Chapter 30 Sakura Samurai (Part 1)

When Lei Zhen finally met his master's wife Ling Weicheng at their preset stronghold, an emergency meeting was also held at the headquarters of the highest intelligence agency in Shanghai.

More than a dozen senior intelligence experts are looking through the information they are doing.

Some of these intelligence experts, some of them looked at ten lines at a glance, browsing all the information at an astonishing speed of more than 400 words per minute. After a few minutes, they put down the information in their hands and began to close their eyes and ponder, using their professional knowledge to roughly judge the possible reasons for the incident.

Some people are slowly reading every word, not even letting go of the punctuation marks between the lines. After they put down the information in their hands, they can use their memory that has been continuously strengthened by their special training to dictate the contents.

And these intelligence officers who deeply engrave every detail of the information into their deepest memory are responsible for filling in the details of the arguments put forward by colleagues who are good at responding quickly, and through the team's most tacit cooperation, a judgment that is closest to the truth is drawn.

Due to the sudden limited time of the incident, even if they are the strategic departments that provide the most direct services to the national war machines, the intelligence they can collect is very limited.

But this information is enough to allow these senior intelligence experts with keen sense of touch to smell an unusual smell from it.

One of the young intelligence officers who had read all the information first closed their eyes and pondered for a moment, then directly expressed his opinion: "Conspiracy, this is a naked conspiracy of the Chinese!"

When the commander of the Japanese top intelligence agency in Shanghai heard such a decisive, even arbitrary argument, he raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "Tell me your reasons!"

The intelligence officer who seemed to be less than 30 years old but already possessed the rank of Nakazo and had two more intelligence officers representing the Sakura Medal, the highest honor for the Imperial soldiers.

Hearing the commander's order, he quickly stood up, straightened his chest, and reported loudly: "Your Excellency Commander, there are three reasons to support me in making a judgment!"

"First, the biggest suspect in the explosion and attack in the Chinese army is our imperial soldiers. But as the suspect, we know clearly that there are other persons in the planner and executor of this incident!"

"Secondly, after inspection, we found that last night, six peripheral intelligence personnel disappeared. The task of these six peripheral intelligence personnel on that day was to scatter around the Chinese military camp and monitor their every move.

And find ways to find the weaknesses of the Chinese people and provide necessary information for the military operations of the executive department. Their locations and identity covers are different. If they have not been inspected for a long time, they have not clearly grasped the details of their activities.

Without a comparable number of executive members, it is absolutely impossible to completely eradicate the entire group of intelligence personnel in one fell swoop!"

Facing the scrutiny of all his colleagues, the Zhongzo intelligence officer said in a deep voice: "In this world, it is foolish for a country to blindly launch military operations without any political purpose.

Similarly, it is even more incredible that an organization carefully planned the explosion but had no targets. Judging from the current situation, the most direct consequence of the explosion in the Chinese military camp is.

The empire was oppressed by international public opinion. Due to the obstruction of the Ministry of Industry and British military and cultural affairs, our intelligence department's actions in Shanghai were quite hindered, and some institutions could no longer work normally.

To some extent, the Chinese are the beneficiaries of the explosion.

The intelligence officer at Nakazo took out several photos from the information in front of him. The scene of the explosion attack in the lonely military camp was clearly seen.

He gently tapped the details of the normal people in these photos and said word by word: "Please take a look at this art with an alternative beauty. Only a real blasting expert can complete such an amazing masterpiece.

The most important thing is that no one noticed that the artwork created by this blasting expert looked brilliant and dazzling enough, but is the number of deaths of those Chinese people pitifully small?!"

"And..." The intelligence officer of Nakazo took out another piece of information from the information, "Here is a set of local data we obtained from the hospital, and eliminated the Chinese soldiers who died on the spot. There were twelve others seriously injured. Judging from the injuries, at least four people may die due to excessive blood loss.

According to the information we dug from the doctor, there are two of these four people, although they have participated in the Battle of Songhu, but have never been injured.

Speaking of this, all the intelligence officers present already understood what the information officer of Zhongzo wanted to express.

People who have never been injured will be panicked once they are fatally injured and see blood gushing out of their bodies like springs. They will definitely panic while holding their wounds with both hands while shouting for help or even struggling desperately.

And in this case, the louder they scream and the more intense they struggle, the faster the blood will be lost.

Only veterans who have experienced the cruelest wars and have been injured in the deadly moments, if they want to survive, they must remain calm as necessary, and do everything possible to relax their bodies and then relax.

These four Chinese soldiers were seriously injured and were not sent to the hospital until forty-five minutes later, but none of them died. This only means that they were mentally prepared before the explosion and someone had taught them how to maximize their survival chances after being seriously injured.

Apart from that, there is no other possibility!

And of course, the only Chinese people who can keep these Chinese soldiers staying honestly in the barracks even though they know they are going to be attacked by an explosion!

Looking at this conversation, a trace of sincere appreciation suddenly burst into the commander's eyes from the overall situation and taking into account the details as soon as possible, and dragging the truth of the incident hidden in the fog out of the water step by step.

He said casually: "Fujiwara Kaede, you are worthy of being an outstanding imperial soldier who has won the Sakura Medal twice and received by the Emperor himself! You are worthy of being the eldest son of the samurai family. I believe Duanmu Jun can definitely make his family prosperous, and Fujiwara Jun's parents will be proud of it!"

Hearing the word "Samurai", he lowered his head and looked at the two cherry blossom samurai medals that were right on his chest. A faint sadness suddenly rose in Fujiwara Kaede's eyes, but it disappeared soon.

His younger brother Fujiwara Duanki is a martial artist who is more upright and enthusiastic than him, and is more qualified to inherit the title of samurai. His only younger brother died in this city called Shanghai and in the offensive battle of Sixing Warehouse.

At that time, the reason why his younger brother responded to the call of the country, took off his white Taoist robe, put on military uniforms, picked up a gun, and ran to China across the ocean, wasn’t it just to get a cherry blossom samurai medal that any young man in Japan was crazy about, and be able to be personally received by His Majesty the Emperor and listen to his teachings?!

"Brother, don't worry, brother, I will definitely take revenge on you! It is because of this that I insist on entering the Imperial Intelligence Department and preside over a series of military operations against the assassination of Xie Jinyuan. Of course, I will not let the murderer who killed you go!"

None of the dozen senior intelligence officers present could see the turbulent emotions in Duanmu Feng's calm face.

He was born into a samurai family and received samurai education since he was a child. He graduated from the Imperial Military Academy with the best grades at the age of 18. He set foot on Chinese land in 1931 and participated in the "Willow Lake Incident". He personally led the commando to attack the Chinese army stationed in Beidaying, Shenyang. Although he was only twenty-eight years old this year, his ten-year war career was enough to grow into the best professional soldier with the perseverance and decisiveness of a soldier, the calmness and keenness of an intelligence officer.

"The third point is to let me make a judgment in the end!"

Everyone was listening intently, and Fujiwara Kaede found a photo from the information again.

Looking at the familiar face, Fujiwara Feng introduced in his plain voice: "This man's name is Lei Zhen. He once participated in the Sihang Warehouse Battle as a civilian, and led a small group of Chinese troops to defend the right wing of Sihang Warehouse. He won Xie Jinyuan's recognition with his outstanding performance and eventually became Xie Jinyuan's only apprentice.

In the words of the Chinese, he is Xie Jinyuan’s closed disciple!”

No matter how Japanese soldiers were above the top, when it came to the name Xie Jinyuan, the expressions on the faces of more than a dozen senior intelligence officers present, including their commander himself, still became a little unnatural.

The name Xie Jinyuan is a hero for the Chinese, but for the imperial soldiers who are invincible on the land of China and have almost never suffered setbacks, it is a shame, and a shadow of failure that they cannot erase!

"Compared with Xie Jinyuan, Lei Zhen, who is not even a soldier, and has never received education in the modern military system, is just an unknown man. Even our intelligence personnel have not invested much energy in him.

We don’t know what he learned from Xie Jinyuan, nor do we know what he experienced in nearly three years after leaving the so-called lonely military camp of the Chinese.
Chapter completed!