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Chapter 1272 Uprising

"Mr. Inuzuka, Mr. Yasue, according to our discussion"

At the rectangular negotiation table, the Jewish negotiating representative Kaufman spoke eloquently. He demanded that the Japanese army and the puppet Manchukuo set aside an area of ​​40,000 square kilometers of land on the border of Heilongjiang Province, near the Birobidzhan area of ​​Red Russia, for the Jewish Restoration Organization.

In this area, Japan must grant the Jews political, economic, cultural and religious freedom, and allow the Jews to establish a Jewish state and army.

After the first two steps are completed, Japan must also help the newly established Jewish state gain recognition from other countries, especially Western countries, and must not hinder Jews from around the world from settling here.

In return, the Jewish Restoration Organization will mobilize the Jewish Committee to invest a large amount of money in Mite Island and the Northeast region, introduce various industrial technologies, and help Mite Island quickly achieve industrialization.

The conditions of the Jews were very harsh, but the Japanese negotiators remained calm, bargained high and paid low, and negotiated, with the emphasis on the word "talk".

Inuzuka Koreshige suggested that the land could be divided, but the area needed further discussion, and it would be best not to choose the border as the location so as not to irritate the Red Russians.

Kaufman shook his head repeatedly, saying that the Birobidzhan area was the Jewish Autonomous Oblast of Red Russia, where there were many Jews, which was a population resource urgently needed by the Jewish Restoration Organization, and this matter was not open to discussion.

In order to dispel the Japanese concerns, he mysteriously revealed one thing: through certain forces within Germany who "sympathized" with the Jews, they were sure that the Germans would soon launch an attack on Red Russia, no later than 1942.

When the war between Germany and Russia breaks out, there will be an opportunity to redefine the ownership of the Far East and even the entire Siberia region. This is almost a clear indication that the Jews will take a bite of the Red Russia at the right time.

The ambition of the Jews shocked the Japanese personnel present. To be honest, even the craziest Japanese soldiers knew that Japan and Red Russia were not opponents of the same level.

After the Battle of Nomonhan, the army realized that in large-scale combat, the only effect of the Bushido spirit they relied on was to make the Red Russians consume more ammunition and incidentally stimulate the empire's postcard production.

Out of face, Inuzuka Koreshige couldn't refuse directly, so he could only laugh and say, "This matter needs to be considered in the long run. Let's talk about land first. Forty thousand square kilometers is too much. Five thousand square kilometers is enough for your refugees."

"No, 40,000 square kilometers is our bottom line. In the future, we can carry out more cooperation in the Far East." Kaufman refused to give in and insisted on 40,000 square kilometers.

The Navy lieutenant commander who was listening in couldn't help laughing when he heard this. He took off his military cap to reveal his bald head, then turned to tell the story to a captain who was accompanying him.

"Two idiots saw a wild goose. One said he wanted to cook it and the other said he wanted to roast it. The wild goose flew away, and the two were still discussing. Do you think they look like them?"

"idiot!"

Before Inuzuka Koreshige could say anything, Yasue Senhiro jumped out, pointing at the major and shouting angrily. The navy side was not to be outdone and a captain came out on behalf of the major, and the two sides started a war of words.

Kaufman's face looked a little unhappy, but he knew that there were deep conflicts between the Japanese Navy and the Army, so he pretended not to hear anything and picked up the teacup to drink a sip of tea.

Seeing the navy people being so arrogant, Inuzuka Koreshige could no longer tolerate it. He suddenly stood up, supported the table with his hands, leaned forward and stared at the major, wanting to drive them away, but he never expected the situation on the scene to change suddenly.

The major, who was originally writing and drawing on paper with a pen, suddenly hooked Inuzuka's arm that was supporting the table with his pen-holding hand and pulled it forward. Inuzuka lost his support and fell forward. At the same time, the major held the pen with his backhand, and under the influence of gravity and inertia, the sharp tip of the pen pierced into Inuzuka's carotid artery.

The major succeeded in one move and pulled out the pen without mercy. A large amount of blood gushed out from the wound, and Inuzuka Koreshige fell down holding his neck.

Kaufman, who was sitting across the negotiation table, was stunned for a moment before the lenses of his glasses were stained with spurting blood. His eyes turned red and he subconsciously wanted to scream.

But he didn't have the chance to say anything as several Marines quickly stepped forward and slapped him and his companions on the ears. All the Judas representatives slumped down in their chairs. The whole process took no more than two seconds.

During this period, all the guards inside and at the door of the venue were knocked down without exception. Soldiers claiming to be from the Marine Corps took a one-on-one approach and neatly resolved the security forces at the venue.

This sudden change stunned the remaining Japanese representatives. Yasue Senhiro reacted the fastest and immediately realized that the people in front of him were not the navy at all, but agents of the Kuomintang or other anti-Japanese forces. He was extremely shocked and angry for a moment.

What makes people angry is that the rebels dare to disguise themselves as imperial soldiers and launch attacks in the imperial-occupied areas. What makes people shocked is why the other side knows the movements of the navy. There must be a mole inside the empire.

As Xianhong Yasue was thinking, he suddenly felt a strong wind coming from behind him. He swung his elbow backwards and reached out to the holster on the negotiation table, wanting to fire a warning shot to the nearby Japanese soldiers.

The navy captain who had been arguing with him earlier was faster and more ruthless. He took an elbow strike head-on, grabbed a steel wire with both hands, strangled Yasue Senhiro's neck, crossed and twisted his wrists, and firmly controlled the opponent.

After successfully restricting the target's movements, the captain turned his body and used his back to support An Jiang, bent down and moved in the opposite direction, little by little pushing An Jiang away from the negotiation table.

Suspended in the air, Xianhong Yasue grabbed the wire and struggled desperately, but he couldn't find any foothold. He could only watch the table and the pistol getting farther and farther away from him, his legs swinging in vain and a hissing sound coming from his throat.

Others such as the representative of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the expert on the Judas issue also had their necks strangled by steel wires. The huge conference hall became eerily quiet, and sunlight shone into the room. Yasue Senhiro's hands slowly dropped, his eyes were bloodshot, and his tongue stuck out of his mouth.

"One minute countdown, act according to the plan."

The lieutenant commander shook off the blood on the tip of his pen, stood up, said something, and walked towards the door without even looking at Inuzuka Koreshige who was twitching on the ground.

Some of the Marines took out their daggers to stab the corpse, some used spy cameras to take pictures of the information on the table, and some took key positions to guard the outside. Everyone did their work in an orderly manner. In the crowd, the captain put a handkerchief soaked in ammonia in front of Kaufman's nose. The stimulating smell made him wake up immediately. Before Kaufman could figure out what was going on, a document written in Yiddish① was in his hands.

"Hold it up, look up, don't move, very good~"

"Click."

As the captain finished speaking, several shutter sounds were heard. Kaufman, feeling dizzy, looked down at the document and saw words like "division" and "certain regions" written on it.

"Thirty seconds countdown."

Someone reminded him again, and the captain stabbed Kaufman again, took the document away, and did not kill Judas's side.

Ten seconds later, everyone filed out of the small building. When leaving the Ha Tong Garden, they did not forget to provoke the army soldiers at the door with their eyes, and behaved very calmly.

On the busy street, the fake marines walked away quickly, and when a tram passed by, there was no trace of the gang on the road.

Suburban military station.

Osako Michimasa stood on the wall and looked around with a telescope. When he saw the numerous corpses and captives, a sincere smile appeared on his face. Everything was going according to his plan.

"Sir, you could have captured all the Republic of China people just now, why didn't you order a pursuit?" Osako Michimasa's trusted subordinate asked in confusion.

"You are too impatient." Osako slowly put down the telescope, leaned on the wall and looked into the distance: "The Republic of China has an ancient tactic called 'surround three and leave one missing'. If we don't let them go today, how can we catch more rebels?"

The subordinates understood that the chief was using the secret talks as bait to lure out the government's intelligence forces bit by bit and then kill them with one strike.

Seeing the other party looking at him with admiration, Osako felt proud inside, but did not show any expression on his face. As long as the National Government could not find the real place for the secret talks, they would have plenty of opportunities.

"Chief, Chief." A shout came from outside the wall, and a Japanese spy came running to report loudly: "The prisoner claims to be a member of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics."

"Nani?"

Osako Michimasa couldn't believe it, and quickly walked down the ladder to a prisoner, grabbed the man by the collar and asked: "Who is your superior, is it Zuo Zhong?"

The half-dead prisoner shook his head and said with difficulty: "No, it's Xu Enzeng, my superior is Xu Enzeng, and General Zuo did not show up."

This sentence hit Osako Michimasa's heart like a bolt from the blue. Zuo Chong did not show up, which meant that the other party had seen through his plan. So where was Zuo Chong now?

Oh no! There is danger in the Hao Garden!

Osako Michimasa thought of the phone call he had made not long ago. The appearance of the navy people was too coincidental, so there must be something fishy going on.

Without time to explain, he yelled at his men, "Quick! Contact Inuzuka immediately and order him to arrest all those marines."

A spy picked up the phone and called the Hotam Gardens, but the call rang for a long time and no one answered. Osako Michimasa snatched the receiver and put it to his ear. Listening to the sound of the electric current, his heart sank.

French Concession, riverside.

Zuo Chong was lying on the chair, holding the fishing rod in his right hand, patting his knee gently with his left hand, and humming an unknown tune.

A man was walking hurriedly from a distance. The bodyguards made way for him when they saw him. The man walked up to Zuo Zhong and was about to speak. Zuo Zhong raised his hand and said hush. He then raised his right hand hard and another big fish was hooked.

After putting the fish into the basket, Zuo Zhong took the handkerchief handed to him by the bodyguard, wiped his hands, and asked casually: "Is the operation going smoothly? Is there light?"

"It went smoothly. The brothers have retreated safely. The Yiddish documents and photos are in Shen Dongxin's hands." Gui Youguang bent down and reported, with a faint smell of blood on his body.

"Well, I'm glad it went well. Go find a place to sleep tonight and remember this lesson. You dare to come to see me without cleaning up the smell. Have you forgotten the rules?"

Zuo Zhong threw away his fishing rod, put his hands on his hips, looked out at the British and French ships on the river and stopped talking. He wanted to see how the Japanese and Jews would react, as this matter was not over yet.

Zheng Tingbing blinked. Everyone was speaking the dialect of the Republic of China, so why couldn't he understand what Zuo Chong and Gui Youguang were saying? Was the mission accomplished?

(End of this chapter)