This battle was fierce, with Mongolian cavalry, Manchukuo Xing'an Army cavalry, Soviet mechanized troops and air force, and Japanese Kwantung Army infantry and artillery all participating.
Although it was nominally a territorial conflict between Mongolia and Manchukuo, behind the scenes there was The game between the two great powers, the Soviet Union and Japan.
When the Soviet Union and Japan went to war, Japan added a strong enemy, which was very beneficial to China's cause of the war of resistance.
This was very clear to everyone, so they were as excited as the Chinese New Year.
They wished that this war would get bigger and bigger, and it would be best to involve the Soviet Union.
Suddenly Chen Zikun sighed: "Sadly, Mongolia and Manchukuo were originally Chinese territories.
The war between the Soviet Union and Japan was exactly the same as the Russo-Japanese War decades ago.
We always thought that the fishermen would benefit, but in fact this was true.
I have a weak mentality.
I wonder when China will become truly strong and drive out all those who dare to invade my territory.
Alas, I’m afraid I won’t be able to see it until I grow old.”
Liu Ting advised him: "No matter what, this matter will be of great benefit to the situation of the War of Resistance.
Wang Jingwei's treason will have a great impact on morale.
The war between the Soviet Union and Japan can restore some confidence."
Chen Zikun said: "I hope so."
In the next two months, Chen Zikun paid close attention to the war in Nomonhan.
The Soviet Union and Japan continued to increase their troops.
The Kwantung Army assembled a force of 50,000 tigers and wolves on the border of Manchuria and Mongolia.
The whole world is waiting to see whether history will repeat itself when Tsarist Russia suffered a disastrous defeat.
In August, the Soviet army and air force, which had been dormant to show weakness to the enemy, suddenly launched an attack with thunderous momentum.
One hundred thousand troops marched south.
With the support of hundreds of fighter bombers, thousands of artillery, and countless tanks, they overwhelmingly destroyed the country and annihilated it.
Two divisions of Japan's most elite Kwantung Army.
When the news came, the whole world was shocked, and Chongqing was in joy.
The Soviet-Japanese war was intensifying, and the victory of the Anti-Japanese War was just around the corner.
But to the surprise of many people, at the best moment of pursuing victory, the Soviet Union actually signed an armistice agreement with Japan.
After a bloody fight, they suddenly shook hands and made peace, which made the Chinese happy in vain.
In a Japanese restaurant in Hongkou, Shanghai, amid the plaintive Japanese music, King Yulong was drunk.
Because of the disastrous defeat of the imperial army in Nomenhan, he felt frustrated and said with tears: "Twenty thousand imperial troops, How heroic it is to die in the Gobi Desert, wrapped in horse leather."
Yan Qingyu, who was invited to drink together, said: "Yes, heroic.
Unfortunately, there are too few heroic ones."
King Yulong was furious: "Baga, how dare you take pleasure in others' misfortune?"
Yan Qingyu said: "Who said last month that once the Kwantung Army takes action, the Soviets will abandon their armor?
You have forgotten it?"
"Baga, you are going too far.
The imperial army fought for the Asian people in Nomenhan.
As a member of East Asia, you actually turn your heart towards the Russians.
You are a traitor to Asia."
King Yulong punched him, but Yan Qingyu easily dodged it: "A gentleman uses his words but never his hands."
King Yulong was about to continue to attack, but suddenly the sliding door opened, and a woman with a face full of makeup and a kimono knelt down at the door and said: "I'm sorry, there is a guest who wants to drink with Yusang."
"Who is it?"
Yulong King asked with eyes wide open.
"It's me, Takeo Imai."
A middle-aged man walked in, wearing a suit, but his military temperament could not be concealed.
"It's Imai-kun, a staff officer who succeeds more than fails in the base camp."
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
King Golong muttered and took another sip of wine.
Takeo Imai bowed to the woman who led the way and thanked him: "Sorry for the trouble."
The woman returned the greeting and closed the door.
Imai Takeo stared at Yulong King coldly without saying a word.
King Yulong put down the wine bottle and stared back at him.
Suddenly, Takeo Imai slapped King Ryū in the face, and the slap was so loud that King Ryū was stunned and did not fight back or dodge.
Imai Takeo continued to take action: "This slap is to teach you a lesson for the Imperial Viscount."
"This slap is to teach your soldiers to die on the battlefield for the tens of thousands of imperial soldiers who died in Nomenhan, but you are living and sleeping in Shanghai.
Please wake up."
King Yulong was beaten so hard that stars were shining in his eyes.
The more Takeo Imai beat him, the more addicted he became.
He was about to slap his third ear, but Yan Qingyu grabbed his hand: "Asshole, two hits is just for the sake of it.
If you are addicted, I will not accompany you."
You practice.”
Imai Takeo understood Chinese and gave Yan Qingyu a cold look.
His cold gaze made him shudder.
"You must be Yan Sang.
It seems that you are still sober.
I'll give you three minutes to wake up this drunkard.
I'll wait for him outside."
After saying that, Imai Takeo went out.
"Yansang, thank you."
King Yulong was still drunk.
Yan Qingyu dragged King Yulong to the faucet and poured cold water on him to wake him up.
The young diplomat finally regained his consciousness and murmured: "What a troublesome guy."
"Who are you talking about that guy outside?"
"Even within the military headquarters, no one dares to challenge Colonel Takeo Imai."
King Yulong wiped his face carelessly, muttered while arranging his clothes, and even though he was reluctant, he still left the entrance.
In the atrium, Imai Takeo stood with his back to him, his voice was very stern: "Is this the way the young master of the imperial family lives?
You have disappointed me."
King Yulong stood at attention and bowed: "I'm sorry for causing you any trouble."
"From now on, you will be transferred to active duty, awarded the title of Army Major, and will be directly under my leadership.
Say goodbye to the life of luxury and luxury in the past."
"What?"
King Yulong was stunned.
He was just a cultural spy from the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology.
Why was he directly assigned to the army and still had the rank of major?
His starting point was not low.
Imai Takeo continued to turn his back to him and said: "Although the Empire lost troops and generals in the Battle of Nomonhan, it allowed the Soviet Union to see the imperial army's desperate samurai spirit and made Stalin dare not easily launch an attack in the Far East.
From a strategic level, the Empire won. ” "Hai" King Yulong lowered his head, with mixed feelings in his heart.
He had to accept it.
The staff of the military department could describe the dead as alive, and defeat as victory.
"The Empire and the Soviet Union reached an agreement, and the Kwantung Army's plan to advance northward had to be scrapped.
From now on, the Empire's strategic direction is south."
Imai Takeo waved his hand as if there was a world map in front of him.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
"Hong Kong, Singapore, the Philippines, Java, Micronesia, Australia, and the Southern Hemisphere, which is rich in oil, rubber, and iron ore, will all be the glorious trophies of the empire."
King Yulong couldn't help but get excited: "Senior, is the base camp finally going to fight against Yingmi ghosts?"
Takeo Imai nodded reservedly: "The collision between Asians and Europe and the United States will happen sooner or later.
Now the imperial army is deeply mired in China and its troops are stretched thin.
In order to expand new battlefields, a peace agreement must be reached with Chongqing."
"Senior, what does this have to do with me?"
King Yulong interrupted.
"Baga, are you allowed to ask questions?"
Takeo Imai was furious.
King Yulong shut up quickly.
"The guy next to you is named Yan Qingyu.
His brother-in-law is an important person in Chongqing."
"However, Chen Zikun is just a former warlord who is not a direct lineage, and now he is just an insignificant official responsible for the affairs of the families of the deceased."
King Yulong intervened again in order to show off the intelligence he had.
Imai Takeo glanced at him, and the Dragon King, whose face was still burning, quickly shut up.
"There is really nothing I can do against you.
Although Chen Zikun is not at the center of power, he has a very close relationship with the highest authorities, especially with Chiang's wife, Ms.
Song Meiling, and with Song Ziwen, a senior member of the diplomatic and financial circles.
In other words, he is someone who can influence the highest decision-making in Chongqing.”
"It's what the Chinese often call pillow blowing."
King Yulong still couldn't help but say something more.
This time Imai Takeo did not scold him, but praised him: "Yes, that's what I mean.
The utilization value of Wang Jingwei's line has been basically exhausted.
I originally thought that his defection would bring at least fifty divisions of the Kuomintang troops to surrender, but it didn't I think the effect is not as good as expected, so we must establish a communication channel with Chongqing, Yusang, do you understand?"
King Yulong straightened his back: "Senior, I understand that we can use Yan Qingyu's relationship to open up the line with Chen Zikun, gain contact with the Song family, and then establish a secret communication channel with the highest authorities in Chongqing."
Takeo Imai looked at his watch: "It's getting late.
I have something to do.
You can find me in the office on the 11th floor of Broadway Building tomorrow."
The conversation between the two people was all heard by Yan Qingyu.
Unfortunately, he did not understand Japanese and could only vaguely understand a few words, which seemed to be related to him.
King Yulong entered the room with a wry smile on his face: "Yansang, my career depends entirely on you."
Yan Qingyu made a dazed look: "What does it have to do with me?"
"Let's go, you'll know tomorrow."
King Yulong pulled Yan Qingyu out.
The next day, Yulong Wang and Yan Qingyu drove to the Broadway Building on the bank of the Suzhou River.
This majestic building used to be an asset of British businessmen.
It was forcibly bought by the Japanese after August 13.
Now the people occupying the building are Japanese generals.
There are military police standing guard at the door, and ordinary people dare not stop.
Imai Takeo's office is on the eleventh floor.
It is a connected hotel room, one for office and one for living.
There is a sun flag hanging on the wall, a tachi and a cox on the knife rest, and a globe on the desk.
The window overlooks the Waibaidu Bridge and the Bund, with the Huangpu River in the distance.
The scenery is very beautiful.
"Misang, sit here."
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Takeo Imai was very kind.
Although he was wearing a military uniform, he was as kind as a neighbor's uncle.
King Yulong tried the executive chair, turned it around, and said with a smile: "It's very majestic."
"Well, from now on, this seat is yours."
Takeo Imai said.
"What."
King Yulong jumped up and was at a loss.
Imai Takeo smiled: "Okay, boy, stop pretending.
This office is the residence of the imperial agency in Shanghai.
I specially prepared it for you."
King Yulong was very moved: "Senior, I really don't know what to say.
I'm so hopeless that I'm about to burst into tears."
Imai Takeo laughed loudly: "It's normal to be excited when you suddenly get an agency named after your surname.
You don't have a military background, so you won't offend others, and you are familiar with Chinese culture.
It is most appropriate to give this task to you. , do you still remember what I told you yesterday?"
Imai Takeo suddenly bowed as he said this: "Misang, please."
King Yulong hurriedly returned the gift: "But senior, how can we solve the problem of funding and personnel?"
Imai Takeo smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The funds of the military department are very limited, and they have all been taken away by His Excellency Kage Sasakiaki's Mei Agency.
You know, the establishment of Wang's government requires huge funds, so I can only give you some military tickets. " King Yulong said: "Military tickets are just waste paper, even beggars don't want it."
"Then you have to find a way on your own.
You may be able to use your father's influence in the parliament to help."
“What about the personnel?”
"Figure it out yourself."
After Imai Takeo finished speaking, he put on his military cap, picked up his saber and went out, leaving only the clanging sound of a string of riding boots hitting the marble floor of the corridor.
King Yulong looked at Yan Qingyu, his only subordinate.
The two of them stared at each other, dumbfounded
.
: