On the evening of September 7, a group of people dressed in ordinary people hurriedly walked out of the side door of the palace. The man guarded in the middle looked pale, his steps were sloppy, and his eyes were confused.

As the emperor of this pseudo-rule regime, he began to be worried before he could live a stable life for a few days.

His Majesty the Emperor is very clear about this.

Why did he let the Japanese manipulate? The reason is very simple.

First, the "emperor" had a dream of restoring the country in his heart.

Second, he wanted to live, but he didn't want to be a doll placed in a museum or prison.

It was these two reasons that prompted him to still obey the Japanese while being surrounded by Changchun and run to Goryeo in shame.

"Your Majesty, take care of yourself..."

"Your Majesty, the old minister is incompetent..."

Some diehard members knelt at the door and cried, looking at the back that was in a disarray, their eyes full of reluctance.

The crying behind him came into the ears of His Majesty the Emperor. He felt a burst of panic and subconsciously grabbed the arm of the guard next to him.

There were more than 30 people around Puyi. Except for the two concubines he loved and three old ministers whom he thought were very capable, the rest were all guards, and Kawashima Fangzi was in the guards.

Although they pretended to be ordinary people who fled, the target of more than 30 people was still a bit big.

Puyi was very worried about his safety. He wanted to take one or two hundred people with him, but was forcibly stopped by Kawashima Fangzi and the Japanese.

A group of people walked out of Changchun City in panic and fled along the retreat route agreed upon by Yoshiko Kawashima and the Japanese.

“Huhhhh……”

Less than an hour after leaving the city, Puyi and others were already panting and could not run at all.

The Japanese who led the team had no choice but to let a few guards run with them on their backs.

We must stay away from Changchun as much as possible through the cover of the night. It would be better if we could jump out of the Chinese encirclement before dawn.

After midnight, a group of people walked out of the last position controlled by the Japanese army.

"Resting for 15 minutes, you will likely encounter the Chinese army on the next journey. Remember, we are ordinary people who flee and cannot reveal our identities at any time!" The officer leading the intelligence agency whispered:

"We have to walk all the way to the Sino-North Korea border. After we reach the border, we will have people to respond. That's when we are completely safe!"

Puyi lowered his head and gasped, and he didn't hear clearly the Japanese officers.

When his beloved concubine and old minister heard this, their face turned pale a little again.

Running from Changchun to the Sino-North Korea border, let alone encountering enemies, if it doesn’t work alone, it’s likely that they will be killed.

Some people started to retreat, wanting to find a village to hide their identity and spend their old age in peace.

But the Japanese will definitely not allow them to do so. After 15 minutes, the "refugee" team continued to set off.

Yoshiko Kawashima is an old spy. She followed the crowd while leaving a mark quietly.

After walking out of the Japanese control area, they did not meet the soldiers of the Sixth Corps until dawn that the Japanese officers began to find something was wrong around them.

The people he sent to the front to reconnaissance and guard the two wings never came back, and the number of people in the team had dropped below 25.

The Japanese officer felt cold sweat appear all over his body. He stood there in a daze, his eyes swept to the hazy woods around him in horror.

Because Yoshiko Kawashima has a ghost in her heart and has been paying attention to the changes around her, she discovered it earlier.

After the team stopped, everyone, including Puyi, felt something was wrong with the atmosphere around them.

Yoshiko Kawashima quietly approached Puyi. She kept her mission in mind and ensured that the "emperor" was alive.

"Puff puff puff puff..."

There was a dull sound in the haze, unlike a gunshot, but someone was shot and fell to the ground.

The Japanese officer could not recognize the sound of the silencer, but he knew that he had been attacked, so his first reaction was not to fight back, but to point the gun at Puyi.

The scandal of Unit 731 is already embarrassing enough, and the base camp does not want Puyi to stand up and accuse them.

The sudden change made His Majesty the Emperor confused. He did not expect that the kind Japanese who helped him to take power and restore his country would one day turn the gun and point him towards him.

Yoshiko Kawashima reacted very quickly and threw Puyi down directly. The bullet hit an old minister behind.

The Japanese officer had no chance to fire a second shot. A big hole was punched in his neck, and blood flowed like red foam water.

Huang Gaoyi replaced the soldiers of the 5th Army Special Forces and walked out of the hazy woods. He immediately confirmed Puyi's identity. After finding that the target was alive, everyone laughed.

Huang Gaoyi originally wanted to play with the Japanese again to see how long they could find something wrong around them.

As soon as he was able to play, the Japanese discovered it and were forced to send them back.

"Are you Yoshiko Kawashima?" Huang Gaoyi looked at the charming woman standing with Puyi.

Yoshiko Kawashima stroked her hair and replied with a smile:

"The Japanese are almost finished playing. It's okay if you don't want the name Kawashima Yoshiko! You can call me Aisin Gioro Xianyu or Jin Bihui!"

Huang Gaoyi was shocked and finally spread his hands and said:

"It's better to call it Yoshiko Kawashima. Your daimyo is well-known!"

Yoshiko Kawashima shrugged, as if she was expressing casualness, and asked:

"When will we meet Chief Jiang?"

Huang Gaoyi suddenly became alert. Could this woman still want to seduce the commander-in-chief? He did not answer the questions. After making a series of tactical gestures, the special forces quickly stopped.

This time no one cared Puyi, he was dragged away.

………

At 5 a.m. on September 9, 1941, the sun had just emerged from the horizon, and the Sixth Corps launched the final battle against the Japanese Flower.

Thousands of cannons, hundreds of aircraft, thousands of tanks, and one million troops, vigorously and majestic, attacking the core of the Japanese Kwantung Army, Changchun!

The dark metal cannon tubes emitted a charming and weird light under the blood-red rising sun. Thousands of cannons were neatly arranged. Such a shocking scene was the first time that it appeared on this ancient land.

Zhu Ergou, Gao Quan, Wu Guohua, Lai Xiaochuan and other artillery commanders were excited. They felt that they had mastered the most majestic power in the world. With a light wave, this power could tear apart the mountains and rivers.

Rows of muzzles pointed at the sky, as if challenging the world, and shouting out a lot of anger.

When the time came to 5 o'clock, Jiangdong's order came out of the phone. Zhu Ergou took a deep breath and ordered all artillery positions loudly:

"fire!"

“Huhhhh……”

"put!"

"put!"

...

The red signal flag kept waving, and thousands of soldiers pulled the fuse at the same time!

The howitzer paused heavily, and directed the recoil to the open and rich Northeast Plain.

Several days of artillery fired angrily at this moment, and the shells flew towards the target in the halo of the rising sun.

"Swish swish swish swish swish..."

"Boom boom boom boom boom..."

The Japanese positions outside the city were covered by artillery fire. The fierce artillery fire caused the areas that were not bombarded to shake slightly, just like a low-magnitude earthquake occurred around Changchun.

Fighters flew through the sky with rising smoke of war and dropped aviation bombs on the Japanese Kwantung Army headquarters, city wall fortifications and other places.

Liu Dagui also pulled out his Zhong Kui. He had been reluctant to use these treasures before, but now he is in the last battle. If he doesn't use them, he will keep them for dust.

The bombardment target assigned to Zhong Kui was a small hill in the north of the city, which was the only high ground within two or three kilometers. I heard that the Japanese sent a brigade to guard it.

The small hill in the north of the city is close to the north city wall and is within the coverage of the firepower of the city wall.

"Swish swish swish swish..."

"Swoosh swish swish..."

Zhong Kui shot volleys, and the air shuddered at it.

Kenji Ueda, who had lost his fighting spirit, heard the sound of Zhong Kui's volley from outside the city. He turned his ears and found that the sound sounded a bit wonderful, just like an organ.

The Japanese on the city wall saw rockets hitting the positions outside the city one after another, swallowing up a small hill bundle that was stationed in a brigade.

In their ears, the sound was not as wonderful as the organ, but was like a life-seeking soul wailing.

"What's the sound?" Kenji Ueda stood up and asked.

Kimura Hitaro pulled Kenyo Ueda to retreat to the underground command room and replied:

"It should be the Chinese Zhong Kui!

Master Amaterasu, Jiangdong poured all his firepower into Changchun. General, we can't stop it, we can't stop it... Send a farewell telegram to the base camp!"

The soil above the passage is falling constantly, the earth is shaking, the air is shaking, and the human body and brain are shaking.

Under the cover of artillery fire, the armored division and infantry units began to push straight.

Tanks roared and soldiers shouted, as if they were not attacking, but marching towards victory.

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