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Everyone in the entire headquarters is still very busy.

Middle-aged people, like other Japanese, are busy with work.

However, this middle-aged man is just an inconspicuous intelligence analyst in the intelligence department, and almost everyone may ignore a small captain intelligence analyst like him.

In the evening, I went home as usual.

As soon as he arrived home, he saw a Japanese woman approaching him, taking the briefcase from his hand, and said softly, "Mr. Hikawa, you have worked hard."

"Mieko, I'm fine. Work is going well."

He walked to Mieko and hugged her gently. It was obvious that the two were husband and wife, and Hikawa's return did not attract anyone's attention.

"By the way, are you going out for drinks tonight?"

"No, I'll stay at home with you tonight, Mieko. We're just a few of us from the Intelligence Department, so it doesn't matter if we're absent or not."

"That's great."

Mieko smiled, then turned and walked straight towards the kitchen.

Soon, plates of exquisite dinner were served.

"By the way, where's Xiao Qi?"

"Xiao Qi, maybe you were too tired from playing today, so you went to bed early."

Xiao Qi, whose real name is Richuan Xiao Qi, is the son of Richuan and Mieko. The family of three lives a relatively happy life.

"Well, let's have a good rest tonight. I haven't been with you properly, Mieko, for a long time."

"Mr. Hikawa, you're too argumentative!"

Mieko also turned her head away shyly, and helped Hikawa serve the rice.

……

The next day, Richuan prepared to go to work as usual.

When I walked onto the street, I saw a few young people selling cigarettes not far away and I waved to them.

Then he saw a young man approaching him, smiling at Richuan and saying, "Richuan Taijun, are the cigarettes you want the same old Laodao cigarettes?"

"No, give me the donkey card today, not the old knife card."

"Ok!"

The young man took out a box of Lu brand cigarettes from the cigarette rack and handed it directly to Richuan.

Richuan also casually took out some money from his pocket, took out two bills and handed them over.

"Thank you Mr. Hikawa. Goodbye!"

Richuan also smiled, turned around, got on his bicycle, and rushed towards the headquarters.

The young man carefully collected the money and put it in his pocket, then continued to sell his wares along the street.

"Cigarettes, cigarettes!"

Not long after, the young man left this street and turned into another one.

Half an hour later, the young man came to a remote alley and returned to his home.

Open the door, enter the house, and close the door, almost all in one go.

After returning to the house, he took out the money given by Richuan, walked to a table, and pried up a floor tile on the ground.

Then he carefully took out a bottle of potion, opened the lid carefully, took out a brush from the side, dipped a little potion directly in it, and carefully applied the potion on the banknote. As the potion slowly took effect, two lines of words appeared on the money.

Looking at the words above, the young man finally breathed a sigh of relief, then carefully put away the potion and placed it under the floor tiles.

As for the banknote, he picked up the lighter and burned it directly. After all, such money cannot be kept, even if it is needed, it cannot be kept. This is the evidence.

"With six divisions in Central China and 120,000 Imperial Army troops, the pressure on the Northern Jiangsu Army Group is a bit too great. With four divisions in North China, four divisions on the mainland, two divisions on the front line, and two divisions in Central China, plus 120,000 Imperial Army troops, we must take Northern Jiangsu in one fell swoop this time."

The young man also took a deep breath, then rewrote the information on a small piece of paper, opened a box of cigarettes, and carefully put the information in it.

After doing all this, he just lay there with a serious look in his eyes.

With this calculation, the Japanese army had nearly 250,000 troops, while the Subei Group Army did not seem to have that many troops. The most important thing was that the Subei Group Army was much worse in weapons and equipment.

"No wonder Su Bei has been so active recently. Apparently, they have realized this."

The young man put away his cigarette and walked outside again, carrying the cigarette on his back.

……

That night, in the headquarters of the Subei Army Group, Zuo Mingming looked at the intelligence he had just received, and his face did not look very good.

The two Kwantung Army divisions sent by the Japanese this time have nearly 60,000 people, and the two divisions on the front line have nearly 40,000 to 50,000 people, all of whom are elite soldiers, plus two divisions transferred from the country and other divisions.

This calculation shows that there are 250,000 Japanese troops plus 120,000 Imperial Army troops. The pressure is still too great.

In addition, the difference in equipment is not that big. They have airplanes and cannons. If they confront the enemy head-on, it would be really difficult for him.

He counted the troops on his side, 360,000 people in the twelve armies of Yancheng, Huaiyin, Lianyungang and Yangzhou, plus his own crazy military expansion, and a garrison regiment of about 30,000 to 40,000 people. With this calculation, the gap is not big, but once the war breaks out, casualties are inevitable.

The numbers were equal, and under unfavorable circumstances, they would likely be swallowed up by the Japanese army.

"Master, Master, please bring us some good news. If there is no good news, we will be in trouble."

Zuo Mingming sat there, his mind moving with a bit of bitterness.

Now everything depends on whether Zhang Tianhao can give the team the strength they deserve. If he does, they still have a chance of winning.

"General Zuo, what can I do for you?"

At this time, a middle-aged man walked in, saluted Zuo Mingming, and then said seriously.

"Minister Hu, we have done a good job in what the young master asked us to do, but the problem is that a new situation has emerged. The Japanese army has increased its troops again. This time, there are nearly 370,000 troops, and there are nearly 250,000 Japanese troops, including the elite North China Division, and two Japanese divisions on the front line."

"We are under a lot of pressure. Can you please buy more supplies?"

"General, you are making it difficult for me. You know that our army has expanded rapidly. We don't have all the clothes and equipment, and we only distribute 70% of the food. This is the best I can do. If there are more, I really can't do anything. How about you just fire me as the minister?"

Minister Hu also had a bitter smile on his face, and his face almost fell.

After all, who could have thought that things would turn out like this.

The seemingly prosperous Subei Army Group is now facing numerous crises as it faces encirclement and suppression by the Japanese army.

After all, there is only so much space, and it is really difficult to exercise.

"By the way, what was the response from Chongqing regarding the request we sent?"

"General, you know that we are not loved by our elders and uncles, so who would care about us? The last time the young master brought back so many things, he had already spent a lot of money to buy them. If we want to buy more now, others may not sell them to us. It's a one-time deal, really."

"Oh, damn Chongqing, they didn't even give us any support. Do they really think that we, the Subei Army, are here to eat and do nothing? Or do they really think that we were born by a stepmother?"

Zuo Mingming was also very angry, but he had no other options. (End of this chapter)