20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 437 Killing the Japs
West of Fengtian City, Nantie Library.

The sunshine in August was particularly bright, but the conference room faced south and faced north, so the light inside was dim and the atmosphere seemed a bit depressing.

The chirping of insects and birds outside the window made people even more panicked.

On both sides of the long table, a dozen little Dongyangs gathered here.

Although the number of people is not large, they are all kinds of people, a mixture of good and bad.

Among them were lower-level officers of the garrison, members of the Black Dragon Society, Continental Ronin, and representatives of the plutocrats...

Of course Miyata Ryuji is among them.

At this moment, like most of the people present, he looked gloomy and depressed, feeling quite disappointed that he would die before his ambitions were fulfilled.

Only the expressions of the two Xiao Dongyangs on the main seat looked calm and composed.

Shiba Shiro and Hamada Colonel.

The two men worked for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the General Staff Headquarters respectively. This time they were appointed by the Toyo Cabinet and came to Fengtian as special envoys.

After a few simple opening remarks, Shiba Shiro conveyed the latest instructions from the empire to everyone.

"The Mongolian bandits and cavalry have been retreating steadily. Now they have retreated to the vicinity of Siping and are surrounded by Feng Zhang's troops - their defeat is certain. The cabinet has now issued a clear instruction: officially disband the 'Manchu and Mongolian Incident Group'!"

After everyone heard this, they suddenly felt lonely.

Miyata Ryuuji's vision went dark, and his mood immediately hit rock bottom.

In the past two years, he has spent almost all his energy on the "Manchuria Plan", but in the end he has achieved nothing. Anyone else would be discouraged.

The "Manchuria-Mongolia Provoking Group" has been officially disbanded, which means that any further cross-border behavior by them will be regarded as "individual behavior."

Without the backing of the empire, it would be impossible to realize the Zongshe Party’s plan to restore the country.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Colonel Hamada cleared his throat and said a few simple words of relief.

"Of course, the 'Manchuria Plan' is not completely abandoned. It's just that the cabinet believes that the time is not yet ripe, and we still need to focus on slow progress. Don't be discouraged. The Kanto Governor's Office is doing its best to protect the safety of the Mongolian bandit leaders. We still have opportunities in the future. "

Chai Shiro nodded and added: "Our first priority now is to win over the Duan family and expand the empire's influence in the Far East..."

Miyata Ryuji was not interested in hearing these clichés anymore.

His career in Manchuria has ended, and the handover of the director of the Investigation Department has long been completed.

Now, for him, the most realistic and urgent thing is to return to China as soon as possible and try to find an official position in the General Staff Headquarters.

After the meeting.

Miyata Ryuji immediately called Yamato Hotel, booked a room, went to the train station to buy tickets, and then hired a few Chinese workers to pack the luggage. With the help of Southern Railway, he moved the luggage to the train and sent it to the hotel first. Big port.

The next morning.

As a qualified intelligence officer, before leaving the dormitory, Miyata Ryuuji specifically checked the scraps of manuscripts and papers left in the room.

Pay what should be paid, and burn what should be burned.

After he was done with all this, he carried the suitcase, walked slowly to the bed, leaned over and picked up the copper-tipped bullet on the cabinet.

Miyata Ryuji held it on his fingertips, turned it around twice, and looked at it carefully.

His own face was reflected on the golden bullet.

"laugh--"

Miyata Ryuuji shrugged, a disdainful laugh escaping from his teeth.

It has been nearly a year since the copper-tipped bullet was sent, and he is still safe and sound.

"The Chinese are so powerful that they pretend to be powerful!"

He muttered jokingly, immediately put the bullet in his arms, put on his hat, picked up his suitcase, and pushed out the door.

In broad daylight, the sky is bright.

Although Miyata Ryuji didn't believe that the Jiang family dared to commit murder in the annex, he still felt a chill down his spine when he walked into the train station.

Looking back, the waiting room was noisy with people and passengers passing by. It was an ordinary and busy scene.

Miyata Ryuuji muttered and then walked slowly into the platform.

The uneasy feeling didn't go away until the train pulled into the platform.

However, nothing strange ever happened.

He sat on the first-class seat, watching the scenery outside the window pass by quickly, and arrived at Dalini safely at dusk.

Checked into the Yamato Hotel and spent the entire night without any incident.

Miyata Ryuuji's hanging heart gradually sank.

"Oh, scaring yourself is nothing more than being suspicious!"

He comforted himself a few words, and immediately went to the port to learn about the number and fares of passenger ships bound for the East.

Three days later, he took all his luggage and prepared to board a ship to leave Manchuria.

…………

It was noon, the wind was gentle and the sun was bright.

The sea surface is sparkling, and water birds are singing and circling overhead.

Accompanied by a deafening whistle, an ocean ferry slowly approached the port.

Colorful flags were fluttering, and the pier was already extremely chaotic. Everywhere was crowded with passengers about to board the ship, as well as relatives and friends seeing off the ship as far as the eye could see.

The reluctant farewells filled my ears.

This seems to be a ferry full of foreign students.

Not far from the pier, many young people of eighteen or nineteen years old swarmed over. They all had young faces, shiny hair parted, and wore dresses that were large or small and didn't fit well.

His expression was half confused and half longing.

Parents, relatives and friends followed hurriedly with luggage in their hands.

When they arrived at the pier and were about to board the ship to say goodbye, they suddenly stopped and gathered there in small groups, looking at each other and feeling a little speechless.

The father stretched out his hand and patted the young man heavily on the shoulder.

"Son, study hard and don't forget the national humiliation!"

The young man nodded and accepted the heaviness with a frank smile.

As soon as he was about to respond, his mother crowded over and shouted, "Oh! Come on, the country will go on without your son!"

As she spoke, she turned her head and stuffed the package she carried with her into the young man's arms.

"Son, take the apples with you and keep them on the boat to eat. When you go somewhere, write letters to your family. Don't worry about the money. Just spend it!"

The young man took the package, turned around and looked at the ferry, then turned around and said, "Mom, I have to go."

The mother immediately burst into tears. She held the young man's face in her hands and looked up and down. The more she looked at it, the harder she cried.

His father quickly pulled him to his side, glared and scolded him: "You damn thing, why are you crying! It's just embarrassing here, it's not like you won't come back! Son, this is your mother, let's go, let's not delay getting on the boat." "

The young man climbed onto the deck, looked back and saw his father rubbing his eyes and waving to him.

At this time, he suddenly noticed a suspicious person walking behind his parents.

The man was not tall and was wearing a black shorts. When he passed by the people seeing him off alone, he always had his arms folded in front of his chest. He never talked to anyone or looked up at the deck. Instead, he walked towards the first-class boarding station without squinting. Boat team.

If he hadn't been condescending, he probably wouldn't have noticed this person's abnormality at all.

Not far away, Miyata Ryuji was standing in the queue waiting to board the ship.

There were not many passengers in the first class cabin, most of them were Oriental travelers. Compared with the dock next to it, it seemed a lot more spacious and relaxed.

However, the noise coming from over there did not diminish at all.

Miyata Ryuji turned his head and looked around, frowning involuntarily, cursing in his heart: What a noisy, chaotic, and undisciplined nation! This is Kanto Prefecture! All Chinese should be expelled!
Not only does he not believe in rhetoric such as co-prosperity, he even thinks that such rhetoric is unnecessary. "Manchuria should be ruled by the Empire!"

Miyata Ryuuji muttered angrily.

The team moved forward a few steps, and the Toyo crew stood by the boarding ladder, stretching out their hands mechanically.

"Sir, please show me your ticket!"

Miyata Ryuji nodded, took out the bill from his pocket and handed it to the crew member.

"Thank you. Please come on board. I wish you a pleasant journey!"

The crew let them go sideways, but Miyata Ryuji did not board the ship immediately. He was still a little unwilling to leave Manchuria in disgrace, so he stopped again, showing some hesitation.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a commotion coming from the end of the line - it seemed like someone was cutting in line.

Miyata Ryuuji turned around and saw a man in his thirties wearing a black shorts striding towards him from the end of the team.

At first, he just thought he had seen the person before.

When he came back to his senses and realized that the other party seemed to be an assassin sent by the Jiang family, the other party had already pulled out his gun from his arms.

"Baga——" Miyata Ryuuji shouted sharply.

However, Han Xinyuan drew his gun too fast!

While everyone was still in a daze, he had already raised the muzzle of his gun, pointed it at Miyata Ryuji's chest and pulled the trigger one after another!

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two gunshots, right in the chest!
Miyata Ryuji fell to the ground in response!
Passengers queuing up to board the ship immediately burst out into exclamations, and everyone ran in all directions. Panic spread on the pier in an instant.

The crew member checking the tickets was stunned for a moment before he was immediately shot down by Han Xinyuan with a gun!
Immediately afterwards, Han Xinyuan shot Miyata Ryuji again in the head, then quickly turned around, raised the muzzle of his gun, and fired indiscriminately at the surrounding Oriental tourists who were panicking.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

In the panic, many Oriental tourists fell to the ground.

At the same time, a piercing police whistle was heard not far from the port.

"boom!"

A bullet whizzed past Han Xinyuan's back.

He turned around in a hurry, looked up, and saw a few crew members shooting at him on the deck of the ferry.

"Hold!"

Han Xinyuan cursed angrily, then replaced the magazine, turned around to fight back, and ran towards the crowded pier.

By this time, there was already chaos on the dock.

Both the Oriental tourists and the Chinese farewell team were all screaming in surprise.

When everyone saw him rushing towards him, they were afraid to avoid him and quickly retreated in all directions.

Han Xinyuan had neither foreign aid nor a backup plan. Seeing this situation, he could only do his best to get into the crowd.

The sound of gunfire continued.

Han Xinyuan felt that he was doomed, so he simply stopped fighting alone, and instead charged at the fleeing crowd with a gun. Whenever he heard a word of Japanese, he would not care about anything and would just raise his hand to strike, as if he was already red-eyed.

However, at this moment, the Oriental Patrol Police stationed near the port also arrived one after another.

They shouted "Don't move, don't move" while looking for the right moment to fire a few shots in an attempt to kill the gangster.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Han Xinyuan shouted loudly to the crowded compatriots.

"boom!"

Some farewell passengers fell to the ground, but the Oriental Patrol didn't care.

As long as it's not one of their own or white, they don't care how much friendly fire there is.

They even vaguely looked forward to the opportunity to shoot at the Chinese unscrupulously.

Han Xin saw the situation and hurriedly turned around and ran away.

However, as soon as he turned his head, more intensive gunshots rang out from behind.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Han Xinyuan risked his life and ran 50 to 60 meters, but he was alone and without help. He was shot twice in the lower back and thigh. His whole body shook, and he fell to the ground with a "thud".

However, what really shocked him was the shot in his chest!
He fell to the ground and struggled to raise his head. His vision was a little blurry, and in front of him were people running for their lives in a hurry.

Someone took advantage of the chaos and fired a black shot at him!
"Catch them alive! Don't shoot, capture them alive!"

Seeing the gangster fall to the ground, a dozen Oriental patrol officers immediately ran towards this side.

At this time, Han Xinyuan's chest was already wet with blood.

He supported the ground with his elbows, forced himself to turn over, lay on the ground and raised his gun to fight back.

However, as soon as the horse-playing hammer rang, there was a weak "click-click" sound.

When the Dongyang Patrol arrived, Han Xinyuan was already dying.

He lay sideways on the ground, not looking in the direction the patrol came from. Instead, he raised his head and looked desperately at the crowd not far away.

The vision is getting darker and darker.

He felt someone forcibly turning his body, and a burst of Japanese words sounded in his ears.

"Can I still revive him and take him back for interrogation?"

"It doesn't look like it's going to work. The bullet penetrated the lobe of the lung. It's too late to rescue him immediately."

"Baga! Who shot?"

"I don't know, maybe it was those coast guards just now?"

"Evacuate the crowd immediately, count the number of casualties, and first go to the police station and ask them if they want to announce the news."

"Go to the captain and ask about the situation and see if there are any casualties on the ship!"

"This must be an extreme Japan-hater!"

Han Xinyuan couldn't understand what these people were saying at all, and still looked at the crowd around him with some remaining consciousness.

As the gunfire stopped suddenly, the crowd around him finally calmed down.

During this riot, several people were accidentally injured and died by the Toyo Patrol. Relatives, friends and family members came forward one after another, crying and crying.

When Han Xinyuan was dying, he saw two strange figures in the crowd.

The two people were far apart from each other, and they didn't seem to know each other. However, after he fell to the ground, they turned around almost at the same time and gradually disappeared in the crowd.

One of them has a bald head, and the other is a disfigured young man.

Han Xinyuan had no impression of either of them, but he was almost certain that the black gun in his chest came from one of them.

After a while, the storm on the dock gradually subsided.

Han Xinyuan sighed, feeling relieved.

He used his own life to make a contribution to the Jiang family. Those relatives in his hometown will probably be able to have enough food and clothing for the rest of their lives...

(End of this chapter)