In 1938, the War of Resistance Against Japan entered its second year.

In April, in the vast Huaibei Plain in eastern Henan, dark clouds rolled, strong winds roared, sand and soil were rolled up into the sky like smoke, and mixed with dark clouds, and the sky turned gray and yellow.

The city of Woyang County is shrouded in wind and sand. From a distance, it looks like a huge prison. The city wall has been a long time ago. Some of the large blue bricks wrapped outside have cracked and collapsed, while others have weathered and fallen off. There are clusters of weeds growing on the battlements like jagged battlements. Four arched city gates in the southeast, west and northeast have a large roof pavilion on each, and the gray tiles are covered with thick dust. A Japanese devil's plaster flag sways like a mourning banner on the city tower.

Not long after dusk passed, darkness came to the county town too early. The Japanese patrolmen's nailed boots trampled across the streets with heavy slashes and trampled on people's hearts. The cold light of bayonets and the green eyes of wolfdogs appeared in the darkness.

This color, sound, and smell remind people of the mythical scene of the underworld. The shops on both sides of the street closed early, and the people quickly adapted to the life of living in simplicity in a short period of time. The county town was silent in anger, condensed in the dark like fossils.

A Western-style two-story western-style building in the north of the city is hidden by several tall poplar trees. In the night wind, the branches and leaves shaking, like ghosts dancing in the claws. A dense barbed wire is set up on the high courtyard wall.

On the pink wall of the office on the second floor is a map of China. Any areas occupied by the Japanese devils are marked with thick lines on the map with blue pencils.

In front of the map, there was a Japanese officer in his thirties wearing a yellow Verding military uniform, with no buttons on his upper body, revealing the white shirt on his chest. His thick body was as strong as a bison, with a round head, a wide mouth, and a round eyes, and a fierce light. A small twig of black beard on his upper lip, constantly sniffing his nose, as if a wolf dog was always ready to step forward and bite him.

The county garrison commander Watanabe, with his hands behind his back, raised his face, carefully observed the map, and then used a pencil to draw circles in several places. Then he slowly turned around, stretched out the white gloved hand with a pencil, waved it into the air, and said loudly: "If we advance at this speed, our great Japanese Imperial Army can occupy the entire China within three months."

The pseudo-county magistrate Wang Jinqing, sitting on the sofa, had a thin skin shaved, his beard was neatly cut with scissors, and the shadows inside the wrinkles seemed even darker. Hearing Watanabe's arrogant words, he nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, the imperial army only needs to take Kaifeng, capture Zhengzhou, and then move south to open up the Jinghan Railway, and go west along the Yangtze River. He asked me to see it. Maybe it won't take three months!"

After listening to the translation, Watanabe laughed wildly and threw the pencil at the table. She sat on a swivel chair, grabbed the bottle on the table, poured half a glass of wine, and drank it all in one go.

Seeing Watanabe's happy look, Wang Jinqing secretly gave a wink at the translator Zhao Mukang.

Zhao Mukang immediately understood and diligently added wine to Watanabe, and said in a low voice: "Taijun, County Magistrate Wang has sent you two more flower girls, both of which are watery and bright yellow flowers."

"Well, Miss Hua, it's great." Watanabe extended his thumb to Wang Jinqing and smiled with a big mouth.

Wang Jinqing owed his body and said with a smile: "The humble position is just a little bit of a job, a job of a dog." As he said that, he frowned slightly and said with ulterior motives: "Today is a happy day for Yang Tianfeng, deputy commander of the county security regiment. Do you know?"

"I know." Watanabe nodded and said, "I have asked Miyamoto to come and congratulate you."

Wang Jinqing smiled slightly and said inadvertently: "I heard that his newly married third concubine is still a college student from Peking. She originally went to Wuhan with her classmates, but she was caught by Deputy Commander Yang, but she got a bargain."

"College students from Peking? Do you still want to go to Wuhan?" Watanabe narrowed his eyes and shot a suspicious light from opening and closing.

The Japanese devils hated the young students the most. Because they shouted to fight against Japan, Watanabe immediately became alert when he heard that he was from Peking and went to Wuhan, the Kuomintang-controlled area.

Zhao Mukang took advantage of the situation and said jealously: "Deputy Leader Yang is the same. What kind of woman can't marry? She doesn't want to accept a female college student. Those students are the most restless, such as May 4th, 129th, and there are many troubles."

Watanabe's eyes stood up suddenly, and his hands tightly grasped the handle of the commanding knife, walking back and forth on the ground, the leather boots squeaked.

The knock on the door sounded, and Japanese spy chief Miyamoto walked in, and the light of the rooftop lamp shone on his glasses, reflecting a pale light.

"Your Excellency, I'm back." Miyamoto stood attentively saluted.

"Miyamoto-kun, Deputy Director Yang's wedding was very lively?" Watanabe asked with a gloomy face.

Miyamoto was stunned for a moment and answered truthfully: "It's really grand. The Yang family is rich and not caring about these money. Chinese people also like this. In their words, they are more respectful."

"Have you met his third concubine in Xinna? I heard that she is a college student from Peking?" Watanabe asked unhappily.

The two of them were talking in Japanese, but Wang Jinqing was not sure about it, but Zhang Mukang could hear it clearly, but kept lowering his eyebrows and pretending to be nice.

Miyamoto glanced at Wang Jinqing and Zhang Mukang, curled his lips secretly, and said, "Your Excellency, let's talk about this later. I have urgent information to report it to you."

Watanabe blinked, turned to Wang Jinqing and said, "Wang Sang, go back first, and accept my gift."

Wang Jinqing stood up, bowed respectfully to Watanabe and Miyamoto before putting on his hat, turning around and walking out.

"Zhang, yours can go back too." Watanabe saw Miyamoto wink, and said nodding at Zhang Mukang, then waved his hand to Zhang Mukang again.

The door was closed, and only Watanabe and Miyamoto were left in the room. Miyamoto sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and breathed out a cigarette ring comfortably.

"Miyomoto, where is your emergency information?" Watanabe couldn't help but urge him when he saw Miyamoto's calm look.

"Your Excellency, please forgive me for telling the lies just now." Miyamoto said apologetically: "I'm just making an excuse to drive away those two annoying guys."

Although Watanabe and Miyamoto have different official positions, they have a very good personal relationship. When they heard Miyamoto say this, Watanabe was not angry, so he had to smile bitterly and shook his head, saying, "Miyomo, did you and Yang Tianfeng know each other in Tokyo?"
Chapter completed!