As the saying goes, it's not that enemies don't get together, since Tonggu was coerced, Ueda Sakurako, who has become more and more passive, was deliberately hidden by the intelligence agency, until this time the spy network in China was all mobilized for this battle plan, the difference is that Ueda Sakurako does not have to carry out the task in her own position, she participated in the operation as a senior staff officer of the intelligence headquarters.
In the evening, after the regular intelligence analysis meeting was dismissed, Sakurako Ueda and Miho Nakayama, who rushed back to the Tokyo Intelligence Headquarters to report on their work, came to a Sapporo ramen stall.
Since both of them were wearing military uniforms and their ranks were not low, a few people who were originally chatting in the stall quickly paid their bills and left, and the boss of the military stall naturally did not dare to slack off during the extraordinary period.
For such an ordinary street ramen stall, few high-ranking military officers come to patronize it, and the owner of the noodle stall has a proud expression on his face while serving him carefully.
In the gap between Sakurako Ueda and Miho Nakayama looking at the menu, the noodle stall owner said to the two with an apologetic smile: "You two, I'm very sorry, the new rule at the end of this month, to support the holy war, each customer can only order a small bowl of noodles and two turnips" "Oh" Miho Nakayama frowned a little unhappily, glanced at Ueda Sakurako, who already knew the expression, and said, "There's nothing to eat, so let's have a good drink."
"I'm sorry, we can only provide sake in limited quantities, I'm really sorry," the stall owner and the girl who helped on the side bowed several times.
"Damn" Miho Nakayama complained and rubbed her hands helplessly.
Ueda Sakurako stretched her waist, put on a straight face and said in a sullen voice: "You will soon get used to it, we who live in the rear can't live too luxuriously, then we will lose our fighting spirit, please" "Hahaha" Ueda Sakurako winked at Miho Nakayama after smiling heartily, and Miho Nakayama immediately matched the military bigwigs that Sakurako Ueda imitated.
"Baga, what are you doing, the emperor is actually drinking on the street?"
Several gendarmes surrounded them shouting and screaming before they took the jug Miho Nakayama and Sakurako Ueda.
Ueda Sakurako sighed slightly.
Suddenly, one turned around.
One hand clasped Tatsu's hand on his shoulder.
If you don't look at it, you just fall over the shoulder.
"Ahh Just when the gendarmes were angry.
Ueda Sakurako almost pasted her ID card on the face of a gendarme.
With a look of surprise on his face, the gendarme handed the documents to the prefect who had only been helped up from the ground.
The lieutenant of the gendarmerie first slapped himself twice.
He then returned the documents with both hands.
After saluting, he disappeared into the alley in the blink of an eye The owner of the noodle stall was surprised to see the military police running away like a lost dog, and quietly pulled out a glass bottle from under the stall in surprise, and whispered: "This is soju from China, but unfortunately there are not many of them."
I'll give it to you."
The appearance of the gendarmes ruined the interest of Ueda Sakurako and Nakayama Miho, and Ueda Sakurako sighed: "It seems that the alley is difficult to clean."
Miho Nakayama smiled bitterly, took a sip of the wine glass, and said: "I have a lot of feelings when I go to China this time, at least what I eat and drink in China is not under the control of the wartime system."
After speaking, Miho Nakayama picked the ground in the bowl with chopsticks, but she didn't mean to eat halfway.
Ueda Sakurako took a sip of the wine in the cup: "China is too big, the resources and strength of the empire do not allow us to swallow her in one gulp, if we buffer for another twenty years, using the resources of Manchu and Mongolia to gradually dismember may be the best way to solve China." ” Miho Nakayama nodded noncommittally and said, "My only gain this time is that I came into contact with Song Yuhang and his people."
At the mention of Song Yuhang, Ueda Sakurako's eyes suddenly lit up, but then dimmed.
While paying attention to the details of Sakurako Ueda, Miho Nakayama said, "A Chinese who is incomprehensible.
Or an extremely attractive man. ” Ueda Sakurako glanced at Miho Nakayama warily For the use of shadows, the intelligence headquarters and the base camp had a fierce conflict, after all, the shadow system is a latent force that the intelligence headquarters has spent more than ten years secretly developing.
It seems worthless to be exposed for the sake of a tactical goal.
In the end, the Imperial Council decided to activate the shadow, what the Burmese Front needed now was time, and the counteroffensive force with more than a dozen Central Army divisions under the Chinese command on the Yunnan-Burma border as the core had already involved too much energy from the Japanese army.
The focus of the Japanese army's next step is to focus on the Pacific theater, especially in the direction of India and Australia, so the Japanese army headquarters stubbornly believes that once the Allied counteroffensive plan is leaked, then the Allied and Chinese forces will inevitably reformulate and adjust the battle plan, so that the Burmese front can win several months to attack India.
The New Year of 1943 has passed for more than a month.
However, for Ueda Sakurako and Miho Nakayama, instead of experiencing the new atmosphere of the new year, they were ordered by the Intelligence Headquarters to be harshly reprimanded, and as Song Yuhang, who had many contacts with them, they were ordered to formulate an assassination plan, and from the perspective of their professional intelligence officers, any assassination operation is extremely risky.
Especially Song Yuhang, who rarely appears in public, has a relatively measured private life, and lives in the barracks at three o'clock a day but is irregular, they know that Song Yuhang's assassination can only be carried out once, and once it fails, it is impossible to have a next chance.
The assassination plan, which was finally named Operation Sakura, was finally completed with the cooperation of many parties, and he was the main person in charge of the plan.
Sakurako Ueda and Miho Nakayama will arrive directly in Shanghai to remotely direct the operation.
For the Sakura operation, Ueda Sakurako was not as ambitious as before, and subconsciously she even hoped that the action would fail, and she couldn't tell Song Yuhang's feelings, and she would always think of the smile on the corner of the person's mouth for no reason.
Miho Nakayama found out about Ueda Sakurako's strangeness, she was very clear about the rumors between Ueda Sakurako and Song Yuhang, but she didn't say anything, just gently shook Ueda Sakurako's palm with her hand, women's things only women know best, and many times silence is better than sound Miho Nakayama believes in the face of imperial interests and personal feelings.
As a senior intelligence officer, Sakurako Ueda is able to distinguish between light and heavy.
And she also thinks that Song Yuhang is indeed a very attractive man.
If only he were Mr.
Wang's man.
As the plane taxied slowly.
Ueda's mind has reached a point of confusion, and she must choose between her loyalty to her country and nation and her own feelings For an extremely mature and rational intelligence officer like Sakurako Ueda, once a person like them falls into the triangle of thinking and emotion, she will also fall deeper than ordinary people, and at the same time, she will be even more crazy Ueda Sakurako can't describe what happened to her. is expecting a relationship that is destined to be impossible.
On one side is the rising star of the Chinese side, with Japanese blood on her hands, and on the other side is the senior intelligence officer of the Empire, although she has not directly killed anyone, but every piece of information she sends is enough to kill thousands of people.
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"Oh my God, what's wrong with me" Ueda Sakurako covered her chest with her hands, closed her eyes tightly and rested her head on the seat The Japanese Navy and Air Force's superiority in the Pacific Ocean made the trip extremely safe for Sakurako Ueda and Miho Nakayama, and apart from a few bumpy air currents, it was a smooth ride.
The Japanese intelligence agency in Shanghai welcomed the two men very low-key at the airport, and Shida, director of the South China intelligence agency, personally greeted them at the airport, and Ueda Sakurako and Miho Nakayama stayed at the notorious No. 72 Xiafei Road.
It was once occupied and blown up by the squadron during the Battle of Lihu, but it was later rebuilt by the Japanese intelligence agency, and its luxury and luxury were far from what was previously comparable.
Although at this moment Shanghai has been shrouded in the double white terror of the Japanese and the Wang puppet regime.
As the largest consular land lease port city in China at that time, Shanghai's nightlife was still prosperous, but behind the prosperity there were countless blood and tears.
For Ueda Sakurako and Miho Nakayama, the bustle and bustle of the Paramount Ballroom on the Bund in Shanghai is unimaginable in Tokyo, Japan, where 100 million people are thwarting to support their never-ending ambitions, just like the emperor.
Ueda Sakurako and Miho Nakayama, who came to China in secret, originally had their secret itinerary unexpectedly turned into a public trip because of this ball, and the two outstanding Japanese female spies first smelled an unusual smell when they arrived at the Shanghai Naval Command At this moment, although Song Yuhang had realized that the Japanese would definitely fight the idea of the counteroffensive plan kept in his hands, he did not expect that the Japanese would also regard him as a hunting target.
His motto is: Opportunity always belongs to those who are prepared, and there is no room for slackening in this war between nations and nations and between nations and the fate of nations.
The cold in Kunming in February was still deep, but all divisions of the First Mechanized Army were frantically training their troops, and in Cui Zhijun's words, the soldiers could not be trained without training In the infantry units of the First Mechanized Corps, which has a ratio of 3:7 new veterans, the new veterans have completed mixed formation and undergone nearly a month of adaptive training; the infantry regiments in the bitterly cold early morning roared and shouted to practice assassination, infecting the American instructors; the Chinese desperately wanted to take revenge on the shame to sweep away the decadence brought about by the Americans' successive defeats in the Pacific Theater, so that the Americans could see the hope of victory in the war.
If the Americans are not decadent, the Chinese soldiers will suffer.
The jungle survival skills of the American instructors made the Chinese soldiers who were not afraid of death tremble.
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