Hebei, Shandong and Yu Military Region Headquarters, Leijia Village.
Fushimi Miyagi was kept alone in a small courtyard. In order to show the humanitarian spirit of the Eighth Route Army, Fushimi Miyaki was not shackled, but there was a full squad of soldiers responsible for guarding him.
"Chief!" When the two soldiers at the entrance of the small courtyard saw Zhou Weihan arriving, they hurriedly saluted with a military salute.
"Well!" Zhou Weihan returned the military salute and then said: "How is the situation at Fushimi Palace?"
"I just finished letting the little devil out, he should be taking a nap now!"
"Keep on alert!"
"yes!"
Zhou Weihan pushed the door open and saw two soldiers still standing guard at the door of the room inside.
The house is divided into two rooms, east and west, with the main room in the middle. Fushimi Palace lives in the west room, and the soldiers usually rest in the east room. The 12 soldiers work in two shifts.
After Fushiminomiya moved in, the windows of the east and west rooms were reinforced and sealed tightly.
In the west room, Fushimi Miya Mingyi was lying on the kang, and two soldiers stood opposite, staring at him, not daring to relax for a moment.
"I have something to tell him, you two go out first!" Zhou Weihan said.
"Chief, this kid is very skilled. This...!" The deputy squad leader was obviously worried about Zhou Weihan's personal safety.
After hearing this, Zhou Weihan grinned and pointed at the two monks behind him who were carrying baskets: "They are the two of you, don't worry, it's okay!"
The sound of the conversation just now woke up Fushimi Miya Mingyi, and he saw Fushimi Miya Mingyi sitting up from the kang.
Two months later, Fushimi Gong Mingyi recognized the young man in front of him at a glance as the senior Eighth Route Army officer who discovered his identity.
"Eight..." Fushimi Miya Mingyi thought of what he had experienced these days and forcefully suppressed the curse words again.
"What? You want to scold me?" Zhou Weihan said with a smile.
Seeing that Fushimi Miyagi didn't say a word, Zhou Weihan took off his shoes and got on the kang, sat cross-legged opposite Fushimi Miyagi, and then asked the monk to place the food and wine in the basket on the small table.
"Aren't we in the Eighth Route Army accustomed to eating food in the past two months?"
As soon as Zhou Weihan mentioned the issue of eating, Fushimi Gong Mingyi frowned: "Is this the way your Eighth Route Army treats guests? What I usually eat is not as good as war horses and hounds!"
"Hmph, you also said that is the way to treat guests. Don't you know your current status?" Zhou Weihan asked coldly.
"You don't think that you can survive until now, because your status as a member of the royal family plays a role! Bullshit, even if you are the Emperor of Japan, you are worthless in China!" Zhou Weihan started the pua at Fushimi Palace.
"Baga, you are dead!" Fushimi Palace was angered by Zhou Weihan and stood up from the kang.
As a member of the royal family, Fushimi Miya Akiyoshi originally had a touch of aristocratic temperament. However, after two months of imprisonment, Fushimi Miya Akiyoshi's face was unshaven and he was dressed like a commoner. When he stood up, his bandy legs were abnormal.
Conspicuous.
However, the little devil is obviously aware of current affairs. The two monks do not understand Japanese, but Baga still understands it.
Seeing Fushimiguya's reaction, the two monks immediately took out their short spears.
Facing the two tall and strong guards staring at him, Fushimi Miya Mingyi did not make any unnecessary movements, but his chest kept rising and falling.
"Don't get excited, it will hurt your health!"
"I'm telling you, you should be lucky that you didn't attack the local people when you were in southwestern Shandong, otherwise you would have been sacrificed to the dead fellow villagers!"
"But if you don't want to be a prince in Japan, why would you come to our country?"
After Fushimiguya was captured, Zhou Weihan ordered people to investigate him. After some investigation, he found that the local people in southwestern Shandong actually had good rumors about his cavalry regiment.
Under the constraints of Fushimi Palace, it was rare that the Japs Cavalry did not take action against the local people. Of course, this may also be a gentle policy implemented by Fushimi Palace to maintain local security.
"The imperial army came to China, of course, to establish a political circle, spread our country's culture, and bring more advanced civilization!" Fushimi Miya Mingyi answered arrogantly when faced with Zhou Weihan's cross-examination.
"Oh, don't tell me this. Such high-sounding words are just to deceive the grassroots soldiers. As a member of the Japanese royal family, you should have received higher education!"
"Invasion is aggression. In the past, China, a great country, sent special envoys to Japan many times. This was to bring more advanced civilization to Japan!"
"Nowadays, China and Japan are at war. The soldiers on both sides were originally civilians. After being drafted into the army, they suffered countless casualties. Of course, you, a high-ranking member of the royal family, joined the army just to gain more military merits for promotion!"
"Leave aside the situation in our country for now, Japan's domestic economy is already on the verge of collapse. Can you imagine what will happen if it continues?"
After Zhou Weihan finished speaking, he gave Fushimi Miya Mingyi a bowl of sake in a leisurely manner. Fushimi Miya Mingyi's expression changed when he heard what Zhou Weihan said.
"In comparison, Japan is a small country with a small population, and how many lives can be consumed in this war. We in China can afford to fight it, and we can also delay it. What about you, Japan?"
"The young and strong are exhausted, and twelve- and thirteen-year-old children take to the battlefield with guns. Defeat is inevitable. After the war, the economy will be depressed, the people will not have enough to eat, and the royal family's prestige will be ruined!"
"The ordinary people in Japan will wake up and regret that they have been living in the lies spun by careerists and the royal family. The war did not bring more benefits, but instead brought the death of men in the family!"
Every word Zhou Weihan said was like a heavy hammer hitting his chest. Fushimi Gong Mingyi's face turned pale until he picked up the wine bowl with trembling hands and drank it all in one gulp.
"What exactly do you want to say?" Fushimi Miya Mingyi asked in a hoarse voice.
"I don't want to say anything, I just want to talk to you about the future. Haven't you thought about it?"
"Don't you know anything about Japan's next moves in Southeast Asia?"
At this time, Zhou Weihan directly pointed out the direction of the Japanese army in the next stage of operations. Japan's policy will not change because of the opposition of one or two people or the outside world's knowledge. The little devil will only speed up implementation even more crazily.
"I'm afraid Japan's current high-level officials are already immersed in their grand ambitions. Let me tell you an old Chinese saying, if you want to stop them, you must first make them crazy!"
"As a member of the royal family, you must have a clear understanding. It is your responsibility to lead the Japanese people towards peace!"
"Your personnel are trying to negotiate with us. You are not far away from regaining your freedom, but based on your current situation, you will probably end up in China!"
The conversation with Fushimi Miya Mingyi was Zhou Weihan's impromptu idea. It doesn't matter whether he can instigate him or change his mind.
Zhou Weihan only needs to plant a seed, and it will sprout when it actually matures.
