allonlinenovel Chapter 643 Invitation from the 8th Army
Chapter 643 Invitation from the 8th Army
The Russians' special envoy Peter Vladimirov (Chinese name: Sun Ping) paced anxiously in the room assigned to them. Tonight, they had learned that the Americans lived not far from them, and seemed to be waiting for more important figures to come and negotiate in person, which made the Russians feel very anxious.
Originally, the relationship between the United States and the Northwest was closer than the relationship between itself and the Northwest. Although Russia and the Northwest are of the same lineage and can be considered to be from the same sect, at this moment Russia still recognizes the Southwest's regime more in terms of country. As a result, Russia will be very passive in this negotiation.
Moreover, Germany has begun a frantic attack on the Russians. Its 550 million troops are extremely powerful, and their spearhead is heading straight for Moscow, which makes the Russians very worried.
Germany has already developed or used V1/V2 rockets. Although the accuracy of this long-range attack weapon is far from enough at present, it still has some deterrent effect on the battlefield.
If the German side could accurately control the landing point of rockets like the Eighth Route Army in Shanxi did when attacking the railway station occupied by the Japanese, the pressure on the Russian side would be even greater.
He also had a premonition that German spies might be in Taiyuan City. If Germany offered a higher price, the Russians would be in an absolutely passive position.
This situation made the Russian, who used the alias Sun Ping, particularly anxious.
The same scene was being played out in several places in Taiyuan City. Whether it was the agents from the southwest, the secret agents sent by Old Yan, or the spies left behind by the Japanese in this city, they were all paying close attention to the development of the situation.
As the head of the Japanese Special High Section in North China, Fumura Shimura recently changed his name and became a Chinese businessman to sneak into the city of Taiyuan. Now, as the core town of the Eighth Route Army's North China battlefield, Taiyuan City is the object of his personal attention.
Its business capabilities were extremely strong, and in just half a month, it restored the basic operation of the Japanese intelligence system in Taiyuan City. At the same time, it also paid close attention to the negotiations and confrontations between the Eighth Route Army and various forces.
Fumio Shimura hid in a house not far from the Eighth Route Army's Taiyuan Command. He was well aware of the fact that it is always dark under the lamp, and he believed that his choice was absolutely reliable.
But all this was broken early this morning. Fumio Shimura was awakened by a crisp knock on the door. The knock was not in the rhythm agreed upon in advance, which meant that the person coming was not a Japanese spy. This made Fumio Shimura instantly alert.
He quickly put on his Chinese robe, put his pistol in place, rubbed his face with a slightly impatient look, and said in fluent Chinese: "Who is it? It's so early in the morning, can't I sleep?"
There was a slight northern accent in his speech. If it weren't for his short stature, he would have been mistaken for a pure northern man.
The person who came did not answer, but continued to knock on the door at a steady and crisp rhythm.
Fumio Shimura put his right hand behind his back to hold the gun handle, and used his left hand to open the door. He was a little stunned when the door opened. An Eighth Route Army soldier with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a mighty look was standing at his door, which immediately startled him.
"Military, what can I do for you?"
Fumio Shimura's name, which means "when in Rome, in Rome," was very appropriate. He thought that he did not have any flaws. This was actually more than once or twice when he had been questioned by the Eighth Route Army. When he first entered the city, special soldiers came to register and asked if there was anything they could help with. So he was not that nervous.
However, the next words said by the Eighth Route Army soldier made its hair stand on end and cold sweat ran down its forehead.
"Mr. Shimura, I am here on behalf of the Chief of Staff of the Eighth Route Army in Shanxi to invite you to attend the prisoner exchange ceremony between us and your army tomorrow. Here is the invitation, please check it."
As he spoke, the Eighth Route Army soldier handed an invitation made of red paper to Shimura Fumio.
Shimura Fumio was terrified and even felt his heart was broken. He thought he had behaved very properly while sneaking in and had not revealed any flaws at all. Just when he was still feeling somewhat complacent, a piece of thin paper taken out by an ordinary soldier of the Eighth Route Army in Shanxi shattered his psychological defenses on the spot.
The Eighth Route Army soldier handed over the invitation with both hands, glanced down at Shimura Fumio's hand on the right side of his waist, but pretended he saw nothing and looked normal.
All the actions of this soldier fell into Shimura Fumio's eyes. For a moment, he really wanted to draw the pistol from his waist and rush out on the spot.
But its reason told it that all this was in vain. Since the other party dared to arrange only one soldier to deliver the invitation to itself, the head of the North China Special High Section of the Locust Army, and even called out its name, it meant that the other party did not take it seriously at all and had made very strict arrangements.
If I try to force my way out, the best outcome would be that I would be shot to pieces by the Eighth Route Army soldiers lying in ambush nearby. The worst outcome would be that I would be captured alive and face lengthy interrogation and torture.
Thinking of this, Fumio Shimura finally gave up struggling. He took his right hand away from his waist and took the invitation handed over by the Eighth Route Army soldier with both hands.
A thin piece of red paper felt as heavy as a mountain in Shimura Fumio's hand.
"Well, since Mr. Shimura has accepted the invitation, my work is done. By the way, Mr. Shimura, I have to remind you that we in the Eighth Route Army do not call you "Jun Ye". If you do so, I'm afraid I will be criticized.
The emperor is gone, and warlords and imperial invaders like you are our targets, so no one can be the master anymore."
This soldier not only completed the task of delivering the invitations, but also reprimanded Shimura Fumio, expressing his strong disapproval of his behavior.
After hearing these words, Fumio Shimura's face turned pale and blue. The action of the Eighth Route Army soldier just now was like a slap in the face. Although it was silent, it was painful enough.
Fumio Shimura put away the invitation in front of the Eighth Route Army soldier and said seriously: "Please go back and tell your chief of staff that I will definitely attend on behalf of the Locust Army."
"Okay, then we look forward to your arrival. We will arrange someone to pick you up then."
After saying this, the soldier turned around quickly and without any hesitation.
Fumura Shimura felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown on the street of Taiyuan City. His carefully designed concealment and disguise were like paper in front of the Eighth Route Army and fell apart at the slightest poke. Moreover, he was completely exposed to the Eighth Route Army, with no room to hide at all.
Faced with such a big fish as himself, the Eighth Route Army not only did not arrest him immediately, but also openly sent him invitations, inviting him to watch the locust army's prisoner exchange ceremony. This is a great shame.
For this Japanese intelligence officer, this was tantamount to slapping himself several times in front of the whole world.
After working in intelligence for so many years, this was the first time that Fumio Shimura felt frightened. It was also the first time that he had the urge to escape, but he didn't dare to do so. He knew that there were countless eyes staring at him, leaving him no room to escape.
Even when he is eating, drinking, defecating or urinating, there must be countless eyes staring at him. For an intelligence chief, this is the greatest despair.