Spy Wars: I signed in at the Military Police at the beginning

At the foot of Mount Fuji, just 80 kilometers away from Tokyo, a well-trained and disciplined mechanized force is slowly gathering together like a steel behemoth.

In front of the team, tanks filled with soldiers were positioned in an orderly manner and marched in formation, their hard shells flashing a heart-pounding light.

Following closely behind the tank cluster came the infantrymen of the Tiger Army, dressed in uniform combat uniforms. Their short stature looked as tall and straight as pine trees in the specially made uniforms.

Their eyes were sharp and their steps were firm, as if no one could stop them from carrying out the orders issued by the headquarters. Even if the order was to rebel, they would not turn back!

In the rear of the team, the heavy artillery units composed of Katyusha rocket launchers were like mobile artillery positions, with their gun barrels held high, as if ready to erupt with destructive power at any time.

Mount Fuji, which is not far from the Tiger Guards, is one of the symbols of Japan. Its majestic and spectacular sight now adds a sense of solemnity to this army.

"Captain, why don't we have the Rising Sun flag on our tanks today? And the Chinese characters written on the flag should be 'Tiger Army', right?"

A sergeant sitting on a tank looked at the red flag flying above his head with three big Chinese characters "Hu Ben Army" written on it and asked his team leader.

"What do you know! We will be a new army in the future. We must draw a clear line between ourselves and the old army led by militarism. So the Rising Sun Flag is no longer our military flag!" The second lieutenant squad leader explained while smoking.

"But I think the Rising Sun Flag is quite nice-looking. Of course, our Tiger Army's flag is not ugly either!" said the sergeant while admiring Mount Fuji behind him.

"Then you don't know how many dirty deeds were done under the Rising Sun Banner before! Have you missed your political class recently?"

The second lieutenant seemed to remember something and slapped the sergeant on the head who was admiring the scenery, almost knocking him under the tank.

"No, captain, please take it easy. I was injured during training some time ago and was hospitalized. That's why I haven't attended political classes and other courses!" The sergeant steadied himself and explained pitifully.

"You can do it! You didn't even take political lessons after your injury. No wonder your ideological awareness is so low! Go back and prepare to go to night school!"

After putting out his cigarette, the lieutenant took out a notebook, wrote a note quickly, tore it off and handed it to the careless subordinate beside him.

"Captain, do I have to take that political class?" the sergeant asked bitterly.

Although the Tiger Guards are well paid and well fed, the daytime training is already hard enough, and if they have to go to night school at night, it would be so exhausting!

"If you still want to be a soldier and get food, you have to take this political course. I heard from my third uncle that political courses will be promoted in all the newly reorganized armies in the future."

"So even if you don't serve in the Tiger Guards in the future, as long as you are still in the army, you will have to take political courses in the future! Of course, you don't have to refuse this note I gave you." After the lieutenant said this, he stretched out his hand as if to take back the note.

"Captain, what is this note for?" the sergeant asked subconsciously, holding the note tightly.

"It's a note explaining the reason for your absence from class. Give this note to the teacher before the make-up class. After the make-up class, you can receive an extra three months' allowance!" The captain explained with a meaningful smile.

"Captain, if you had said that earlier, why would I complain to you?" The sergeant said, then he picked up the note, kissed it, folded it carefully and put it in his chest pocket.

"Hey, hey, I'm writing you a note and talking to you about this and that, don't you want to show some respect?"

Although he would not gain anything if he did not write this note, the second lieutenant still wanted to get some benefits from his subordinates to satisfy his hunger.

"Captain, two base yakitori meals!" the sergeant said with a smile, knowing the situation.

"Three meals plus a tempura meal!" the lieutenant added, swallowing his saliva.

"Deal!" Seeing that his captain's demands were not high, the sergeant agreed decisively.

"Hey! Why are there suddenly so many unfamiliar red and blue flags raised in the middle of the team?" Suddenly, the second lieutenant looked at the military formation behind the team with some curiosity.

"Captain, that flag is so big! Is this your first time seeing it?" The sergeant followed the lieutenant's line of sight.

"It's the first time I've seen this too. Look, there are people taking photos and recording videos over there!" The second lieutenant said, pointing at the staff holding equipment who suddenly appeared not far away.

"Captain, the camera lens seems to be turned to our side!" the sergeant straightened his collar and reminded.

"Everyone, sit up straight, be alert, and don't lose points!"

The lieutenant shouted to his subordinates and straightened his back in a very handsome pose. The other teams around him who had also discovered the clues followed suit.

All of a sudden, the entire marching team captured by the camera seemed to become more energetic, and even the tanks seemed to be driving more steadily than before.

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At the same time, in a private residence outside Tokyo, Empress Kōjun, dressed as a businessman, was resting with Crown Prince Akihito, who was only in his early teens, under the protection of guards.

"Mother, why are we running away? I miss my father and my sister!" Crown Prince Akihito looked at Empress Kōjun with tears in his eyes.

"How many times have I told you! Call me mother from now on!" Empress Kōjun Kunimiya Yoshiko did not answer her son's question, but warned again in a very serious manner.

"Hi, mother!" Crown Prince Akihito answered in as firm a tone as possible, holding back the tears that were welling up in his eyes.

"Very good, this is my son! Arong, don't blame your mother for being cruel. All this your mother did was to keep you alive!" Kunimiya Yoshiko said after wiping the tears from her son's eyes with a handkerchief.

Although her son, Crown Prince Akihito, was born into an imperial family and received the highest level of education since childhood, he was still just a child who was ignorant of the world and how could he truly understand the ruthlessness of the imperial family.

"Mother, where are we going? Will I be able to see my sister and father again?"

Crown Prince Akihito still has the habits of a child after all. When he thought of his sisters and Emperor Showa who was usually quite strict with him, he couldn't help but ask again.

"Arong, mother will take you to a relatively safe place! If you want to see your sister and father again, you need to become stronger as soon as possible!"

No one knew what Kunimiya Yoshiko was thinking of while she was speaking, and a hint of cruelty flashed across her eyes unconsciously, which scared Crown Prince Akihito who had been staring at her.

"Lord Liangzi, the contact has arrived!" A female guard bowed and walked into the room to report.

"Then let's go! Come on, Arong, mother will take you to find a new playmate!"

Kuninomiya Yoshiko stood up and looked through the window in the direction of the Tokyo Imperial Palace, then took her son Crown Prince Akihito and left this temporary residence.