Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 150 I'm just a stranger passing by, remember this

Beijing, embassy area, Japanese Embassy.

"Baga! Are those people in the Kwantung Army all idiots?!"

Minister Uesugi was currently working as a desk cleaning master in his office, while Ichiro Nemoto, the army officer stationed in the embassy area, who was standing in front of him, lowered his head and remained silent.

"I gave them the time, the itinerary, and which car he was sitting in. With all this information, they didn't even know if they succeeded or not. He had to post a notice himself, saying that he was attacked by bandits and was seriously injured and needed to be nursed back to health! Even this, they didn't know if it was true or not!"

Minister Uesugi was furious and incompetent, and the people below just let him vent his anger, not daring to say a word. In his heart, he was also blaming the guys outside the Great Wall. Couldn't they lay more bombs? Would it kill you if I just blew up a section of the railway? What would happen if I just blew up this section of the railway and the special train? They don't understand what they are doing!
The Kwantung Army also has a reason to say that they don't want to hide anymore, right? They want to start a war right away, right? If you want to start a war right away, why are you going through so much trouble? I'll use you to fill the line now! Bakayaloo!
But after venting for a while, the Minister Uesugi calmed down, looked at the group of people in front of him who were silent as a mouse, and then spoke.

"What's the situation of that young commander now?"

"There's nothing unusual. Should we go and give it a try?"

"I'll ask Consultant Kikuchi to go over there. Based on his understanding of this father and son, he'll be able to tell at a glance whether it's an act or the truth."

Before he finished speaking, a spy pushed open the door and looked at the big shots who were discussing something.

"idiot!"

Seeing his men so ignorant and rashly barging in, Ichiro Nemoto cursed angrily.

"Hi! Mr. Nemoto, Your Excellency the Ambassador, this is the telegram we just intercepted."

Faced with his boss's scolding, the spy bowed 90 degrees and handed over the deciphered content in his hands with both hands.

Ichiro Nemoto, who had just been used as a punching bag by his immediate superior, took the page of letter and slapped his subordinate in the face, telling him to get out. He also looked at the deciphered telegram, his face changed drastically, and quickly handed it to Minister Uesugi.

"Baga! Send a telegram to those idiots in the Kwantung Army immediately! Tell them to find out at all costs whether this little guy Zhang is dead or alive!"

Minister Uesugi, who was also furious at the contents of the letter, chopped the crutch in his hand with great force, breaking it into two pieces.

In fact, the content of this telegram is very simple: the old marshal is fine, and will return to Feng immediately after handling all affairs in Beijing, ready to handle all affairs outside the Great Wall on behalf of the old marshal.

This telegram sent from outside the Great Wall was not disguised at all, and was not afraid of being intercepted and deciphered by these guys, or in other words, it was written specifically for these guys to read. The purpose was to deepen the suspicion of these behind-the-scenes messengers, because the content of the telegram was too contradictory. If the old marshal was fine, there was an assistant marshal in charge outside the Great Wall. Even if the old marshal did not show up, the assistant marshal could handle many things in an orderly manner, and there was no need for the young marshal to return to Fengtian.

But the problem lies here. The masterminds behind the scenes have no idea what the old marshal is like. Is he seriously injured and needs to rest, or is he seriously injured and dying, or is he already dead? These three possibilities represent two results. If he is seriously injured and needs to rest, then the old marshal's decision to let the young marshal return to Fengtian can be understood as an excuse to let the young marshal familiarize himself with all the affairs outside the Great Wall after taking office. In addition, with the old marshal's guidance behind the scenes, their plan this time is a waste of time, and they may even have to lose a group of people's heads to extinguish the old marshal's anger.

But if it is the latter two, then there are too many explanations. Detain the young marshal on his way back to Fengtian, and let the seriously injured and dying old marshal die. Then they can do a good job of the young marshal and make him obedient. If he is already dead, then it is even simpler. If the father does it, the son will follow suit. Just pick an obedient one from the Fengtian Army and take over the area outside the Great Wall without bloodshed.

The latter two methods are similar, but the premise is that they have to know whether the old marshal is alive or dead. But now the less they know, the more they dare not act rashly, because they don't want to fight a war that wastes national strength. Even if they can win the war, they will definitely not be the ones to receive the credit, and they may even have to kill the old marshal first.

This made the Uesugi envoy very angry. Damn it, he didn't get any credit, but he had to take the blame? Even if he was a noble, so what? He was not at the level of a doctor who could not be punished. If something really happened, his family members would not be able to protect him. Maybe his family members would be the first to take advantage of him.

Fengtian City, Marshal’s Mansion.

In the Daqingyi Building, You Baiyun was puzzled as he looked at the notice posted all over Fengtian City.

"Brother Yi, what do you think this old commander is up to? Why is there a Japanese ronin disguised as a horse bandit? Horse bandits are horse bandits, and Japanese ronin are Japanese ronin. Why are they mixed together?"

"If you know what the old commander is up to, why don't you take his place?"

Wang Yi was holding the chapter-by-chapter version of Romance of the Three Kingdoms in his hand and teasing the young warlock, "But I do know what the old commander is up to, but only the old commander can sell it, not anyone else. It has to be him, after all this combo, suspicion is building, and there's plenty of time to waste with them."

"What? Brother Yi, don't talk like a sorcerer. You make me think that I have learned all these skills in vain."

Seeing how curious the young sorcerer You Baiyun was, Wang Yi threw the Romance of the Three Kingdoms in his hand to him and said to Liang Ting, "Brother Liang, is there anything you want to do? I think the old commander will agree to whatever we say this time, even if it means finding you an official position."

At this time, Liang Ting was playing with the Liao-made 18th-year submachine gun, which was an imitation of the German MP submachine gun, which he had taken from the guard. When he heard Wang Yi say this, his eyes lit up and he grinned at Wang Yi.

"Guns. Lots and lots of guns."

"Easy to handle."

Wang snapped his fingers lightly, stood up, and walked towards the brothel where the old commander was resting.

When the sorcerer took the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" thrown by Wang Yi, he also saw the bookmark left by Wang Yi on it. The chapter where the bookmark was located was the 95th chapter, and the chapter name was: Ma Su refused to advise and lost Jieting, and Wu Hou played the piano to retreat Zhongda.

"Empty City Strategy?!"

Wang Yi, who was walking towards the brothel, also waved to You Baiyun behind him and replied.

"More than that~" You Baiyun scratched his head, but he could only calm down and see if he could find any clues from the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" that Wang Yi threw to him.
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Inside the small brothel, compared to last night's dying look, the old general finally had some color on his face after a night's rest, but he was so frail that he needed someone's help to get up.

With a wave of her hand, Mrs. Wu tactfully left and closed the door.

"Are you satisfied with my arrangement, Mr. Wang?"

"How dare I interfere with Master Shuai's actions? But now that you have made such a move, they will come to your door next."

"That depends on how Mr. Wang handles it. You can't just let a dead man like me do everything."

"This is my job. I just want to ask you, Mr. Shuai, to what extent you plan to do it."

"To what extent? Mr. Wang, I dragged my son to the gambling table. I will not be willing to end up like this if I don't make enough money and teach my son a final lesson on how to treat the Japanese. I just don't know how much chips you plan to bet, Mr. Wang."

After all, he is the old commander. Even though he knows that he is a dead man, after sorting out the causes and consequences of the matter, he begins to pull the right to speak to his side.

In response to the old commander's words, Wang Yi first pointed at himself, then raised two fingers to represent Liang Ting and You Baiyun. He pondered for a moment, and was about to say the name of Gao Jin, the son of the Gao family, when he was interrupted by the old commander.

"Mr. Wang, those are my chips. If you only have these three, they are not enough."

For a moment, Wang Yi was also stumped by the old commander's words. Just as he was thinking about how to respond, the captain of the personal guard, Xishun, reported outside the door.

"Report, the Consul General of the Japanese Consulate in Fengtian, his wife, Advisor Kikuchi, and the senior staff officer of the Kwantung Army, Hashimoto Daisaku, and a group of others came to visit you, saying that they wanted to clarify the recent attack on you."

"Damn it, they say you can't talk about people during the day and ghosts at night. I didn't say anything about ghosts in broad daylight, so how come the ghosts came to me? Xishun, call Lao Wu over, Mr. Wang, how about acting with me?"

"It's a small matter, but whether you can fool them depends on your acting skills, handsome man."

At the Marshal's Mansion, a group of senior Japanese military officers strode towards the brothel, followed by other irrelevant followers.

They were either wearing kimonos and carrying samurai swords, or wearing hunting clothes that only ancient Japanese nobles could wear and wooden clogs, or wearing suits and leather shoes. There were faces of all ages, ten in total, and they all had one most obvious feature, which was a gleam in their eyes.

A group of Japanese who entered the Marshal's Mansion under the pretext of inquiry and explanation were also stopped in front of the brothel by the subordinates led by the captain of the personal guard Xishun.

"Master Shuai needs to rest. No one can disturb his rest."

His way was blocked by a captain of the imperial guards. The leading senior staff officer, Kawamoto Daisaku, also looked at this unknown person, but the other party was also a man who had come through a sea of ​​blood and corpses, and his murderous aura was no less than that of the Japanese staff officer.

However, when Xishun was glaring at the Japanese staff officer, his gaze was inevitably met by the people following behind him who had gleams in their eyes.

Especially one of the old men wearing hunting clothes had a playful expression, staring at him with a smile. Xishun felt that the moment his eyes met his, he was as if he was pulled into a bottomless pit, and no one could help him. The soldiers around him were also suppressed by an unknown aura. Even if they saw that there was a problem with their superior, they could not raise their guns to deter these ill-intentioned visitors.

Just then, Wang Yi's voice came from behind Xishun.

"Oh, you have come to comfort Master with such a large force. Those who know him may think you are here to express condolences, while those who don't may think you are here to visit your parents. Indeed, Master is a reborn parent in the hearts of the people in Fengtian and the three provinces outside the Great Wall~"

The teasing and sarcastic words instantly dispersed the momentum of these five people. It also made the faces of the ten people, old, middle-aged and young, who were following the Japanese staff officer change. They all looked at Wang Yi, who appeared behind Xishun with Liang Ting, You Baiyun, Gao Jin and another acquaintance, Fu Linmen, who they had met twice.

He was wearing a black robe, had short, refined hair, and was walking towards them with his hands behind his back, carrying the power of heaven and earth.

As Wang Yi took steps forward, the Japanese felt that the brothel in front of them seemed to have spirituality and was rushing towards them.

They were so shocked that they couldn't help but start to retreat, and they didn't even realize that they were retreating.

Every time Wang took a step forward, they had to take a step back.

By the time Wang Yi walked to Xishun's side, the Japanese had retreated five meters away.

"That's right. You have to be polite when you come to visit. Otherwise, you really think that the Marshal's Mansion is a place where demons and ghosts can come to pay their respects, don't you think so, Captain Xishun?"

"What Mr. Wang said makes sense. Now I will have someone buy a few more door gods and stick them on the front door of the mansion. I will let the door gods help me knock down those blind plague demons."

Xishun, who looked as if he had been fished out of the water, was grateful from the bottom of his heart to Wang Yi for helping him. Understanding the hidden meaning of Wang Yi's words, he was happy to cooperate with Wang Yi to disgust these people who came to his door.

"Who are you?" Looking at the young man in front of them who embarrassed them without saying a word, Kawamoto Daisaku, the leader, turned around and stared at himself and his men before questioning Wang Yi, still in Japanese.

Wang Yi responded indifferently to the Japanese staff officer.

"Wang Yi, a stranger passing by, remember this."

(End of this chapter)