"Commander Suzuki, this is what you want." Nagata Tetsuzan, who looked like a monk, handed over a thick document bag. The commander of Japan's Nanyang Army, Shoroku Suzuki, stretched out his hand and trembled. hands.
Nagata Tieshan's complexion also looked quite bad. It seemed that this mission of traveling between the Japanese Nanyang Army and the Chinese Nanyang Front Army made him extremely painful. He touched his bald head and smiled bitterly: "Java Island and Sumatra The land resources of the island have been preserved, and they are all the property of our Japanese, no, the He people. But your act of massacring the indigenous people of Java and Sumatra also has to pay a price, and the price is paid by the entire Japanese nation. !¡±
Suzuki Shoroku raised his head and looked at Nagata doubtfully: "Nagata-kun, what do you mean"
Nagata Tieshan shook his head with a wry smile: "Do you think that as long as all the indigenous people on Java and Sumatra are slaughtered, the Chinese can only accept this fait accompli and punish a few culprits at most? Have you forgotten? The behavior is not a personal behavior, but represents the entire Japanese nation and the country of Japan. Of course Chang Ruiqing does not care about the indigenous people on Java and Sumatra. If it were not for the democratic constitutional system, he might have ordered the Chinese National Defense Force to massacre it himself But compared to these inferior Nanyang natives, what scares Chang Ruiqing more is our Japanese nation!"
Suzuki Shoroku still didn¡¯t quite understand. He looked at Nagata steadily: ¡°Nagata-kun, what happened?¡±
Nagata Tieshan sighed: "The Republic of Japan is gone and has become the four provinces of Honshu, Kyushu, Shikoku, and Hokkai. They are all directly under the federal government of Greater China! Japan will be completely destroyed!"
Suzuki Shoroku suddenly stood up and looked at Nagata with a livid face: "Nagata-kun, are you serious? The Republic of Japan is gone? Are they not even willing to give us this last hope?"
Nagata nodded heavily: "No more! They say that the Japanese nation must bear responsibility for the murders on Java and Sumatra. And the way to bear responsibility is to lose your own country!"
"What if we don't accept it?" Suzuki Shoroku asked through gritted teeth.
Nagata Tetsuyama smiled bitterly, and then handed Suzuki a telegram: "This is a telegram personally sent by His Excellency Saionji. He hopes that you will accept the reality and surrender to save your lives because the Yamato nation has lost too many in this world war. Young people, it is now difficult to see strong young Japanese men on the streets of mainland Japan The hundreds of thousands of young Japanese men in Java and Sumatra must be preserved!"
Suzuki Shoroku's expression darkened: "There are not many young and middle-aged men left in Japan? Are so many people really dead?"
The muscles on Nagata Tetsuyama's cheeks trembled slightly: "The Provisional Government of the Republic of Japan secretly made a statistics. In the battles in Japan alone, more than 3 million young and middle-aged men gave their lives! About 2 million of them They are Red Army officers and soldiers. There are another 1.2 million to 1.5 million Red Guards. In addition, there are at least 500,000 remnants of the Red Army that have retreated to the Ou Mountains in northeastern Honshu, led by Juichi Terauchi and Yasuo Yasuda. The resistance continues, and finally I am afraid that three to four hundred thousand people will die! If we also count the losses in several battlefields in Korea, Hawaii, Nanyang and the South Pacific, the number of young and middle-aged men Japan lost in this war is probably no less than five to six million! "He glanced at Suzuki leisurely. He sighed again: "Commander Suzuki. Lord Saionji still wants to surrender and save the species! Only by preserving the Japanese species can there be a future! Even as a citizen of the Wazu tribe in the Federation of Greater China, it is better than complete extinction. !¡±
At the same time, Java Island, the outskirts of Batavia.
The entrance to Toru Takeda¡¯s residence was deserted. Although the owner Takeda Hiroshi is still theoretically the chairman of the Japanese gcd and the supreme commander of the Japanese Red Army, after he ordered the killing of the natives of Java and Sumatra, this completely Japanese-style luxury residence became An isolated island. The hustle and bustle outside changed. Neither the bloody massacre nor the secret negotiations between the Nanyang Army and China have anything to do with this place.
A car stopped at the door of the mansion. Kato Ken got out of the car and staggered into the door. The people guarding the door of Takeda Hiroshi's house are ordinary Japanese Red Army soldiers wearing khaki hats, not the Japanese Red Army Internal Guards wearing blue hats. The latter disappeared a few weeks ago, and those who replaced them were all Nanyang soldiers. Troops sent by the military headquarters! However, these people did not stop Kato from meeting Takeda Hiroshi. They just watched coldly as the formerly arrogant political commissar of the Nanyang Army walked in in a panic. The courtyard was dimly lit. After a few turns, I saw a lone lamp still shining in the small building where Takeda Hiroshi lived. Kato walked over, opened Takeda's door, and saw a stooped Takeda carefully wiping a small, exquisite pistol on the tatami. There was also a small table on a low table.Vegetables and a glass bottle filled with some clear liquid - probably a poison like cyanide. There are also two cups placed, seemingly waiting for Kato's arrival.
"Cui Jun, you are here, take a seat." Takeda spoke in Korean that seemed a bit stiff as soon as he spoke. Although it was his mother tongue, he had not spoken it for many years, so it was inevitable that he was a little rusty. While he was talking, he put down the small pistol in his hand and poured a glass of Korean soju for Kato and himself.
"Chairman" Kato Kenya said in unfamiliar Korean: "Kato Hiroshi, uh, it should be Comrade Cui Chenghao who sent the telegram from Bangalore. Chengzhu has moved to India from the Soviet Union. He is now twenty-five years old. As a young man, he was still a top student at the Trotsky Military Academy. He served as a major and battalion commander in the Soviet Red Army. He also received second-class and third-class merit in the battle against the Chinese invaders, and was received by Trotsky. .¡±
"Kim Sung-joo I haven't seen him for more than ten years. By the way, does he know that his father is Takeda Hiroshi?"
"I don't know. The Soviets never told him the truth. He only knew that his father was the Korean national hero Kim Hyung-jik who died in the struggle against Chinese colonial rule. Now he is also the leader of the Korean revolutionary party in exile in India, the Workers' Party of Korea , with hundreds of young Korean revolutionaries under his command.¡±
"Very good, this is good! There are successors to our Korean revolutionary cause, and I can leave this world with peace of mind!"
"Chairman! We haven't reached this point yet The Chinese have not asked the Nanyang Army to hand you over. Traitors like Suzuki and Yamamoto do not dare to harm you. Yamamoto also agreed to transfer a submarine for you to leave Java Island."
"Leave Java Island? Where to go? India?" Takeda Hiroshi shook his head and took a sip of soju: "Did Cui Chenghao's telegram say that Lu Yi welcomes me to seek refuge in India?"
Kato Ken shook his head in silence. Takeda smiled bitterly: "Then what else am I going to do? Cause trouble for Comrade Lu Yi? Comrades in India are so difficult now, yet they still support Sung-ju as the leader of the Workers' Party of Korea. This favor is great enough, I can't ask for anything more.
And this world revolution has failed, no matter how noble our ideals, no matter how right we think we are. But the result was failure, and now someone has to take responsibility for the failure. "
"Perhaps we can learn from Trotsky This is also what Suzuki and Yamamoto meant. If we are willing to leave quietly, they will arrange everything." Kato Ken whispered.
"Learn from Trotsky?" Takeda snorted coldly: "Cui Jun, do you really think Trotsky faked his death and escaped?"
Kato Ken nodded and whispered: "Cui Chenghao's telegram also said that he heard a little news in Bangalore that Trotsky's eldest son, Lev Trotsky, is probably hiding in India! I want to tell him Lotsky may well actually be on his way to India!"
Takeda waved his hand: "There is no such possibility! It is one thing to protect Lev Trotsky and Kim Sung-ju, but it is another thing to protect Trotsky and me! Lu Yi is now himself There is no guarantee that if Trotsky and I were taken in again, even if Chang Ruiqing did not want to attack India, the United States and Germany would force him to drop nuclear bombs on Bangalore and Mumbai."
He poured himself a glass of Korean soju and took a sip, showing a bitter smile: "Lu Yi can't protect me? And where can I escape to? Besides, my ideals are shattered, whether it is the restoration of North Korea or the liberation of all mankind. It¡¯s just a dream. Why do I need to live? Well, the time is almost up. I, the executioner whose hands are stained with the blood of the people of Java and Sumatra, should die and apologize. Cui Jun, I think you have better things. In the future, you don¡¯t want to go see Marx with me, a patient, do you?¡±
Kato Takeda looked at Takeda with tears in his eyes: "Chairman, don't say such things. What will we do if you are gone? How will we survive!"
Takeda Toru smiled and looked at his old comrade: "Cui Jun, just live well and help me take care of Alan and the children. Alan and the children have Chinese passports for a long time. I will give them to them in Hong Kong." They bought a lot of real estate, which is enough for them to live without worries. Cui Jun, you also have a house in Hong Kong, right? Why not take your family to live in seclusion The Chinese will not trouble you, and you have not asked them to persecute you. It¡¯s worth it. Also, live well and live until the day the Federation of Greater China collapses!¡±
"Will this day come to pass?"
Takeda Toru nodded heavily: "There will be! There will definitely be! But many years later, when Chang Ruiqing, the father of the Greater China Federation, dies, the country that he forcibly put together will fall apart. It's a pity. , I can no longer see this day"
"Okay, I will live well and I will definitely see this day!" Kato Ken said seriously.head.
Takeda Toru smiled, picked up the glass bottle filled with transparent liquid, poured himself a full cup of cyanide, and then drank it all (To be continued)