Chapter 569: With this move, I lose

'What's wrong?'

'There are Japanese invaders coming.'

'Really...'

Yu Lexi's eyes sank.

Zhang Yong: ? ? ?

What does 'really' mean?

It feels like something's wrong. But I don't know what.

A small red dot appeared at the edge of the map.

This little red dot has just started moving, and Zhang Yong judges it to be a Japanese killer.

It is a completely abnormal movement trajectory.

Only killers would zigzag. Sometimes stopping, sometimes moving.

After more than half a year of contact with the Japanese invaders, Zhang Yong can be said to have a very good understanding of the habits of some Japanese killers.

If they've come, they've come to stay...

No.

If they've come, they've come to kill!

Meet and fuck.

No.

Kill before meeting.

At this moment, it all depends on whether the scope is accurate or not.

'Instructor Yu!'

Zhang Yong quietly gives Yu Le Xing the target.

He judges that this Japanese killer will definitely pass through a low-lying choke point. A fatal blow.

This low-lying choke point can only be seen clearly with binoculars.

The distance is exactly 300 metres.

For a sharpshooter, the naked eye is obviously the limit. Even the best sharpshooters cannot guarantee a fatal shot.

But a scope can.

With the help of a scope, the distance of 300 metres is no problem at all.

'I see it.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong then fell silent.

He silently monitored the movement of the Japanese killer. Hoping that nothing would go wrong.

Sure enough, soon afterwards, the Japanese killer approached the loophole.

Perhaps it was because the distance was still far away. So the Japanese killer was not too careful. He lay on the ground and crawled through.

At this moment, Yu Lexing decisively pulled the trigger.

'Boom!'

The gunshot burst.

Zhang Yong's eyes flashed. He was worried that the gunshot would have an adverse effect. Then he remembered, this is Tianjinwei.

Oh, it's fine. You can shoot at will.

Bow your head. Wait for the red dot to disappear. Yu Lexing shouldn't miss...

As a result, soon, the red dot disappeared.

Good. It's done.

The scope is really good. Yu Lexing's marksmanship skills are also very solid.

At a distance of 300 metres, he finished it with one shot.

Waved his hand. He told someone to go up and drag the Japanese killer back.

If you want to see someone alive, you have to see the corpse.

Judging from the level of this Japanese killer, he should not be very psychotic.

I guess he was scouting the area. The best players are in the back.

But if you kill the little ones, the big ones will naturally come out.

So...

Kill!

Soon after, the Japanese corpse was dragged back.

After inspection, it was judged to be a veteran Japanese soldier. It could be a sergeant or a corporal or something like that.

The level of tactics and techniques of such veterans is beyond doubt. However, if it is said to be carrying out assassination missions alone, it seems to have a slight flaw.

Here, the Japanese also revealed some weaknesses.

This weakness is the lack of a professional secret service school. There is no systematic training.

The Fuxing Society at least had its own training classes. The Japanese didn't seem to have any.

The Japanese had many secret service agencies. There were many different names. However, there was no hierarchical relationship between the various secret service agencies. Each was independent of the others.

For example, the plum, or Mei, agency, the bamboo, or Zhu, agency, and the chrysanthemum, or Ju, agency, were clearly divided from each other.

The people in the plum agency could not command the people in the bamboo agency. Similarly, the people in the bamboo agency could not command the people in the plum agency.

As a result, no Japanese secret service agency would specifically train talent. Because they did not have the strength to do so, and they could not wait.

They would often take a very small number of people and train them specifically.

When these trained spies were exhausted, the remaining gaps could only be filled temporarily.

Previously, in Jinling, Zhang Yong had arrested the Japanese spies who had been added. He found that they were actually also rookies. They had no experience. After being arrested, they were completely at a loss. At a loss for what to do.

In fact, this was true of most Japanese units.

They all followed the strategy of elite troops. There were not many elite troops. Once they were used up, they were finished.

The Japanese army 40 years ago was very elite. One soldier could beat several Chinese soldiers. However, after this group of people was used up, the Japanese army began to decline.

'Only one has arrived?'

'For now, only one. The others may be coming later,'

Zhang Yong replied indifferently.

With a surveillance radius of 400 metres, there is a chance of success.

As long as the Japanese invaders appear within 400 metres, he can find them. However, if they are more than 400 metres away, then it is hard to say.

Therefore, he must also be careful. He must avoid being sniped from a distance.

If the commander can be sniped, then so can he.

When the Japanese go crazy, they even kill their own people. This cannot be taken lightly.

'Weapons.'

'Ammunition.'

The Japanese invaders brought back all the equipment they had carried with them.

There was nothing new. They had seen it all before.

The weapon was a Type 44 rifle. It came with 15 bullets.

According to Lin Xiaoyan, these veteran Japanese soldiers could be recruited for 30 yen.

30 yen was equivalent to about ten silver dollars.

Very cheap.

However, these veteran Japanese soldiers were very difficult to deal with on the battlefield. It often took the lives of several Chinese soldiers to take one of them out.

In other words, killing one now would be equivalent to saving the lives of several Chinese soldiers.

A little mental victory to comfort and refresh the spirit.

And then...

Time passed gradually, and no Japanese soldiers were seen again.

Zhang Yong could not resist any longer and returned to the hotel to stay. He was tired. He fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up, it was dark outside.

He did not wake up on his own. He was woken up by the telephone.

Because of the special circumstances, he had specifically chosen a room with a telephone. So that others could find him at any time.

Who knew that there were actually so many nuisance calls these days.

It was annoying. He looked at his watch.

He became even more angry.

It was 3am!

What kind of asshole calls at 3am?

Don't they know it's below freezing outside? It's dangerous to get out of bed to answer the phone, you know?

Grudgingly, he picked up the receiver and said, 'Who is it?'

'Zhang Yong, are you back in Tianjin?' It was Takeo Kishida on the other end of the line.

'What's it to you?' Zhang Yong answered impatiently.

You Japanese spy, do you want to die?

Disturbing other people's rest is equivalent to robbing and murdering them!

Get out of here!

"Aren't you in Beiping? What are you doing back?'

'To arrest you!'

'So Boss Dai has also arrived in Tianjin?'

'None of your business!'

'I'm just expressing my concern. After all, we're in the same business...'

'Do you know what time it is?'

'Yes. As an apology, I'll give you a present.'

'What present?'

'You'll find out when it arrives. I promise you won't blame me.'

'Get lost!'

Zhang Yong hung up the phone in a huff.

What gift? Trying to bribe me? Go to hell! Unless it's gold bars...

Curl up under the covers. Go back to sleep.

These past few days have been exhausting. Digging for weapons and ammunition around the clock...

I don't want to think about it anymore. Soon, he fell asleep again.

But there were many people on the other end of the phone who hadn't fallen asleep. Tonight, they were destined to stay up all night.

'It's certain that Zhang Yong has returned.'

'It seems that Dai has indeed been injured. Otherwise, he wouldn't have called Zhang Yong back.'

'Yamazaki's actions are still awesome!'

'Since Dai is injured, Zhang Yong must stay to protect him. Then we can carry out our operations elsewhere without worry.'

'Right. Without Zhang Yong interfering, we can carry out our operations without worry.'

'Let's start with Beiping!'

'I guess Matsui is eager to avenge his previous humiliation!'

'Yes!'

'While Zhang Yong is unable to get away, notify Cao Jian Zhang to quickly withdraw the troops.'

'Yes!'

'And the Trojan Horse plan, launch it all!'

'Yes!'

'With Yin Rugeng, we can also move.'

'Yes!'

...

Late at night, a single lamp provides the only light.

Li Boqi sits behind his desk, hiding himself in the darkness.

He seemed to be waiting for someone. Or perhaps he was just resting his eyes.

Outside, the night was quiet.

Only the north wind whistled.

It was a cold night.

...

'Shaolong!'

'Shaolong!'

In his daze, Zhang Yong heard someone calling his name.

Huh? Was that Cao Mengqi's voice? He opened his eyes and saw that it was indeed Cao Mengqi. He was overjoyed. Old Cao had come.

Cao Mengqi has been a bit hard to pin down lately. I don't know what Li Boqi has got him doing. Anyway, Zhang Yong hasn't seen him for a while. Zhong Yang hasn't seen him for a while either.

Everyone's been busy.

In short, the military doesn't have time for slackers.

'Get up!'

'Is something important the matter?'

'Not really. But you've been asleep for 15 hours.'

'I'm so tired. I don't want to get up.'

'Our current task is to be responsible for the security of Elizabeth Hospital. Don't worry about anything else. So, you won't get tired.'

'Okay...'

Zhang Yong lazily got up.

Lao Cao was right. He could finally relax for a while.

A balance between work and rest was the key to long-term success.

'By the way, someone sent you a gift. I brought it for you.'

'What is it?'

'Just take a look! It's not a bomb, I think. It's very light.'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong reached out and took it. He found it was a jewellery box.

The kind you find in jewellery shops. Probably for rings or earrings. It was very small. But it was exquisite.

He suddenly thought of Du Xiaoman. The girl who worked in the jewellery shop. She seemed quite pretty, too. Her sister Du Xiaodie had been killed in the accident. She was the first woman he had met after he came to Li Boqi's side.

Well, a dead woman is still a woman. There was no attempt to hide it. He didn't know how he had reacted.

Anyway, it was a shock.

He opened the jewellery box. Oh. It really was a gift!

Inside was a small stack of US dollars. All of them were $5 bills. There were 10 in total. That's $50.

He remembered the phone call from last night. Oh. It was Takeo Kishida. This Japanese spy really sent himself money?

That's weird...

Since when have Japanese spies been so generous?

In his impression, Japanese spies are all very stingy. They are all stingy to death.

Not to mention 50 US dollars. Even 50 yen feels like it's taking their lives away. Unless you really want their lives, they will never be willing to hand over the money.

What is Takeshi Kishida doing? He's actually sending money to himself?

Okay.

Take it.

Forget about the phone harassment last night.

50 dollars for a phone call. No matter what, it's more than enough. Welcome to keep harassing.

Get up.

Take a shower.

It's great to be in a fancy hotel! There's hot water 24/7.

After the shower, he dragged Cao Mengqi down to the restaurant. First, a French feast. He had never been this extravagant in his past life, so he had to enjoy it while he was here!

Otherwise, what's the point of swallowing so much money? Take care of yourself so you can take care of others.

Suddenly, he noticed a red dot cut across the edge of the map.

Could it be that another Japanese invader has come to die?

Oh. No. He's coming down the main road. So he's not a killer.

No killer would be so stupid. He's coming down the main road.

Besides, the other person isn't carrying a gun.

The map doesn't show any weapons. So he doesn't have a gun. At most, he's carrying a knife.

However...

He's carrying a dagger and he wants to be an assassin?

What a joke!

Soon afterwards, the red dot arrives outside the restaurant. Then it enters. Then it keeps walking towards Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong: ???

Oh? Is there a Japanese soldier who dares to come alone?

Awesome. He really wants to see. Which Japanese soldier is so awesome that he dares to come alone?

As a result...

Soon, he saw Takeshi Kishida.

Frowning.

Is it really this guy?

What is he doing here alone? Is he going to defect? Then shaking his head.

It's only 1935. How could the Japanese surrender?

At most, there would be covert cooperation. There could be no overt surrender. The consequences would be dire. The family would be wiped out.

'What are you doing here?' Zhang Yong frowned.

'I'm a guest,' said Kishida Takeo, his smile insincere. He was making himself at home.

Zhang Yong: ...

I think I killed your brother?

I think I also want to get rid of you?

And now you're acting as if nothing had happened, and you're acting as if we're very familiar?

No. How strong is your mental fortitude!

'My treat, my treat,' said Takeo Kishida with a broad smile, "and please don't say no...'

'You're buying? Great!" Zhang Yong nodded, "Can I have some more dishes?'

'Of course," said Takeo Kishida politely, "please, Zhang-san.'

'You..." Zhang Yong was confused.

You don't hit someone who's smiling at you.

There was really no way he could punch someone who was willing to buy.

Cao Mengqi just took off.

He really hates false politeness and pretence.

Cao Mengqi still hasn't changed his mind about wanting to go to war. He still wants to be transferred to the regular army.

Even if it's just to be a company commander.

Unfortunately, Li Boqi won't let him. He rejects all his applications.

Zhang Yong won't let him go either.

How can Cao Mengqi, such a good soldier, be let go?

He can expect a promotion, a pay rise and even a wife. But he himself absolutely cannot go.

'Zhang Sang, please!' Takeshi Kishida was courteous and appropriate.

Zhang Yong: ...

You son of a bitch. What the hell are you here for?

Hurry up and say it. Otherwise, I'll crack open your skull and look for myself!

He sat down sulkily.

He called the waiter and really ordered three more dishes.

What foie gras, what matsutake mushrooms, what caviar. Bring it all to me. Whatever is most expensive, I'll take it.

Someone is paying anyway.

Takeo Kishida has come to the restaurant of his own accord, and he is not going to hold back.

If you can't handle it, then get out. I don't care.

However, Takeo Kishida's behaviour once again surprised Zhang Yong. This cunning old fox even took the initiative to add a few more dishes.

Pike conger soup, pan-fried lobster, spinach and cheese baked oysters...

Zhang Yong: ...

You win!

I admit defeat.

I'm weak when it comes to food and favours, so tell me, what do you Japanese want from me?