Age of Conquest Reborn

Being able to sit on the throne of the king of a country, being able to command the proud and unruly Japanese army with the following traditions of subjugation, and being able to incite more than 100 million Japanese people into confusion, forgetting how much they weigh.

, clamoring to conquer the world, Emperor Hirohito naturally has his own unique way. Of course, there are elements of his father, the legacy of the previous generation of emperors, but Hirohito’s own head is by no means empty, and his methods are not bad. (.)

Hirohito saw something different from the essence of this intelligence. This kind of thing relies on understanding, the person himself is cunning, and a little bit of the vision and height of a king. It is not those who have their heads buried all day long.

The experts in the intelligence community are comparable.

Hirohito almost groaned. He came to the conclusion, "The Americans will definitely join forces with Tang Qiuli." Looking at the frightened eyes of Lieutenant General Taro Nakamura, director of the Military Intelligence Bureau of the General Staff Headquarters at the base camp, Hirohito sighed and recovered.

With a normal expression, he said: "Nakamura

Dear Sir, this analysis data of your intelligence agency is very well done and very detailed. It can provide a valuable reference for the imperial troops fighting on the front line. However, your conclusion is wrong. The Americans will not hesitate to

No matter the price, we must reach an agreement with Tang Qiuli."

Taro Nakamura almost collapsed, "My Emperor, can you not do such a scary thing? I thought you were going to die?" Hearing Hirohito praise the work of his department, Nakamura felt happy.

Evaluating that his department's intelligence conclusion was wrong, Nakamura was shocked again and asked almost subconsciously: "Your Majesty, please forgive me for being stupid, but I don't quite understand?"

Hirohito couldn't help but want to curse "pig head!" But he knew that the frightened lieutenant general in front of him had confused logical thinking and was in extreme panic. If he scolded him again, this guy might commit suicide by caesarean section when he went back.

, that’s all, for the sake of bringing something of value to him like a monkey offering treasure, give him a few words.

Hirohito's face became softer and softer, and he said: "Nakamura Aiki, as the head of the Imperial Army's intelligence department, you know more about the Commander-in-Chief of the US Army, MacArthur, than anyone else. With the character of this American, he does not hesitate to

What does it mean to sacrifice the lives of thirty-eight of our own soldiers and bear the blow to the reputation and dignity of the US military to please the Chinese devil Tang Qiuli?"

For this reason, even a lumpy head should be enlightened. Nakamura was as if enlightened. He swallowed, bowed deeply, and said in reverence like a god: "Your Majesty is wise and wise. I am impressed by you.

"I've learned a lesson, and I'll go back and do it all over again," Hirohito laughed. In any case, being worshiped by one's subordinates is a very good feeling.

Hirohito shook his head and said: "That's not necessary. Although the conclusion is wrong, the other analysis is accurate and does not need to be changed. You can step back." Looking at Nakamura's back, disappearing from his eyes, he frowned again

Wrinkled.

Like Lieutenant General Taro Nakamura in the mist, he had an extremely complicated feeling that he had received His Majesty's approval but had also made a fatal mistake. He admired Emperor Hirohito's thoughtfulness and was even more impressed by His Majesty's methods.

He came to an astonishing conclusion that no ordinary person could achieve, at least a demigod. He did not see Emperor Hirohito's worried eyes.

Other Japanese commanders may not pay much attention to the intelligence analysis of the frontline Japanese troops issued by the Intelligence Bureau of the Japanese Army General Staff Headquarters. However, General Ito Genzaburo, the commander-in-chief of Japan’s Southeast Asia Expeditionary Force, is definitely interested. In central Myanmar

The stalemate in the Libo area made Ito, who had always hoped for a quick solution to the Myanmar issue, very uncomfortable.

The ** Division troops neither attacked nor retreated. They always maintained pressure on the Japanese troops on the front line of Mandalay. This was not the problem that worried Ito the most. With the natural barrier of the Ribo Grand Canyon, the ** Division

If we want to attack, we will pay an unbearable price. What makes Ito most uneasy is the two main corps of the Japanese Army Division that are slowly pushing towards the Mandalay line from the east of Indochina.

Although Ito worked hard to regain his strength, it took time. By early September, the Southeast Asian Expeditionary Force had only recovered to two-thirds of its heyday strength. At this rate, it would only be late October before it could reach its original level of survival. Here,

During this period, Ito's troops could never withstand the two-sided attack from the ** division troops.

The dullness of the front, and the premonition of the approaching danger, kept Japan's sharp sword in Southeast Asia awake all night, thinking hard about the solution. There was only one way to deal with the Japanese division troops approaching from the north and east.

, concentrate troops and equipment, destroy one route, and then fight the other route, but this is a big problem.

Leaving the Libao Grand Canyon defense line and taking the initiative to attack the ** division troops on the front line of Mogok? Ito thought that he was not crazy. Maybe Tang Qiuli, the Chinese devil, was waiting for him to leave the dangerous terrain and take the initiative to attack. What the two sides were competing for was

Be patient. If you can't bear it first and take action first, you will fall into the trap of the other party.

First deal with the ** division troops coming from the east? Perhaps, this is the result that Tang Qiuli hoped for, weakening the defense force on the front of the Libao Grand Canyon. The ** division troops on the front line of Mogok will take the opportunity to attack. When the time comes,

It would be too late for our own troops to urgently call back. If they were entangled by the ** division troops coming from the east, they would be attacked from both front and rear.

It is more likely that the ** division troops coming from the east are Tang Qiuli's suspects, just to weaken the strength of the imperial army's Libao defense line and to take advantage of the opportunity to attack. This is not possible, and that is not appropriate either. It is a dilemma.

It almost drove Ito crazy, let alone standing still. The ** division troops coming from the east of Indochina Peninsula were actually two corps, and there were hundreds of thousands of people facing each other face to face.

This kind of pressure was tangible and heavy. Ito still had one question. He still couldn't figure it out. Since Tang Qiuli formed a strategic encirclement against him from two directions, why didn't he attack immediately? What was he waiting for? What bigger conspiracy was there?

Could it be that he was waiting for his troops to be replenished in an attempt to eliminate more troops of the imperial army?

It was a mess. Ito's mind was full of these messy problems all day long. One thing, he clearly realized that if he did not break this deadlock, he would wait for the ** division troops to complete their strategic deployment and gradually reduce the mobility of the imperial army.

Space is a fatal danger to myself and the Southeast Asian dispatched troops, a danger of being slowly suffocated until painful death.

This intelligence analysis from the Intelligence Bureau of the General Staff Headquarters at the base camp made Ito's eyes light up. He was especially interested in the analysis of Tang Qiuli's character. The duel between the coaches was no longer the level of ordinary soldiers fighting face to face.

In a battle of wits, Ito thought that he had enough brain power and even had some room to spare, so he took a series of actions targeting Tang Qiuli's character weaknesses.

It can not only break the current deadlock, but also anger Tang Qiuli, causing him to make fatal mistakes, giving himself a chance to win. Ito's head is indeed spinning fast enough. He also has the same worries and worries as Emperor Hirohito. Once Tang Qiuli

Qiu Li reached an agreement with the Americans, and Chen Bing and the Americans in Luzon stabbed him in the back.

Thinking about it, Ito breaks into a cold sweat. Although Ito sneers at the combat effectiveness of the US military, in such a passive situation of fighting on two, no, three sides, Ito even has three heads and six arms. No matter how brave and brave the soldiers of the Imperial Japanese Empire are in Southeast Asia,

The fate of the dispatched army is that the whole army will be annihilated, or all of them will be shattered, and the result will be an ugly death.

Only a strange move can stir up this solid pool of water. Ito ordered the staff, "Immediately order each division to search for the captain of the brigade and go to the headquarters to attend an emergency military meeting." Seeing that the staff was a little confused, Ito cursed in a low voice, "Eight

Ga! Go quickly!" The young staff officer rushed out as fast as he could, and even looked back at the Commander-in-Chief.

No wonder he was confused. Since the establishment of the Southeast Asia Expeditionary Force, there has never been a precedent for a general commander-in-chief, leaving aside those generals at the level of division commanders and brigade commanders, to convene some majors and lieutenants to hold a military meeting. This is not a violation of the rules.

What's more, they are summoning those notorious rogue troops in the imperial army. Who are the people in the search brigade? Soldiers, villains and murderers.

On the evening of September 14th, the most upscale hotel in downtown Manila was heavily guarded. There was a post every three steps and a sentry every five steps. As if facing a formidable enemy, the U.S. military police established a military restricted area within a five-kilometer radius of the hotel.

The isolation belt formed by barbed wire fences turned the usually bustling hotel into a strict military fortress.

The unsuspecting Manila rich and young people still come here to have fun as always. Not to mention anything else, the hot figure and revealing dress of the hotel waitress are a feast for the eyes. However, before they can get close, they are roughed up by the US military police.

He was stopped by someone, and just as he was about to open his mouth to argue, the butt of the gun came up.

These rich people and young people who can afford to spend money are not famous in Manila and can walk sideways, but in the eyes of the U.S. military police, they are still not good enough. They are no more than garbage collectors in the corner. They are just better dressed.

They are equivalent to higher-level slaves. These Manila citizens, who feel very good about themselves and feel that they are superior to others, realize the gap between themselves and Americans.

That is the gap between status and identity, which cannot be changed by just two dollars. Looking at those blue ladies in military uniforms, suits or leather shoes, holding jeweled ladies or socialite ladies on their arms, strutting into the Manila Hotel, those blue

Westerners with blond eyes, yellow hair, and arrogant demeanor can only swallow their saliva.

The reason for keeping Filipinos out is very simple. The commander-in-chief of the US military in Southeast Asia and the South Pacific, MacArthur, the four-star general, will hold a grand welcome reception here today. Welcome to Manila to join the Allied Supreme Military.

Among the senior generals from various countries at the meeting, Americans can represent the Philippines, so people from banana countries are not invited. In other words, generals from banana countries are simply ignored by the Americans because they cannot attend the meeting.

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