Chapter 291: The Banquet at Hongmen

Negotiate? What's to negotiate?

Only the weak negotiate. The strong like to bully.

Therefore, the task was accepted. Zhang Yong, however, didn't think about how to negotiate at all. He only wanted to beat the other party up.

What royalty, just hearing it made him unhappy.

You son of a bitch royalty, what does it have to do with us Chinese?

Hundreds of years ago, you didn't even have the qualifications to kneel and lick the ground.

Now that your strength has increased and your ambitions have swelled, you really think you can swallow the elephant. You have no idea how high the sky is and how vast the earth is.

That Manchurian Xinxing Hotel is the Japanese invaders' lair?

It's fine. Take 50 men in yourself. Fully armed. Arrange a battalion of security guards outside.

You can't station regular troops in the city? I'm bringing in a security team!

This matter can be coordinated with Zhou Yang. Station a few hundred men nearby for training.

Call the garrison headquarters immediately. Ask for Zhou Yang.

'Shaolong, are you free?'

'No. I'm going to the Manchurian Xinxing Hotel to negotiate with the Japanese invaders. I'm a little worried. I want to ask you for a favour.'

'You name it. It's the least I can do.'

'I'm worried that the Japanese invaders will turn nasty. Can you transfer a few hundred men from the security team to station nearby for a few hours to help me feel more confident...'

'What do you need the security team for? I'll arrange for you to have a battalion from the 87th Division.'

'Huh? Is that okay?'

Zhang Yong was flattered. A battalion from the 87th Division?

That's impressive.

This is the best German-equipped unit in the National Army!

If they're deployed, even if the Japanese send a few hundred soldiers, I'm not afraid. Without heavy artillery, tanks, or planes to help, soldier against soldier, the 87th Division probably won't lose.

'Okay, I'll make the arrangements right away! They'll be able to get a feel for the terrain nearby!'

'Good,'

Zhang Yong was very pleased.

This was definitely a sure thing.

From Zhou Yang's words, he also vaguely picked up some information.

This battalion of the 87th Division had the task of familiarising themselves with the urban area of Songhu. Was this not to say that the military was actually preparing in secret?

Perhaps this was not Chiang Kai-shek's intention. But someone had already realised it.

Once the battle begins in Songhu, those who are unfamiliar with the terrain will definitely suffer.

This battalion of the 87th Division is here to explore the way.

With a battalion in place, Zhang Yong's faith in the negotiations has been strengthened.

Negotiate my ass!

It's a slap in the face! A hard slap on the other party!

What royalty! Beat you until you kneel on the ground and sing of your conquest! Sing it 500 times...

Then turn around and see Da Bao Wan.

This is a woman poisoned by militarism.

She is pitiful. She has come to China and is still being bullied by her own people. It is really miserable.

If she can be sent back to live a normal life, Zhang Yong is still willing to do so.

He is a human being. Not a beast.

If the other party is not a pest, he naturally will not abuse pesticides.

'Dabao Wanzi.'

'You...'

'I have news for you. I don't know if it's good news or bad news. We are prepared to negotiate with Kuroshima Ryuzo to exchange you back.'

'I...'

Dabao Wanzi didn't seem happy.

Obviously, she didn't look forward to going back. She was even a little scared. Maybe she would be punished when she went back?

The Japanese were very cruel and merciless when it came to prisoners.

This prisoner included being captured by them. And being captured among them.

What would happen to Dabao Wanzi's fate of being exchanged back? Zhang Yong really couldn't predict. His intuition wasn't very good.

Perhaps she would be more comfortable in the Fuxing Society prison cell?

Because she was not a threat and was willing to cooperate, she was given a single-person cell. It was equipped with basic amenities.

Although she did not have enough freedom, she actually had a good time in her cell.

She could read books, write letters, and even eat some snacks. If she got sick, she could even take them outside for treatment.

This was the treatment that a willing Japanese spy could receive.

Suddenly, an idea came to her.

If the exchange doesn't work out and she doesn't go back, maybe she could be given something to do?

What?

Teaching Japanese. She could definitely do it.

As the war with Japan intensified, the importance of Japanese became more and more apparent.

It was impossible to pretend to be Japanese. But if you could understand it, it would definitely help.

For example, in the next negotiation. If the Japanese enemy was mumbling, and you could understand, it would undoubtedly help you get a lot of information.

The point is, if you can understand, the Japanese enemy won't dare to blabber. He can't even curse.

On some occasions, he can also deceive the other party.

It seems that he was previously preparing to impersonate a Japanese spy. He doesn't need to speak very good Japanese.

Because of his character, he was trained in China since childhood, and his main task was to imitate the Chinese. Therefore, he was hardly taught Japanese. If he speaks Japanese too well, it will not fit his character.

'Did the team leader say whether we should take someone there first?'

'No.'

'So what does that mean?'

'It means we should try negotiating with the Japanese invaders. Change people. Or change something else. We've captured so many Japanese spies, and we've interrogated most of them. Keeping them locked up is not very useful. Except for Kumazo Takegawa, it's a waste of bullets to execute the rest. We should find a way to squeeze a little more value out of them.'

'Change something else?'

'That's what the team leader relayed.'

'Change money?'

'I don't know.'

Cao Mengqi shook his head. He wasn't good at thinking.

In fact, he didn't bother to think. He was still thinking about when he could go into battle and kill the enemy, and lead a company or battalion into a major battle with the Japanese invaders.

'Okay...'

Since his superior didn't say anything explicitly, Zhang Yong just made his own interpretation.

If he did the right thing, it was fine. If he did the wrong thing, Li Boqi would take the blame. Who told him to speak to him face-to-face and explain things clearly? Haha.

He took Cao Mengqi and the others to the Xinxing Hotel in Manchuria.

Since Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi had already been seen here before, they definitely couldn't show up this time.

They could only use Cao Mengqi's and Wei Yong's two teams. And Yang Zhi's team.

Three teams, which just so happened to be an action group. Fifty people. Barely enough.

The one responsible for scouting ahead was Cao Mengqi's team. Fifteen people or so. They entered the hotel first.

From a distance, they noticed multiple red dots appearing at the edges of the map.

Well, there are quite a few Japanese people here!

Kuroshima Ryuzo, he's up to no good. He's got a lot of swagger.

But!

I don't give a damn!

I've got a battalion of elite troops behind me! I'm not scared of you!

Just drive straight in.

Two Japanese ronin come up to intercept.

No guns. Just knives. Very arrogant. They're posing for a duel.

Cao Mengqi stops the car.

Several agents with Thompson submachine guns stand off against the Japanese ronin.

Zhang Yong sits quietly in the car. Not saying a word. Getting ready to sleep in.

Negotiations?

Not a chance. No point in negotiating.

It's the Japanese who have to negotiate anyway. Not the Fuxing Society.

Since you won't let us in, there'll be no negotiations. We'll just continue fighting. I'll continue arresting Japanese spies.

Sure enough, after a ten-minute standoff, the Japanese ronin retreated.

Wei Yong ordered his men to stand guard nearby. Blocking off the main roads. At the same time, arrangements were made for an evacuation route.

The convoy continued to advance. This time, the Japanese did not block the way.

Eventually, Zhang Yong arrives at the hotel entrance.

The map shows more than 30 small red dots. There are a lot of Japanese.

This Kuroshima Ryuzo really comes from a powerful family.

This is the second time Zhang Yong has encountered so many Japanese.

The first time was at the Japanese Consulate in Nanjing.

They get out of the car slowly.

Wei Yong carries a Thompson submachine gun and leads the way.

The atmosphere is undoubtedly tense.

Here, Zhang Yong encounters a Japanese man who vaguely looks familiar. Presumably, he could be Kishida Takeo.

The Japanese spy he killed before was called Fumio Kishida. This one in front of him might be Fumio Kishida's brother.

Hey, what a coincidence!

Kishida Takeshi stared at Zhang Yong's eyes, feeling like he was about to burst into flames.

At the same time, Zhang Yong saw a woman in the distance.

Yoshiko Kawashima? His mind flashed.

Yes, it must be her. She's here too.

This woman really did not hesitate to betray her country!

No.

She was a member of the puppet state of Manchukuo.

No one else considered themselves Chinese.

All they ever wanted was to become Japanese. They were obsessed.

What a show.

Apart from the Japanese, there were also many Manchukuo police.

Although they were called police, they were probably just the Manchukuo iron troops. They were the army of the puppet state.

Don't ever think that these people are your compatriots.

They don't consider the Chinese their compatriots.

When it comes to hunting down the heroes of the Anti-Japanese United Army, these traitors will do their utmost.

The next few years will be very difficult for the Anti-Japanese United Army.

It's a bit of a problem.

There are a lot of traitors in the restaurant.

Traitors are not marked on the map.

This means that if you force your way in, you could easily be ambushed by a traitor.

Damn it, those little devils!

What's the point of bringing in the Manchurian people? To let them lick the dog's ass?

His eyes wander.

Suddenly, he saw Kawashima Yoshiko staring at him.

Huh, this cunning and vicious woman. She probably hates him. She wants to burn him to ashes.

But!

She is just a dog.

As long as the Japanese are eliminated, she will not even be worth a dog.

No need to worry about her.

The key is that Kuroshima Ryuzo, how can he eliminate the other party?

He looked around.

Unfortunately, he didn't see Lin Xiaoyan.

In fact, he really wanted to see Lin Xiaoyan.

He wanted to brainwash her.

Just like he had brainwashed the nightingale.

First, he would bombard her with a bunch of confusing information. Then she would have to figure it out for herself.

Last time, when he talked to Lin Xiaoyan about the February 26th Incident, he wasn't sure if she had taken it to heart. Never mind. When the February 26th Incident actually happened, she would be even more impressed.

He looked up.

He looked at the upper floors of the hotel.

There should be Japanese snipers on the roof. He studied the map. Indeed.

There are four Japanese soldiers on the roof.

I assume there are also people from the puppet state of Manchukuo, apart from these four Japanese.

Damn it. Is this a negotiation?

This is a trap!

Fortunately, I have arranged a battalion nearby.

'You, stop!'

At this time, Takeo Kishida stepped forward.

Zhang Yong obediently stopped. He nodded. To show that he was very friendly.

He even managed to force a faint smile of flattery.

Kishida Takeo was instantly satisfied. He felt that the other party was intimidated by him.

So he walked over. He wanted to give Zhang Yong more of a show.

Zhang Yong also had a smile on his face. He waited for the other party to come closer.

In the end, the two were less than one metre apart.

Kishida Takeo had a smile of a victor on his face. His eyes were domineering.

Suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

'Pop!'

He had already received a slap in the face.