"General, I'm sure that the situation is true. Yesterday, the young marshal got married, and the Fengtian Military Governor Zhang and the high-ranking warlords were all present.”
Ono Minobu frowned. It seemed that their assassination plan had indeed gone wrong.
"General, should we plan another murder?”
Keiko Tanaka blinked her beautiful eyes and asked slowly.
"No."
Ono Minobu quickly stopped him.
"After the last incident, Overseer Zhang must have been on guard. Our top priority is to settle the matter of the Great East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere before carrying out the next step of our plan.”
Ono Minobu's eyes were filled with a fierce light.
As long as the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere was recognized internationally, it would not be a problem for him to use force to invade Fengtian.
What the Guandong Army could do now.
He could only wait.
"Hey, General is wise."
Keiko Tanaka saluted, and Ono Minobu immediately swept his greedy eyes over them.
"Keiko, go to my room after you shower. Your father from your hometown called you.”
"Hi."
Keiko Tanaka pursed her lips. Her father's phone number far away in Japan might be fake. She also knew the commander's true purpose.
Of course, it was not the first time.
"Go and call Senior Colonel Matsui over.”
Ono Minobu stared at Keiko's swaying butt. After the latter left, her eyes immediately became a little dark.
"Yes, sir!"
The bodyguard beside him, Kimura Renkuo, a karate black belt master, nodded immediately.
A moment later, a flustered Matsui Ichiro made an exception and came to Ono's office.
"General!"
"Baka, you idiot! He actually didn't ask the headquarters for instructions and led his troops to surround the marshal's manor?”
Ono Sanshin was only about 1.6 meters tall. He was in his fifties or sixties, with sparse hair on both sides of his head. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and his face was thin. He still had the standard Ren Dan beard of a cherry blossom man.
However, in the Wei Nation Army, no one dared to underestimate this 'old man'.
He was also one of the trusted aides of the Japanese Emperor, a lieutenant general. He had personally appointed Ono Minobu as the commander-in-chief of the Kwantung Army stationed in Mukden.
"Hey, I know my mistake. I didn't expect Overseer Zhang's son to be so angry.”
Daisuke Matsui's Adam's apple bobbed as he lowered his head with an awkward expression.
"Let's end this matter with your brother.”
"If you want revenge, now is not the time.”
The short Ono Mitsunobu lowered his eyebrows like a tiger and looked meaningfully at Matsui Ichiro through his gold-rimmed glasses.
"Hi!"
Matsui Ichiro shouted through gritted teeth.
"Stand down. Tell your soldiers not to cause trouble in Fengtian for the next few days. The Great East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere discussion meeting is coming, and your troops will be needed to maintain law and order.”
"Hi!"
“......”
After Ono Minobu verbally warned Matsui Ichiro, he leisurely returned to his bedroom.
On the other side, Matsui Ichiro returned to the Armament Department with a gloomy expression. Although the commander had already hinted to him that he could not take the initiative to cause trouble again, he could not take it lying down after his brother's death.
"Call Mr. Miyamoto who is still in Japan.”
Matsui Ichiro sat in the military office and said to the captain beside him in a deep voice.
"Hi!"
The captain was stunned and immediately dialed the domestic military's special line.
Takeshi Musashi, the only living master of swordsmanship in the Wei Nation, the founder of the "Tianxin-Style" swordsmanship, was born in the prestigious Dekang family.
He was known as the "Sword God" in the Sakura Martial Arts world.
He was an existence on par with the deceased Sakura Sword Saint, Yagyu Munoru.
His status was extremely high, and even the Cherry Blossom Army respected him greatly.
He also saw Ronin Matsui Jiro as his successor.
Matsui Ichiro's palm, which was holding the phone, began to sweat. Although the commander did not allow his relationship with the Fengtian army to worsen, Miyamoto Musashi would definitely stand up for him after his disciple was killed.
After a long wait, the call finally connected.
"Mo Xi, Mo Xi?"
"Hey! I'm Jiro's brother."
"Oh? So it's Daisuke Matsui."
An old and deep voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Mr. Miyamoto, I have some unfortunate news for you. Your disciple, my younger brother Matsui Jiro, was killed during a martial arts competition between Mukden and Shina.”
Matsui Ichiro said with a serious expression, his voice choked with sobs.
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
Takeshi Musashi did not seem to be as excited as he had imagined when his beloved disciple was killed. The temperament of a master of swordsmanship had long been as firm as a rock.
After a long time, a stiff voice sounded,
"Who killed him?"
" I'm not sure yet. I only know that it's a Chinese man who's an expert in using concealed weapons. Someone from the Special Higher Police of the Military Department was also…"
"He is not skilled enough to provoke others. This is what he deserves. However, since he is my disciple, I naturally have to uphold justice for him.”
Before Matsui could finish, a scolding came from the other end of the phone.
"Hi."
Matsui didn't dare to retort, and allowed Miyamoto Musashi, who had a godly swordsmanship, to berate him.
After a long time, Takeshi Musashi's anger subsided quite a bit.
"Send me all the information you have so far. I will personally go east to Fengtian.”
"Hey!"
Matsui Ichiro was overjoyed and immediately wrote the whole story into the letter.
He avoided mentioning the matter of the challenge and focused on how Matsui Jiro was persecuted by the Chinese people. He even mailed the blurry photo and the Fengtian newspaper back to Japan.
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