"Why?" Tada Jun asked.
Yamamoto Ichiki inferred that the attackers were from the Eighth Route Army, and Tada Jun was very confused.
Compared to the Central Army, the 8th Route Army was not as capable. They were just more difficult to deal with.
Yamamoto Ichiki took out a report from his pocket that he had personally written about the battle in Wanjia Town and said,"Because of a battle that broke out in Wan Jia Town.”
Yamamoto Ichiki had been to Wan Jia Town and Heyuan County personally. He had even investigated the battlefield of Wan Jia Town.
Yamamoto Ichiki could not help but pay attention to the corpses at the scene and the few bullets found at the scene.
Just as Wei Shanhe had expected, Wanjia Town was originally a stronghold for Yamamoto Izuki to head to Great Xia Bay.
Furthermore, he had Matsushita Taro prepare to cooperate with him. Once they could heavily injure the Eighth Route Army headquarters, the Heyuan County Garrison United Team and the Fourth Mixed Brigade would attack the Eighth Route Army base.
He did not expect that he would almost die before he could take action.
When the news of the death of King Kuhiko of the Chaoxiang Palace reached them, Yamamoto Izuki and Shinozuka Yoshio immediately took a special train to Beiping.
In the end, he discovered that the death of King Hashiko of the Asaka Palace was exactly the same as the death of Matsushita Taro, the commander of the Heyuan County Garrison Wing.
This made Yamamoto Ichiki, who had been paying close attention to this matter, unable to sit still.
At this moment, after reading the entire report, Tada Jun frowned and put down the report. He asked,""This matter is indeed extraordinary."
The 5.8mm bullets of the.05 submachine gun could not be hidden from the Japanese. Moreover, Wei Shanhe did not intend to hide it from them.
During the Second World War, the traditional 7mm rifle bullets and above, the appearance of the 5.8mm bullet, was quite eye-catching.
Due to the requirements of the bullet's trajectory and accuracy, as well as the shape of the bullet, the smaller the difficulty of manufacturing the bullet, the stricter the requirements.
This was also why India, which could produce its own assault rifles in the future, could not even produce a matching assault rifle bullet.
5.8 Compared to the 7.62mm bullet, the 1.5mm bullet was less lethal to a point, but it had a stronger penetrating power. Moreover, when the bullet rolled and shattered in the body, as long as it was hit, it would completely lose its combat effectiveness.
As for the Japanese's Type 38 rifle, it was simply a humane weapon. The bullets went straight through the body, and the lethality was the same. Without directly hitting the heart and head, it was difficult to kill.
Unlike 5.8mm, once it hit the stomach, the internal organs would be in a mess.
This principle was not known to the rifle designers of the later generations. Even the munitions experts of World War II understood this principle.
"Shinozuka-kun, what do you think?" Tada looked at Shinozuka Yoshio and asked.
"Although Yamamoto's speculation doesn't have any concrete evidence, it makes sense.”Shinozuka Yoshio said seriously.
"I will consider how to report this matter to the headquarters.”Tada Jun pondered for a moment and said.
……
Wei Shanhe, who was still on the train, did not know that the Japanese North China Front Army Command had already pointed their spearhead at the Eighth Route Army.
However, when the train arrived in Xuzhou, Wei Shanhe thought about it again and again and sent a message to Boss Peng.
This message was specifically to remind Boss Peng that there was a special agent team among the Japanese in Shanxi. He told Boss Peng to be especially careful and inform the various units of the Eighth Route Army to be careful of the Japanese special agent team's sneak attack.
Wei Shanhe didn't know if the message would be effective.
Boss Peng only replied with the word " I know."
During this period, not only did the Eighth Route Army not know the true power of special operations, but the vast majority of the army did not know what special operations were.
Although the Yamamoto Special Forces were still far from being a real special force in Wei Shanhe's eyes, they were already very difficult to deal with for the ordinary army of this period.
Therefore, Wei Shanhe could only hope that the Yamamoto Special Agent Team would act slowly and wait until he returned.
The Yamamoto Secret Service Squad was also the one that Wei Shanhe was most conflicted about. The plot on the television did not give the Yamamoto Secret Service Squad an accurate time to launch a sneak attack.
Wei Shanhe couldn't just wait in Yang Village forever. If the Yamamoto Special Agent Squad didn't make a move in two to three months, then Nanjing would be doomed.
Considering the overall situation of the war, Wei Shanhe could only choose Nanjing even if there was a conflict in time.
The train would arrive in Nanjing tonight, and there would be someone in Nanjing to receive it.
Wei Shanhe returned to the sleeping car and fell asleep peacefully.
Because Wei Shanhe was in the exclusive carriage for Japanese citizens, it was very quiet.
There weren't many guests either. Wei Shanhe was the only one in the two-person sleeping car. There were two sofa seats in the car, and the space and environment were much better than the previous Lippi cars.
This allowed Wei Shanhe to have a good sleep on the train.
When he woke up, the train was slowly entering Nanjing railway station.
Just as Wei Shanhe walked out of the train station, he saw a man in a suit and sunglasses leaning against a car parked outside the train station.
The man was about thirty years old and looked like a successful person.
There was also a sign with the name of the person on it. Wei Shanhe looked at the Parker fountain pen in the man's shirt pocket and walked over. He said in Japanese,
"Are the cherry blossoms on Mount Fuji in full bloom this year?”
"It might be a few days later. The weather is a little late today.”
The man leaning against the car smiled and opened the car door. Wei Shanhe nodded and sat in.
The car slowly drove away from the Nanjing railway station. The driver introduced himself,"My name is Zheng Yaoxian."
Wei Shanhe looked at Zheng Yaoxian before he got into the car. He felt that Zheng Yaoxian looked very familiar, but it was a little difficult to recognize him with his sunglasses on.
When he heard Zheng Yaoxian's name, he instantly remembered that the person who came to pick him up was really too similar to Liu Yunlong.
At this moment, Wei Shanhe was a little confused. Wasn't this a world where swords were drawn?
Who the hell was the Sixth Brother Zheng Yaoxian?
"Sixth Brother Commander?" Wei Shanhe said tentatively.
"You should just call me comrade! I haven't heard anyone call me comrade since I left the Red Soviet Area.”
Zheng Yaoxian did not give Wei Shanhe a chance to speak and continued,""When I received this mission from my comrade Lu Hanqing, I was stunned for a moment. I didn't expect that one day I would be fighting side by side with my comrade.”
Hearing Zheng Yaoxian's words, Wei Shanhe was 100% sure that the person who came to pick him up was the main character in the kite, the Sixth Brother of the Army, Zheng Yaoxian.
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