frightfiction Chapter 1134 This game can't be broken, let's go all out!
Chapter 1134 This game can't be broken, let's go all out!
She did know that Zhou Weiguo had stockpiled a batch of poison gas bombs in Kyoto, which he had captured or purchased from the 4th Division.
Part of it was in his independent brigade, and another part was placed in Tokyo, in his father's backyard.
These things are easy to find in Tokyo, but this is Canada. Where did he get the poison gas? It couldn't have been shipped from there, could it?
If that's the case, then he's really too terrifying.
"Why are you looking at me? The Berlin troops stationed here shouldn't have a hard time making a poison gas bomb."
Nanzo Yunzi suddenly realized that Zhou Weiguo couldn't possibly be stupid enough to transport poison gas bombs here.
No, not at all.
Nanzo Yunzi suddenly turned her head and looked at Zhou Weiguo, whose face was pale, and asked, "Why would Guderian help you by using poison gas? Isn't that telling the US that they were the ones who did it?"
Zhou Weiguo threw his cigarette butt into the ashtray, crossed his arms, and stared at Nanzo Yunzi across from him for a while before speaking.
“My sister-in-law, since the Berlin army went to war with several countries, when has he ever used poison gas?”
Berlin has never used poison gas, nor will it ever. The use of poison gas is only permitted if the enemy does not have it; otherwise, it will cause serious problems.
"They haven't used it, but you've used it many times. You've already formed a prejudice. Moreover, they used poison gas in Kyoto, so they're bound to think it was your retaliation. As for why they're taking action on the border, that's even simpler. Berlin is withdrawing its troops. If they leave, the American thieves will be overjoyed, and Kyoto's good days will be over."
After thinking for a moment, Zhou Weiguo crossed his arms and chuckled; "Who told you to never leave any room for maneuver in the past?"
What a vicious plan.
Nanzo Yunzi placed her teacup on the table, took a deep breath, and looked up at the ceiling. "Such a ruthless scheme, I really can't imagine how you came up with it."
"Using someone else to do the dirty work." Zhou Weiguo took out a lighter, twirled it around, and then raised his wrist. "You can go tell Okamura Neiji now. There's still time. Wait another day, and the poison gas bomb will explode. Then, even if he wants to show off, he won't have the chance anymore."
Nanzo Yunko stood up; she really should tell Okamura Neiji about this.
"Baka." Okamura Neiji had always known that Zhou Weiguo was preparing a big move, but he never expected it to be this.
Enraged, she slammed the teapot on the table to the ground and looked towards Zhou Weiguo's room; "I really want to die with him."
"To die together" is something you'd only say when you're absolutely furious. If he wanted to die with that person, he would have done it already.
I went to the side and poured myself a cup of tea, iced tea, refreshingly cool iced tea.
"General, please calm down." Nanzo Yunzi, who was serving tea, spoke up as if trying to soothe a donkey: "We all know what kind of person he is. Why bother with someone like him? Besides, even if we are angry, we can't do anything to him. This is a joint operation between Guderian and him. They had already planned everything."
The icy tea poured into Okamura Yasuji's mouth as if it had been poured back up.
The chill was biting. Okamura Neiji shivered, put down his teacup, let out a long breath, and looked out the window.
The moonlight was still there, but it was too dim tonight, with a dark cloud appearing every now and then to completely obscure it.
"Report it." Okamura Neiji took a deep breath; "Report to General Headquarters that the Berlin army may be planning to withdraw. Please find a solution quickly and report Zhou Weiguo's suggestion."
Now that things have come to this, he can't find a way to salvage the situation.
The coded message traveled rapidly through the air.
Upon arriving in Tokyo, it was already past midnight. The head of the communications department, who had received the telegram, translated its contents and was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He immediately went to the duty room of the General Staff Headquarters, where the duty officer for the day was Jiro Kawai.
He reached out and read the telegram, then immediately dialed Prince Asaka's number. Upon receiving the message, the sleeping Prince Asaka dressed in his military uniform and went to the General Staff Headquarters.
"What's going on?" He only knew it was an emergency over the phone, but didn't know the specifics. Uejiro handed him the telegram: "The Berlin army is showing signs of withdrawal. General Okamura Yasuji has suggested sending one or two divisions to launch an offensive against eastern Canada to prevent their withdrawal."
Upon hearing this, Prince Asaka immediately thought of something: Zhou Weiguo had indeed not behaved himself after arriving there; Berlin's actions were almost identical to those of Yamashiro.
He assured me that he was involved in this. He might even have been the one who did it.
Although he understood the situation, Asaka wouldn't hesitate to do what needed to be done. He pointed to Uei Jiro and said, "Go to Sakata Seishiro and tell him to go to the Prime Minister's Office. I'll go there right away to report the situation. Also, inform the Minister of Commerce that he might want to get involved in this matter as well."
As for the navy, let's not let them stir up trouble. Those guys are useless at everything, but they're experts at instigating conflict. Besides, they'd be happy to attack Canada.
Their opinions are unimportant.
The Prime Minister's residence, which had been completely dark, gradually came to life with its lights. Then the kitchen lights came on as well, and servants began preparing coffee and food for the officials who were discussing matters in the study.
In the study, the prime minister, who was forced to get up, was initially grumpy, but after reading the telegram, his grumpy mood vanished without a trace, replaced by a sense of panic.
When Sakata Seishiro and the Minister of Commerce arrived, they found Prince Asaka drinking coffee to pass the time, while the Prime Minister sat in the high seat, sometimes shaking his head and sometimes frowning at him.
After handing his briefcase to the person next to him, Seishiro Sakata approached Prince Asaka.
"Drink up, it's freshly brewed." Prince Asaka took the initiative, inviting Sakata Seishiro to have a cup to clear his head.
I'm not clear-headed right now, and I won't be able to answer the Prime Minister's questions in a moment.
The authentic coffee made Sakata Seishiro frown; he didn't like it.
"Let's leave it like this. Even if I give you honey later, you probably won't taste much sweetness." Prince Asaka calmly took a sip of coffee, offering this reminder despite her worried expression.
Sakata Seishiro, who had been planning to give up, took a big gulp of his drink after hearing this and asked, "What happened? Why did you call us over in the middle of the night?"
Prince Asaka had prepared a backup telegram, and he pointed to the telegram placed on the small tea table opposite him.
"Take a look for yourself, and you'll see what's going on."
Sakata Seishiro got up and went to read the telegram. He leisurely tossed the telegram around, then crossed his legs and looked at its contents.
The telegram, neither hastily written nor very long, was quickly read by Sakata Seishiro.
His slightly pale face and stiff limbs paused for a moment before Sakata Seishiro slammed the telegram onto the table.
"This is impossible."