This is the oldest commercial district in Tokyo. Most of the surrounding stores are from Tokyo time-honored brands. Merchants spare no effort to decorate the store, and they are decorated very exquisitely from the outside to the inside.

"Are you interested in having a drink?" Nakajima Yasuke suddenly suggested. Ritakanosuke hesitated and shook his head with a wry smile: "Nakajima, you are kind-hearted, you probably don't know. I'm still in suspicion. Special High School thinks I'm a Chinese spy, look..." Ritakanosuke signaled to two suits, and the suit was pretending in front of the stall.

"You are in a critical position, and now you are in contact with me, it will cause trouble for you." Ritakanosuke did not hide anything, and he was being suspicious, and his attitude seemed very sincere, but Kazuya Nakajima glanced at the suit without caring about it and smiled contemptuously: "These people are always stolen, and General Ishihara is still being surveilled. The failure of North China is not a failure of intelligence. Our failure, but more importantly, the lack of strength. Okamura Kun took responsibility for the wrong decisions of the military headquarters."

Riotakasuke sighed, and Okamura Yasuji led his troops to surrender, creating the first case of Japanese army surrender, which caused a huge shock in the Japanese army. The military headquarters accused angrily while busy eliminating the influence, but the generals of the North China Expeditionary Army who broke through were deeply sympathetic. Whether it was Nakajima Yasuke or Riotakasuke Oto Miji, they did not think that Okamura Yasuke surrendered because he was afraid of death.

"If you are a spy, you shouldn't refuse to drink with me. I can give me some information after drinking, and they just happened to catch you." Kazunashima Kazunaya seemed to be joking. Ritakanosuke shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Since that's the case, I have to go."

Tanabe's face was a little bad, so he could only follow the two of them to go west. Now, in Japan, it is not easy to drink. The government has ordered a ban on making wine with grain. Sake on the market has long disappeared, and the few remaining wines were snatched away by nobles and commercial giants as soon as they were launched. The price was not something ordinary citizens can care about. Even general-level officers like Kazuya Nakajima could not bear it.

Kazuya Nakajima took the two to a small tavern near Ueno Park. The hall was very small, and there were only three small tables in it except for the bar.

"Nakajima, you are here."

It seems that Kazukai Nakajima often comes here. As soon as they entered the door, the waitress who was responsible for the reception came over to greet him. Kazukai Nakajima smiled at her, and then introduced Ritakanosuke Wadabe: "These are two of my friends, Ritakakun Wadabe."

The waitress saluted the two: "Welcome, are you officers too?"

Ritakanosuke Kawadabe didn't know how to answer, and the two were a little embarrassed. Kazuya Nakajima rescued them: "It's not that they retired due to injuries."

"Oh, that's a pity." The waitress showed a regretful expression, and then asked curiously: "Are you injured in North China? "Yes, you were injured when you broke through North China." Nakajima Kangan replied without changing his mind: "Zhizi first gives us two pots of sake, then three dishes, and choose what your father is good at."

"Okay." The waitress agreed with a smile, turned around and ran towards the bar.

Ritakanosuke Wadabe sat down, and Nakajima Katsuya looked at Zhiko's back and whispered: "This tavern is the owner of their family's ancestral business, Zhiko is also a military family. Her husband died in the battle of Wuhan and lived in a difficult countryside, so she took her children back to her parents' home to live."

"Alas" Tianbian sighed: "So many emperors and men fought bravely for the empire,.........

But Ritakanosuke didn't answer. As soon as the curtain was lifted, the suit followed him in. Zhizi hurriedly went up to greet him. The suit looked at the tavern. The tavern was too small, with three tables close to each other, so they could only sit next to Ritakanosuke and others.

"Kun Nakajima, do you know there is wine here?" Ritakasuke asked.

"You don't know this. This restaurant has a secret recipe. Every year after the cherry blossoms, they collect cherry petals, mix them with last year's cherry and strawberries, and add a little oat to make a unique fruit wine. Although it is not as strong as sake, it tastes very good."

"Is that right? Then I have to do it twice more from now on." Ritakanosuke expressed a strong interest. Compared with China, Japan is not worth mentioning in terms of diet, and there are few special things.

"Nakajima, I'm still leisurely now and have time to go shopping and take photos." Tabaya looked at the camera at Nakajima, with a hint of blame in his tone.

Nakajima did not answer, picked up the camera, pressed the shutter at the busy Zhizi. Crack, Zhizi turned his head to see Nakajima and smiled at him. Nakajima put down the camera and sighed: "I feel very uncomfortable when I think these beautiful things are about to disappear. Since I am destined to be destroyed, let's leave some beautiful photos."

Nakajima's words were a little sad, and the atmosphere on the table became a little dull. Ritakanosuke and Tadabe knew what Kazuya Nakajima meant. No matter how the newspaper cheered the citizens, Tokyo was destined to be bombed, and these stores that had been preserved for hundreds of years were destined to be turned into ashes.

"Kun Nakajima, you are a little pessimistic. Although the situation is unfavorable, you are not desperate yet. If the Joint Fleet can defeat the US Pacific Fleet, we can also get a better terms of peace talks.

Ritsunosuke lifted the teapot and poured water on Nakajima while comforting him.

Nakajima smiled self-deprecatingly and picked up the cup and swallowed it like drinking, then held it in his hand and played, staring at the tea cup that was rotating with his fingers.

"Yes, the United Fleet currently has an advantage over the Pacific Fleet, and it should be able to defeat the Pacific Fleet." Tanabe also agreed: "Nakashima, you are too pessimistic, cheer up, the empire still has hope." The sarcasm on Katsuya Nakashima's face became stronger. He looked at Takanosuke and sighed: "Kukashima, this is not like you. It's only been a few days since you left the army, and your sense of smell has disappeared. You are still in suspicion and dare not speak."

As Nakajima looked at him, Ritsunosuke lowered his head with guilt, but Tanabe defended unconvincedly: "Kun Nakajima, do you think the Joint Fleet cannot defeat the Pacific Fleet? The Joint Fleet is currently the most powerful fleet in the world."

Nakajima lu burst into mocking eyes: "Tabean, seven years ago, we also said that the Imperial Army is the most powerful army in the world, and the Kanto Army is the most powerful army in the world. Now? The United States' production capacity is ten times that of Japan and five times that of our shipbuilding capacity. After three years of war, the Joint Fleet did not build a new aircraft carrier and did not add a battleship. What about the Americans?" "Although the United States' industrial capacity is strong, the American industry can only produce lighter radios, and women's cosmetics! It is impossible to build guns and warships at all!" Tabean became more and more dissatisfied and blamed him with some anger.

Kazuki Nakajima burst into laughter, his shoulders shaking wildly. Zhizi didn't know what was going on, so he hurried over and asked what was wrong. Kazuki Nakajima waved his hand and signaled that nothing was wrong.

Zhizi left with doubts. Before leaving, she kept asking him what he needed. Ritakanosuke explained a few words lightly before Zhizi watched Nakashima leave with concern.

Tanabe's words were the words of some officers in the military when Japan chose to start the war. When the United Fleet Commander Iroku Yamamoto was studying in the United States and also served as a military officer in the United States. He was very familiar with the industrial strength of the United States, so he firmly opposed the war against the United States. The officers of the Army Province announced that American factories could only produce toy photo machines, and Americans could not bear the battle between corpses and blood, Americans were afraid of death, etc. But now all these wishful thinking words were proved to be ridiculous lies.

Now Nakajima heard similar words from Tanabe's mouth again, which made him feel ridiculous. Amid Nakajima's laughter, Tanabe's face gradually turned red, and he was a little angry and embarrassed.

"Nakajima, is this funny?" Tanabe's voice increased slightly.

Kasuke Nakajima suddenly laughed, and he looked at Tanabe and shook his head: "Tabe, I didn't expect you to be so naive. If the American factory can only produce toy cameras, I think the Imperial Air Force and the Navy really hope to have such toys."

Tanabe was speechless, and Ritakasuke sighed and relieved him: "Yes, no one expected that the war lasted for so long, and we made a mistake in our judgment of the United States at the beginning."

Nakajima did not refute this time. Zhizi brought the wine and vegetables. She asked Nakajima with some concern if there was anything wrong. Nakajima comforted her that she was fine. After Zhizi left, Nakajima picked up the wine glass, but did not toast Takanosuke, Katabena and then started drinking.

Rikio Nobusuke drank the wine, his eyes rolled, half of which was liáo, and he said in persuasion: "Kun Nakajima, your mood is not right.

We should be more courageous in difficult times, this is the wind-nosed that warriors should have.”

"Yes, Nakajima, muster up the courage to show off the spirit of a samurai to fight for the empire!" Tanabe also encouraged.

Nakajima looked at Mi Li: "It's not that I don't want to fight, but I can't find a way to save the Japanese. No, not at all. Li Gaojun, do you know, I can't find a way! There is no way, there is no way, the empire is going to be destroyed, Tokyo is going to be finished! Everything is over!"

Two lines of tears flowed down Nakajima's eyes, and Takasuke fully understood Nakajima's pain. As a senior general who was at the center and was arrogant and talented, he could not come up with any way to witness the crisis. This pain is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

"What nonsense!"

Ritakanosuke turned his head and looked at it, but he was one of the two suits. These two suits were easy to distinguish. One was a little older, in his thirties, with a little bit of beard under his nose: the other was twenty-five or six years old, with a short scar on the corner of his eyebrows.

The person who spoke was the 25 or 6-year-old scar man. The scar man looked a little moved, and the little beside him looked helpless. The scar man glared at Kasuke Nakajima and Ritakanosuke: "As a senior general of the empire, if he actually spreads such a defeatist tendency, it would be a serious crime! You, you should apologize to the Emperor!"!
Chapter completed!