latelenovela Chapter 179 Transport Plane in the Night
Chapter 179 Transport Plane in the Night
As the night deepened, the street scenes outside the car window became blurred as they quickly receded, like a series of chaotic ink marks.
Lieutenant General Aung San, the defense minister of the pseudo-Pegu under the control of the devils, sat in the black luxury car sent by the devils. He looked calm on the outside, but his heart was already in a mess.
He stared out the car window, his eyes, though deep, revealed a hint of uneasiness.
"Have the Japanese discovered my plan?"
This thought pierced Weng Shan's mind like a sharp arrow.
His plan was flawless - he had already reached an agreement with John's secret envoy that when the Allied forces approached Mandalay, he would lead nearly 40,000 puppet troops stationed in Mandalay to rebel, and attack the Japanese from both inside and outside together with the Allied forces to disintegrate the Japanese defense line.
Then, the Saka uprising will spread like wildfire, driving the devils out of Mandalay, and his men will quickly form an emergency committee to take control of the entire city.
According to the planned plan, after occupying Mandalay, it would be a matter of wrangling between John's people and the White Eagles.
Thinking of this, Weng Shan frowned subconsciously, and his hands on his knees unconsciously clenched into fists.
"No matter what, we cannot hand the country over to Zhang Chi, a Qian person. The southern cities must be controlled by the Saka people, even if it means collaborating with devils like the John people."
The silence in the car was like a lake on a cold night, and the air seemed to be condensed with invisible blades.
Suddenly, Wengshan noticed something strange.
His brows moved slightly, and he said, "Mr. Kobayashi, isn't this the way to the Jingtalu Hotel?" His tone was calm, as if he was just asking casually.
Shinichi Kobayashi, who was sitting next to him, smiled slightly and said calmly: "Sorry, the originally scheduled banquet has been cancelled at the last minute." After that, he fell silent, but his right hand was still hidden in his coat pocket.
Aung San glanced at Kobayashi Shinichi's right hand from the corner of his eye. It was obvious that he was holding some kind of weapon, perhaps a pocket pistol like the Walther PPK.
The muzzle of the gun was most likely pointed at him in secret.
His pupils shrank slightly and his chest felt tight.
As a soldier, he knew very well what this gesture meant - a warning, a threat, or even murderous intent that could erupt at any time.
The black car gradually increased its speed, and the buildings outside the window gradually became fewer, replaced by a deserted suburb.
As the car accelerated, Aung San's heart beat faster and faster, a sense of foreboding hanging over him like a shadow. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, soaking the collar of his white military uniform.
The car suddenly braked, and Weng Shan nearly slipped from his seat due to inertia. He managed to steady himself and looked out the window—the runway of a suburban airport. On the wide concrete surface, a Japanese Type 100 transport plane sat parked, its propellers spinning at high speed, making a dull hum. Weng Shan exhaled deeply, feeling a slight return of strength in his hands and feet.
"It's the airport... The airport is great..." he murmured to himself, with a sense of relief in his tone after surviving a disaster.
He had even prepared for the worst - to be dragged to some deserted grove, shot dead, and then have his body doused in gasoline and burned, leaving not even his name behind.
He pushed open the car door and got out, his legs still trembling from the tension. After he stood firm, he looked towards the plane not far away, and his eyes were immediately drawn to it - a familiar face came into view.
"Mokaka? Why are you here too?" Wengshan couldn't help but exclaimed.
The pseudo-prime minister saw Dr. Mo pacing anxiously beside the plane, his hands clasped behind his back, looking back and forth at something.
The roar of the Type 100 transport plane's engine could not mask the haste of his steps, like a trapped beast.
He turned around after hearing Wengshan's voice, his expression was indescribably complicated, with anger, helplessness, and a little panic.
Dr. Mo walked up to him quickly, his face full of anxiety.
He practically rushed to Aung San and asked rapidly, "Minister Aung San? Why are you here too? Zhang Chi's army is about to march south, and you're here. Who's in charge of our troops?"
Weng Shan did not answer immediately. He frowned slightly and was about to speak when Kobayashi Shinichi behind him took a step forward.
The hem of his windbreaker rose gracefully as he moved. His voice was calm yet oppressive. "Please be patient, both of you. Prime Minister Tojo has decided to urgently convene the Greater East Asia Conference in Edo. This concerns the future of the entire Co-Prosperity Sphere. Please board the plane immediately. The journey ahead is still long."
"No, I won't go!" Ba Mo suddenly jumped up like a lit bomb. His voice was particularly harsh in the empty airport, even drowning out the buzzing sound of the propeller.
"You tricked me here so I could leave my country! I won't go. I want to die with my country!"
Upon hearing this, Kobayashi Shinichi showed his signature smile, gentle yet tinged with mockery. "Mr. Mo, the Fuso Empire has a long history of military prosperity. As our good friend, how could you die?"
Kobayashi Shinichi smiled and said nonsense that he didn't even believe, but his eyes were as cold as ice. Then he raised his hand slightly and winked at the military police beside him.
Several strong and stocky Japanese military police immediately stepped forward, grabbed Ba Mo without saying a word, and pushed him towards the gangway.
Ba Mo struggled violently, still shouting, "You liars! Let me go! I want to go back—I want to go back!"
Unfortunately, his protests were of no avail. The military police roughly stuffed him into the cabin and sat down next to him "protectively".
Wengshan remained silent throughout the whole process and just watched quietly.
He turned his gaze to Kobayashi Shinichi, who remained calm, as if the farce just now was not worth mentioning. Their eyes met briefly, and Wengshan could not see the slightest emotion in Kobayashi's unfathomable eyes, as if everything was under his control.
Weng Shan's heart sank slightly.
He realized that his "little tricks" had already been exposed, but the Japanese chose to remain inactive. The meaning behind this was obvious - the Japanese still needed him as a "signboard" for the time being.
At this moment, the Japanese did not kill him directly, but simply wanted to take him to Sakura Island and put him under "house arrest" in the name of an "emergency meeting". They would settle the score with him after he survived the Allied attack.
He took a deep breath, as if to suppress the rage and helplessness surging in his chest. The situation was hopeless; any further struggle would be self-destruction. He took a slow step toward the gangway. Each step felt like a heavy burden. When he finally reached the hatch, he didn't look back, only a barely audible sigh.
Inside the plane, the low roar of the engine filled every inch of space. The military police stood like statues, holding Mo huddled in his seat, his face ashen.
Weng Shan sat on the other side, without any movement, but his eyes penetrated the porthole and stared at the dark night sky.
His heart was in turmoil and he could hardly breathe.
On the ground of the airport, Kobayashi Shinichi watched the Type 100 transport plane take off and watched it gradually merge into the night.
He still had that faint smile on his face, as if everything was under control. However, when the plane's taillights completely disappeared from view, his smile froze for a moment.
As an underground member directly under the leadership of the Southern Bureau of the Qian Guo Red Party, if he were to be exposed, he might not even have the chance to board the plane. (The people on Zhong Xigong's line are not the Fusang Red Party, but the Fusang-born Qian Guo Red Party)
A few days later, news came that the transport plane had never reached its destination - the neighboring capital of Siam.
Rumors were spreading. Some said the plane crashed in the jungle due to mechanical failure; some said it got lost and was forced to land and captured by jungle guerrillas; there were even rumors that the plane was accidentally hit by an Allied fighter plane.
However, whatever the truth, the plane and all the people on board disappeared from the stage of history.
Kobayashi Shinichi listened to his subordinates' reports in silence, his eyes slightly lowered. He made no further questions, no comments, and seemed to have no interest in these mysteries.