Yes, Prime Minister of Japan

Other newly appointed Asian Games committee members also have new events to share.

While Li Xinghe was preparing for this project, protecting Miss Lu Yuchi closely and chatting with his girlfriend Dongchuan Xuemi from time to time, he received the notification that Americans hate the most.

"Reserve Army Second Lieutenant G. Lee is required to report to Yokota's headquarters in Japan on the weekend."

"What? A call for reserve officers?"

Li Xinghe was surprised to meet Mei and Jill. The three reserve lieutenants got together and reported to the headquarters in Japan reluctantly.

The three drove here and were taken to a meeting room under the mysterious gaze of the guards.

"What the hell is this? Why did you call us together?" Jill was playing with his gun and was in a bad mood.

Mei next to him was flirting with Li Xinghe, as if asking why he hadn't come to play with her recently.

Soon after, a large and diverse group of U.S. Army reserve officers arrived on the scene, all of them cursing.

When the instructor of the US Army Command in Japan came forward, he explained:

"This is the advance mobilization training of the Coastal Combat Group. If a war breaks out, the reserve officers among the overseas Chinese in Japan and South Korea will be organized into the army to fight."

"Ah?! Still want to force conscription?"

Americans were outraged.

The sorrow of the Vietnam War suddenly came to my mind, and my heart began to sing 'Good Morning, Vietnam'.

For Americans, it's okay to chant a few Bible verses at home, but when it comes to asking them to join the army, they are not fools.

Although everyone believes that the United States is invincible, the U.S. military is a garbage dump for thieves and thieves, with military discipline, income and safety almost equal to zero.

It's like there are many right-wing keyboard warriors in Japan and South Korea who spew shit on the Internet every day, but if they are asked to join the army, it is absolutely impossible.

As the instructor explained, everyone gradually understood this magical plan.

The so-called Littoral Combat Group was a resistance plan launched by the U.S. military to deal with the extremely weak defense forces of the troops stationed in Japan and South Korea, which were far from enough to resist the million-strong army of the neighboring country. Major General David D. Womack's predecessor and himself added scorched earth warfare content to this plan.

Its assumption is that if the navy of Chongqi defeats the US military in the East China Sea, and if before 2030, the US Ford-class aircraft carrier, Constellation-class frigate and hypersonic missile projects have not formed any specific combat effectiveness, and the US is only superior to Chongqi (thinks it is) in underwater nuclear submarine power, they will not be able to rely on Virginia-class attack nuclear submarines to defeat the aircraft carrier battle group of Afghanistan and China.

This assumption is absolutely correct.

What is incorrect is the practical part.

It believes that Afghanistan and China are brutal and unjust, and East Asian countries are fighting desperately. Therefore, in order to reduce the navy of Afghanistan and China, a small number of mobilized troops can be stationed on the islands, and anti-ship weapons can be used to ambush passing PLA warships, gradually reducing the power of Afghanistan and China.

That is to say, exchanging the soldiers' skulls for the PLA fleet.

This is the expansion plan for the Littoral Combat Group.

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Author's note: Thank you for your support. The Littoral Combat Group plan is not something I made up, it is a plan made by the US military itself, and it is already on the expansion plan... It's amazing.

Chapter 135: A Little Bit of a Sperm Eater

"On many islands in the Pacific Ocean, we have built permanent barriers, missile bases, helicopter airports and everything else. As long as the many bases are combined like an iron wall, we will be able to lock the enemy fleet in the near sea." The instructor began to talk nonsense according to the PPT.

Japanese people would definitely be more familiar with this.

In essence, it is the same tactic used by Showa Japan in the Pacific battlefield at the end of World War II. Through the human resistance of the first and second island chains, the navy and army of Azhong will suffer a serious blow.

But there are lessons from the past, such as Kuribayashi Tadamichi on Iwo Jima and Ushijima Mitsuru on Ryukyu, who died for the emperor, causing great casualties among soldiers and civilians, but in the end it was all in vain.

From a strategic point of view, if we only look at the first half, isn't this a modern version of the "Nine-stage Gradual Attack Operation" that the Japanese envisioned against the United States during World War II? The difference is that the Japanese torpedo tactics were replaced with portable anti-ship missiles, and the troops that successively resisted the islands were replaced by the vassal army from the Japanese army. It is believed that a successive defense line can be laid from Japan, South Korea, the Philippines, Taiwan to Guam and Hawaii to eliminate the Chinese fleet advantage.

But after watching the second half of the PPT, Li Xinghe couldn't help laughing.

The instructor said: "We are sure that as long as we block the Strait of Malacca at this time and block their energy import and export routes, with the unity of our allies in the free world and our powerful intelligence and democratic propaganda advantages, Chongguo will explode into a color revolution and disintegrate itself within a year due to economic turmoil."

The Japanese still dared to dream of a decisive battle with the American fleet, but the United States did not even expect a decisive battle and relied purely on the fantasy of the self-disintegration of the Arab-Chinese Fleet.

In summary, the United States can ensure the security of its homeland, wear down the Arab and Chinese navies in front of Guam and Hawaii, and at the same time confine the hegemony of Arab and Chinese powers within the island chain, blockade the Malacca Strait, and cause China's economic collapse and self-disintegration.

At this point, this plan has become a fantasy (talking in your sleep).

Of course, fantasy is fantasy, but there must be some meat.

The Coastal Combat Group has always only had concepts, but how to implement them has been a problem.

Major General David Womack, who had returned from Poland, combined his experience with Ukraine and wrote a book called "Guerrilla Warfare Methods" for his subordinates:

"We will conduct urban guerrilla warfare training. The difficulty of this tactic is that we need to train guerrilla fighters with strong fighting will and sufficient capabilities. You, the reserve officers in Japan, are our future pillars and leaders of the guerrillas. You must use your intelligence and wisdom to lead the special warfare guerrillas to fight a desperate battle with the enemy. When necessary, you will be the supervisory team to ensure that the team members under your command will not betray you."

Li Xinghe and others were almost asleep.

Perhaps the Americans, like Chiang Kai-shek, also completely failed to understand the basic principles of guerrilla warfare, so later on, it instantly became the Ukrainian experience, with the U.S. supervision team forcing the Ukrainian militia to go to the battlefield with guns.

As for how to die or how to live, that is not something Americans need to consider.

For this reason, Ukraine's urban scorched earth warfare is not very good.

The course lasted until the afternoon, and after several hours of desk training, everyone left the get out of class tired.

According to the course requirements, this training process will last for several weeks. Not only will students learn urban guerrilla warfare and the tricks of the supervision team, but they will also learn how to fly ordinary aircraft.

Li Xinghe, Mei and Jill formed a three-person team and won first place in the classroom test. After all, the three of them covered the attributes of pilots, doctors, officers and locals at the same time, which made them better in terms of innate attributes.

As soon as he left Yokota Base, Jill started to scold people:

"That's bullshit. The reason for the three-man team is that they think the Chinese army advocates the three-man system during guerrilla warfare, so they form groups of three. However, our infantry squad consists of nine people."

"Let me remind you that when the Chinese army was fighting the three-three system, it was already confronting the American army on the front battlefield." Li Xinghe pointed out the mistake.

Different Americans have completely different misconceptions about the Chinese military, and to this day the U.S. military still doesn't understand why.

Mei, a former military doctor, objected:

"I think this is a scam by the think tank. Did a U.S. military leader buy the think tank's proposal and take kickbacks to make such a fuss?"

"Probably. Like the full power rounds from that shitty XM7 rifle. That shattered my shoulder when I was doing target practice."

As the three drove away, they were notified that they were assigned officers' quarters. Since it was only a weekly class, three people were assigned to one room.

Li Xinghe got out of the car to get a drink, and when he came back he found that Jill was gone.

Mei grabbed his hand and stroked her plump breasts, then licked Li Xinghe's fingertips with her tongue:

"I'm itchy."

Looking at her charming and electrifying eyes, Li Xinghe looked around with some excitement.

Mei smiled and sucked on the first knuckle of her finger: "Don't worry, she's not here. I asked her to pack her luggage for the Air Force dormitory first."

Then there will be no psychological burden.

Li Xinghe unbuttoned Mei's pants and Mei unzipped Li Xinghe's pants.

The two of us hugged each other in the back seat of the car, you sucked my root and I sucked your core. The two of us were in tune with each other and our movements were in sync, enjoying a perfect sexual experience.

Just when we were having fun, we heard the hurried footsteps of military boots.

“Hey guys…”

"Don't panic."

Mei held down the surprised Li Xinghe, first fixed their hair and clothes, then sprayed air cleaner, and then calmly took out the milk from the drink, sipped it directly into her mouth to rinse her mouth, covering the white marks around her mouth.

Jill opened the car door and said excitedly, "Breaking news just now. The Ryukyu U.S. military base has just announced that it will evacuate another Stryker brigade from the 2.8 soldiers stationed in Japan, and withdraw 4000 people to Guam to reorganize the coastal combat group. It is expected that one brigade will be reorganized into two coastal combat groups. Prepare to split and deploy them on the Pacific islands."

Jill laughed when she heard the news.

Isn't this a classic operation of the US military in Iraq, advancing backwards?

As long as we change the direction of attack, who says going to Guam is a retreat?

So she hurried back to share it with her companions.

Then I only saw these two people, one of them holding a box of milk and sucking hard. There seemed to be a smell of air freshener in the car, but Mei had sprayed it in advance when they set out at noon, and Jill couldn't tell whether it was new or old.

She was just confused: "Hey, why don't you talk?"

"Oh, it tastes a bit like sperm." Mei swallowed the milk in one gulp, her expression normal.

Li Xinghe felt far inferior to him.

Other reserve officers from various American expatriate companies and departments also left or simply went out to have sex. No one thought that this crappy coastal combat plan would work.

Like that piece of crap Littoral Combat Ship.

......

When Li Xinghe was called to the Yokota U.S. Forces Japan Headquarters to be trained as a reserve cadre (to deal with think tank plans) (to be played with), and all kinds of chaos occurred, the self-proclaimed "loyal" Oparu Takajo Satsuki drove with two female police officers on the streets of Tokyo.

"Believe me, this is the third time I've planned a murder. Objectively speaking, the first two times were successful." Takajo Satsuki said confidently.

Gaojo Satsuki, who has witnessed Li Xinghe's relationship with the CIA with her own eyes, has psychological repression towards Yuzi and Haruka. She knows that Li Xinghe's relationship with the Public Security Bureau is purely like the outer skin of an onion, with layer after layer of skin peeled off.

"Does it mean that your master has to clean up the mess every time?" Although Master Yuzi was disdainful, he had to admit that this guy was indeed lucky and could always turn danger into safety.

Takajo Satsuki drove skillfully:

"Don't underestimate me. I heard from the prostitutes that there are women selling money around here. Yesterday, I hired two Ukrainian prostitutes to come here to stand on the street or ring doorbells for door-to-door service. Arima Benichi's wife cheated on her husband, so she must have sexual needs. I put sleeping pills in their condoms."

Takajo Satsuki couldn't wait to carry out his murder plan.

"Sleeping pills? Condoms?"

Kasukabe Tamako and Tatsumi Haruka couldn't believe it, but this was the cleverness of Takajo Satsuki.

Open the condom, sprinkle sleeping pills on the inside, and then penetrate into the blood vessels containing feces through mucous membrane contact.

Pharmacologically, this step alone could cause the horse's death.

Soon, they appeared near Arima's family.

The prostitutes were already waiting at the door. They stretched out their hands to indicate that they were done. Arima Junichi had already fallen asleep on the bed.

Takajo Satsuki confiscated their IDs, gave them US dollars first, and then threatened them not to say anything, and to hide in a safe house as soon as there was any problem.

American suicides often involve three gunshot wounds in a parking lot, while Japanese suicides often involve hanging.

Therefore, Takajo Satsuki directed two female detectives to drag Arima Benyi off the bed, change the bedding and bedspread, and then hang him in the bedroom.

The worthless professional bureaucrat who was used by Tokyo Station committed suicide just like that.

Takajo Satsuki used his computer to write a suicide note with the theme of "my wife cheated on me and my son is not my biological son". It was a short essay written in great detail.

"Complete."

The three of them stood in the bedroom on the second floor, feeling thankful that things had gone smoothly.

Then they saw Li Xinghe's uncle, Chiyonobu Kohei, standing on the balcony of the house next door, staring at them by the window.

Behind Chiyonobu Kohei, there was also a dead body that had committed suicide.

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Author's Note: Thank you for your support.

Chapter 136: Inheritance of Close Relative Marriage

"Boss, we've wiped your ass for you."

Gao Tiao Wuyue called Li Xinghe cautiously, not daring to make a sound.

"what?"

Li Xinghe, who had just driven off the highway and was about to report to Chiyo Hinahiki and go home together, didn't expect for a moment what she had done.

Could it be that you can help launder the virtual currency?

"It's about Arima Benichi investigating you. We've already sent Arima Benichi to heaven, but the problem is... we met your uncle. Oh my God, now we need you to rescue us, Boss~ Help~"

Takajo Satsuki had a sad face and started howling for help halfway through her speech.

As Li Xinghe's genius strategist, Takajo Satsuki planned three murders, and indeed achieved results, but it seemed that each time he could cause new problems. The first time he assassinated Ono Daiji, he was caught by Li Xinghe and used as a representative of the Japanese naturalization movement; the second time he murdered a cult member, so that Kasugabe Tamako would find Li Xinghe to join the gang and investigate the cause of death of her husband and Shikamichi Tsuyoshi; the third time he murdered Arima Benichi, he was caught by his uncle Chiyonobu Kohei.

"My uncle?"

Li Xinghe was even more confused about what happened during his tutoring at Yokota Base.

The phone was then transferred to Chiyonobu Kohei's hands, and he said calmly:

"Xinghe, go to Chunqiu Pavilion."