On that day, in the Japanese Consulate in Fengten, Taro Ono and Yuuyuki Kawamoto sat opposite each other and conspired to make a big deal.

"Kun Kawamoto, Prince Zairen, is on his way to Russia and is about to return home recently. Fengtian is the only way to go, and Marshal Zhang must be going to Fengtian Station to welcome him and see him off." Ono Taro said lightly, but his tone was unknowingly mixed with two joys.

How smart Kawamoto Yuyuki was, he immediately understood, "Oh, this is a great opportunity!"

Prince Zairen is the younger brother of the Japanese Emperor, and his status is noble. Zhang is able to control Fengtian, which is inseparable from the Japanese's long-standing support. Faced with such a person, it is necessary to go to the station to welcome and see him off.

The cabinet minister gave him an order as early as the month, and it is now late May. This does not mean that they are dereliction of duty, they are more anxious than anyone else.

However, Mr. Zhang has never left them with great opportunities. The guards who traveled were protected very tightly, and he himself worked in the general's office for a long time, so the opportunities were even rarer.

This is really the first time they have had such a good opportunity.

Yuyu Kawamoto asked greedily: "Ono, the second place on our assassination list, what about Yuan Pengfei? Will he go to welcome and see him off together?"

He wanted to get rid of Yuan Pengfei together, but there was no one who could take charge of the overall situation. Fengtian City would have no leader, and it would be easy for the people of Zongshe Party to lead troops in directly.

Normally, as Yuan Pengfei's identity, there is no need to go to see him off. If you stay in the mansion, there is no way to talk about assassination.

Taro Ono lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then looked up and said, "Kawamoto, I'll find a way here to let him go with Marshal Zhang as much as possible to welcome and see him off. For the assassination mission and the independence movement of the Soshu Party, please Kawamoto."

"Yes, please." Kawamoto Yuyuki bowed his head and bowed.

Taro Ono is a Huaxiatong, and has been here for several years. Naturally, he has met many friends, and these people are also guests of Dashuai Zhang.

Under his simplicity and temptation, the provincial capital's secret spy commander Tang Yulu unknowingly got involved.

In the early morning of the 27th, Mr. Zhang ordered him to prepare five luxury Russian carriages to show his importance to welcome and send off Prince Zairen.

Tang Yulu suggested, as if she was possessed by a demon, "Master, why not bring Yuan Pengfei with her! Japanese envoy Ono once said that Prince Zairen attaches great importance to the big businessmen, maybe they can chat with him!"

Zhang Dashuai had never heard of this kind of thing, and he thought Prince Zairen was really like this, so he agreed without thinking.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, Yuan Pengfei stood beside Zhang Dashen in a daze, looking at the so-called superior Prince Zai Ren, wondering why he came here?

Could he be so handsome as he is in the face of the queue?

The train added water and coal, and pulled the beeping whistle and set off again.

After seeing off the distinguished guest, Zhang Dashuai pulled him into the carriage behind him, muttering: "Didn't this Prince Zairen attach importance to the big businessman? Why did he say he didn't mention it after a greeting?"

Only then did Yuan Pengfei realize why he came here, and he was quite amused and crying.

Japan has a small country with scarce resources, and some important businesses have been held tight by major consortiums for a long time, and there is nothing to do in domestic businesses.

What is really important is importing and exporting, getting the raw materials back, and then processing them into industrial products to make huge profits.

Now the European war is in full swing, and two-thirds of the world's industrial producers are in a war. A large number of markets need to be seized, and there is no problem of competitors at all.

All capitalists increased their production at full capacity, worked hard to transport industrial products to Europe, and then pulled the whole ship back to pull the money, which was simply a fortune.

His identity as a giant deep sea crocodile was not exposed, but his identity was on the surface. Can the Japanese Emperor's younger brother condescend and tell him something nonsense?

Official-oriented thinking is also influenced by China. Prince Zai Ren and Lao Zhang are in love with each other and talking about the things that politicians are concerned about is the right way.

Under the protection of the guards, five luxurious Russian carriages slowly advanced towards the Marshal's Mansion. But when they walked to Xiaoximen Street, a pair of fierce eyes as vicious as wolves poked out from the window in a room facing the street.

Yasuo Oshima, a former Japanese captain, participated in the Russo-Japanese War and was also a long-lived backbone of the army. He retired after the war.

Hiroyuki Kawamoto summoned many retired military personnel in the Manchurian Railway Affiliated Area. Oshima Yakumo had a high position, and he valued the Bushido origins.

This time, he will serve as the main attacker. Whether successful or not, his life will be difficult to save.

Yasuo Oshima was really not afraid of death. He stared at the most glorious and arrogant official walking in front of him, silently muttering in his heart that he dedicated himself to His Majesty the Emperor.

When he reached the best bomb drop distance, the bomb in his hand flew out accurately. In an instant, the smoke of gunpowder filled Xiaoximen Street and was in chaos.

Tang Yulu was killed on the spot, and five or six guard soldiers who were following him were killed.

Zhang Dashuai sat in the carriage behind and escaped. His mind was particularly flexible. He knew that things had changed, so he immediately jumped off the carriage, jumped onto the horse's back, and exchanged tops with the guards at an extremely fast speed, preparing to retreat.

Yuan Pengfei is not a fool either. He knows who buried the bomb in Huanggutun, and can't calculate who is doing this?

In his perception, it is normal for Lao Zhang to be assassinated, and the enemy must be staring at him.

Leaving Lao Zhang with his face is equivalent to supporting roles catching up to the protagonist's side with all his might. The protagonist can always survive with a halo protection. Of course, the only one who suffers is the supporting role, he is not that stupid.

"Father-in-law, I will take people back to the Marshal's Mansion to attract their attention. You will take people back to the General's Office and take care of everything."

Yuan Pengfei solemnly said, lit two guards, picked up a box cannon from Xiaoxibianmenbeihuhutong, walked through the Daxibianmenmen to detour back to the Marshal's Mansion.

Although he said beautifully, he was actually able to listen. Which commander, hundreds of guards stood staring at him and asked the two guards to protect him?

The assassin is not that stupid, right?

But this is really hard to say. Don’t overestimate the brain capacity of the assassin. In this tense moment of life and death, even after professional training, there are not many brains that don’t rust.

When Yuan Pengfei passed by the gate of Fengtian University, he suddenly ran out of the doorman and threw a bomb at him.

There was no barrier on the street, and Yuan Pengfei was so scared that he was shocked, but he couldn't bear to use his life-saving skill, so he quickly leaned over and pressed against the horse's back and rushed over.

"boom!"

A roaring explosion sounded, accompanied by two screams. Yuan Pengfei knew that the two guards had been reimbursed.

Although he was lucky and didn't get bombed directly, he didn't feel much better. His hat was blown away by the air waves, and his left arm was cut a foot-long hole by the bomb fragments, and it turned into a blood gourd.

The assassin, who had no bombs, didn't want to let him go, took out a pistol and stared at his back and wanted to shoot.

It's tolerant, but who can't bear it!

How could Yuan Pengfei be the kind of person who doesn’t fight back when he is beaten?

He held the reins of the horse with bloody hands, gritted his teeth and took them back, and the box cannon was exerted.

"Smack!"

The assassin had no idea that he would fight back, and had no sense of dodging. He fell to the ground with all three shots.

Yuan Pengfei did not dare to stay for a long time, so he drove his horse to continue on the road. After a while, when he returned to the Marshal's Mansion, the horse fell to the ground and seemed to be out of control.

This was not a time of emotion. He didn't bother to rest and ordered the guards to protect the general's mansion. After a brief bandage, he took people to the general's office.

What is the situation of Zhang Dashuai and how to deal with it in the future are urgent.

However, Marshal Zhang changed into the guard's top and watched Yuan Pengfei leave. Under the protection of the surrounding horse team, he did not dare to walk the avenue and walked around the alley path back to the general's office.

But who knows how many assassins the Japanese arranged?

When Zhang Dashuai rode past Fengtian Library on a horse, a man suddenly ran out of the library and threw a bomb at him.

As Mr. Zhang galloped at the horse, the bomb exploded behind him, and the air waves only exploded his hat, and the man was safe and sound.

The assassin was even more unlucky. He was hit by the vital points by the bomb shrapnel he threw out. He screamed and rolled on the street a few times, and then died.

The guards guarding him had no chance to show themselves, which was a pity.

However, when Marshal Zhang rushed back to the general's office, his horse was already covered in sweat, his hind legs were bleeding, and his horse's belly was also injured.

When the guard saw this situation, he knew something was wrong, so he quickly led his men to set up machine guns at the door. The guard was also urgently summoned, and the entire general's office was on alert.

Shuai Zhang started cursing again: "Mom, this must be done by little Japanese. No one except them dares to be so arrogant."

He was already filled with anger. He already knew the news that Tang Yulu was killed. If the assassin hadn't known him, the one who was lying there with a corpse now would be him, Zhang Dashuai.

Thinking about the bomb that passed by, if the horse he sat down was not a good horse and ran fast enough, he would not have stood here safely and furious now.

After walking in front of the god of death, he was almost crazy.

Zhang Zuoxiang stood aside and watched him get angry quietly. He knew that this kind of persuasion was useless. Others would not understand the mood of the person involved, and they could only vent their feelings.

After a while, another listener was added. Yuan Pengfei stood at the door with a calm face and said nothing, feeling angry. However, his anger could not be vented by just a few words.

If you dare to attack him, you will have to pay for your blood debt.

He had just stood for a few minutes when the guards came in to report: "The captain of the Japanese Railway Guard and the Japanese Consul General in Fengtian came to express their condolences."

The condolences are fake and the inquiry is real. The Japanese want to see the effect of this bombing.

Zhang Dashuai also knew in his heart and said to Ono Taro, Consul General in Fengtian: "Hmph, it's not that easy for someone to hit me Zhang Zuolin!"

Seeing that he looked calm and pretended to say something he didn't believe, Taro Ono couldn't help but secretly called himself amazement.

When he saw Yuan Pengfei with a sad face, he smiled and couldn't tell that he wanted to kill Yuan Pengfei.

But when the Japanese left, Zhang Dashuai mocked the Japanese again and scolded them.

They waited quietly for the news, and the spies from the General Administration took some effort to examine the bodies of the three assassins, but also made major discoveries.

Although these three assassins were wearing clothes of ordinary Chinese people, their feet were obviously often worn by wooden clogs, so they were sure they were Japanese.

When everyone got this news, they were not surprised, they just verified their thoughts.

Although Marshal Zhang scolded him hard after closing the door, he did not suffer fatal injuries and was in the Japanese circle of power, he did not dare to hold him accountable. He swallowed his anger and said to his subordinates: "Don't investigate, let's get it down!"

He knew very well that since it was impossible to seek guilt from the Japanese, then if he continued to pursue the matter, he would only bring shame to himself.

Therefore, we must adopt a pretentious attitude towards this assassination without knowing it and not prosecuting it.

Moreover, this assassination gave Zhang Zuolin an important lesson, which made him understand that it is necessary to be a Japanese puppet, and it is very dangerous to be a Japanese puppet.

Lao Zhang bought himself a lesson with the life of a brigade commander. Yuan Pengfei didn't need to buy this lesson. He only knew that he could not let go of the Japanese who murdered him.

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To be continued...