lcionline Chapter 1127 You Should Do Something for Us
Chapter 1127 You Should Do Something for Us
Is it unimportant?
Okamura Yasuji held the cigarette between his fingers.
"Given the current situation, they are also afraid that we will truly unite with Berlin, so the things you mentioned will not happen."
It definitely won't happen to him.
Zhou Weiguo chuckled, crossed his arms, and said with a smile, "That's not necessarily true."
"What do you mean?" A bad feeling washed over him. Okamura Neiji felt his blood run cold.
“What they did to us, we can do too, and we can guarantee that we will do it better than them.”
broken.
Okamura Neiji gasped.
It's not that Narosev provoked Shancheng, but using Zhou Weiguo's past actions to frame him is probably the thing he regrets most in his life.
North Soviet Union, Victory City.
The heavy snow lasted for nearly three days and three nights.
The thick snow covered the entire street, turning it into a vast expanse of white.
Not long after the snow stopped, local residents and prisoners who were undergoing reform were forcibly dragged out to clear the snow.
Three enormous photos are prominently displayed on the bustling street.
It was mealtime, and both civilians and prisoners dressed in tattered cotton-padded clothes that were hardly warm were giving a passionate speech led by an officer, saying that the Prime Minister was heaven and earth.
Takeshita Shun and Khabayev stood side by side by the window; they had handed over the money.
They don't need to clear the snow.
"This is one of your ways of controlling things, isn't it?" Takeshita Shun took a sip of vodka. The alcohol content was very high, and after swallowing, he had to frown and spit out the taste of alcohol that he had almost failed to suppress.
Khabayev glanced contemptuously at the distance, then turned and returned to the sofa. "I used to think this method was good; the daily reminders allowed them to know how they achieved their happy lives. But now I find it to be quite foolish."
Takeshita Shun placed the vodka on the table next to him.
He couldn't drink strong liquor. The Independent Brigade would store a lot of liquor every winter, with the soldiers' canteens containing water on one side and liquor on the other, but no one drank such strong liquor.
This isn't drinking alcohol; this is consuming toxic substances.
There's a saying in Chongqing: "A bad pen is worse than a good memory." I'd like to know if you were inspired by that saying to come up with this approach.
Khabayev shook his head; "I don't know about that."
He got up and went over to get the vodka that Takeshita Shun hadn't finished.
For him, throwing away uneaten cake and milk is acceptable, but leaving an opened bottle of vodka unfinished deserves to be struck by lightning.
"It's a foolish approach. It's a form of personal hero propaganda that can only make uninformed people worship him. People who understand the truth will look down on it. Even if they temporarily agree with it, they will eventually resent it. Instead of wasting so much time, you should think about how to improve people's lives. Once people's lives improve, you won't need to do anything to promote it. They will know who is the best person for them."
Just then, Takeshita Shun lit a cigarette, took a puff, and agreed, "You're absolutely right. By the way, our people have already met up with your family, and they're on their way to Berlin. After that, they'll go to the mountain town through special channels."
“Go to Changsha, not Chongqing.” Khabayev took another sip of baijiu. “Chongqing is too conspicuous. I don’t believe there are many people there who would care about my family’s lives. I hope my family can be with you, or rather, with your Independent Brigade’s command.”
The rear is safe, free from enemy attacks, but for special agents, there is no rear. Every place and every location is a battlefield for special agents, and they will sacrifice everything for their mission.
"You certainly know how to choose."
Khabayev smiled but said nothing.
Takeshita Shun nodded; "I've agreed to this. Now, shouldn't you do something for us too?"
Khabayev tossed the bottle aside, turned and went to his room. A short while later, he walked up to Takeshita Shun with a piece of paper that was only half a sheet. “I think the poison gas explosion in Tokyo was done by the Americans. Also, Guderian has been transferred to Canada. It’s probably because Berlin is very dissatisfied with the Japanese army’s current indecisive attitude that they made these adjustments.”
Takeshita Shun read the note with great admiration; "It is truly a loss for the Moxike side to abandon you. I just don't understand why you would analyze this matter directly instead of analyzing us and the Japanese army."
Khabayev crossed his arms. If he were asked that, he wouldn't be sleepy.
"I am the head of the intelligence department. My job is to analyze the authenticity of intelligence from thousands or even tens of thousands of intelligence reports and then report to the higher-ups. This is my job. As for why I don't analyze your relationship with the Japanese army, it's actually very simple. If you really wanted to keep fighting the Japanese army, you wouldn't be here. Similarly, if the Japanese army wanted to keep fighting you, they probably wouldn't be increasing their troops in the south."
The reasons are valid, but Takeshita Shun believes that they are both straightforward and one-sided.
But he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he looked up at Khabayev and gestured for him to continue.
"Now everyone is afraid, but Yamashiro is in the safest place. The US is worried that Berlin and Tokyo will join forces directly. Tokyo is worried that excessive provocation of the US will lead to them restricting shipments to their shops again. Berlin's concerns are more straightforward. They are more worried about Tokyo's decision, which will affect their current plans."
"Berlin and the Soviet Union were bound to fight. They didn't because the Soviet Union has deployed a large number of troops on the western front. They can't act rashly, so they opened up another front, and their victory on this front is unprecedented. This is also a direct threat to the United States, which is trying to win over Tokyo to prevent them from completely uniting with Berlin."
Hearing this, Takeshita Shun vaguely understood something. He put down his cigarette. "This problem sounds complicated and messy, but I think that since you can say this, you must have found a solution, a way for me, Yamashiro, to sit back and relax. Is that right?"
Khabayev is never modest in this regard; he has his own pride.
After laughing heartily twice, Khabayev nodded; "Actually, breaking this deadlock is really simple."
Is it simple?
Takeshita Shun didn't think so, but seeing Khabayev's confident demeanor, he humbly asked, "What do you mean?"
"In fact, the key to resolving this problem lies with Berlin."
Who, on whom?