Late autumn, watching red leaves.

  Wearing a black woolen coat, a black dress hat, and a pair of straight trousers, along with a pair of black leather shoes purchased from Tokyo's commercial district, made Mu Yang's figure appear exceptionally tall and handsome.

  Muyang has now calmed down and temporarily has nothing to do, the layout is already half done, as for the result, it's up to heaven. Next, Muyang plans to travel around Japan to satisfy his love of tourism.

  However, Muyang did not dare to leave Tokyo for too long, because if the first step was successful, he still had more important things to do next, and he must pay attention to the development of the situation at all times in order to plan his next move.

  There are many places to play near Tokyo, and this season is the best time to see the maple leaves. At this moment, the mountains are full of color, with green, yellow, and red intertwined, making the mountains come alive. Mei Yang holds a long-handled umbrella and strolls along the small path at the foot of the mountain.

  Here at the foot of Mt. Fuji, although tourism is not yet developed in this era, it does not represent Mt. Fuji, as Japan's sacred mountain, the small town at the foot of the mountain is still very prosperous, and then strolling on the mountain path, the branches are lush, red and green intertwined, really has a unique charm.

  If you want to climb a mountain, now is not a good time, and you need to prepare professional tools. Muyang thinks it's not a good time, so let's just take a look at the scenery, but the scenery here is really nice, with a strong sense of landscape painting.

  After a whole day of wandering in the mountains, Xiao Yang didn't return to the mountain inn until dusk, when he stepped on the remaining sunset glow.

  "Welcome back, sir! What would you like to have for dinner tonight?"

  The owner of the inn was a man in his fifties, wearing a blue coarse cloth robe. Seeing Muyang return, he hurried forward to bow and greet him.

  "It's a bit cold in the mountains, let's have hot pot for dinner. You can prepare later, I want to go soak in the hot spring and take a warm bath to drive out the chill." said Mu Yang.

  The mountain was already cold, and at noon, it rained again in the mountains. Although Mu Yang brought an umbrella, he still felt the chill seeping in.

  "Alright, I'll get Mei to prepare your bath." The boss said respectfully and hurriedly ran into the house to make arrangements.

  Meidai is the boss's daughter-in-law, who looks like she's in her early 20s and has an ordinary appearance. The inn is currently run by the boss and Meidai. The boss's wife passed away long ago, and his son joined the Japanese army, with no news from him for a long time, probably because he was killed in action. Muyang had once made a vulgar guess that the boss and daughter-in-law might be having an affair, but he quickly dismissed the thought as indecent.

  The hot spring bathroom is not large, about a dozen square meters in size, and is a wooden house connected to the main building. However, there's a clever design here - the hot spring bathroom has another door that leads out to the courtyard outside, where there's a stone-built hot spring pool. The gurgling water emerges from underground, fills up the pool, then flows out through the gaps in the stones. Occasionally, one or two fallen leaves will appear in the pool and drift along with the current.

  Mu Yang wore a bathrobe and walked directly into the courtyard, stepping into the hot spring pool. The water temperature was slightly high, but in this deep autumn season, soaking in such a pool was absolutely a pleasure. "The breeze is light and the clouds are sparse, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court; leaving without intention, looking up at the sky with clouds rolling and unfolding."

  The sentence recorded in Chen Mei Gong's "You Chuang Xiao Ji" is a state of mind, but it matches the current scene. Mu Yang closed his eyes, emptied his mood, and had no thoughts or worries, but suddenly felt a sense of drifting.

  Imperial Japanese Army General Staff Office

  Asano Kaichi's phone on the table rang, Asano Kaichi picked it up and listened to a sentence before standing up directly, as if the person on the phone was right in front of him. He bowed repeatedly along with the voice coming from the phone.

  "Alright, Director-General, I'll be right there." Shigenori Kajii hung up the phone with a bow and finally let out a slight sigh of relief.

  After rummaging through the drawer, he finally found the file he needed and hastily made his way to the Chief of Staff's office on the fourth floor with the folder in hand.

  "Knock, knock." Kaichi Asano lightly knocked on the wooden door twice, then stood respectfully at the entrance and waited quietly.

  Before long, a young lieutenant came over and opened the door. Seeing it was Shigenori Kajii, he said in a low voice, "Lieutenant Colonel Kajii, the Chief of Staff is waiting for you. Please come in."

  Asano Kaichi tipped his hat and smiled, then walked into the office.

  The office was a suite, and Kojiro Asano walked into the inner room. A man in his fifties with a round face sat at the back, making notations on a document. He looked up at Kojiro as he entered, then lowered his head to continue writing, saying, "Did you bring the materials I asked you to prepare?"

  Asano Kaichi stood up straight and replied respectfully: "The Minister has already brought it."

  The man before you is none other than the infamous Akuma no Hana, General Toshiro Meytsu, the current Chief of Staff of Japan.

  Later generations evaluated him: "Not tall, with a gentle attitude on the surface, no arrogance at all, and his language also gives people a sense of humility and elegance. But in fact, this person is hypocritical, and he is indeed a man with a human face and a beastly heart. If not wearing military uniform, the vast majority of people would never think that he was the commander-in-chief of the million-strong invading Japanese army."

  Finally, people came to call Umezawa Tōjirō by nicknames such as "Demon" and "Flower of Evil".

  Asano Kaichi didn't dare to make any slight movement, standing quietly there waiting for the next instruction from the department head. Finally, Maezono Yoshitaro put down the pen in his hand, looked up at Asano Kaichi and said, "Lieutenant Colonel Asano, you've been following the intelligence work on the China war recently, right?"

  "Yes, Your Excellency."

  "That's good, the recent battles in China have been going smoothly. After taking down Liuzhou a few days ago, the entire plan for Operation Number One has basically been completed. His Majesty the Emperor is also very satisfied with this result. You go back and organize all the intelligence on China now, tomorrow come with me to the Imperial Palace to report to His Majesty the Emperor, let him be happy too." said Mei Shinjiro.

  He had experienced this kind of report several times, and in fact, he was not allowed to follow him directly to report the situation. Instead, it was still Mezuru Yoshitaro who reported personally, but as the head of the department, although Mezuru Yoshitaro coordinated all the work of the general staff, he did not necessarily know everything about the details. Some information still needed to be inquired from these underlings, and they were taken along mainly to deal with the possibility that the Emperor might raise some content or numbers that Mezuru Yoshitaro was not very clear about, playing a role in filling in the gaps. Sometimes, even if he went along, it was not necessarily possible for him to talk to the Emperor. However, such opportunities were rare, and every time he saw the Emperor, Koji Kashino felt his heart racing, and after returning, he would be excited for a long time, even using this as a topic of conversation to show off in front of some famous women.

  "Alright, Minister, I will carefully organize the materials." Kaichi Asano replied immediately.

  "Alright, put down the documents, you can leave." said Mezuru Yoshirō.

  Asano Kaichi placed the folder on the desk with both hands, took two steps back, stood at attention and bowed, then exited the room.