NCCnovel Chapter 1147 We can only be good if we are here.
Chapter 1147 We can only be good if we are here.
kill?
Zhou Weiguo glanced at Okamura Neiji, picked up the sake on the table, took a sip, and sat down beside him with a regretful expression. "Do you have some misunderstanding about me?"
What do you mean?
Okamura Neiji felt his head buzzing, and his sparse hair was falling to the ground in clumps.
When I asked you about the murder, you told me it was a misunderstanding.
“Misunderstanding, I don’t quite understand what you’re saying,” Okamura Neiji said.
He sat down on the sofa and placed his wine glass on the coffee table.
"Why do you see me as a murderer? Isn't that a misunderstanding?"
His heartbroken expression almost made Okamura Neiji fight him.
Even so, he still stood up and pointed at Zhou Weiguo.
Once they got to know each other, he naturally became much more unrestrained. Besides, he was now the highest-ranking commander in operations in eastern Canada, and Zhou Weiguo needed him. That was his leverage to dare to take advantage of him. You'll need my help.
"How dare you say such a thing? If you don't commit murder, then why is Tokyo..."
Zhou Weiguo chuckled twice, took the teacup from Asaka Shurei, and took a sip.
The aroma of tea filled the air. Zhou Weiguo took a couple of sips of the tea and stared at Okamura Neiji. "If it weren't for your repeated use of poison gas, do you think I would have gone after you? Think about it, since I started fighting you, when have I ever indiscriminately killed innocent people? Every time I attacked, it wasn't because you started the trouble first."
Nothing to say.
Okamura Neiji wanted to argue, but after careful consideration, he realized that Zhou Weiguo's actions were not without reason. The two gas attacks were because the Imperial Army used gas, and some of the other actions were for the benefit of a few individuals.
What else could he say?
After looking at the telegram on the table, Okamura Neiji reached out and picked it up, then waved it in front of Zhou Weiguo.
He said solemnly, "I am an Imperial soldier. What I do is carry out the orders issued by the Empire, launch a fierce attack on the East, and join forces with the Berlin side. As for what kind of errors might occur later, that is not my concern."
Zhou Weiguo just stared at Okamura Neiji.
This is an attempt to shift the blame.
The obvious meaning is...
I just followed the orders, and whether it succeeded or not was none of my business.
With an expressionless gaze, Okamura Yasuji placed the telegram on the table, walked up to Zhou Weiguo, and bowed slightly. "You should consider the situation of the few of us. We can't very well say that we can't defeat the British army here."
So what? Terauchi Hisaichi could do it, but I can't? What will the headquarters decide then?
If it's just a few of us, then we're incompetent, and we'll likely be replaced eventually.
“Zhou-kun, as long as we’re here, we can still get some news from headquarters. But if we leave this place, it will be very difficult for you to get any information.” Seeing that Okamura Neiji was about to break down, Yamadajima took over the conversation. “This is for everyone’s good, isn’t it?”
Zhou Weiguo took a cigarette from the table, lit it, took a puff, and nodded; "That makes sense."
Moxike.
Chief of Staff Vedyev compared the information sent by the intelligence office with the news from the intelligence office several times, and then asked the head of the first intelligence office, "What news has been received from Berlin recently?"
"Your Excellency, they are convening a secret military meeting. Those participating in this meeting are all trusted confidants of Berlin. In addition, they have urgently summoned the special envoys of that group of yellow weasels."
"Yellow weasel" is a derogatory term used here to refer to the Japanese army.
Tokyo increased its troop strength, and Berlin held a secret military conference while also summoning their special envoy.
There must be a close connection between the two.
The chief of staff put down his cigarette; he needed to analyze the situation as quickly as possible and deliver it to the prime minister's office.
The Prime Minister doesn't like to analyze, but he likes to pretend, taking the results of this analysis as his own, especially during large military conferences.
The defense building was on another street, and Vedyev took the documents he was holding to the Minister of Defense.
He separated the documents in his hand and, because of the cold weather, went to the shelf next to him that was full of vodka, took out a bottle, and gulped down several mouthfuls.
"What is this?" the Defense Minister asked, standing up and looking at the documents in front of him.
Vedyev exhaled a breath of wine.
"I feel that Berlin and Tokyo seem to be doing something to harm our interests in Canada, but I can't figure it out, so I came here to see what you have to say."
That's what I said.
The Defense Minister pointed to the telegram and chuckled twice; "Aren't you overestimating me?"
If you asked him about troop deployments and military operations in Berlin, perhaps he could know, but how could he possibly know such things?
"You'd better ask the intelligence department about this." The Minister of Defense didn't even reach for the document.
It's pointless to look at it.
Intelligence Department?
Vedyev chuckled twice and crossed his arms. "Ever since Khabayev left, his men have either been purged or transferred elsewhere. Now, most of the people in this intelligence department are just lounge hustlers. Some of them don't even know what their job is. You don't think these people will give us a good conclusion, do you?"
At this point, he approached the Minister of Defense, squinted, and asked, "He dares to give such a result, but would you dare to use the result they give?"
If you dare, there's no problem. The problem is, I don't dare to use it.
Nobody dares to use it.
The Defense Minister rubbed his head for a while before finally picking up the document; he figured he'd better take a closer look at what was going on.
I was only halfway through reading when Foreign Minister Viloff entered. He had excellent eyesight and immediately spotted the documents on the Defense Minister's desk.
He took the document and glanced at it, then looked up and asked, "Are you discussing why these two things are so closely related?"
"What, do you know?" Vedyev, who was smoking and waiting for the analysis results, looked up at the Foreign Minister, who always seemed to be in complete control.
The Foreign Minister sat beside him; "I didn't know about marriage alliances, but now I think I know what they're up to."
If someone already knows the answer, then the Defense Minister won't be in the mood to look at any documents.
He put the document down and turned to look at the Foreign Minister. He didn't know what the other party's purpose was in doing this.
"To be precise, I didn't know about this; someone told us." After saying that, he opened his briefcase, took out a document, and placed it on the table. "After you read this, you'll understand."