Anti-Japanese War: From Becoming Chu Yunfei to Rising

Ningbo Port, Zhejiang Province.

Under a gray sky, the waves crashed against the barnacle-covered pier, making a dull sound.

A rusty, 10,000-ton cargo ship, the "Sado Maru," was slowly approaching the shore, belching black smoke as it was towed by tugboats.

The Japanese flags hanging on the ship's side fluttered in the sea breeze, but they could not conceal the ship's dilapidated state due to years of neglect.

In modern Japan, it is already extremely difficult to put together even a single troop transport ship.

In the eyes of the military and political leaders at headquarters, the Pacific theater was the decisive battlefield.

As for the Far East battlefield, due to the war commander's actions, they had already given up hope of winning the war.

Major Kuroshima Mori, who was in charge of port reception, stood on the high platform of the dock.

He clutched a leather whip tightly in his hand, the bloodstains of which had not yet been wiped clean, and his face was so gloomy it could drip water.

"These are the 'replenishment troops' that headquarters sent us?"

Kuroshima Mori's teeth were grinding together.

As the gangplank was lowered, a nauseating, sour stench filled the cabin.

The smell was a mixture of seasickness vomit, cheap tobacco, spoiled food, and the stench of sweat from not having bathed in a long time.

Followed by.

A group of figures dressed in khaki military uniforms surged out in a chaotic manner, like livestock being herded.

There were no orderly steps, no resounding slogans, and they couldn't even manage the most basic formation.

Leading the way was a guy with a fierce face but unsteady steps.

His military cap was tilted to one side, the top button of his collar was open, revealing the dirty lining underneath, and half a tattoo could even be vaguely seen on his neck.

Clearly, these are yakuza members who frequent the streets of Tokyo.

These are the personnel that the military had previously requested to be recruited.

Following behind him was a young man who wore thick-rimmed glasses and was as thin as a monkey.

The rifle on his back seemed to weigh him down, causing him to stagger as he walked, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

Further behind were several thugs with a roguish look on their faces.

They continued to curse each other in incomprehensible slang as they walked, showing no awareness of being on the battlefield.

This is what is known as the "First Advance Brigade".

Or to put it more bluntly, this is the "garbage" that the headquarters scavenged from prisons, slums, and streets.

The vast majority of them received less than half a month of so-called "crash course training".

All I learned was how to pull the bolt and how to shout "Banzai".

They were then crammed onto this transport ship bound for the Chinese battlefield.

"Bagaya road!"

Kuroshima Mori finally lost his temper and rushed down from the platform, the whip cracking sharply in the air.

"Snapped!"

The whip struck the face of the tattooed thug wearing a military cap askew.

"what!"

The thug screamed and fell to the ground, clutching his face. He was about to lash out with insults when he was met with Kuroshima Mori's murderous eyes and the dark muzzles of the military police's guns.

He instantly cowered, cowering on the ground and trembling.

"Stand up! You are a disgrace to your brother nation!"

Kuroshima Mori kicked the thug in the stomach, his roar echoing across the dock: "Look at the way you all are! What do you look like?! A bunch of pigs waiting to be slaughtered!"

"Attention! All of you, attention!"

Several Japanese officers rushed forward and began punching and kicking the still-dazed recruits.

The dull thud of rifle butts hitting backs, the sound of leather boots kicking flesh, and the screams and pleas for mercy of the new recruits mingled together instantly.

"I'm not playing anymore! I want to go home!"

"I'm a merchant from Osaka, not a soldier!"

A fat man in his thirties suddenly broke down, threw down his backpack, and tried to run back.

"boom!"

There was a gunshot.

A wisp of smoke rose from the Nambu Type 14 pistol in Kuroshima Mori's hand.

The fat man fell face down on the diving board, blood flowing down the plank and dripping into the black seawater.

The bustling dock fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

All the new recruits, whether they were street thugs or cowardly civilians, were terrified at that moment.

They stared in horror at the major whose hand was still smoking, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"Deserters only have one path: death!"

Kuroshima Mori holstered his pistol, coldly stepped over the corpse, and swept his gaze across the rabble like a blade: "Listen, you scum!"

His voice was icy cold, filled with extreme fanaticism and cruelty: "No matter what you did before, whether you were thugs, thieves, or cowards, once you arrive here, you have only one identity—warriors of His Majesty the Heavenly Locust!"

"We prefer to call ourselves the weapons of His Majesty the Heavenly Locust!"

"As weapons, we need no thoughts, no fears, only obedience!"

"The First Brigade's immediate task is training. Only after you have completed basic infantry training will you be sent to the battlefield."

As soon as Kuroshima Mori finished speaking.

Many soldiers instantly showed a relieved expression in their eyes.

Clearly, they were all terrified of death.

Compared to those elite Japanese soldiers, they were genuine "conscripts".

These are also negative assets that the Japanese leadership intends to quickly eliminate.

"One day in the future, you will go to the battlefield."

"Then, even if we die, we will die on the road to victory!"

Kuroshima Mori turned around, waved to his adjutant behind him, and said in a low voice, his tone full of indifference to life: "Take them away, even if you have to whip them, get them onto the train."

"Hay."

Driven away by the bayonets and whips of the military police.

These thousands of "new recruits" who had just set foot on Chinese soil lined up in a long queue, trembling like zombies.

As Kurishima Mori looked at the team, a barely perceptible hint of despair flashed deep in his eyes.

He thought of the well-trained, physically strong soldiers of the standing divisions in 1937.

Does such trash deserve to be His Majesty the Locust King's warriors, or to be part of the Locust Army of the Great Japanese Nation?
Could it be that the Di Kingdom has truly bled to its last drop?

"No!"

Kuroshima Mori clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging deep into his palm, frantically hypnotizing himself in his mind.

"As long as the spirit lives on, our nation will never be defeated! Even if they have to bite with their teeth, these scumbags can still tear a piece of flesh from the Chinese!"

"This is their value—to repay His Majesty the Heavenly Locust with their lives!"
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Mountain City, Military Intelligence Bureau Headquarters, Zengjiayan Mansion.

Dai Yunong held in his hand an urgent telegram that had just been sent from Ningbo, Zhejiang.

"Advance into the First Brigade?"

Dai Yunong looked at the telegram's description of this new Japanese unit: "Disorganized military appearance, mostly composed of the elderly, weak, sick, disabled, and street thugs, urinating and defecating indiscriminately, and officers whipping soldiers in the street..."

A cold, sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he casually handed the telegram to Mao Renfeng, who had just returned to Shancheng from North China to report on his work: "I just received this news before you came. This intelligence is enough to show that the Japanese are really running out of blood."

Dai Yunong stood up, walked to the window, and straightened his crisp Zhongshan suit: "Even these thugs have been dragged onto the battlefield and given the name 'Advance,' which sounds very respectable. This proves that they have reached the end of their manpower shortage."

"This proves that Commander Chu's judgment six months ago was completely correct; the war will not last long."

Mao Renfeng asked in a low voice, "Director, should we immediately submit this intelligence on Japanese troop numbers to the Chairman?"

"I will report to them in person later."

Dai Yunong waved his hand, turned to look at the wall clock, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes: "Besides, the current situation of the Japanese army is just a small appetizer. The real feast is about to be served."

"The muddy troops in Ningbo are nothing but a bluff by the Japanese."

"What they really want to do is to leave themselves a way out in the negotiation form."

Dai Yunong lowered his voice, his tone turning icy: "How are the arrangements for the guests from North China?"

Mao Renfeng immediately understood and stepped closer: "Reporting to the Director, 'our guests' have been arranged in that safe room on the south bank. Apart from the Chairman and our people, only Commander He's confidants know about it."

"it is good."

A cold glint flashed in Dai Yunong's eyes: "Prepare the car, we're going to the Huangshan official residence."

"This matter must be reported to the Chairman."

"Chief, what about me, sir?"

"You'd better head back to North China as soon as possible to avoid displeasing Director Cao. After all, the Inspectorate is currently at its zenith, and even our Military Intelligence Bureau can't easily offend them..."

Mao Renfeng hurriedly nodded: "This subordinate understands..." "Wait a minute, before you came here, did Commander Chu know anything about the Japanese plan to negotiate? What is his attitude towards this matter?"

"Commander Chu only said that he would not consider accepting the Japanese surrender, and then handed the matter over to Zhang Dayun of the Operations Section..."

Dai Yunong understood immediately: "The head of the operations section is in charge of diplomacy?"

"Then it seems Commander Chu really has no intention of negotiating..."

"It should be. He's currently refining the third phase of the counter-offensive plan in North China and overseeing related bacteriological warfare defense work. At the same time, the US military's officer advisory group is also in North China discussing relevant matters concerning the amphibious landing operation with him."

……

Huangshan Official Residence.

Chang Ruiyuan was in a good mood, holding a glass of water in his hand, and looking out the window with great interest.

"Chairman, Commander He and Director Dai have arrived."

"Let them in."

He Jingzhi and Dai Yunong walked in one after the other, their expressions solemn.

"Chairman!" X2
"Brother Jingzhi has arrived?"

Chang Ruiyuan turned around, in a good mood: "Section Chief Dai said he has something important to report, and it's about the Japanese?"

"Yes, Chairman."

Dai Yunong glanced at He Jingzhi, nodded slightly in greeting, and then took out a top-secret document from his briefcase and handed it to Chang Ruiyuan.

"Chairman, the 'peace' proposal was submitted by the Japanese through secret channels."

He Jingzhi's tone carried a hint of undisguised complexity: "The Japanese representative, Takeo Imai (pseudonym), said that they were carrying the highest instructions from the Tokyo General Headquarters and the Cabinet, and hoped to start new peace negotiations with us to end this war that should never have happened."

They stated that East Asian people share the same ancestry and ethnicity, have the same cultural foundation, and common interests.

Chang Ruiyuan interrupted, his voice full of sarcasm: "Now you know you want peace?"

He Jingzhi said slowly, "Chairman, you might want to take a look at the conditions proposed by the Japanese. In my opinion, they are indeed very sincere."

He took the document from the man and, without opening it immediately, let out a contemptuous snort: "Yokoyama Isamu's body is not yet cold, and tens of thousands of the 11th Army's wandering souls are still drifting in the Yangtze River. Do they now want peace?"

He opened the document, his gaze sweeping over the densely packed clauses.

He looked up, his expression still carrying a hint of mockery.

But as he watched, his brows gradually lifted, then relaxed, and finally only a cold laugh remained.

“What a big deal.”

Chang Ruiyuan slammed the document heavily on the table. "They're really willing to spend a lot of money to achieve a ceasefire."

“Chairman,” He Jingzhi said after a moment’s thought, then analyzed in a low voice, “the conditions proposed by the Japanese side are indeed more ‘generous’ than ever before.”

"On the first day, the Japanese army agreed to a ceasefire across the entire front and to withdraw its troops from all areas south of the Great Wall, retreating to areas outside Shanhaiguan."

"Second, they completely cut off all support for the Nanjing Wang puppet regime, leaving it to be completely eliminated by us. They even hinted that they could cooperate with our army to 'clean up' the remaining forces of the Wang puppet regime."

"Third, if the Japanese troops currently stranded in the Central and Southern China battlefields cannot be withdrawn quickly due to transportation difficulties, the Japanese side tacitly agrees that we can carry out the corresponding transportation. In other words, all these weapons and equipment will be transferred to us."

When it comes to the third point...

He Jingzhi felt a chill run down his spine.

This means that the Japanese were trying to prolong their lives in their homeland and Manchuria.

They directly sold off Wang Jingwei and his gang of traitors, and even their hundreds of thousands of soldiers who hadn't had time to evacuate, as expendable pawns!

This is what the Japanese call "Bushido".

Pure bullshit!
"Locust-raising education" is a tool used by the upper class to brainwash the lower and middle classes.

When faced with the survival of a nation, everything becomes a bargaining chip.

He Jingzhi paused for a moment, then stated the most crucial condition: "Their bottom line is that the Nationalist government must sign an agreement formally recognizing 'Manchukuo' as an inalienable part of Japan's sacred territory and acknowledging Japan's rule over the Korean Peninsula."

A brief, deathly silence fell over the room.

Chang Ruiyuan tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a "tap, tap" sound.

They retreated to the area outside the Great Wall and betrayed the Wang Jingwei regime.

Two years ago, Chang Ruiyuan might have been genuinely tempted by this situation, perhaps even overjoyed.

After all, just by signing a document, they could reclaim most of China.

This would eliminate the Wang Jingwei regime, a major threat, and preserve the nation's vitality and military strength.

but now.

Chang Ruiyuan stood up and walked to the map.

His gaze swept over western Hubei, which was now covered with blue flags.

They ignored the expeditionary force that was preparing to attack Qiongzhou.

The ultimate target was the puppet state of Manchukuo in Northeast China, which the Japanese army considered their "bottom line".

"Brother Jingzhi."

Chang Ruiyuan, with his back to the other person, spoke in a low voice: "Tell me, what would be the consequences if we agreed to the Japanese's conditions now?"

He Jingzhi's body trembled, and cold sweat instantly broke out.

He opened his mouth, but found that he didn't dare to answer the question at all.

What will be the consequences?
The current situation is no longer a question of whether Chongqing wants to talk about it or not.

This tank is already at top speed. Anyone who dares to step on the brakes will be crushed to pieces!

The hatred between the two sides cannot be erased.

No one can do it; this can withstand the test of XX.

"Committee!"

Dai Yunong interjected at the opportune moment: "According to intelligence from Ningbo, the newly recruited Japanese soldiers are mostly local thugs and hooligans with extremely poor combat capabilities. This intelligence is enough to show that the domestic human resources have been exhausted, and they really can't continue fighting."

"Yes, they can't keep going."

Chang Ruiyuan turned around, his face full of confidence and a smile.

He picked up the so-called "peace draft" and, in front of the two men, slowly tore it into pieces.

"Thorn-"

The sound of paper tearing was jarring in the quiet office.

"The fact that they can't continue fighting means that their national strength has weakened to a certain extent."

"But our national strength and military power are actually stronger than before the war."

"The end of this war does not depend on their peace agreement, but on whether we are willing to end the war."

"Brother Jingzhi, please go and tell that Japanese representative."

Chang Ruiyuan threw the scraps of paper in his hand into the wastepaper basket, clapped his hands, as if it were something dirty.

"We can talk."

"But there's only one condition!"

He raised a finger, his eyes blazing, his voice resounding: "Japan must surrender unconditionally!"

"Not only must the army be disarmed, but all the territories they have occupied, including the Northeast, must be returned!"

"All war bluffers in China must be brought to trial by us!"

"in addition……"

Chang Ruiyuan sneered, recalling Chu Yunfei's previous proposal about "war reparations," and a shrewd glint flashed in his eyes: "They have fought so many wars in our country for so many years, killed so many of our people, and destroyed so many of our civilian buildings and antiquities. These accounts need to be settled."

"We need a large amount of war relief funds!"

"These conditions are non-negotiable."

Chang Ruiyuan was extremely confident.

In his view, the situation was already settled.

That once arrogant Japan is now a drowning dog that can be beaten to a pulp.

If that's the case, then why bother with pretense and politeness?
See Chang Ruiyuan's statement.

He Jingzhi immediately stood at attention: "Yes, Chairman!"

"I'll go reply to them right away!"

"Well, let's go."

Dai Yunong gently placed the intelligence in his hand on the table: "Chairman, this humble servant takes his leave."

Chang Ruiyuan waved his hand and sat back down in his chair.

He looked out the window at the sky and felt a surge of pride.

If Chu Yunfei can beat the Japanese to their knees and beg for mercy.

Then Chang Ruiyuan could become the head of state who receives the kneeling worship of the Japanese!

"Manchuria..."

Chang Ruiyuan muttered to himself, a glint of greed and ambition flashing in his eyes: "That's MG's Manchuria, and it's also my Manchuria, Chang's. Neither the Japanese nor the Soviets can take it away!" (End of Chapter)