Moyang is no longer a historical novice, at least he has a certain understanding of the history of the Anti-Japanese War. Is killing the Emperor useful? At least Moyang thinks it has little effect on the war of resistance, as Japanese society as a whole was filled with militaristic ideology, and the government and military were controlled by fanatical warmongers. The Emperor, although nominally the supreme commander, did not play a significant role, and for the most part was just a figurehead.

  Even if the Emperor were killed, it would not stop the Japanese military's actions in China. At most, it would excite the Chinese people, shock Japan and surprise the international community, but ultimately, Japan might just choose a new emperor, and all of the Japanese military's actions would continue as before. They will not stop their aggressive steps. In the end, it still requires the efforts of the entire nation to defeat the Japanese invaders.

  However, Muyang also understood that he was just a person and the role he could play in this anti-war history was negligible. He was just a passerby, so it's better to focus on completing his mission for now. As for the impact of killing the Emperor, let's see about that later. After all, who can predict the outcome of something that hasn't happened yet?

  It's not the time to consider this now, let's think clearly about how to escape from the sea first. However, Mu Yang still posted a few posts online, asking what would be the effect and result of killing the Japanese Emperor during World War II.

  Now he urgently needs to prepare is a boat, according to the original route, it should arrive in Tokyo tomorrow evening, and the Kikusui Maru should have passed more than two-thirds of the journey. He checked on his computer that the sea area where he was located should be between Kyushu Island and Shikoku Island, but he didn't know how far away from the coast, but according to the navigation standard, it is estimated that the distance will not be less than 50 nautical miles.

  Muyang searched online and selected a store that sold military-grade inflatable boats. He then directly called to place an order. That afternoon, Muyang received the four-person motorized inflatable boat downstairs and paid 6,000 yuan in cash.

  The neighborhood here is quite old, with people coming and going all the time. Many neighbors have been living together for over a decade, so they all know each other well. Someone asked Mu Yang what he was up to. Mu Yang could only laugh and explain, "Aren't we on holiday now? Tomorrow I'm planning to go play at the reservoir with some friends. Renting a yacht is too expensive, so I borrowed an inflatable speedboat from a friend."

  "You young people are just good at having fun."

  It wasn't until late at night when it was quiet that Muyang secretly went downstairs, put away the rubber dinghy placed at the entrance of the corridor into his space, and then returned home.

  In the living room, a speedboat was released, and then Yu Yang directly sat in it, grasping the handles on both sides with both hands. After a thought, he arrived at sea.

  The coolness of the night sea breeze was very strong, and Mu Yang, wearing a gray outdoor suit, still felt a bit cold.

  The lifeboat rocked gently on the water, and from time to time, cries for help came from afar. Those were people who had fallen into the water and couldn't get on the rescue boat, struggling to survive in the icy sea, waiting for a miraculous moment to arrive.

  In the distance, the lifeboat could only be seen as a vague black shadow under the moonlight. Someone had already started rowing in what they thought was the right direction, ignoring the crowds crying for help in the sea. Mu Yang didn't move, he just quietly watched all of this, he wasn't a saint, he didn't have an obligation to rescue the Japanese people.

  Take out the flashlight, map and compass, find your own position. Now the most important thing is to figure out your own position. If you run in the wrong direction, the Pacific Ocean is boundless.

  However, Muyang found that the direction of those lifeboats was actually correct. It seems that there must be an old hand in navigation on the other ship, otherwise they wouldn't have recognized the way back so quickly.

  Starting the engine, Mu Yang drove the speedboat forward in the dark, he didn't follow the Japanese but instead headed north for several nautical miles, leaving this area behind, then stopped the boat and set up the tent on board, took out the bedding and started sleeping.

  The vast ocean is broad and also perilous, I can't see the road ahead at all. If I hit a reef, it will be a shipwreck and loss of life. Let's wait until dawn to talk about it again.

  A lone lamp sways on the vast ocean, tonight's sea is calm. But just a few miles away, silently swallowed more than 2,000 people's lives.

  The next morning, when the dawn broke, Muyang woke up, packed everything, started the engine and set off. He refueled twice along the way before he saw the coastline. When he caught a glimpse of the land, Muyang couldn't help but let out a slight sigh of relief, it seemed that he hadn't gone in the wrong direction after all.

  Landing on a sandy beach, the inflatable boat was pulled into the space, and with a crunch of gravel, he stepped onto Japanese soil.

  Looking around, there was no sign of human habitation nearby, so he could only continue walking along the coast, hoping to encounter people or a road. All that can be said is that Mu Yang's luck wasn't bad, and after walking for more than half an hour, Mu Yang finally spotted a small path. The moment he saw the road, Mu Yang directly sat down on a stone at the side of the road, exhausted.

  "I'm exhausted, I finally see signs of human life, it seems this isn't a desolate land." Murong Yang excitedly muttered to himself.

  He looked around and found that his outdoor gear was no longer suitable, so he decided to change into something more fitting. Muyang took out a black Zhongshan suit from his storage space, put on a student cap, adjusted his appearance, and continued on his way.

  It was another half hour later when Moyang finally discovered a village.

  "Excuse me, what place is this?" Muyang stopped a middle-aged man at the village entrance and asked. The middle-aged man looked to be around 40 years old, with a headscarf tied on his head, dressed as a farmer.

  "Hello sir, are you lost?" The middle-aged man said politely as he looked at Mu Yang's student attire.

  "Yes, I came out for a trip and got lost. Excuse me, where is this place? How far is the nearest dock from here?" asked Muyang.

  "This is Saga Village, Kochi Prefecture's Saga Village. If you say the nearest port, there is a small port in Susaki, but it's just a small port and no large ships will pass through." The middle-aged man explained in detail.

  Muyang nodded and asked, "I don't know how far Suzaki is from here, and how am I supposed to get there?"

  "It's about 30 li away. If you follow the road from the village entrance, you'll reach Wakawa Town, and after passing two more villages, you can reach the port of Suisaki Town." The middle-aged man replied.

  Muyang smacked his lips and looked around. It seemed like they still had a long way to go. "I wonder if there's any carriage service in the village, I'd like to hire one."

  Middle-aged people shook their heads helplessly, "Our Saga village is very small, with only a few dozen households. Usually, when we go to Wakayama Town to sell goods, we carry them on our backs or drive cattle carts. There are no cars, but Wakayama Town does have cars."

  "Could I trouble you to help me hire an ox cart? I'll pay the fare, of course."

  A middle-aged man smiled and said: "I have a cow cart, I can take you there."

  Sly guy, so you were waiting for me here all along, Mu Yang thought to himself with a hint of disdain.

  Sat on the oxcart, swaying and swaying, they set off. After arriving in Wakayama Town, Mo Yang transferred to a public horse-drawn carriage and continued to sway. It wasn't until nightfall that they arrived at Suzaki Port.

  Moyang walked into an inn with a red lantern and sign. A middle-aged woman with high hair, adorned with a fresh flower, but with a face full of wrinkles, hurried over to bow and greet Moyang.

  "Hello, sir. Are you staying here tonight? We have hot water and food, as well as warm quilts to keep you cozy for a good night's rest." The woman beamed with a thick layer of white foundation on her face, which seemed to be melting away under the sun. On her head was a fresh flower, which Yang recognized as a rhododendron, but it had already lost its moisture and looked wilted.

  "Please give me a room and prepare some food and wine," said Mu Yang, nodding his head as he walked into the inn.