Chapter 327 Study Abroad Spy

March is here, and the weather in southern China is entering spring, but it is difficult to detect this in the cold air.

A team of guard cavalry escorted the special car of the head of the government, and ran straight to the administrative center of the east district along the avenue running through the center of Guangzhou. These cavalry were all wearing bright light armor, but did not ride tall war horses, but drove majestic military motorcycles.

The breath exhaled from the exhaust pipe flowed like white mist in the cold air, the dark blue dragon flag flying in the wind, and the metal decoration at the top of the military cap and spear shone silver in the sun.

Pedestrians on the road stood watching the queues and whispered to each other.

"That's the Head of State"

"That's Lord Li Wansheng's convoy"

This 72-year-old head of state who was full of glory in the United States of China, his gorgeous clothes were straight, and his eyes as gentle as a stag-like vicissitudes emerged from the car window, which was in sharp contrast to his warm face. He seemed to be worried about a certain problem, revealing a face as cold as a rock, and his expression was serious.

The two Japanese walking on the road also stopped and stared at the convoy running through the front of them.

"Kejima-kun, that's Li Wansheng." A young man named Keiki Taro said to his companions.

It was the early morning of March 7, 1931. Although the cold air was so cold, the long-lost sunshine appeared over Guangzhou.

At this moment, a commotion suddenly occurred in the alley next to the road, mixed with roars and rapid footsteps. A young man with black hair rushed into the street frantically, and several police officers blushed and chased them closely.

The young man was exhausted, gasping for breath, and rushed to the convoy where the head of state Li Wansheng was. The cavalry escorted the car immediately rushed out and blocked the young man. The police officer also caught up in time, cursing and tying the young man.

The high-end car carrying Li Wansheng drove away from the scene at the same speed as if nothing had happened, and the motorized cavalry who had left the team immediately rushed back to their original posts.

"Get up, you anarchist"

A police officer dragged the young man up and slapped him hard. The action was like some kind of signal, and several fists immediately hit the young man's chin, lips and chest one after another.

"Let you taste the bitterness."

"You socialist demon"

The young man's nose and lips were bleeding, he stared at the police officer with a hot look, then pointed to the moat gate standing in the west, racked his strength and shouted loudly: "One day, the flag of international redism will fly high at the top of that door, and one day, you will definitely see..."

"Shut up, you crazy guy."

"I'm still talking crazy."

The police officer punched again and soon dragged the fainted young man away.

The two Japanese who witnessed this scene from beginning to end looked at each other without realizing it.

"Qingjijun, is that person going to harm the head of the Hualian?"

"This may be because he was hunted and rushed over." Keiyoshi Taro didn't know how to explain, so he had to talk nonsense.

The replyer was Keiyoshi Taro, a young man in his twenties, who was tall and had very good facial features among Japanese people. The other was Yoshinosuke Kitashima, a middle-aged man with thirty-six years old, wearing glasses, and was considered a short, fat man with round face. They all had decent short moustaches as the trend at that time.

Kitashima Yoshinosuke was ten years older than Keiyoshitaro, but because he entered school later and Keiyoshitaro falsely reported his age to enroll in school early, Kitaru graduated from the Medical Department of the University of Tokyo two years later. Therefore, they are not only of age but also get along like the same generation.

"I know nothing about the socialist affairs." Kitami Shinnosuke looked confused. "But what is internationalism?"

"I don't know much. It seems that the organization developed by Makhe and Engels and others in 1848 was the organization that developed. The government departments of Hualian have always felt very difficult for these people."

"They are really strange. Where else are they not satisfied with such a superior civilized society?"

"Um……"

While studying in Germany, Keiyoshi Taro once heard a speech by a socialist, but it was just out of curiosity and did not fully understand their opinions, and of course it could not be said to obey their beliefs.

For young people who have just broken out of Japanese feudal society and have only been baptized by modern civil society, it is really something that has a huge gap in levels and is too stimulating, and it is not something that those who use public funds to study medicine should come into contact with.

However, when Keiyoshi Taro looked at the gate of Guangzhou Xicheng in front of him intentionally or unintentionally, the shouts of the young man just now were stirred in his heart.

"Is that really just crazy talk?" he muttered to himself.

"What did you say?"

"The young man just said that one day the banner of international redism will hang high on that door. Do you dare to say that there will definitely be this day in the future?"

"I think it's hard to imagine, how could you think of this kind of thing?"

"The changes in history are really fierce, just take what happened not long ago..." Keiyoshi Taro stared at the gate of the West Castle again. This magnificent gate, designed by the Qing Empire in the late 18th century according to defense needs, and then embedded with a bronze statue of the tiger's forehead made by craftsmen, is the symbol and pride of Yangcheng, but...

"In the autumn of 1924, the ** army attacked Guangzhou. Sun Yixian came into the city from the gate with great enthusiasm, and brought the bronze statue of the tiger to his home to commemorate his victory."

"Well, I've heard of this, too."

"But history has now completely reversed, look."

Keiyoshi Taro pointed to the gorgeous statue of the Canglong God shining under the dawn. This victory monument in Tianhe Square proudly told the world about the three victories of the Chinese army: the counterattack against Guangdong, the battle of revival of Guangxi, and the battle of expulsion into Hunan.

With every victory, Hualian's land is expanding and its power continues to expand. Now, it has become the overlord of the Southeast, and has strong strength throughout China, which has attracted the attention of the world.

"Think about it, five years ago, how many people could foresee that the ** Party would decline in just a few years? At that time, who imagined that Hualian would most likely become the master of the New China?"

"You are right. We really cannot predict the future world. The only thing that is certain is that human science will continue to improve." Kitashima Yoshinosuke also agreed with the words of Keikitaro. Hualian's potential is much better than the ** government that occupies the central government.

This is also the fundamental reason why Japan has begun to focus mainly on China's southeastern coast. This emerging new force has threatened the Japanese Empire's hegemony in East Asia.

In particular, the Hualian Navy began to break through its original strategic pattern and expand its fleet greatly, which has actually shaken Japan's maritime hegemony. As an island country, its attention to the maritime lifeline is unimaginable to land countries, and it concerns the life and death of the entire nation.

Hualian is located in the southeast coastal area of ​​China. Once a strong navy is established, it will inevitably threaten the safety of Japan's waterway to the South Ocean. This will make it even worse for the already recession of the country's economy. Japan's throat will also be in the hands of other countries.

How can this be done

It is also because of this that Japan began to continuously strengthen the intelligence agencies here and carry out detailed intelligence collection work on the Alliance of China. The Japanese Empire must comprehensively evaluate the foundation of this new political force and analyze what major impact this will have on the empire's future national policy.

This is a strategic situation involving the foundation of the country. How can one neglect it because of contempt?

Although they were intelligence personnel, Kitajima and Kyukhi were both students and entered several private universities in Hualian under the name of studying abroad. There are also many foreign students here, and the two of them are not conspicuous. Even though Kitajima is a little old, this is not surprising in this era.

In May of the last year, the Hualian and the ** Army reached a comprehensive ceasefire agreement. In order to prevent the other party's revenge, Li Wansheng also carried out a clever foreign policy, contacted major domestic forces one by one, and brought the so-called "peace" to China.

However, in the Hualian, he suffered from long-term opposition with Buddhists, and recently he was even more worried that the power of the redists has continued to grow. The red door is like an ideological plague. As long as human beings are still in the industrial age, this kind of resentment caused by the gap between the rich and the poor is the soil for red transformation to grow.

The future is really unpredictable. The fate of China in a hundred years, no, or even ten years later, is unpredictable. Not only that, but even what will happen to one year later is unknown.

Thinking of this, Kitajima and Keiki sighed unconsciously.

This year should be their last year of studying in China. Of course, there is a military doctor waiting for him after returning to China, but this arrangement made him feel anxious. Recently, he has always been troubled by some kind of depression and often spends an insomnia night in an unbearable sense of emptiness...

He looked at his companion inadvertently. Kitashima Yoshinosuke seemed to have forgotten about the socialist incident, and his expression suddenly became like a dream, with confusion and hesitation.

"I'm probably thinking about the issue of intelligence collection again. I'm really a simple and fanatical person." Thinking of this, Keiki Taro himself had tasted the satisfaction of studying and researching, but at this moment he felt that this kind of life suddenly became a distant past.

"Qingjijun, do you still have to work in the army?"

Kitashima Yoshinosuke suddenly asked him, facing Kitashima, who was honest but constantly showed keen insight, Keiyoshi Taro was a little surprised.

"Well... I'm still working on the matter investigation work this time. Before I go back, if the army here is not the medical officer of the team, it will be unbearable for the Army Province to face it. It will probably be issued at the end of June or early July."

"Is that so? To be honest, you don't want to go, right? "

Keiyoshi Taro curled his lips: "Military doctors are also soldiers. They must absolutely obey orders and cannot act according to their own will."

"But I heard from other people that when you become a team doctor, someone was instigating you behind the scenes."

Kitaro Yoshinosuke's question did not answer, but Kitajima's words did point to the center of gravity. Recently, this was also the case he was worried about. He had long realized that this was a drama directed by Nobuo Taniguchi, who was also a military doctor and a sinister and ambitious Nobuo Taniguchi, who was in a good relationship with him, and was directed by Captain Kobayashi Masaa.

Kobayashi Masaan is just a supervisor for the Army students studying in Germany. Although he is a strong and upright warrior, he is also simple and easy to be taken advantage of. As long as he has a high-sounding reason, he can believe it without doubt and will not ponder the inside story.

Since Kobayashi took office in May last year, Taniguchi has been approaching him frequently, and even heard that he had a STD from the woman introduced by Taniguchi.

"The Japanese are so sad. They are all narrow-minded. It must be because you have achieved too good grades in the research institute and are jealous."

Seeing Kitashima Yoshinosuke's excited look, Keiyoshi Taro could only smile bitterly: "It's not that good either."

"No, it's really rare for people like you to complete five or six studies with just a little time."

Indeed, Keiyoshi Taro wrote six valuable pure academic papers during his study abroad. Even Keiyoshi Taro himself couldn't help but feel proud, but he believed that the reason why Taniguchi alienated himself was not due to jealousy, but had a more humble motivation.

Since the next military medical director, Masato Kuroshi, who was the most popular military medical supervisor, visited Berlin last year, Taniguchi has coveted his assistant position, and he has become a thorn in his side. After returning to Japan, such interpersonal relationship entanglements may be even more complicated. When he thinks of this, Keiki feels a little discouraged.

However, Keiyoshi Taro didn't want to tell Kitajima about this, let alone this is just a small part of his troubles.

The two of them were now walking from east to west through the gate of the West City.

Keiyoshi Taro suddenly remembered that he was standing on this 60-meter-wide boulevard four years ago, with birch trees planted on both sides. At that time, everything was fresh surprise, everything fascinated him, his passionate fame and desire for knowledge filled his heart, and everything at that time made him miss him infinitely.

"Kejima-kun," said Keiki Taro suddenly, "What did we get when we study here?" Keiki Taro seemed to be about to finish his breath in one breath and continued, "All this is indeed a rich harvest, but in the future I may not be able to become a researcher. Wouldn't this knowledge be wasted? As a person, what did I get as a person?"

Although Hualian does not advocate Western medicine, it has also developed many Western medical agents. These chemical agents that can be produced in large quantities using industrial methods are increasingly being paid attention to by countries around the world. Japan has also sent many teams of international students to Hualian.

Hualian's official official does not exclude these people, but it will not teach the core. However, the basic research part alone does have exchanges and cooperation with each other. The differences between countries do not seem to bring about gaps in the academic field.

Bei Dao blinked: "It's hard to understand your meaning at once. Are you also involved in the concepts and philosophy that Germans like?" Qingji had studied in Germany for quite some time before, and only came to Guangzhou in the past four years. Therefore, Bei Dao, who is familiar with him, is also a harmless joke.

But for some reason, Keiki Taro was silent. Kitashima might not have such anxiety as he had to stay in Guangzhou for a while. Or maybe he was a natural scholar who spent all day working on bacterial science and intelligence collection work assigned by the military, and was not the same as himself.

He remembered the socialist youth who was arrested just now. He could not understand that idea, but knew that youth did what they wanted to do with a sense of mission. Like many fanatical young people in China, Keiyoshi Taro was also attracted by the idea of ​​redness, and Japan in this era was also troubled by universal poverty.

Keiyoshi Taro had seen such injustice in his country. The country is becoming prosperous and strong day by day, but the people still live in dire straits. The poor are in rags and work day and night for only enough food to survive.

However, the wealthy upper-class politicians and businessmen live a luxurious life every day, and the social dissatisfaction and resentment are completely ignored by the government.

Therefore, Qingji also unconsciously developed a jealous and envious relationship with the fanatical young disciple of the Red Gate just now and the simple-minded Kitajima.

In the evening, Keiyoshi Taro returned to the house he rented next to the street of the middle-class civilian residential area. This street is about one kilometer east of Xikan, and is the oldest district in Guangzhou.

In this area, dirty and narrow buildings stand next to each other, and men with sharp and weird eyes and girls with heavy makeup come in and out. Having said that, every week and holiday, Buddhist believers wear various dresses similar to Japanese cassocks to come here for a ceremony.
To be continued...