0p0 Chapter 168 Fengtian's Preparation
Chapter 168 Fengtian's Preparation
Cars stopped at the door and people coming in and out blocked the road.
Zhang Aiguo honked the horn, thinking it would be better if he acted a little more arrogantly.
The two Japanese soldiers sat there motionless and did not stand up when they saw the car.
Their defense points are concentrated in key areas, such as arsenals, government agencies, etc., and the city gates are inspected by traitors and lackeys.
A police sergeant from the puppet Manchukuo police came over and saluted.
"Please show me your ID."
The police officer spoke Japanese.
Zhang Aiguo handed it over without saying a word.
The military certificate of a lieutenant in the Kwantung Army. The name column on the lower right corner of the back cover reads Shoichi Kato.
Zhang Aiguo picked out the easiest to imitate document from a pile of military certificates. The rank of lieutenant was neither high nor low.
The most stubborn thing about the Kwantung Army was that from the beginning until they went to Siberia to dig potatoes, they always insisted on wearing the Type 5 military uniform.
Military certificates do not have photos and are actually the most difficult to imitate.
Military officer IDs with photos often appear in dramas. This is from a modern perspective, and it is what God can see.
The certificate is open on the right and is made of waterproof linen. It has a total of 27 pages, similar to a picture book, which is closed from top to bottom and from left to right. The first 17 pages are the imperial edict, reading, military oath, and experience, all of which are nonsense.
The official content starts on page 18. The record is so detailed that it is jaw-dropping. It includes basic information, service records, combat records, and reward and punishment records. It is a complete resume from childhood to adulthood.
The specified height and clothing, shoe and hat sizes are the biggest flaws.
The sheriff saluted again, took the military certificate, turned directly to page 18, and took a quick look.
"Thank you, Commander Garten!"
“Thank you for your hard work. Keep up the good work!”
"Hi, sorry to bother you."
"Yoshi."
The two policemen cleared the passage and the car slowly entered the city.
"Who is that?"
The Japanese soldier looked at the police chief and saluted twice in succession.
"Captain Garten, Lieutenant!"
"What a lucky guy, so young!"
"Yes, it's really enviable."
The sheriff took out the Yu brand cigarettes that Zhang Aiguo had just given him and distributed them to the Japanese.
"Oh, generous fellow, seventeen cents."
"Ten copies."
"Gangxia-kun, if we make military achievements, we will also be promoted to a higher rank, right?"
"Us? We are just civilians. We have to go to the NCO school."
"That wasn't too difficult."
"So, we just need to make more money. They are rich Chinese pigs, Shimada-kun."
"Hi Yi!"
"If we make great contributions in the war, we can become a special agent sergeant. Come on."
Private First Class Junichiro Shimada looked at Private First Class Haruzo Kanshita with respect.
There are two red stripes on the right arm of this ghost's military uniform. They are the Diligence Medal, awarded to soldiers who serve diligently. In other words, this ghost has done too many evil things.
Cars were wandering around, and there were many Japanese soldiers in kimonos, long robes and top hats on the streets, which formed a sharp contrast with the Chinese people in gray or black homespun clothes. The gap between the rich and the poor was so huge, like the difference between slaves and slave owners.
The devil's sacred toilet was being carefully decorated, with plaster flags planted at the door of the shop and several ronin patrolling.
After getting off the car and walking into a restaurant, Zhang Aiguo felt like he had become a foodie. When arriving at a new place, the first thing he did was look for food, a habit he couldn't change.
"Sir, please come this way."
A pot of tea was placed on the table.
"Give."
"Sir, what is this?"
"Isn't it often said that you should serve the right dish to the right person? I'm a stranger, so you should serve the right dish based on the money."
The waiter looked at the five-dollar bill on the table and asked, "Sir, do you need a drink?"
"Three ounces of Taoshan liquor."
"Okay, wait a moment."
At mealtime, there are quite a few people eating out.
Zhang Aiguo pricked up his ears and listened attentively to the useful information.
"Did you hear that?"
"What did you hear?"
"The Japanese are preparing to hold a memorial parade!"
"What parade?"
"Celebrating the Army's Victory Anniversary."
“That was not the 918 Incident”
"Shh, keep your voice down."
"When will it be done?"
"Soon, I heard it's March 3th."
"Isn't it a few days?"
"There are still ten days left!"
"Ugh."
"What's the point? No matter who is in power, we still have to live our lives. Those who deserve to suffer will suffer, and those who deserve to be burdened will be burdened. Don't think about those useless things."
"What can I think? I'm a hero and my son is a fool. I'm just an ordinary citizen."
"Have you not seen the Japanese cleaning up the streets and posting things?"
“I heard that many people participated and even invited foreigners.”
Zhang Aiguo poured a cup of tea while the people behind him were still chatting.
"Sir, your food is here."
Stir-fried liver tips, braised beef with radish skin, stir-fried cabbage stalks, fried peanuts, and pig's face with green onions.
A pastel-colored green landscape wine warmer, holding a small wine pot.
There were no Japanese soldiers who would search at every turn. Instead, public security and stability were maintained by relying on the puppet Manchukuo police, plainclothes detective teams, the Special High Section, and even the gendarmerie.
In Shengyi Dojo, a small Japanese karate gym, several ghosts in samurai uniforms are drinking sake from a weakling.
The disgusting topknot reflected the light.
"Everyone, how are the preparations for the shrine toilet and parade going?"
"Mr. President, the progress is very smooth. Our disciples are very responsible."
"Very good. This is a commemorative event initiated by the civilians themselves. The military is not involved. This is an order from the headquarters. Do you understand?"
"Understood, sir, we will do our best!"
"The military attaches great importance to this. I'm counting on you all."
"We will work hard."
In the Yamato Hotel, a short Japanese woman walked forward in small steps.
"I la sha ima sai"
(Japanese does not appear in this book, it is basically romanization, transliteration or Chinese characters)
It's small in size, but large in parts, and quite ferocious.
"Soraouchi Nanawa."
"Soraouchi Nanawa."
"Do you want to stay overnight?"
"Yes."
After completing the check-in process, I put away my military ID.
The woman took Zhang Aiguo upstairs.
Zhang Aiguo had no resistance or rejection towards the Japanese women. He learned skills and tricks for free and had a good impression of them. He thought that having sex with them in front of their husbands or mothers was a kind of opium.
"What's your name, young lady?"
"My name is Hata Jiei. It's our first meeting. Please take care of me."
"Oh, are you free tonight? Kato Shoichi, please give me your advice."
As a young officer, it is normal to be a little arrogant.
"Oh"
The woman opened her mouth, and her round mouth shape looked like an O.
So direct.
"Imperial soldiers are very hard-working and have a lot of tempers. Please."
"ah"
Zhang Aiguo held a one-yen note in his hand and stuffed it into his collar.
"Well, it's very spectacular. I think I like it."
He looked at his watch and said, "21:00"
The tone is strong and money talks.
"Hi"
He put down the suitcase sponsored by the major, which contained military uniforms, military boots and a turtle box.
Hang the military uniform and saber on the coat rack and throw the turtle box on the table.
There were few tall people among the Japanese devils, but mixed in were some of the fruits of Sino-Japanese cooperation.
The two sets of clothes fit well, just right.
Draw open the curtains and pedestrians come in.
Fengtian, the hot spring is here.