Chapter 188: (Side Story) I Became a Battalion Commander?!

Chapter 188: (Side Story) I Became a Battalion Commander?!

Chapter 188 (Side Story) I Became a Battalion Commander?!

He was happy.

He had been the leader of a band of outlaws once, but thanks to his connections, he had managed to climb up to this position. Sure, some of his comrades had died along the way, and he had gone through a lot of hardships.

But being a battalion commander of the occupying army was no small feat.

Especially if he was a battalion commander of the Soviet army, the worlds strongest and invincible force, stationed in Tokyo, the heart of Japan that had once colonized the Korean peninsula!

Tokyo was a metropolis where hundreds of thousands of people still lived, even after being hit by several nuclear bombs. The buildings and land might have been damaged, but the wealthy people who lived in Tokyo did not all die or lose their fortunes.

Hmm, harasho, harasho.

Ha ha, etto Mr. Jin, I would like to ask you when the Soviet policy will be implemented

As he looked at the Japanese mans bald head, dripping with sweat and grease, the battalion commander leaned back on the soft sofa.

He could not have enjoyed this luxurious life if he had been a soldier in the mainland. But as an occupier, he could enjoy it as much as he wanted.

Japan was still a rich and glamorous country, even after its destruction, and he could confiscate the goods that the capitalists had exploited from the workers.

And, to figure out how the Soviet military administration would work, the people who had a lot to lose tried their best to get on his good side.

Maybe they thought he would understand them because he was of the same race, but even the Japanese tycoons lined up to see him and tried to get a word from him, offering him all kinds of precious gifts.

The Japanese man who had just come in had done the same. He had brought a box of fancy pastries, but he would not dare to bring such a snack to a man who had absolute power.

The battalion commander picked up the box and chuckled at the unexpected heaviness.

Oh? Ohoho! Ha ha You are very generous, arent you?

Hehehe, I have always admired the soldiers, so I wanted to show you some respect, please! Please accept it.

The heaviness was not from the money, or the military notes. When he pushed away the pastries with his rough fingers, he saw two shining gold bars underneath.

Ho ho This

When he asked about the gold bars, he saw teeth marks on them. The battalion commander laughed with satisfaction. The Japanese businessman also laughed servilely.

Wow! Did you bite this? They say pure gold leaves teeth marks

Hahaha, it suits your dignity, sir.

He was a smooth talker, as if he had oil on his tongue. But the battalion commander did not mind, and he laughed and put the gold bars under the pastry box.

With his rough hands, he tore off the pastry wrapping like he was stripping off the clothes of fairy geishas, and he bit the manju with a loud noise, arrogantly putting his military boots on the table.

So, what do you want to ask me?

Ah How the distribution policy of the military administration will proceed

That? Hehe, thats too important to ask for a little more sincerity

Hehe, I might be able to get you a few more of these heavy things tomorrow, or maybe not

As they looked at each other, the battalion commander burst into laughter.

He loved this situation. Was this what power was?

He felt like he understood why the high-ranking people coveted power.

The people who he could not even look up to when he lived as a colonized peninsula man, now rubbed their hands and feet to bring him bribes.

Wasnt this patriotism? Taking back our things that the bastards had plundered. Even though our things went into his personal pocket, it was still in the name of the nation, hooray.

Hahahahaha! Alright. Alright. Then lets see you in a few days. Make an appointment with my subordinate.

Even if he had been a general, a high-ranking officer who had been purged and sent to a penal regiment, a general was still a general. Especially to his direct regiment commander, he couldnt show a relaxed attitude. He had to be flawless in the eyes of the higher-ups, as one of the few authentic Soviet officers in the Tokyo garrison, which was mostly composed of German fascist prisoners.

Um, Im sorry to say this but I got a call from the infirmary. They said your son is not feeling well and hes been hospitalized. Yuri, was it? Anyway, you should go and see him as soon as possible today.

Wha?? Thank you! Thank you, sir!

Even Kim Chaek, who heard that, widened his eyes. Yuri was sick?

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Yuri, no, Jung-il!

Ah, youre here?

The medical officer in charge of the infirmary was a kind-looking old doctor.

He must have been conscripted again because of the Great Patriotic War and came all the way here, as he only had a colonels insignia on his age. Jin Zhichen greeted him briefly and looked for his son first.

What happened here?

Daddy

My son, my son

The old doctor put on his glasses with a serious face and rummaged through the chart.

Um, Colonel Jin Zhichen, is that right?

Yes, Im Jin Zhichen.

Yes, yes. Well, theres nothing to worry about. The child seems to have been tired from adapting to the new environment. Theres nothing wrong with his health and I prescribed him some good supplements, so please dont worry and rest well.

Thank you, sir.

Young Yuri was only two years old. He had a cold towel on his forehead, as if he had a fever, and he covered his nose with a rag.

Did you have a nosebleed?

Yes, I did. I also had some bruises and a slight fever. Ill get better after taking the supplements and resting.

The doctor smiled warmly and answered him. Jin Zhichen, who had been tense and then lost his strength, slumped on the sofa next to the bed where Yuri was lying.

Phew, thank goodness But, sir?

Yes? What is it?

The medical officer, who had been writing something on the chart with a fountain pen, looked up when Jin Zhichen called him. He had a cold look in his eyes. He thought so, but he asked anyway.

Come to think of it, Ive been feeling a bit tired lately and Ive had a few nosebleeds. Is this okay?

Hmm similar symptoms, huh?

He said that, and examined Jin Zhichen with a stethoscope around his neck. The doctors eyes shone behind his thick glasses.

Ill prescribe you some supplements. Do you want to get them now?

Yes! Please. Thank you.

The medical officer nodded and wrote something else on the chart, muttering to himself, and then walked away. He had a strange feeling, but he didnt know what it was. Jin Zhichen leaned back on the sofa again.

Huh?

He felt something hot running down his nose and touched it with his hand. He had another nosebleed. Was this because he was too tired?

I need some supplements

He had been running too long without resting, blinded by his ambition. He felt like he needed a break. He covered his nose with a handkerchief and closed his eyes.