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Chapter 860 Big Moon (Be careful when eating)
Beiping Iron Lion Alley No.

The former Ministry of the Army and the Ministry of the Navy at the end of the Qing Dynasty, the General Office of the Republic of China (separation), the State Council, and the seat of the Beiyang Executive Government. After the Lugou Bridge Incident, it became the headquarters of the Japanese North China Front Army.

There were often Japanese military officers running around in cars with ointment flags or tall horses, and the people around them suffered a lot, but they dared not speak out.

Most of these devils were transferred from the Koryo colony and the mainland. It was the first time they came to station in such a prosperous city.

In this regard, the top Japanese military leaders are happy to see the results. In the words of the commander-in-chief Terauchi Shouichi, the warriors of the locust are qualified to taste the taste of the winner.

This old aristocrat who suppressed the remnants of the Emperor's Dao faction after [-] and purged the army was the most staunch militarist (separatist) member.

Within a few days of occupying North China, this person first ordered the troops to attack Jicheng by surprise, defeating the local troops, and then ordered the Fifth Division to land in Daocheng and take these two important towns. Lu Province fell into the control of the Japanese North China Front Army under.

The opponent was not satisfied with this, and continued to order the army to advance. The ultimate goal was to launch the Battle of Xucheng to connect the north and south battlefields, open up the Jinpu railway line, and then pursue the Chinese defenders along the Longhai line. Finally, the Japanese troops in North China and Central China joined forces in Changcheng.

In order to realize his idea, the staff officers of the North China Front Army worked day and night, cooperating with the intelligence personnel of the newly established Front Army Special Affairs Department to formulate specific offensive plans.

Preparations for modern warfare are by no means a game that can be completed by one or two military geniuses with a whim, and require professionals and professional knowledge as support.

The battlefield and surrounding natural conditions, geographical location, area, population, resources, transportation, terrain, hydrology, weather, etc. must all be taken into consideration.

And the person in charge of this important task is a Colonel named Otsuki. Unlike the rudeness shown by ordinary Japanese army officers, the other party who was born in a noble family looks more like a scholar.

Every morning at 10:[-], Otsuki would depart from the residence arranged by the front army and walk [-] minutes to a Western restaurant for dinner. His experience of studying at the Command Academy of the Bundeswehr made his lifestyle Westernized.

It is worth mentioning that this school was founded in Berlin in 1810 and was the first school in the world to train staff officers. The previous principals are all somewhat famous.

——For example, Clausewitz who wrote "On War", and the founder of the Prussian General Staff, Count Gerhard von Scharnhorst.

Speaking of Dayue, after breakfast, he will take a special car back to his office in Iron Lion Alley before nine o'clock, start a day of staff work, and study how to defeat Guo Jun with the least cost.

Of course, as a gentleman with good living habits, at eleven o'clock at noon and three o'clock in the afternoon, he will go to the Japanese restaurants and coffee shops around the headquarters twice to pass the time.

Until six o'clock in the evening, when other staff members were still working, Da Yue handed in the results of the day's work, and then took a special car back to the residence again to enjoy the fruits of the family chef's labor.

During this period, the six special agents of the Front Army's Secret Service Department were divided into two squads, and they protected him at every step, in case the intelligence personnel of the national government threatened his safety or instigated rebellion.

Therefore, within the headquarters of the Japanese North China Front Army, Otsuki has the nickname of "Six Fans". For this, he himself readily accepts and is proud of it. After all, not everyone is qualified to enjoy this level of security.

At noon that day, as usual, Mr. Liu Fanyong looked at his watch at his desk, got up, walked to the hanger, picked up his military cap, put on a short cape and walked out of the office.

Outside the door, two short but extremely strong agents sat on both sides of the door. Seeing this, they immediately followed Da Yue one by one, watching the staff passing by vigilantly.

While saying hello and bowing all the way, the three came to the main entrance of the headquarters. The driver in the distance slowly stopped the car and got out to open the door for the other party.

"Thank you."

Da Yue said thank you softly, and got into the back of the car with his head down. The difference between nobles and nouveau riche lies in the fact that a good education makes them more gentle when there is no conflict of interest.

On the other hand, even though it was not the first time they heard Da Yue speak in a tone that treats close friends, the driver and the two bodyguards were still deeply moved by this virtuous corporal's attitude.

Soon, the car drove out of the gate of the headquarters and drove west along Di'anmen Street, and finally stopped outside the door of a Japanese-style izakaya with the word "Matsuya" written on it. The waiter who had been waiting for a long time hurried forward to greet him.

Facing the slightly obsequious waiter, Otsuki frowned and waved his hands, and accompanied by the guards, he strode towards the usual private room, thinking about certain things in his mind.

After entering the private room and sitting cross-legged on the tatami, he said nothing to the proprietress who came to pour tea, then closed his eyes and enjoyed this rare purity.

"Hay."

The proprietress in kimono didn't talk nonsense, she replied in a low voice with sharp eyesight, she held the tray and gently moved it under her feet, opened the door and went to the back kitchen to prepare.

At the same time, one of the two agents stood behind Da Yue, and the other stood outside the house, quietly monitoring every move of the people in the store.

After more than ten minutes, several maids filed in and put exquisite dishes on the table, among which a plate of fish was particularly conspicuous.

"Bridge bean sack, Your Excellency Otsuki."

The agent behind Dayue bowed deeply, then took out a cloth bag, took out some small glass bottles and silver probes, and checked all the dishes.

Da Yue, who watched this scene, kept smiling and didn't care at all. A gentleman doesn't stand under a dangerous wall. They are now in a country full of hostility, so they can't be too careful.

After confirming that the food was not poisonous, the agent stowed away the testing tools and stepped aside again, turning slightly to avoid the dining table so as not to disturb the other party's meal.

Dayue tapped his chin lightly, picked up a piece of raw fish with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. The sweet and crisp taste made him smile unconsciously.

Although it is not as good as in China, what can we expect to eat such fresh fish in an inland city during the war?

Maybe it was because he was in a good mood, he used to eat a whole plate of fish, and even ate a lot of other dishes.

There was nothing left on the whole table, which made the maid who came to clean up the tableware cover her mouth in surprise, and accidentally knocked over the water bottle with her hand, and the clear water suddenly flowed onto Da Yue's military trousers.

"I'm really sorry."

The maid said in panic in Japanese, she knelt down on the ground and touched her head to the ground, holding a handkerchief with both hands, trembling slightly, for fear that her mistake would lead to death.

Calm on the outside, but angry in the heart, Da Yue pretended to be free and easy, took the handkerchief and wiped the water stains, but it was still not enough, and used up the toilet paper issued by the army in the briefcase, and then gave up.

Looking at the imprint on his pants, he smiled wryly and took out a banknote and put it on the table, stood up and left the restaurant with a sullen face.

After getting in the car, Dayue shook her head in shame. For an imperial nobleman, eating should be like Su Xueshi said, eat only when you are hungry, and stop before you are full. You should not be so greedy for the pleasure of your stomach.

The agents didn't know what the aristocrat was thinking. Seeing his movements, they thought he was not feeling well, and quickly asked if they needed to go to the hospital.

The other party is the only person who has mastered all the combat plans, and shoulders the important task of reporting to the Commander and the highest level, and there must be no accidents.

Da Yue, who didn't know how to explain the way of a gentleman to them, had a flash of contempt in his eyes, and casually responded with a few words to signal the driver to drive.

The moment the car started, he caught a glimpse of the maid standing at the door of the hotel and bowed deeply from the corner of his eye, and then turned away expressionlessly.

The majestic locust army chief, embarrassing a timid woman will make people laugh, but this restaurant, he will not come again for the time being, let the proprietress handle it.

With a bald sound, a puff of black smoke rose from the rear of the car and drove away quickly. On the second floor of a teahouse in the distance, someone glanced at his watch and took a sip from his teacup.

this afternoon.

Da Yue, who was scribbling on the topographic map of the Xucheng area and the troop establishment, suddenly felt a severe cramping pain in his lower abdomen, followed by an indescribable smell gushing out.

Mr. Dazuo looked solemn, put down the drawing pencil and opened the window while holding his breath, walked into the bathroom and sat on the toilet after a few seconds of silence, his stern expression gradually became relaxed and comfortable.

At this time, the two agents outside the door seemed to hear a strange sound, but neither of them went in, but looked at each other awkwardly, and quietly moved their feet to the side.

Diarrhea is almost inevitable when eating raw fish in this cold weather. Your Excellency Da Yue is a face-saving person. It is best for them not to show up at this time.

I don't know how long it took, after the sound of water flushing, Da Yue walked out of the bathroom with her head held high, tightened her arm belt tightly, strode back to the desk, and was ready to continue handling official duties.

It's a pity that before he picked up the pen, his stomach began to churn again, which made him cursed secretly, picked up the documents on the table and ran into the toilet at a sprint speed.

There is no way, apparently the handymen in the headquarters made some small mistakes in the preparation of the toilet paper, maybe they didn't expect that someone would eat a whole plate of sashimi.

But it is impossible for Dayue to take the initiative to ask for the toilet paper. The reservedness of the nobility and the status of an officer do not support him to do such a thing.

Just like this, he went in and out of the room, and the documents on the table became thinner and thinner, and he could only spend the unshakable afternoon tea time every day in the toilet.

Until it was getting dark, Otsuki, who was already exhausted, slumped on a chair, and with difficulty took the phone and ordered the staff to mimeograph all today's military plans again.

As for the reason, there is no reason. In the Japanese army, orders from superiors only need to be carried out, and no reason is needed.

After hanging up the phone, he stood up with a chair, adjusted his collar and clothes, locked the confidential documents in the safe, walked out of the office with weak legs, and returned to his residence by car.

The night was getting darker and darker, and the office building gradually became quieter. The guard on duty opened Dayue's office and watched a handyman wearing the rank of second-class soldier enter the room.

Not long after, the handyman pinched his nose, and with a pale face, he carried a bamboo basket and dumped a large pile of waste paper into the garbage truck, and walked towards the next office without looking back.

Amidst the creaking sound of carts, bits and pieces of waste paper were recycled, and finally put into several sacks and piled up in the backyard of the headquarters without anyone paying attention.

At dawn, under the gaze of a pair of eyes, a cart full of garbage passed by a car carrying Dayue, and moved towards Yu Yuju's waste collection station.

(To be continued. I went to the Overseas Chinese Spring Festival Gala)
(End of this chapter)