Taiyuan.

Inside the headquarters of the 1st Army.

Yoshio Shinozuka sat behind the square table and looked at the newspaper on the table with interest.

It's a very poorly printed little newspaper.

Poor ink, coarse single-layer pulp, indicate that this is printed from a handicraft workshop. The information in the newspaper is only a simple picture and a typeset.

The picture is a man in the uniform of the Eighth Route Army holding a shell gun and standing solemnly, but unfortunately the inferior printing makes it impossible to distinguish his appearance, but it can be vaguely seen that this person's rough facial features, as well as the sharpness that belongs to the soldiers.

As for the text, Yoshio Shinozuka doesn't know kanji, but it doesn't matter, there is also a complete and beautiful Japanese translation on the side of the table, translating the words on the newspaper into kanji one by one.

"Zhang Dabiao..."

"Special Forces..."

"I see, Ikeda-kun was originally killed by this person..."

Yoshio Shinozuka narrowed his eyes, but there was no obvious anger on his expression.

For him, who was in charge of the tens of thousands of troops of the First Army in Shanxi, the death of a jade fragment and the death of hundreds of warriors of the second-line division of the empire in Yangquan were not enough to arouse his uncontrollable anger.

However, this news made him take a look at the Eighth Route Army, which he had always called the Huazi Army:

"It seems that there are still some talents in the Eighth Route Army, and there are people who understand the concept of special operations."

Talking to himself, Yoshio Shinozuka thought for a while and said to the staff officer across the table:

"Go and call Yamamoto Daisa to come to me!"

"Hi" the staff officer quickly left.

Soon, Kazuki Yamamoto, who had always had a straight face, walked into the headquarters of Yoshio Shinozuka in a devil military uniform and a katana at his waist.

"Yamamoto-kun, look, this is a newspaper that has recently appeared in Taiyuan and the entire North China region."

Yoshio Shinozuka handed the original newspaper in his hand to Kazuki Yamamoto.

Kazuki Yamamoto still had a straight face, took the newspaper and looked at it expressionlessly, but when he saw that his serious face was obviously no longer able to hold back, he showed obvious anger:

"General, it has been less than two months since our special team came from the mainland to Shanxi, and in such a short period of time, the Eighth Route Army actually mastered the detailed information of our special team, and even launched a precise revenge against my previous military operations, attacking and killing the leader of my special team from a distance."

"Combined with previously seized information."

"In such an incident, there must be forces within the imperial army involved."

"Yamamoto-kun."

Yoshio Shinozuka glanced at his beloved general, shook his head and said helplessly:

"I know you have a problem with me stopping the investigation of the First Army Staff"

"However, the investigation, which lasted for more than 10 days, did not find any evidence to prove that anyone in the staff of the First Army was involved in this matter, but on the contrary, people were panicked, and even the headquarters of the North China Front Army was alarmed, and His Excellency the Commander strictly ordered me to stop this kind of behavior that undermined the morale of the First Army."

"The dozen or so captured originals I handed over to the headquarters are also suspected to have been deliberately left behind by the Eighth Route Army to undermine the internal stability of our imperial army."

"Unless there is strong evidence, my investigation must be stopped."

"Hey!"

Hearing this, Yamamoto Kazuki also had a flash in his eyes, and lowered his head in response.

Seeing that Yamamoto was soft, Yoshio Shinozuka nodded and continued:

"Domestically, the investigation into the cause of the leak of Ikeda's itinerary and personal information has also been hampered, with the local Admiral Shigeru Honjo blocking the investigation."

Yoshio Shinozuka was only a lieutenant general, and in the strict hierarchical system of the Japanese army, it stands to reason that junior officers must maintain absolute respect for their superiors. But when he talked about this Honjo general, he didn't have the slightest respect, but his tone was full of disdain.

"Honjo Shigeru!"

Kazuki Yamamoto didn't even add the suffix of the general, and called him by his name: "Why does he obstruct our investigation?" ”

"I don't know..."

Yoshio Shinozuka shook his head and turned over the topic: "What do you think of this so-called Eighth Route Army special forces?" ”

"Humph!"

Hearing this topic, Yamamoto suddenly snorted coldly, and his tone was full of disdain: "It's just a group of stupid farmers who don't know where they heard the concept of special forces, and then self-righteously formed special forces." ”

"To use one of their words, it's to sit in a well and watch the sky!"

"If it were my special forces and carried out a sabotage attack behind enemy lines under the same circumstances, I could cause at least dozens of times more damage to them, and even cause a great panic in the rear."

"It's not like this bunch of guys who can't tell if it's a farmer or an army, and they only know how to attack a military station."

After speaking, Yamamoto's face was full of disdain.

Special forces should be dispatched with strategic objectives, even if they attack behind enemy lines, they should destroy important hubs such as railway stations, not attack the military stations of a town in an occupied area for a few tons of medicine.

This is a complete insult to the name Special Forces.

It's ridiculous.

"But Yamamoto-kun."

Yoshio Shinozuka looked at Kazuki Yamamoto and said in a serious tone:

"According to the recent reports of the garrisons in various cities, since the news appeared, there has been a marked increase in the number of guerrilla attacks on the Imperial Army, and there has been a noticeable increase in the resistance of those in the occupied areas."

"Although the resistance has weakened after the suppression of the garrisons in various places, it is still much larger than before, and there are even many people who have left to join the Eighth Route Army, from this point of view."

"I have to admit that this group of dirt and eight roads was very successful in propaganda, although in fact the losses caused to the imperial army were minimal."

At the end of his speech, Yoshio Shinozuka's tone became sarcastic again.

Although this old devil is serious about this matter, in the bottom of his heart, he still looks down on the Eighth Route Army, which he has always regarded as a flower child.

What can a group of troops who can't even meet the needs of weapons and ammunition do? How big a splash can it make?

"General, do you want me to deal with this so-called independent regiment special forces?"

Yamamoto regained his stereotyped, serious face.

"Yes!"

Yoshio Shinozuka nodded, and his tone was indifferent: "Find this guy, tear him up, and cut off his head." Since they plan to erect a hero, then I will kill this hero! ”

"Hey! Checkmate! ”

Kazuki Yamamoto raised his head and said in a proud tone:

"Although this kind of operation is a bit overkill for my special team, since it is a request of the general, and I have not had any combat missions recently, then I will regard it as a routine training for the special team."

"I've already sent someone to retrieve the information of Zhang Dabiao of this independent regiment, it should be almost there."

Yoshio Shinozuka smiled, satisfied with Yamamoto Kazuki's answer.

As for the arrogant attitude shown by Yamamoto, he doesn't care, after all, this person is really capable, and for people who have ability, Yoshio Shinozuka has always been very generous.

"You'd better bring this man's head here!"

Yoshio Shinozuka's eyes flashed.

This group of Hanako dared to play a propaganda war with the Imperial Army of Japan! Then I will hang the head of the 'hero' you advertised at the gate of Taiyuan City, so that those who dare to resist can see the end of the resistance.

When the time comes, who else will dare to resist?

"It's easy!"

Yamamoto's tone was still arrogant, as if this was going to the orchard to pick a fruit.

"General!"

Outside, the staff officer in charge of intelligence gathering walked in with a folder:

"You asked for detailed information about Zhang Dabiao of the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army, but I asked the intelligence department and the special high-tech department, but I didn't find any information about this person, I only know that this person is a person from the former Northwest Army, and he is currently serving as a battalion commander in the Independent Regiment."

"Yaga!"

Yoshio Shinozuka frowned, and his tone was stern: "Immediately instruct the intelligence department to investigate quickly!" ”

If you can't find a specific target, how do you kill this person?

"Hey, General!" The staff officer bowed his head in response.

"Wait."

Yoshio Shinozuka suddenly called out the staff officer who was about to leave and asked, "This person is just the battalion commander, so who is the commander of this independent regiment?" ”

"The head of the independent regiment is called Li Yunlong, general!"

The staff officer bowed his head in fear: "We haven't found the details of this person either!" ”

The fact that the commander of a regular regiment of the Eighth Route Army did not establish a detailed information file was a serious dereliction of duty on the part of the intelligence department.

"Li Yunlong!"

Yoshio Shinozuka stood up abruptly: "Sakata Daisa also died at the hands of this person." ”

"That Li Yunlong who defeated the Bantian United in Cangyun Ridge head-on?"

Kazuki Yamamoto on the side was equally surprised.

"Hey, that's it! Intelligence services are already working hard to investigate the details of this person. ”

The staff officer hurriedly responded.

"Order the intelligence services to find this person's information at all costs."

Yoshio Shinozuka's eyes were full of murderous aura, and his face was distorted: "Yamamoto-kun, you are in charge of investigating this independent regiment Li Yunlong, you must cut off this person's head!" ”

Li Yunlong.

He remembered this man too well.

The elite infantry wing of the 5th Division of the North China Front was routed from the front by the troops led by this man, and even the commander of the wing, Nobuyoshi Sakata, was killed. This incident was once reduced to the laughing stock of the entire Chinese dispatch army.

The elite infantry wing of the dignified permanent division was defeated by the Eighth Route Army of the Hanako Army.

At one time, the news reached the base camp and the ears of the emperor. So much so that the North China Front suffered a big loss in the distribution of weapons and materials.

This is the North China Front, and it is also a great shame for the First Army.

The shame must be washed away by donating blood.

Yoshio Shinozuka has a murderous intent towards Li Yunlong, and he can't wait to dissect his heart and bones.

"Hey!"

Yamamoto's tone was still proud, and his eyes were full of disdain.

A wing of the dignified permanent division was actually routed head-on by a peasant unit like the Eighth Route Army, and even the wing commander was killed. Sure enough, as I thought, most of the so-called army officers in the Imperial Army were rubbish.

Yamamoto, the old devil, has always looked down on other army officers.

He paused, and said proudly:

"General, it won't be long before I will send Li Yunlong's head to you."

"Very well, I'll wait for your news again."

Yoshio Shinozuka nodded: "I will order all departments of the First Army and the intelligence department to fully cooperate with you, once the investigation of this person's location, Yamamoto-kun's special team can be dispatched immediately!" ”