1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

Mark turned around and saw Wanrong. He smiled and walked towards her with his men: "Good morning, girl."

"Good... good morning, sir."

After calling out that, Wanrong felt a little regretful, but she couldn't bear to give up. So she stood there with a red face and whispered hello: "Hello again."

"Haha, we're all on the same boat!" "Good morning, Miss Zhilian."

"Good morning, Dongmei."

Wanrong was much more enthusiastic and generous towards her female agent, and even gave her a gentle hug.

The palace maid widened her eyes and looked at the scene in disbelief.

When did the master get to know this group of people?

I don’t remember it at all!

No one cared about a servant's thoughts. After a few pleasantries, Wanrong, who was having a headache, took the initiative to ask, "Sir, where are you going?"

"Go to Fengtian."

"Fengtian? I want to go to Fengtian too! Can I go with you, sir?"

"what?"

Mark was stunned for a moment, looked at the only remaining maid beside her, and immediately understood something. He nodded and said, "Of course, we can, but we're taking the train because one of my companions is seasick."

"Everything depends on sir."

"it is good."

However, the agent soon brought bad news: the railway operations were suspended due to bandit attacks.

Mark just wanted to laugh when he heard it.

bandit?

What kind of bandits are so powerful that they dare to attack the Japanese army? Could they be a guerrilla group formed by some force in Northeast China?

Today is February 21st. That old guy Hirohito asked me to go and greet the Manchurian emperor and his family before March. So I have to obey, right? Forget it, since I'm already here, there's really no need to hide my identity anymore.

"Agent, take my business card and go find the garrison here! Have their captain come see me!"

Twenty minutes later, under the astonished and terrified gazes of Zhao Ziqi, Wanrong, and others, a group of about 100 Japanese soldiers arrived at the dock at a running pace and quickly dispersed the other unrelated people. The leading Japanese lieutenant colonel jumped off the jeep and, under the instructions of his agent, ran to Fujiwara Kanezane and respectfully bowed deeply to greet him:

"Captain of the 3rd Independent Garrison Battalion, Iwata Fumio, respectfully sends his regards to Lord Fujiwara!!"

"Greetings."

Fujiwara no Kanezane waved his hand and asked kindly:

"Are you from the Iwata family? Which branch? Where are you responsible for defense now?"

"Yes, sir! I am from Kyoto, and my ancestor was once a daibanyaku for Her Highness Nobuko! Currently..." (Her Highness Nobuko refers to the Fujiwara no Nobuko mentioned above, and daibanyaku refers to the imperial palace guards)

Iwata Fumio behaved very well, answering almost everything Fujiwara Kanezane asked, even revealing some military secrets. For example, their Third Battalion was divided into four squadrons: one in Anshan, one in Haicheng, and two in Dashiqiao, totaling approximately 650 people. There was no particular reason for this.

As a member of the Iwata family, if he couldn't even recognize the Fujiwara family crest, then he'd better commit seppuku immediately to avoid being beaten to death by his father when he returns. Not to mention him, a mere lieutenant colonel, even Lieutenant General Mori Ren of the Independent Guard would have come to greet this important figure in person if he heard of his arrival!

This is the future head of the Fujiwara Kita clan, a super-large landowner in Kyoto and Osaka, not some messed-up "Fujiwara clan" out there! Oh, so you're a loyal descendant of the Iwata clan. No wonder you're so brave. I hope you'll keep up the good work..."

Fujiwara no Kanezane praised him profusely, causing Lieutenant Colonel Iwata's nose to tremble with excitement. Then he got straight to the point:

"Well, I'm on the orders of His Majesty the Emperor. I'm going to Fengtian to see the Qing Emperor. They say the railway is closed..." "No, no, no! Since you're here, Lord Fujiwara, the railway can be opened at any time! I'll send someone to arrange it right away!"

"Then trouble you."

"Master! How can you say such things! Dying for you is the honor of the Iwata family!"

Although it was his first meeting with Fujiwara no Kanezane, Lieutenant Colonel Iwata, feeling deeply that he was "respectful and courteous," excitedly called out "Master." Because, in the past, when he met important people, it was normal for them to slap you in the face if they disagreed with him, and not talking to you was considered a kind gesture.

Iwata wasn't a masochist, so how could he not be moved by Fujiwara Kanezane's attitude and behavior?

Lieutenant Colonel Iwata invited Fujiwara Kanezane and his "entourage" to wait in a tavern, then left behind about 30 soldiers as guards while he hurried to coordinate the railway route.

After all, it wasn't really a "bandit attack" at all; it was simply the Japanese army forcibly occupying limited transport capacity to transport the gold, silver, and jewelry looted from various parts of Northeast China back to Japan. After Lieutenant Colonel Iwata left, Zhao Ziqi and his wife, along with Wanrong and her servant, all looked at Fujiwara Kanezane/Mark/Wu Jiu with complicated expressions.

They really couldn't tell who this person was anymore.

The first two were Communist Party members and kept silent at this time, but Wanrong was not so cunning. She asked with trembling lips: "Are you...are you really Japanese?"

"Yes! In Chinese, my name is Fujiwara no Kanezane, and I'm considered a great noble in Japan!"

Oh my goodness, so your real name is Fujiwara Kanezane!!

Zhao Ziqi and his wife were speechless, and Fujiwara Kanezane was even more speechless. Look, no one believes me even though I'm so honest.

Wanrong felt dizzy.

Japanese!

It turned out to be a Japanese man who wanted to rape me!! Then why did he...

Wait, it wasn’t him who wanted to rape me... But, he is Japanese after all.

Wait, that Japanese officer, it seems he also killed him...

For a moment, Wanrong's mind was completely confused, and even her feelings towards the Japanese became much more complicated. She didn't think there was any conspiracy, but just felt that "fate was playing tricks on me." She spoke completely stammering: "You...you...Japanese...you..."

"Girl, I'm Japanese, is there any problem?" "No...no..."

Wanrong's eyes suddenly became fearful.

Even someone like her, who lives deep in the harem, knows that even her husband has to rely on the Japanese. How dare she say "there is something wrong with the Japanese"? According to legend, the Japanese are very vicious.

However, Fujiwara no Kanezane remained very gentle:

"Haha, okay, girl, let's continue with the previous topic. You are going to Fengtian, right? Speaking of which, I haven't asked you yet, what are you going there for?" "I...I..."

After discovering that Fujiwara no Kanezane's gaze was still as gentle and warm as before, Wanrong's fear of the identity of "Japanese" dissipated a little. Instead of answering, she asked: "Tell me first, what are you doing there?"

"Me? Um..."

Fujiwara Kanezane paused for two seconds and said with a smile:

"I have nothing to hide. I'm following the orders of His Majesty the Emperor of our country to visit the former Qing Emperor... What are you going to do?"

It's actually this...

Wanrong sighed inwardly, remained silent for half a minute, and then admitted:

"I am Wanrong, the wife of Aixinjueluo Puyi. I came to Northeast China to find him."

(Note: According to traditional rules, one cannot reveal one’s maiden name to a man other than oneself. However, when donating money for flood relief a few years ago, Wanrong had already made her name and photo public, so there was no such restriction.) "...ah..."

Like Zhao Ziqi and his wife next to him, Fujiwara Kanemachi looked very "surprised" and then laughed:

"We are really destined to meet. If that's the case, then you should come with me. I can't just watch the wife of the person I'm visiting get into danger, right?" Fujiwara Kanezane blinked as he spoke.

This playful look reminded Wanrong of what happened last night. Her face flushed, then she smiled: "You're right. My safety is in your hands."

"You're welcome, you should."

After easily dealing with Wanrong with just a few words, Fujiwara Kanezane turned his gaze to Zhao Ziqi, who obviously had something to say, and spread his hands: "Look, when I told the truth before, you didn't believe me. Now that I admit it, you still look unconvinced. You are really hard to please."

...Of your ten sentences, perhaps half are true and half are false. Seven are true, two are false, and only one is true and false. Who can easily tell the difference? Zhao Ziqi sighed and walked over to Fujiwara Kanezane. They walked aside and asked in a low voice:

"Wu Jun, who are you?"

"I told you, the Japanese, Fujiwara no Kanezane..."

"No, I mean, how many identities do you have?" "Smart."

Fujiwara Kanemi snapped his fingers: "I am Mark and Wu Jiu, Chinese;"

This was my ordinary previous life and the pseudonym I used to cause trouble.

"I am Fujiwara no Kanezane, the heir to a great Japanese noble family, a member of the Japanese imperial family, and Hirohito's younger brother;" This is a slightly fucked-up present life.

"At the same time, I am the head of the Asia region of the World Revolutionary Party and the General Secretary of the Political Bureau of the Central Committee of the Japanese Communist Party. You can call me Secretary Fujiwara of the Earth!"

this is...

Oh, this is just nonsense.

080 Being polite to officers is enough

In the end, Zhao Ziqi still didn't understand what percentage of Mark's words were true;

But there is one thing he is relatively sure of:

Mark/Wujiu/Fujiwara Kanezane's identities as "Japanese nobles and members of the imperial family" are absolutely true. Otherwise, why would these Japanese people have such an attitude?

The railway, which had been suspended for civilian use, was reopened for him;

The Japanese garrison, which originally had less than 350 men, forced 150 men to come out to protect him;

The Japanese officers who used to be so arrogant and powerful in front of the Chinese were now groveling at his feet and escorting him throughout the journey;

Now, upon arriving in Fengtian City, Lieutenant General Mori Ren, the captain of the Japanese Kwantung Army's Independent Garrison, even came to greet them personally with a group of officers. "Captain Mori Ren of the Independent Garrison respectfully greets the head of the Fujiwara family!"

"Greetings."

Fujiwara Kanezane quietly rolled his eyes.

As soon as this way of greeting came out, he knew that this guy, like Iwata Fumio, was definitely related to the Fujiwara family.

As expected, Mori Ren's ancestor was Fujiwara no Hideyoshi, who held the rank of Junior Fourth Rank and served as governor of both Shimotsuke and Musashi. Of course, the relationship between this "Fujiwara clan" and the Fujiwara clan to which Fujiwara no Kanezane belonged is probably no closer than that between monkeys and humans. Who said the women of the Fujiwara clan were all sows? (laughs)

However, this did not prevent Fujiwara no Kanezane from greeting the Lieutenant General with a smile, asking about his well-being, and even verbally praising him in the name of the Emperor: "...After this incident, I will definitely convey to His Majesty the Emperor your hard work and achievements in the Northeast."

"Hi! Thank you, Mr. Fujiwara!"

Morilian was certainly not being so polite to a young man because of the vague "relative relationship" between the other party and his ancestors; or rather, not entirely.

Mori Ren, a Lieutenant General and captain of the Independent Garrison, considered a high-ranking member of the Kwantung Army, had long received news from home and knew the identity and mission of this exceptionally tall (1.5 meters) handsome young man before him: Fujiwara no Kanezane, the future absolute head of the Fujiwara no Kita clan and a member of the imperial family, had come in the name of His Majesty the Emperor to pay his respects to the former Qing Emperor Puyi and to attend the founding ceremony of "Manchukuo."

Moreover, it is said that Fujiwara no Kanezane had a very good attitude towards the Japanese Army and even wanted to join the army at one point, but gave up because of his status.

From any perspective, this young man deserves Lieutenant General Mori Lian's awe, respect and enthusiasm.

Now it seems that Fujiwara no Kanezane does not have the usual arrogance of the royal children, and seems to be very easy to get along with! What happened afterwards proved Mori Ren's judgment.

After exchanging pleasantries with Mori Ren, Fujiwara Kanezane looked at the officers around him and asked gently, "Lieutenant General, would you like to introduce me to these imperial warriors around you?"

"Ah? Ah! Yes!"

Not only Mori Lian, but even the accompanying junior officers had never expected that they would actually receive a personal greeting from such a great figure. They immediately stood up straight, excitedly waiting for the introduction. The first one was a lieutenant colonel:

"This is Shimamoto Shoichi, captain of the Second Battalion of the Independent Garrison." "Shimamoto respectfully greets Master Fujiwara!"

"From your accent, Shimamoto-kun seems to be from Kumamoto?" "Hi! I'm from Tanegashima!"

"I remember that was the birthplace of the arquebus... Hahaha... Shimamoto-kun's marksmanship must be quite good, right?" "I'm a humble man, but I'm worthy of being number one in the garrison!"

"Yoshi! Shimamoto-kun is indeed a pillar of the empire!"

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Fujiwara!"

Just a few words of meaningless praise made Shimamoto Masakazu, like Iwata Fumio before him, so excited that his body was shaking.

Because Japan is a country with a very strict hierarchy. Even in later generations, the upper class and ordinary people in Japan are almost completely isolated.

Not to mention now?

Therefore, they consider it a supreme honor if the upper class people condescend to them, and they will feel respected if they are even a little bit polite.

Of course, this is limited to "nobles", especially nobles like Fujiwara no Kanezane;

If they are "untouchables", be polite to them...

Hey, kid, you look like someone who can be easily bullied. The second officer Mori introduced was a colonel:

"This is Yukihiro Hirata, commander of the 29th Infantry Regiment of the 2nd Division..." "Hirata respectfully greets Mr. Fujiwara!"

"...The 2nd Division is the cornerstone of the Empire, and the 29th Regiment is the elite of the elite. Hirata-kun, keep working hard!" "Hey! I'm willing to die for the Empire!!!"

Then, without waiting for Lieutenant General Mori Ren, who outranked him, to speak, Hirata Yukihiro took the initiative to introduce the two majors beside him: "This is the captain of the 1st Battalion, Kan Nakura... This is the captain of the 2nd Battalion, Isamu Fujii..."

Fujiwara Kanezane noticed that Lieutenant General Mori Ren's eyes flashed coldly when someone else snatched up his assignment, and he didn't hide his displeasure, but he didn't stop. Apparently, the conflict between the Second Division and the Independent Garrison was deep, and Mori Ren seemed to be under considerable pressure from Tamon Jiro...

Otherwise, how could a mere colonel dare to be so disrespectful to a lieutenant general?

No wonder Moriren in history initially stayed with Tamon Jiro in Shenyang, but later went to garrison at Gongzhuling. Hehehe... isn't that great?

If there were no contradictions, I would have to find a way to create them! It saves me trouble!

After the two majors' respectful greetings, Fujiwara Kanezane returned the greeting and pressed his temple, seemingly recalling his thoughts but actually listening to the agent's background information through a hidden headset. Then, he looked at the first battalion captain, Nagura Kan.