Age of Conquest Reborn

Chapter 230 The Japanese Consul came to our door

The room was very quiet, but the atmosphere was a bit depressing. Their respective followers were also thinking about their own things.

As a professional staff officer, when Zhao Yuhe introduced to Song Zheyuan the military situation between the enemy and ourselves around Peiping, he kept sketching a picture of Peiping's military situation in his mind. The main purpose of his visit this time was to draw a complete and accurate picture.

Combat map.

For future combat needs, he really couldn't praise the map provided by the Military Commission of the Nationalist Government. No one was sure of the difference between the markings on the map and the actual terrain. Commanding the war based on such a map would be a mistake.

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I am actually interested in the little devil's military map of North China. To be fair, the little devil has worked hard on the ground in China to achieve his goal. The military map he drew is quite accurate.

The more Zhao Yuhe sketched, the more frightened he became. The Japanese troop deployment was so advantageous that they were trying to make dumplings out of the 29th Army. If a fight really started, the 29th Army would suffer heavy losses.

Shan Hu didn't think too much. In his heart, he looked down upon Commander Song. How could he lead troops to fight when he was so frightened? When he was in the Northeast, he didn't face tens of thousands of soldiers.

There are hundreds of thousands of Japanese at most, but they still beat the Japanese until their corpses are scattered all over the field. They throw away their helmets and armor and just beat them. Why do you want to hide like that? In the heart of the mountain tiger, this North China boss and the official who sealed the border

, I really despised it.

If Song Zheyuan knew what a colonel and the head of the security brigade thought of him, he might be so cowardly that he would vomit blood on the spot and become ill.

The sound of rapid footsteps approaching from far away, carrying the owner's anxiety, broke the dullness in the room. A staff officer ran in, with a nervous look on his face, "Military seat, Consul of the Japanese Consulate in Peiping, Kenjiro Kobayashi is here.

He also brought dozens of guards with him, and without waiting for notification, he insisted on breaking into the military headquarters, but was stopped by the brothers at the door. Now, both sides have fired their guns and are in a stalemate. How to deal with it, let the military commander decide!

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The staff officer panted heavily and finished reporting the situation in one breath. He then took the time to wipe the sweat from his face. The nervous look did not ease. Shan Hu curled his lips aside and said, "Coward, dozens of Japanese are just like that."

Being so frightened, isn’t it enough for me to take care of myself?

Song Zheyuan's head was already big at that time. This Kobayashi Kenjiro is a very difficult guy. He is skilled in diplomatic language, insidious and cunning. He can change his face faster than turning the page of a book. Every time you meet with him, you lose something and make your bones weak.

It hurts.

Now, it was obviously because of the arrests of those wankers who injured citizens and molested women on the streets this morning. However, this matter was handled by Tang Qiuli, and it was difficult for him to handle it. Xiao Lin was an unforgiving person.

As a human being, Song Zheyuan has no idea at all. He has suffered too much from this guy, and he feels a sense of fear mentally.

He looked at it with an inquiring look, with a faint smile on his lips, as if nothing had happened. Tang Qiuli, that means, now, the Japanese are knocking on the door, what do you think we should do about this?

Of course Tang Qiuli understood what was going on, and he didn't want to embarrass this old man who was already very worried.

"Military, please leave this matter to me!" Tang Qiuli stood up and said to Song Zheyuan calmly. His tone was as simple as sending a mad dog away. Seeing him like this, Song Zheyuan felt calm.

Quite a bit, and seems to have gained more courage.

"Invite you," he simply said. After a while, there were sounds of footsteps outside, and a Japanese man in a suit led a group of Japanese soldiers with live ammunition in.

Without looking at the other people in the room, Kobayashi Kenjiro asked directly to Song Zheyuan: "Mr. Song, this morning, your subordinates openly beat Japanese expatriates on the street and threw them into prison. What do you think about this matter?"

I have a reasonable explanation!" This guy spoke Chinese very fluently, and he neither addressed him by military title nor official title. His contemptuous attitude was self-evident.

Kobayashi Kenjiro's tone was filled with arrogance and accusation, and he was menacing. His thin lips were pressed tightly, and a pair of gloomy triangular eyes were staring at Song Zheyuan through the lenses. He was completely in the posture of launching an army to accuse him, and he did not let the Chinese general go at all.

In the eyes.

This guy was quite talented and well-dressed, but his demeanor and movements gave off a very annoying aura that was unique to the Japanese. Just looking at him, I couldn't help but want to beat him up.

"Reasonable explanation? What a joke, this is exactly what you Japanese should explain to the Chinese! I didn't look for you, but you took the initiative to send it to me!" As soon as Xiaolin finished speaking, a very pleasant male voice sounded in the room.

, his tone was calm and low-pitched, but the extreme contempt and disgust contained in it could be heard by anyone.

Kobayashi Kenjiro's eyes were filled with fierceness. He turned around suddenly, stared at Tang Qiuli and asked, "Who are you? How dare you despise officials of the Empire of Japan?"

"Let me introduce you. This is Lieutenant General Tang Qiuli, commander of the new North China ** Division of the National Revolutionary Army and vice chairman of the Hebei-Cha Government Affairs Committee. He just took office today." "This is the Japanese consul in Peiping.

Mr. Kobayashi Kenjiro, you will have many opportunities to interact with each other in the future!" Song Zheyuan introduced both parties.

"Honey? Are you Tang Qiuli?" Xiao Lin's eyes twitched violently a few times, and he couldn't help exclaiming, and asked a question, his pupils tightened, and murderous aura burst out in his eyes, like a cobra about to pounce.

"Wow, wow", there was a sound of pulling the bolt of a gun, and the Japanese soldiers who followed him were shocked when they heard that this was Tang Qiuli. This man's name was like thunder, and his hands were covered with the blood of the soldiers of the Japanese Empire. In an instant,

They could all point their guns at him.

Suddenly, these Japanese soldiers felt something was wrong. Their temples were pressed tightly by the cold barrel of the gun, and their blood vessels could clearly feel the cold hardness and murderous intent of the metal. The finger on the trigger was moved by a sharp dagger.

No, if there is that Japanese who is practicing Bushido and wants to forcefully pull the trigger, the result will be that before his finger touches the trigger, he will say goodbye forever.

What's more, there are muzzles on the temples. These Japanese soldiers were restrained in a very confused way. They kept their original movements and stopped instantly. When the enemy came behind them, they didn't notice at all. These Chinese people were possessed by ghosts.

Bar?

Xiao Lin received special treatment. There was no gun pointed at his temple or a dagger pressed against his finger. The colonel officer, with a harmless smile, pointed the heavy machine gun in his hand at his little brother and the string of appendages in his crotch.

Parts!

Xiao Lin was dumbfounded, and cold sweat could not help but cover his forehead. These Chinese people were so terrifying. In the blink of an eye, all his soldiers fell into the hands of the enemy, especially this terrifying big man, who could carry a heavy machine gun with him.

It looks like a small pistol and is being used as a pistol. My Majesty the Emperor, is this still a human being?

The basic information about Tang Qiuli is not unfamiliar to Xiao Lin. In his eyes, Bloody Hand Qiuli is a demon with bloody hands who kills without blinking an eye. He is an enemy of the Japanese Empire. When he sees Bloody Hand Qiuli suddenly appears,

In Song Zheyuan's military headquarters, soldiers reflexively ordered to shoot and kill the enemies of the empire.

Now, the situation has completely reversed, and he has become a victim of the knife. According to his understanding of what Tang Qiuli did in the Northeast, his outcome is not good. This devil is not an officer of Song Zheyuan and the 29th Army.

He was afraid of the empire behind him and the tens of thousands of imperial soldiers outside Peiping City. Besides, he had to take action himself first. The other party said it was self-defense. How could he explain it clearly?

Xiao Lin looked at Song Zheyuan with pleading eyes. His only hope fell on the Song Army Commander. This bloody-handed Qiu Li could kill even the empire's generals, not to mention the empire's consul.

Whether or not to start a holy war is a matter after his death, and it seems to have nothing to do with the most important thing at the moment.

Seeing Xiao Lin's embarrassment, Song Zheyuan felt that a small window had opened in his heart. He was so cheerful and relieved. He was usually not less angry with the Japanese consul. At the same time, he was also surprised by the skills of the soldiers of the Army Division.

How these soldiers acted, it was just a blur in front of my eyes. The Japanese were all subdued. It was indeed a team that fought with the Japanese with real swords and guns. Even a soldier had a cold-blooded smell on his body.

He was really afraid that Tang Qiuli would kill these Japanese people in a rage, which would cause a huge disaster. He winked at Tang Qiuli. Of course, Tang Qiuli couldn't really kill these Japanese people.

Kill them. After all, we are not in the Northeast. Killing them for their prestige is enough.

"Mr. Xiaolin, tell your men to be honest. This is not a place for you to run wild. This is the answer for you. I understand." Tang Qiuli motioned to Shanhu and the others to put away their guns.

These Japanese soldiers felt like they had been through the gates of hell. They quickly moved their stiff bodies and felt the vitality of life returning to their bodies little by little. The seven souls and six souls that had escaped outside their bodies all returned to their places with a "swish" sound.

These Japanese soldiers may not be afraid of the hail of bullets on the battlefield, but it is really uncomfortable to feel death hanging on their foreheads but never coming.

Xiao Lin waved his hand towards his soldiers, and these Japs quickly ran out the door, no longer as majestic as before. What is certain is that today's scene will forever leave an indelible fear deep in their memories.

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"Mr. Kobayashi, why are those Japanese ronin put in prison? You go to the police station to read the interrogation records. By the way, it is easy to get them out. On a per capita basis, each person can pay 2,000 yuan in cash. If you have money, let them go."

, fixed price!" Tang Qiuli said very seriously.

Shan Hu and the others could hardly help laughing. The division commander's old habit of extortion had returned. Song Zheyuan and Chief of Staff Zhang could hardly believe their ears. They could still get money out of the Japanese?

"Just give the money to my advisor, is there anything else?" Tang Qiuli asked, staring at Xiao Lin.

"Excuse me, General Song and General Tang. Because the amount required is relatively large, we must go back to discuss it and give you an answer as soon as possible. Farewell!" Xiao Lin bowed to Song Zheyuan and Tang Qiuli, turned around and walked away dejectedly, outside.

, Xiaolin's heart was in severe pain like tearing, and his teeth were almost broken. Today's shame and humiliation must be repaid. Xiaolin's triangular eyes shot out with a cannibalistic glare.