Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 822: Visitor's Sorrow! (Ask for a monthly pass!)

Yes, for the Japanese North China Front Army, how could they not attack with all their strength to assassinate an army general who is well-known on the Chinese battlefield.

The Japanese on the Chinese battlefield are arrogant and arrogant, which is based on a strong foundation of self-confidence.

But in fact, in terms of national character, the Japanese nation belongs to the extremely cautious category. The reason why they behaved less Japanese in various ways on the Chinese battlefield is, in the final analysis, the Chinese themselves.

First came the Sino-Japanese War, then September [-], and then the July [-]th Incident. Japan almost did whatever it wanted on the battlefield in China. It even won all three games of national fortune.
But drifting back to drifting, as the saying goes, the country is easy to change, and the nature is hard to change. The gene of prudence is something engraved in the bones, not to mention the assassination of an important general who has the command of an army of more than [-] in a major city in China.

Therefore, careful preparations are inevitable. The Japanese North China Front Army sent its own special agent, Yoshikawa Sadasa, to make arrangements in Zhengzhou City for up to a month. The special agent team directly under the jurisdiction and the lieutenant captain who volunteered to join the battle.

Hot weapons, the agent captain of the lieutenant commander is one of the few in the North China Front Army, cold weapons, not to mention, can be ranked in the name of the Japanese island.

It can be said that for this operation, the Japanese North China Front Army has made the best of it.

It's just that 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 the army colonel.

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Yanjing North China Front Army Command.

Age spots had begun to appear on his face, showing a bit of fatigue, and General Toshiichi Terauchi sat at his desk, looking at a telegram handed over by Lieutenant General Okabe Naozaburo, the chief of staff, a blush flashed across his exhausted old face : "The 'Assassination' plan that was tampered with by Seno Fujiwara?"

"Yes!" Okabe Naozaburo bowed his head.

Naozaburo Okabe raised his head, with a look of uneasiness on his face, and looked at the General in deep thought.

Although he is only one level behind the general in front of him, he is a lieutenant general who was just promoted three months ago because of the successful North China War, and his background is not one star and a half behind a veteran army general like Terauchi Shouichi.

If, this time, the "Assassination of Zheng" initiated by him fails and damages important officials, I am afraid that he will not be able to afford it.

Regardless of whether that nephew Sadazuo Yoshikawa or the captain of the secret service squadron loses that one, he, the lieutenant general, may be thrown into limbo.

Especially if the general, who has been rumored to be resigning soon, knows that he has been secretly arranged by him.

I'm afraid, no one knows that he was the first to send the news of Fujiwara's death to Kyoto!

Even Naozaburo Okabe did not conceal the information that Fujiwara was still beheaded without mercy. If not, the Fujiwara family would not have been furious and sent that terrifying guy.

Okabe Naozaburo's original intention was to hug the thick legs of the Fujiwara family and quietly put eye drops on Terauchi Toshiichi, laying the foundation for his future promotion to the commander of the Northern Front Army.

But the chief of staff is absolutely unwilling to see an operation that has been carefully planned for a month and even took a huge risk to invest in two heavyweights, and it ends in the assassination of a small army colonel.

Therefore, he hoped that the General Commander in front of him would stop that impulse.

"The Chinese have an old saying: the general is outside, and the king's life is not accepted! Now that Fujiwara Senxie has made a decision, let Yoshikawa Sadazuo fully cooperate. That guy named Tang Dao is also the one who must be killed by the Imperial Army. .

Well, Okabe-kun, you commander-in-chief don't have to worry, you have to believe in the strength of Yoshikawa-kun and Fujiwara-kun, why don't you talk with me here and wait for their good news? "Siuichi Shouyi lightly put down the telegram in his hand, and agreed lightly.

By the way, he also helped his subordinates who were hundreds of kilometers away to think of a reason.

'Old fox! ' Naozaburo Okabe could only give such an evaluation to his immediate superior in his heart.

Both Yoshikawa Sadaza and Fujiwara Seno are big nobles with backgrounds. It is normal that even a military general like Terauchi Shouichi has to give them face, but Terauchi Shouichi, the commander, still firmly binds him to the already established position. It's too bad if it's no longer on the original plan of 'assassin Zheng'.

The 'Assassination of Zheng' plan was to assassinate the Chinese lieutenant general. Even if it failed, it was still a big move, and there were enough reasons to explain to the base camp.

But to kill a mere colonel of the Chinese Army, with such a big battle, not to mention failure, it is success, so what can you do?

This is an action that loses face, and wins may not necessarily lead to much success.

To put it more bluntly, Tang Dao is the flat-headed brother on the grassland. The North China Front Army is considered a lion. If you win the flat-headed brother, you don't have much meat to eat. But if you lose, you can go to grandma's house ashamed. You said Okabe Naozaburo would be willing to be such a commander-in-chief!

If Terauchi Shouyi hadn't forced him to be the commander-in-chief and tampered with all the consequences caused by the plan, the two people in front would be responsible for it himself, but Terauchi Shouyi hadn't given him this opportunity at all. The title of conductor is still on his forehead, it's almost a seal.

Naozaburo Okabe could only suppress his displeasure, and accompanied Terauchi Shouichi to play Go in the tea room next to the office and wait for the news ahead.

In three consecutive rounds, they were all defeated and lost, which made Naozaburo Okabe face a dark cloud.

Damn, this is not some kind of bad omen, is it?

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"Yoshikawa really talks a lot." A tall man standing at the window with his hands behind his back looking at the sky outside, snorted coldly after listening to his subordinate's report. "However, he is wise! To assassinate Zheng and turn to assassinate Tang, this is the purpose of my coming to China! My dear brother, I will avenge you."

The tall man looked up at the sky, with 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 for thousands of years was broken into two halves that afternoon.

No wonder the Chinese have a word called sadness. It turns out that there is really a kind of sadness in the world, which can hurt the heart by emotion.

Late autumn of 1937!
Japan!

Akina Yamashita!

In a small courtyard with an unremarkable appearance, a contest about martial arts is being staged on the straw mat woven with hemp grass.

However, this is obviously an unfair contest. There is only one person on one side, while the number of people on the other side is as high as 18 people.

The party with the most people wears a uniform red and white belt, while the man who is the party is dressed in sackcloth and has bare feet, which is slightly different from the others.

According to the color of the belt, anyone with a discerning eye can tell that the party with the most people is a judo master.

According to the Japanese judo grading system, one to five ranks are black belts, and six to eight ranks are required to wear red and white belts. That is to say, the 18 people with a large number of people are all high-level judo masters above six ranks.

Although judo is a national art in Japan, it is rare to see high-level judo masters with [-]th dan or above.

But now, the eighteen high-level judo masters have to deal with only one person.

There was only one spectator in this judo contest with a large number of people, an old man with a solemn face and a haggard face sitting on a futon.

The man in sackcloth on the other side was extremely tall, with a full height of 1.9 meters above zero, which was extremely rare in Japan, not only rare, but even unique. You must know that the average adult male in Japan at this time The height is only about 1.6 meters.

The man in sackcloth turned around and looked at the old man sitting on the futon with a questioning gaze.

The haggard old man nodded slightly, and the tall man in sackcloth immediately turned around and faced the other 18 people. A ruthless expression suddenly appeared on his sharp and chiseled face, 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 prudence 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 dispersed, surrounded the tall man in sackcloth, and began to circle around like a lantern.

The man in sackcloth, who was taller than the others, narrowed his eyes, and stood still with his feet irregularly.

Eighteen judo masters circled the tall man in sackcloth for a few laps, and one of the masters took the lead in attacking. He rushed forward with a stride, hugged the thick waist of the man in sackcloth, and then exhaled loudly. , a pair of arm muscles suddenly swelled up, the veins are clearly visible, the strength is more than 200 even if it is not [-] catties, it is definitely more than enough to hug a man in sackcloth who weighs only [-] catties.

But the fact is, no matter how terrifyingly the master's muscles swelled, the man's body was nailed to the ground like a nail, and he remained motionless.

It wasn't until three seconds later, when the master was given enough chances to exert his strength, that the man in linen suddenly twisted his body, his hands and feet were useless, and the master who was holding him around his waist and still exerting strength was thrown out, and he backed ten times in a row. It took a few steps to stabilize his figure.

Simply relying on the strength of his waist, he threw out a grown man weighing [-] to [-] jin.

What's even more frightening may not be just the strength on the surface. The judo master was thrown seven or eight meters away. Under the embarrassment, he wanted to continue to move forward, but he couldn't even lift his arm. Painful and horrified.

Apparently, the force of the twist just now was far beyond imagination, and it actually bruised the muscles of his arms when he was exerting all his strength. Let alone being unable to attack with force now, it may not be possible in ten and a half months.

What kind of strength is it to defeat a [-]th-dan expert without using a hand or a foot?
This note made the faces of the other 17 people tense involuntarily.

They have already regarded this young genius who is famous in the Japanese martial arts world very highly, otherwise, with their current identities, it is absolutely impossible for 18 people to attack one person together.

But I didn't expect that the opponent was stronger than I thought.

Strong enough to be almost hopeless.

I felt timid in my heart.

Then, the man in hemp clothes moved.

Stepping out with one foot, he made a gesture to pounce on the four people in front of him.

The four people in front of the man in sackcloth were like frightened animals, reacting immediately, but the man withdrew his moving feet calmly, looking at the four people who were terrified.

The faces of the four of them turned red. As masters, they knew that this was a blow to their hearts by the man in sackcloth, which had made them involuntarily establish the mentality that they were not their opponents. Don't even think about taking half a step forward in martial arts, the shadow of being defeated before a move will always remain in the heart.

Even if they lose, they must attack!

Looking at each other, they still had a tacit understanding when they came out of the same door. The two on the left and right suddenly accelerated, one of them stretched out his arms to wrap around the waist of the man in sackcloth, together with his hands behind his back, and the other On the other side with almost the same movement, the two pairs of iron arms exerted strength, one left and one right, to hoop the man in sackcloth tightly.

The faces of the two eighth-dan judo masters turned a little red, and they actually put all their strength on their arms. The purpose was just to wrap the arms of the man in sackcloth so that he couldn't make a move.

It can be seen how much psychological pressure the man in sackcloth caused to these masters when he advanced and retreated. Even at the moment of the attack, they didn't think about winning or losing, they just wanted to make a move to kill the man in sackcloth. The shadow of the invincible world is just getting rid of it.

What is a real master, this is, without using any words, just relying on a few movements and expressions, they have already suppressed several opponents at the spiritual level.

But all of this must first be based on extremely strong strength, otherwise, this kind of style can only become synonymous with pretentiousness.

Especially, now the man in sackcloth is even more motionless and allows two opponents to lock his arms.

The other two seemed to be a little slower, but when the two companions were about to lock their opponents with their arms, they suddenly accelerated, but they came first.

One of them kicked his foot, and the whole person was pulled up violently, and then he turned half and half in the air, and a whip kick hit Mai's left temple. The other disciple was short, and his whole body was almost touching The ground, followed by a sharp turn, a sweeping kick swept towards the right leg of the man in sackcloth.

The cooperation of the two judo masters was also very tacit, attacking the top lane and bottom lane of the man in Mai at the same time.

If the man in sackcloth who was still standing with his hands behind his back wasn't so pretentious and allowed the two of them to lock him up, one left and one right, the only way to deal with it was to back off. Although it vented the warrior's indomitable momentum, it was better than being beaten passively.

What's more, his hands and waist are locked, he can hardly move, even if he wants to retreat, he can't retreat, the only ending is to be beaten passively, and being able to lower his head to avoid the most ferocious attack from above is already the best ending .

If nothing else, the man in sackcloth is about to pay the price for his pretense.

But as the saying goes: If there are no accidents, there will be accidents.

The man in sackcloth, who was already in a difficult situation, actually had a grin on his face, but he didn't block or hide, and remained motionless.

There were two muffled sounds of "bang, bang", and the two judo masters hit the target almost simultaneously with a whip kick and a sweep kick.

If a sixth-level judo master who can break three inches of hardwood with one kick hits an ordinary person with such a kick, the average person will die immediately. The power of resistance.

Even the eyes of the old man with drooping eyelids shone brightly. Obviously, this situation was somewhat beyond his expectation.

He didn't expect that the man in linen would use such a self-harming method to deal with the attacks of two eighth-level masters.

But what was even more unexpected was that the vigorous attack of the two eighth-level masters did not have the desired effect.

The man in sackcloth who had suffered these two blows was like a stone man, his strong right leg didn't move a single point, and even his head was only slightly shaken by the whip leg weighing more than a hundred catties. .

Then, the man in sackcloth twisted his neck seemingly casually, and there was a creepy "crack-crack" sound in everyone's ears.

If it is placed in China, martial arts masters will also be dumbfounded. This is already the pinnacle of strength that countless people dream of. It can already control the muscles and bones, and it is an absolute top master.

According to the current situation, it is only half a step away from the few master-level masters.

On the other hand, the two who succeeded in the attack screamed "Aww", and rolled on the ground with their legs hugged, as if what they kicked just now 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 from the man in sackcloth, and opened the trousers. The ankles of the two showed strange twists. The fierce kicks they kicked were not only futile, but also broke them legs.

What kind of monster is this!Including the two judo masters who were still wearing the sackclothed man, they were all stunned.

"Both of you, have you hugged enough?" A sternness flashed in the eyes of the man in sackcloth.

Before the two of them could react, their arms shook violently, and the two judo masters hissed and howled miserably. Not only did they loosen their arms, but they also hung down involuntarily.

Judging from the beaded beads of sweat on their faces and the limp hanging arms, their arms with a huge strength of two to three hundred catties broke under this shake.

The power of one person is so terrifying.

There was silence.

How can you hit five people without a single move?
The remaining 13 people turned their eyes to the old man, and the old man's eyes shone brightly.

The man in sackcloth had gloomy eyes, and said hoarsely but full of chill and disdain: "Why, as the true disciples of the Ushido Dojo, you only have this ability? Let's go together! Don't fall for your master Ushidao Chenxiong name!"

Ushishima Tatsukuma, who is known as 'Oni Ushishima', is firmly seated as the number one fighting master in Japan at this time. How many times has he been named by such a young man.

Anger flashed in the eyes of the remaining thirteen judo masters, and a smile appeared on the face of the man in hemp clothes.

Obviously, this was his intention, but it was to arouse the fighting spirit of the remaining 13 people, not to be intimidated by his might, whose 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 sackcloth.

Only a lion that fights with a pack of hyenas is qualified to be the king of lions, and a lion that is prestige among sheep is just a sheep in lion's skin.

13 people roared suddenly, and they attacked collectively.

This time, the man in sackcloth didn't stand still and let the attack go. After all, he was alone, surrounded by thirteen six-level judo masters and attacked on all sides, but it was not a joke.

Just like the iron cloth shirt in Chinese Kungfu, even if the whole body is made of steel and iron, but if one vital point is attacked, it can only become a dead dog in the end.

No matter how powerful the defense is, it is not as good as a swifter attack.

The attack of the man in sackcloth is more terrifying than his powerful defense.

When the 13 people charged forward with all their strength, the figure of the man in sackcloth moved, but he stopped moving, and his movement was as fast as lightning.

With one lunge, before the 13 people were completely closed, they rushed out of the encirclement, and with a powerful long arm, they slammed around the neck of a judo master who was caught off guard. Before he could struggle, he slammed again Vibrating, the judo master flew straight out until it hit the earth wall of the small courtyard, with a muffled "bang", the judo master fell to the ground without even making a sound.

Before the other 12 people could react, they looked back and chased after him, but the man in hemp clothes stretched out his hands and clasped the necks and spines of the two people in front of him. A stern look flashed across his face, and he slammed his fingers hard, making his teeth sour. "Crack", the two fell limply to the ground, and the joints of the two were staggered by the terrifying force of ten fingers. If they were not treated as soon as possible, what awaited them would be lifelong disability.

Seeing that the man in sackcloth was merciless in his attack, the eyes of the remaining ten people who reacted also flashed ferociousness. They all uttered a cry and surrounded them again. He didn't ask for hugs and falls in judo, but just locked the man in sackcloth so that others could attack.

However, the horror of the man who entered the attacking state was far from what they imagined. He bowed his waist slightly, pulled his hands forward, and actually exerted force with his hands and waist, and a back fall came, flying out from the top of his head. The judo master directly hit the master behind the man in linen.

The superposition of force and gravity is undoubtedly terrifying. There was a muffled "bang", and the two people who collided didn't even have time to scream, and just passed out like this.

The ferocious man in sackcloth is like a lion breaking into a group of hyenas. No matter how sharp the hyena's teeth are, under the giant palm and sharp teeth, they will defeat the enemy with one blow.

With just one cigarette, none of the remaining thirteen judo masters could stand, and at least five of them were seriously injured and unconscious.

But there were not many groans of pain in the small courtyard, and the sober judo masters could only watch silently as the man who looked like a God of War knocked down his companions one by one.

On the other hand, his face was sweating, and the corner of his mouth was bled from the kick of the whip earlier, but there was no scar.

1VS18 turned out to be a complete victory.

This is completely comparable to Tang Tuanzuo singled out an infantry company, or even worse.

You must know that every master above the 6-dan level can only be obtained after more than ten years of hard training and enough talent. In terms of martial arts alone, it is not comparable to ordinary soldiers of the 20th Legion.

Of course, if there were such 150 masters in a wheel battle, no matter how strong this man in sackcloth was, he would probably only be beaten into a pig's head.

But this is already considered terrifying to the extreme.

The old man clapped his hands, and a group of servants came in from the small courtyard to carry away the judo masters who had been beaten to the street.

In an instant, there were only the old man and the man in sackcloth who had won without the slightest bit of joy left in the small courtyard.

His warrior heart instinctively reminded him that something would happen.

Otherwise, his grandfather, who was once an extremely noble minister, would not issue a family summoning order to let him return from the master's martial arts field.

This small courtyard at the foot of Qiu Ming Mountain was the place where grandfather retreated after handing over his power. Even his father, who was a general in the army, was not allowed to set foot there unless he was summoned.

The old and the young just looked at each other.

Finally, a trace of sadness flashed in the old man's eyes, and he handed a telegram to the man in sackcloth.

"Your Excellency Fujiwara Kazu, died in battle on November 12, Showa 11!" The first line of the telegram had already shocked the man in sackcloth into confusion.

Since that man abandoned his mother to marry that woman, his mother died of illness, and he refused to have any contact with that man, has the person closest to him by blood in this world also left?

Even after 15 years of painstaking training, martial arts are already few enemies, and the man in sackcloth is still heartbroken at that moment.

Two lines of tears shed.

For 15 years, since his mother died of illness, he has never tasted tears again.

The tears were a little leisurely, but my heart hurt as if it had been cut by a knife.

It turned out that martial arts practice had never made him forget the love of his family, perhaps due to the accumulation of time, it has become stronger on the contrary.

But then, what's the use?
That cute boy who often went to the kitchen to steal sushi for him who couldn't eat because he was punished, could never appear in front of his eyes again.

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PS: Some book friends may say that there are occasional plots of old books in this book. In fact, old book friends can see that this book is, in a sense, a sequel to old books. At the time of the outline, the old book was still sealed, but now it has been released, and it has been modified by the starting point, which makes my heart ache.

For some of the classic characters in it, Fengyue hopes to revive them in this book. Of course, the story is still a new story. If there are occasional repetitions, it is Fengyue's hope that the classics will reappear. Friends of course will not affect reading.

By the way, ask for a monthly ticket, today is a 6800-word chapter!
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