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July 11, 1928. Hiroshima, Japan.

The sky that had been clear was now gray. There was no wind, and the heavy, warm air seemed to evaporate from the ground.

Kengoro opened all the doors and windows, and knelt in his rented room. I've been fiddling with a handful of ribs. This dagger-like knife was given to him by Baron Kanemitsu Hetoki, the head of the Liver Fu family, when he left for Hiroshima.

"Kengoro, remember your oath and either win glory for the liver family like a hero, or ...... like a man"

Kanemitsu didn't say anything, but just asked his entourage to teach Kengoro all the etiquette and procedures of samurai seppuku and then sent him on his way.

Kengoro fiddled with the knife for a while, rehearsed the standard movements of the so-called samurai seppuku, and finally leaned in to smell the knife. I closed my eyes again and imagined the seeping sensation of the knife cutting through my belly, and finally sighed softly.

The entrance exam to the Etajima Naval Academy ended more than ten days ago, and on the day after the exam, Kengoro felt good about himself. In fact, he is very smart, and when he was in school in China, he always came out on top in every exam. Otherwise, you wouldn't boast about that kind of Haikou? It's just that when the list is released, Kengoro's fat little liver always trembles. This feeling seems to be similar to the legendary real seppuku, isn't it some bad omen? Kengoro unconsciously wrinkled his eyebrows, this feeling had been hanging over him for two or three days, and the closer the day of the release of the list, the more obvious this feeling became...... I can't figure it out, I'm going to capsize in the gutter.

And today is actually the day when the results of the 60th entrance examination of the Navy are released, and Ryuichi Itaya, a candidate from Saga Prefecture who lives in the same house with him, has already gone to the Shudo High School to read the report card. But Kengoro didn't dare to look at it, for fear that there would be some accident, would he really have to cut his stomach at that time? But if you have a seppuku, who will the Korean nation entrust to? By the so-called "big guys" of the Independence Army? Really, those "big guys" don't have any sense of responsibility at all, and they ignore them after sending them to Japan, so they should steal the exam papers for their own reference

Just when Kengoro was thinking wildly, a sudden rush of footsteps came from outside the door.

"Kengoro, I'm back" It turned out that the candidate named Ryuichi Itaya rushed in. Looking at the excited face that was already laughing, you knew that this guy did well in the exam.

"Oh, congratulations." Kengoro looked up at the other party and said lightly.

"Hey, you...... Holding a knife and stripping off his shirt, this is ...... Do you want to seppuku? Ryuichi Itaya put down the two report cards in his hand and looked at Kengoro with a smile.

"Nonsense, how can I seppuku, there are still many important things waiting for me to do" Kengoro glanced at Itaya, and hurriedly put away the knife that made people tremble when they looked at it.

"Oh, that's good." Itaya Ryuichi suddenly knelt down solemnly and sat down opposite Kengoro, and nodded heavily: "Then we will serve His Majesty the Emperor together in the future, congratulations, you are the ninth place in the 60th hammock number of our navy, we will be classmates in the future, please take care of me." ”

I was admitted and I was really admitted...... Kengoro Liver Fu nodded stiffly and let out a long breath. This school, which is known as the most difficult school in Japan, finally failed to stop him Kim Sung-joo (Kengoro Liver Fu). His spy career looks like he's getting a good one. Satsuma is the adopted son of Baron Kanemitsu, the ninth in the 60th session of the Etajima Naval Academy, with this background and the "hammock", he should be able to enter the core department of the Japanese Navy in a maximum of ten years......

Luo Yaoguo, who was far away in Wuhan, could never have imagined that because of his butterfly effect, the North Korean people would have one less fatherly leader, but there would be one more great agent in the history of world intelligence -- Kengoro Hetofu.

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In the past few days, the weather in Wuhan has also been extremely hot, and there is no wind even on the edge of East Lake, which is relatively cool on weekdays. Even the great willow trees were just as listless in this furnace-like weather, the willow branches dangling lifelessly, and only the trees squeaked endlessly. The caller was slightly upset. It was only at dusk that the feeling of heat gradually dissipated.

Luo Yaoguo didn't go to the military committee for the whole day today, but stayed in his study. Undressed in a wide robe, lying on a bamboo couch with his belly and half on his belly, he held a stack of documents sent by the Military Intelligence Bureau in his hand, and looked at them carefully. His personal assistant, Qu Ying, stood aside, holding a fan, quietly fanning him.

Today, this little beauty is wearing a sleeveless silk cheongsam, revealing two slender jade arms, a black hair tied into a lazy beauty bun, and a green hosta is obliquely inserted, lining the beautiful and prosperous, and the figure is also a little slim. It's just that the pretty face of the beauty is like a flower, but there are some tears that have not been wiped off. It looks even more lovely.

This little beauty is a little stupid, I guess she didn't get in, right? Luo Yaoguo looked at the content of the resolution of the Sixth Congress of China's GCD on the document, but his mind flew to the beauty beside him. The day before yesterday, Lu Xiaobei had already received the admission notice from the Sino-German United Polytechnic University, and yesterday she happily took her son and Xiao Zhebzundamba to Lushan for summer vacation, and even the tight Polish beauty Natalie, who was afraid of heat, also went with her. And Siye Yiyao is in Beijing again, and her second aunt Taima Jiaoli went to Hong Kong to cook real estate again, and she hasn't come back yet...... It looks like it's time to eat Qu Ying's girl tonight, and by the way, comfort her wounded heart.

After thinking about tonight's entertainment program, Luo Yaoguo's mind returned to the document in his hand. There are two most important resolutions of the Sixth National Congress of the Central Committee and the G, one is the disarmament and reorganization of the Red Army, and the regular army should be reduced to 120,000 people, and there is also a "production and construction corps" of Laoshizi, which sounds like the Tuntian soldiers, and the strength of the Red Army is as many as 100,000 troops, and all the Red officers and men who have been laid off in this reorganization will be assigned to this "construction corps."

Another important resolution is the establishment of a "special socialist economic zone", and Deng Xixian, former secretary general of the Central Committee of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, will serve as the party secretary of the special zone. This seems to be a bit interesting, the term "special zone" Luo Yaoguo was like thunder in his previous life, but he didn't expect that this life only appeared in advance in 1928, almost 50 years earlier, and the direction of the development of this special zone seems to be exactly the opposite of another time and space. The report said that the special zone would be built in accordance with the most advanced socio-economic system of the Soviet Union in the world. Implement a planned economy and ownership of the means of production by the whole people...... The key investment projects of the Special Economic Zone include the Hongxing Iron and Steel Plant, the Hongqi Arsenal, the Hongzhang Thermal Power Plant and so on. Oh, it seems that there is also a Komsomol aircraft factory, and it seems that the determination of China and G to develop a modern military industry is still very great, no wonder Qu Ying, a stupid girl, will also go to the Department of Aeronautical Engineering. Thinking of Qu Ying, Luo Yaoguo no longer had the heart to care about the special economic zone of China G, threw down the documents in his hand, and jumped up from the bamboo couch.

"Xiao Ying."

"Yes." Qu Ying came over very obediently. A hint of crimson flashed on the delicate and delicate pretty face, as if he already knew that the big pervert in front of him was finally going to mouth.

Luo Yaoguo smiled slightly and nodded at Qu Ying. casually copied the slender little waist, hugged the beauty and went straight to the direction of the bathroom......

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Just when someone in Wuhan was intoxicated with the gentle countryside and enjoying the graceful and enchanting body of Qu Xiaomei. Liu Wenhui, a famous general in central Sichuan who has been comfortable in Ya'an City for a long time, has already led his Chinese workers' and peasants' ** army on the road to the westward expedition to the snowy region.

Liu Wenhui's current army still has 30,000 left, and the rest have been scattered in the past three years. After all, the current Sichuan economy is prosperous, the society is stable, and the people are gradually becoming richer. It is much easier to earn a little money to support the family than in the past ten years. In this case, it is not surprising that the soldiers who are willing to continue to work for the Liu family have shrunk significantly.

These 30,000 troops are now also learning from Wang Zhongyi of the year, and raising the red flag of the nondescript "workers' and peasants' ** army". Like a giant dragon rolling forward, infantry, cavalry, baggage soldiers, mountain artillery drawn by eight large mules, and temporarily hired men drove pack horses and carts into the mountains and mountains of the Chuankang region. It's just that the morale of the entire army doesn't seem to be high, and almost all the officers and men look back step by step, reluctantly looking at the mountains and rivers of their hometown Sichuan, with some tears in their eyes.

There are about 1,000 kilometers of mountain roads from Ya'an on the Sichuan side to Qamdo, the eastern gate of Tibet, and the standard speed of infantry walking is only 24 kilometers a day. Therefore, the journey took about fifty days, and the army set out on the first day of July and arrived in Qamdo in late August. It is estimated that Lhasa should have known the news a long time ago and sent a large army to wait for it, right? But the Tibetan army seems to be vulnerable

Liu Wenhui glanced at his army, which was a little demoralized, and the corners of his mouth still showed a confident smile, his army had been in Sichuan for three years, and he had fought more than one battle with the Tibetan Tusi army here. In particular, after the Kuomintang announced that it would train the government in the Kawabe, it began to forcibly confiscate the weapons and ammunition secretly stored by the Tusi and disband their private armed forces. For this incident, many Tibetan and Yi Tusi rebelled, and Liu Wenhui's army was also ordered to participate in many military operations to suppress the rebellion. Every time it was an easy victory, those Tibetan soldiers were completely vulnerable, and the battle was completely disorganized, and the marching formation was like child's play. However, these Tusi of the river often participate in all kinds of fires and do the same, and those Tibetan troops who have never seen the world in the mountains are afraid that they are even more unbearable, right? And this battle, Luo Yaoguo seems to have arranged an internal response in Tibet, maybe it's just walking......

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At the same time that Liu Wenhui's army was marching all the way west, the internal response arranged by Luo Yaoguo had already begun their calculations in full swing at this time.

The wind and clouds seem to be converging over this snowy plateau, getting denser and more urgent.

In a noble manor on the banks of the Lhasa River near Lhasa, Tibet, during this time, in the dark night, the Tibetan mastiffs guarding the door often barked fiercely and urgently, and there was no time to stop. At this time, there are always some figures sneaking into this manor that belongs to the great nobleman Maggie. The serfs who were woken up, but none of them dared to open the door and look, for fear of knowing something that should not be known, and being skinned and cramped by the ruthless Maggie

On that night, a few men also came galloping on horseback, and slipped through the side door of the manor, which was already open. Judging by the dress of these people, it seems that they are all young masters of aristocratic families, and they should be the same as the young master Maggie, they are all low-level officers in the Tibetan army.

As soon as the dim light of the ghee lamp flickered, several people entered the courtyard. Quietly walked into the hall, and the curtain was lifted. And he saw that it was full of people. Sitting or standing, their eyes are red. On the table, there were piles of all kinds of weapons, old and new. There are barge guns with a blue-blue sheen, long Min 13 rifles, ugly Min 13 submachine guns, and more old Hanyang-made sleeve rifles and British Lee Enfeld, as well as polished Tibetan knives and bullets of various calibers rolling around. Several young people of the same age as Maggie Dorjee were discussing something anxiously and quickly around the oil lamp. Maggie Dorjee sat in the middle of them, and when he heard the door knocking, he turned his head and looked, and when he saw someone coming, he got up to meet him.

"Hehe, it turned out to be my good brother Luosang Zhuonan, finally figured it out, is he going to do a big career with us?" Maggie Renji hugged the young man in the lead warmly, and then pulled him to another person who was sitting in the corner of the room, hidden in the dark: "Brother Yaozu, let me introduce you to this is my cousin Losang Chonan, who is also the elder brother of the adopted son of the Fugong, Losang Chokyi (Jebtsundamba IX). ”

The man slowly got up, and the dim glow of the butter lamp shone on his face, showing that it was an angular and rather heroic face, especially the pair of deeply sunken, eagle-sharp eyes that gave people a fierce and fierce feeling.

"In Xia Huanghui, he is Brother Maggie's apprentice. This time, he was ordered to go to Tibet to assist Brother Maggie in his work. The man replied coldly.

It turned out that this person was also a graduate of the Central Military Academy of the Kuomintang, named Huang Hui, the word Yaozu, and a native of Hunan. He graduated from the third phase of the Huangpu Infantry Section, and his current military rank is major, serving in the newly established Special Forces Command of the National ** Army. He was a member of the fledgling special forces of the Kuomintang Army. This time, he led a small team to secretly infiltrate Tibet under the arrangement of Maggie's father and son. The task is to break into Norbulingka, the summer palace of the D Lai Lama, and to control the 13th D Lai Lama, and it is not very reliable to hand over the matter to the Tibetan army or the lamas of the Danji Monastery. After all, Lai is an offending deity in their minds. Well, theoretically so, in fact, there are more than one or two Lai Lamas who died in vain.

"It turned out to be Brother Huang, and the younger brother has been looking up for a long time." Luosang Zhuonan clenched his fists and spoke fluent Chinese.

After a period of pleasantries, the topic returned to the promising career of seeking a dynasty and usurping the throne.

Maggie Dorjee tapped the table lightly with his fingers and said with a smile: "Today's Tibet is like a pool of stagnant water, the Buddha is already old and deaf, and all matters are decided by the gods and men, which is completely ridiculous and ridiculous, and the world outside the mountain is already changing with each passing day, and young people like us can do a career outside, can we, as the great nobles of Tibet, only spend the rest of our lives doing nothing?" ”

"No, we have to do something earth-shattering," the voice came from someone else, almost gritting his back molars.

This statement provoked a whisper of gritted teeth in the room. Most of these people were the concubines of the great Tibetan nobles, who were not qualified to inherit the family business, and they were unwilling to become lamas, so they lived in the immortal Tibetan army. Many of them had studied for a few days in schools for the children of the nobility run by the British, so they knew some things outside, and their horizons were broad, and their ambitions were naturally greater

On the same night, in another palatial living room of the Manor House belonging to the Maggie, another conspiracy was also staged.

More than a dozen dim butter lamps were brought together, illuminating the room as bright as day. The great nobleman Maggie Rinji was sitting in relative silence with a high-ranking monk dressed as a lama. This lama was dark and fat, with a pair of small eyes embedded in his face like a lump of flesh, but at this time he was shining with essence, and he did not look like an ordinary person.

"Living Buddha, please look, this is the telegram I just received." Mai Qi Renji respectfully copied a telegram and handed it to the lama with both hands: "The army of the Han people in Sichuan has moved, and it will reach Qamdo by the end of August at the latest. Lai Lama estimates that news will come by the end of this month. ”

The lama stood up from behind the desk, hurriedly reached out and took the telegram from Maggie Renci's hand, and read it carefully. There was also a faint look of eagerness and anticipation in his eyes.

"Living Buddha, as soon as the 30,000 army of the Han people came out, I believe that Yixi Wangdan Lama and Qiangpa. Tuden Chuchen's gang will definitely not be able to sit still. When the time comes, they will definitely send Lord Wipe Rong to lead the troops to Qamdo to deploy defenses. We will try to get rid of him in the middle of the road, and then we will take the army back to the division, besiege the Norbulingka Palace, control the D-Lai Lama, and make you regent. Restore the Hutuketu title of the Danjilin lineage. After Mai Qiren finished speaking, he bowed deeply to the black fat lama in front of him respectfully. His face was full of flattering smiles.