The door of the vault was slowly pushed open, and Mu Yang walked out before he could open it all, and then instructed the soldiers, "Lock the door." Then he said to Masao Nakamura. "Let's go, by the way, I have a few things to tell you."

Masao Nakamura had no chance to look inside, so Mu Yang called him away. Behind him, the door of the vault was closed with a "clang".

"I want to go outside to seek help, but our anti-Japanese war cannot end here. Nakamura Jun, I will leave it here to you. I don't think it will take long. It will take about two months to come. By that time, it will be the time for our counterattack."

Nakamura Masao opened his eyes wide and said, "Prime Minister, you are leaving?"

"No, I will never leave you, but our current form is very bad. It may be difficult to support it until the end by relying on ourselves. I want to seek help from the international community and call on the United States to stop aggression. I want to find our new allies, convince them and help Japan overcome this difficulty."

"Do we Japan still have allies now?" Nakamura Masao said in disbelief.

"Nakamura, you must know that the world is changing. Britain, France and the Soviet Union used to be comrades-in-arms. Now they may not be able to turn around and fight the United States. So, I want to lobby them. I will set off tonight, take advantage of the night to avoid the American planes to investigate, go to China, and then turn around to the Soviet Union. I am going to talk to Stalin first."

"Your Excellency, thank you so much for your hard work. For the future of the empire, I heard that Stalin killed people without blinking."

"This is not something you need to worry about. Be optimistic about your family, lead the army, continue to fight with the Americans to the end, mobilize the people of the whole country, Nakamura, I am optimistic about you. After this incident is resolved, I will be ready to retreat. At that time, you will be the Prime Minister. Now, it is the opportunity to train you. Okay, I'm leaving."

Mu Yang left gracefully. At night, a Junker-52 transport plane rushed out of the runway and headed directly towards China.

"Prime Minister, the plane has arrived over the suburbs of Shanghai, China. Are you preparing to parachutize here?" A Japanese Air Force major staff officer walked to the cockpit to report to Muyanghui.

Mu Yang looked out from the plane window, and it was still pitch black outside. It was dawn, but it was also the darkest moment.

"Can you confirm what is below?" Mu Yang's first skydiving turned into a tragedy.

"According to the aviation map, the bottom should be the southern suburbs of Shanghai, and the ground should be large areas of farmland. But it's too dark now, and I can't see the situation below clearly." The major lowered his head after saying that. He felt that he had lost his duty to protect the Prime Minister's safety.

"Okay, put on my umbrella suit." Mu Yang made up his mind.

The airplane cabin door was opened, and the wind suddenly poured in, blowing Mu Yang's hair messy and his eyes couldn't open. He quickly brought his goggles, then turned to the major officer and said, "Go back and tell Nakamura that I will convince other countries to help us stop the invasion of the United States. But he must let him hold on, even if there is only the last person left in Japan, I will always support him in the war of resistance to the end."

After Mu Yang said these words, he jumped without hesitation and lost his trace instantly. The major shouted in tears: "Long live the empire, long live the Prime Minister."

The plane swirled around in place before turning back to Japan.

Mu Yang had been training for several days before for this moment. After he jumped out of the cabin, he immediately opened his umbrella bag and floated to the ground. Fortunately, the soldier was right. This was indeed a farmland. Mu Yang's first parachuting landed smoothly. However, he fell directly into the paddy field, making his whole body covered in mud.

Forget it, just land safely. Anyway, this outfit is useless. Mu Yang climbed onto the dirt road beside the farmland and traveled directly back to his home. He took off his clothes and changed from Xiao Iso Kurosaki to his own appearance. He walked directly to the bathroom and took a cold bath for himself.

Clean and refreshing, put on a white shirt with trousers, Mu Yang traveled back to the outskirts of Shanghai. It was still dark at this time, and Mu Yang was not in a hurry to leave, so he took out a mosquito repellent and lit it, took out a stool, and sat waiting for dawn.

Slowly, the fish belly was white in the sky, and Mu Yang watched quietly as the sky became brighter little by little. The breeze blew, and the birds got up and shouted twice on the branches in the distance.

It was a good day and I could get on the road. Muyang got his own mountain bike and rode his bike to the city of Shanghai.

At this time, the Japanese had surrendered in China, and Shanghai had returned to the peace of the past. As for whether it could restore the prosperity of the golden decade, we could only hope. However, people finally lived a peaceful life, which is the most important thing for the current Chinese people.

After entering the city, Muyang put away the mountain bikes, ate three cages of shrimp dumplings at a breakfast restaurant and served a bowl of black rice and eight-treasure porridge. Muyang was so comfortable. Japanese food was not as delicious as the food in my hometown.

There are many diners in the breakfast shop, and many old neighbors eat and chat here. People talk about topics, including family matters and national affairs. Some people even mentioned the war between Japan and the Americans today. Although he was actually a bit laborious to listen to Shanghai dialect, Mu Yang did not feel noisy, but felt a sense of intimacy. This is the feeling of going home.

Seeing that people are living a peaceful and stable life now, Mu Yang only feels warm in his heart. Isn’t he just tossed hard in Japan just to see all this?

Suddenly, he had a yy idea in his heart. Is this considered "I'm going to do it, and I'm hiding my merits and fame"? Thinking of this, Mu Yang unconsciously smiled a little on his face.

He stopped a car and said, "Shaoxing Road in the French Concession." Mu Yangzuo ordered after getting off.

The rickshaw pulled Muyang all the way through the sunlight, passing through the sycamore leaves on both sides of Shaoxing Road, and mottled shadows were revealed on the asphalt road.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar iron art gate, Mu Yang actually felt a feeling of being close to homesickness.

Mu Yang took out a suitcase from the space and carried it into his hand, and rang the doorbell.

"Ah, sir, you are back." The door opened, Xiaoying's head poked out, and when she saw that it was Mu Yang, she screamed in surprise. She quickly opened the door, ran out to take the suitcase in Mu Yang's hand, and said, "Sir, you are back, it's almost a year since you've been there."

"Yes, it's almost a year, and Xiaoying has grown into a big girl. Is the family still okay?" Mu Yang asked as he walked.

"Okay, ma'am is pretty good, we are all pretty good," Xiaoying replied happily.
Chapter completed!