in, without caring whether there were any survivors inside.
There were not many assassins who sneaked into the banquet hall. It sounded like they were retreating, and some of them were shot and fell to the ground. The sound of gunfire was becoming increasingly sparse.
Wang Zimiao lay on the ground tightly, not daring to move. He felt cold down there, and he didn't even know when he peed his pants...
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The official residence of the governor of Shinichi-to, the capital of Shinichi-do.
The governor, Kawamoto Masayoshi, paced anxiously. News came from the border that the 1st Regiment's camp seemed to have been bombarded by heavy artillery fire.
But the call was quickly disconnected.
Calls to Gaoru County are no longer connected.
We tried to contact the headquarters of Lieutenant General Kato Mototake, commander of the 12th Division, but there was no response.
At first, Kawamoto Masayoshi just hoped that there was some accident with the phone line, but as he paced back and forth, he felt more and more panicked for some reason.
Adjacent to the New Ri Territory is the Northern Black Mountain Autonomous Territory of the Black Mountain Fort Principality. Its governor is the sinister and cunning person he had dealt with many times when he was the minister to Shengjing and later the chief director of the Municipal Council.
He actually won 30 million from a gambling game he was present at.
But in the final analysis, I still failed to really buy him.
It's hard to say what this guy will do.
But did he really dare to order his troops to launch an artillery attack on his own military camp in Xinriling
This is completely different from the border troops on both sides firing at each other.
But, what if he really dares to take such a risk
Kawamoto Masayoshi's heart trembled slightly.
Just then, the confidential secretary came in hurriedly, looking very unhappy.
Kawamoto Masayoshi's heart sank, and he asked anxiously, "Is this a telegram from Gaoru County?" The telephone line was cut off, but the telegram could still be sent, right
"No..." The confidential secretary stuttered, "Governor, the Prince of Black Mountain Fort is making a speech through Kunlun Radio Station. Yes, he is declaring war on Haixi Province and us. Oh, he calls us the New Japanese puppet regime supported by Haixi Province..."
Kawamoto Masayoshi had hurried to the radio, turned on the switch, and moved the pointer to the Kunlun Radio band.
The unique and magnetic voice of the Prince of Black Mountain Castle came out, and the speech had probably started a long time ago and was coming to an end.
"I and tens of millions of people in Montenegro will always stand by the enslaved people of the Northern Territory, because when our neighbors are enslaved, if we remain silent, we will be the next to be enslaved! In view of this, I declare that from this moment on, the Principality of Montenegro and the Haixi Province and the new Japanese pseudo-regime established by the Haixi Province after annexing the Anshan territory are in a state of war! Also from this moment on, I will hand over the fate of the Principality of Montenegro, the future of the Principality of Montenegro and the future of the people of Montenegro to our soldiers. I am with you! Long live the brave and fearless Montenegrin Corps!"
Kawamoto Masayoshi's face turned pale and he could not speak.
At the same time, on the border of the Principality of Montenegro, shouts of "Long live" rang out.
Whether it is the black armored troops on the march, the rows of infantry ready to go in the military camp, or the dense artillery positions that have begun bombarding the enemy's military camp on the front line.
Or, the pilots sitting upright in the secret base.
A few minutes ago, the commanders turned on the radio.
After His Royal Highness finished his speech, there was a brief silence.
The shout of "Long live" immediately resounded through the sky, and the boiling blood in the heart seemed to be completely vented and released only by shouting out desperately in this cold spring.