Nine Songs of Anti-Japanese War

"Laugh as much as you want, Shanghai."

"Pfft...haha!" Shanghai laughed until tears were about to ooze, and his long eyelashes were covered with moisture and trembled violently, "I don't want to admire Luoyang! He can guess it without looking at it...you write the sacrificial text and Compared with the way you read it in public, the contrast is so frightening! Others... just listen to it and really think you are close comrades in arms!"

Beiping remained calm: "Is he brother Luoyang?"

Peiping was not surprised when he heard the news that day.

From the bloody days last December.He already had a hunch.

He put down the phone and went to the study, and took up a pen to write the sacrificial oration. He had unconsciously typed the manuscript—although every time he thought about it, he was frightened back by himself—he wrote smoothly and long.When Shanghai opened the door and entered the room, he didn't lift his eyelids.He had been preparing for that person's death for more than three months, and he even felt a little relief.

Then he saw that the ink on the paper was blurred into a large piece, and he couldn't read the words clearly.He thought he was going to cry after all, but he never expected to cry like that over his death.At the moment of drafting the sacrificial oration.Under the gaze of others.

Shanghai approached to read the article.He actually recognized the handwriting from the blur of the group, and said coldly, "Nanjing has always been on good terms with Brother Beiping. He is a well-known close comrade-in-arms and confidant in life. I don't want to see you so sad."

Only then did he realize that he was surrounded by Shanghai, not Tianjin.He is too used to taking Tianjin's company as a natural thing, and he corrected it as soon as Shanghai dialect left his mouth.Tianjin will also laugh at him, but never choose the language of this situation.

Of course, Peiping knew when he had made friends with Nanjing, in the popular definition.He only knew that if he didn't cry out like this, somewhere in his heart would truly collapse and crack into an irreparable wound.It will take 100 years, or more, to heal.

When he picked up his pen again, he knocked off the folding fan on the desk.Shanghai kindly helped him pick it up, but didn't put it back immediately.He opened the folding fan, studied Xin Qiji's words very carefully, and never disturbed Peiping again.

To him, at this moment, these two important people in his life were far beyond jealousy.

"Tell me about your affairs..." Shanghai finally stopped laughing and said.

Peiping was slightly surprised.

"How to create intersections, how to understand each other. I have always been curious, although such a complexity may embarrass you."

Shanghai asked openly and sincerely, and Beiping had no reason to reject him: "It's not complicated. Our first official meeting was at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty. I was the nominal capital of the Yuan Dynasty. Nanjing led the Ming army to recruit me. He was Just see me as a teenager, as a lovable junior."

["Yan... this is the name passed down from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty."

"Ah."

"You don't mind being called that, do you?

"How come? Your Majesty is really good at joking."]

Peiping was brief.Shanghai is also a good listener occasionally, but Xi'an and Luoyang are still waiting outside, so it is not appropriate to be long-winded.

"Then you don't have...?" Chang Shanghai was surprised.

"A little bit, talk is better than nothing. It didn't take long for me to snatch the position of the king of his capital. Nanjing was shocked and angry about this incident. Our relationship has been very bad since then. When Nanming was destroyed in the Qing Dynasty, and in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, Almost got worse."

["I have nothing to explain. But..."

"Don't open your mouth, Your Majesty Beijing - the mistake was mine, I underestimated you."

"The matter of moving the capital is indeed part of my conspiracy. But feelings are another matter..."

"There's no such thing as having the best of both worlds... Youthful ambition comes at a price, Your Majesty."

"Sorry... But, I'm not young anymore. Since you are a senior, shouldn't you be more relaxed?"

"...So, you still don't understand."

"..."]

Shanghai ponders. "But I have the impression that you have already compared, so what's the matter?"

"It was probably because... he was also tired. In fact, I believe that he has always understood me, but I would rather not understand him. There are only two people I don't want to see through, one is him and the other is you."

why?Because people who have seen too much prosperity and endured too many setbacks will instinctively yearn for purity and love without any desire for power.Nanjing's obsession with cleanliness is understandable.

You couldn't see through him then, you couldn't give him.Later, you don't want to see through him, but you understand this.

However, you...may lose your chance of redemption forever.

"Should I say it's an honor? Then, Beiping... Since we've known each other for a long time, why didn't we reconcile earlier?"

"Who can explain it clearly? That kind of subtle thing." Beiping rarely looked confused, and he shook his head slightly towards Shanghai, "Maybe the time has not come, and there may be more things that we can't let go of, even when we parted for the last time." Everyone has their own concerns. I regret it a bit, Shanghai. He spends a lot more time with you, and we haven't had time to go deep into anything..."

Shanghai quickly wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.Regardless of whether Beiping pointed it out or not, they seemed to have done something wrong to him... Cough, it was definitely not his Shanghai's fault!

"It's hard to say clearly about the details, and it takes time to recall. Are Xi'an and Luoyang still waiting outside?"

Shanghai heard that Peiping was about to end the conversation, and he said, "Yes. You always take care of others."

"Then we..." Peiping made a gesture to twist the doorknob, but stopped halfway, "Are you leaving Chongqing again tomorrow?"

"Yes. As soon as the city returns to prosperity, there will be more chores. In addition, I would like to inquire about some things through New York." Shanghai wanted to tease Beiping: Why did you have a sad face? Are you worried about him?The hostage in Nanjing is gone, he should be safer and freer.

"You have to be careful, whether you are with people in Japan or the United States. Tokyo still has plans for you, and you still have to use your relationship with people in the United States and Europe to guard against him. Especially don't be caught in contact with Chongqing. We will wait. You...live well until the day of victory, and then celebrate together."

Bei Ping spoke smoothly, then paused at the end, and added: "It must be well, unscathed."

From the eyes of Shanghai, Peiping's resolute figure overlapped with another person in an instant.Different situations, similar words.Nanjing's gentle and cruel murmur echoed in my ears, like the wind that is determined to go away.It's like a river that people can't step into for the second time.

["Shanghai, you are special. You must live a good life, proudly and unscathed, that is you."]

The corners of his eyes were slightly warm, and he returned to normal in an instant.Since you all wish, I will grant your wishes, anyway, I will not suffer anymore... The spiritual pain that Tokyo inflicted on him that day has sunk to the bottom of his heart with the passage of time.It neither healed nor drained pus.

He smiled: "I remember. However, there are unpredictable circumstances, one day the plan is revealed and you are really going to be taken to the execution ground, so you can only say sorry."

"I won't stand idly by," Peiping replied immediately, his firm tone implying a toughness that could not be refuted. "If you need me, I will do my best to protect you... and your family." He put away the sadness in his eyes.He has had enough.From that rare cry in a century, he buried some resentment and strengthened a certain determination.All those people stayed away where he couldn't see and couldn't catch them.And he can't allow anyone to take away the person he cherishes anymore.

Is this like what Peking said?He stood on the gate tower and watched the Liao, Jin and Yuan soldiers break the city one after another, and when he turned around, he saw the desolate eyes of his compatriots; he was forced to flee the imperial capital due to his status and the royal family, but he could not save his brothers who were exposed to the great powers; he once knelt in the cold at dusk in the Forbidden City The floor, watching Qing gradually die...

Soon Shanghai will understand how much heart and courage it takes to pronounce the five syllables "I will protect you".

"Thank you." Shanghai put his hand on the doorknob, which happened to overlap with Beiping's, and then raised his eyebrows, "When you try your best to rescue others, don't drag your family Tianjin down."

The corner of Beiping's mouth twitched for two seconds. (Crowds of people watching the concessions in Tianjin by the Bohai Sea continue to sneeze)

What is this with what!

Taipei sits on the city wall, with lush forests at its feet.The spring wind was rampant, and the soft catkins surrounded him.Not far from the lake, although most of the passers-by are still gloomy pedestrians, there are already sparse laughter from children.Regardless of humiliation and pain, ordinary people always have to live.Just like they fought alone back then, and finally fell under the Japanese military boots.

Leaning against the city wall is Tokyo.With his hands in his trouser pockets, he still looks like the ambitious young soldier.At one point he was quite annoyed that Nanking had interrupted his plans, but he had recovered.Anyway, he'll win.

The radio was broadcasting news from the military, but Tokyo ignored it.He called: "Taipei."

"What's the matter, Your Majesty?" Taipei asked indifferently, which is commonplace in Tokyo.

"I'm leaving at the end of this month. At that time, it's time to prepare to capture Wuhan."

"Do you want me to stay?" Taipei keenly grasped the sound waves of the radio news. The Japanese side was ambiguous, but Xuzhou's army seemed to have won a victory in Taierzhuang.Tokyo should have known about it before, and didn't show any irritation.Maybe... Even if it wins, Xuzhou will eventually be no match for the troops who want to withdraw.

Winning one game is better than hitting the people's determination to resist the war one after another, right?In this way, the resistance in Wuhan will be more active.

"Stay here for the time being and watch the city. You won't have too much trouble with the surrounding city owners, right? After all, you haven't done anything to hurt their feelings." Tokyo glanced at Taipei.

Chills down Taipei's spine.Does Tokyo understand...Shanghai has been trying to find out the truth about Nanjing's suicide, and it was confirmed from his mouth?At least Nagoya knew that he was a person with most of his conscience, but Tokyo was not the only channel... But at that time, he didn't want to have any scruples.The warm and sticky blood still stuck to his hands, and he couldn't wash it off or wipe it clean.

He is too weak, so weak that he wants to cry without tears.Let him rebel once so what!

"It doesn't matter. Wuhan is a very important city. Isn't His Majesty on site to supervise?"

"I still have international strategic affairs, how can I stop at one China," Tokyo said with a smile, "Just leave it to people like Nagasaki and Hiroshima to fight the war. If Wuhan is taken, they will have to move the capital again?"

"Your Majesty said it very well."

Tokyo no longer talks to Taipei.He went down to communicate with the local Japanese government; then, a young girl came over, her willow-leaf eyebrows were tightly frowned, and her expression was far less gentle than the flower-shaped hairpin on her long hair.

"For your blessing," the girl said bluntly, leaning against the wall, "I have to stay too."

"So you want to go with Tokyo, Kaohsiung?" Taipei said lightly, without looking up at her.Kaohsiung hadn't talked with him for a long time, and he had expressed dissatisfaction with his position as the head of the family. The two cooperated and often quarreled.Taipei doesn't dislike her in his heart - Kaohsiung is more energetic and vigorous than him, and he is less concerned about the mainland and is good at looking forward.Without her, the Taiwanese family will inevitably become lifeless.

Worth mentioning.Their temperaments are not compatible after all.

Kaohsiung flicked his long hair: "I don't want to follow anyone's ass. That's what you did. Just stay here and have nothing to do. It's better to hear the latest news in Japan."

"What's the use of hearing?" What can you do?Taipei chuckled.

"It's because you look forward and backward and have no enthusiasm for participation that you lead us to live in such a suffocating way. Opportunities are accumulated, and it is always good to increase the possibility."

"Whatever you say." The wind got stronger, and Taipei tightened his coat.Kaohsiung next to him wore less clothes than him, but he didn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all. The girl's face was full of stubborn vitality.Feeling relieved for no reason, he slipped out a sentence, "Hey, Kaohsiung, who do you think will win in the end?"

Kaohsiung was startled for a moment, and then returned to his original unhappy expression: "What do you want me to say? Anyway, it doesn't make any difference to us, it doesn't matter who wins, and I'm not you...Although Tokyo has gone too far in some things."

Go for the duplicity.Taipei thought, but after all, she knew much less than he who followed Tokyo... It would be strange if they had the same opinion.

"It's you," Kaohsiung said indifferently and seemingly casually, "you've been having a hard time, haven't you? You barely recovered from the blow of being sold out by the former capital king of the Qing Dynasty. You just found some sustenance, but unexpectedly... ..."

Taipei bounced back. "do not talk!"

"I didn't point out anyone in particular." Kaohsiung remained unmoved, "Come on, you're still very scared."

Taipei finally refrained from attacking.Yes, he is very scared, always alone, with no support behind him, let alone guarding others.The days like this lasted too long and seemed to be endless. He had difficulty breathing, couldn't break free, and felt deeply hopeless, fearing that one day he would suffocate and die without anyone mourning for him.Kaohsiung is one of the few relatives around him, and he doesn't want to have any more twists and turns.

He straightens his clothes.The boy who was prematurely infected with melancholy brushed past the girl's shoulder with half-lidded eyelids and said nothing.

"Qingdao, show me the book that the enemy left behind...Qingdao?"

Xuzhou looked suspiciously at his Qingdao.He just took off his military uniform, washed off the gunpowder smoke and rested in the tent.Qingdao was also dirty because of following him for a while, but he stood by and didn't think about washing it for a long time.

Xuzhou waited for two seconds, but nothing happened.Just about to explode, Qingdao pulled off his arm, and sniffed with great emotion: "As expected of Xuzhou! You use tactics so decisively, and you can grasp the terrain, and stand on the front line as leisurely as at home! I finally realized that you are My senior..."

Xuzhou rolled his eyes with his forehead.What leisure, this word is too strange.Also, although Qingdao finally treats him as an elder brother, the feeling of the battle should not be the focus of this, right?Then, Qingdao was so excited that he didn't go to war, and it was troublesome to appease him, and it was really troublesome to drag the burden!

"You have a fever? Nervous. I told you not to run around and go back to your home port..."

Qingdao opened Xu Zhou's hand on his forehead, first he was wronged and then angry: "I sincerely praise you, you are so ungrateful! Huh..." He was about to cry out loud.

Xuzhou was in a hurry.Come to cry!He just realized that this kid is a black belly!

"Brother Xu, you are tired from the war and feel irritable, but you can't bully our lovely brother." The curtain was lifted, and Jinan walked into the tent with a gentle smile.Xuzhou's jaw fell to the ground and he froze reflexively, looking behind Jinan, there was no one else.He instantly thanked God that this was a blessing in misfortune.

"Lovely brother from Qingdao" immediately burst into tears and hid beside him, calling Jinan's name happily: "Brother Jinan, you are here too? Did you miss us?"

Jinan blue veins emerged for half a second. "Yeah, that damn uncle in Zibo approved you to leave the country privately, how can I not worry? You are very leisurely, and you don't feel guilty at all when you see me?"

"Brother Jinan must know that I am not messing around. Why do you feel guilty? You have watched me run the port for so many years. Are you afraid that you can't handle such a small matter?"

Jinan slapped Qingdao's head with one hand, but he fell down lightly in a soft heart.

"And, I'm really helping Xuzhou!" Qingdao laughed, with a fox's tail swaying vaguely behind him, "If I hadn't helped Xuzhou adjust his mood, he wouldn't be able to win the war! When I came, he happened to hold Brother Jinan's letter is crying in the corner..."

Xuzhou is embarrassing.When will Qingdao want to gossip! "Brother! Don't listen to his nonsense!"

"I see." Jinan bowed his head and pondered for a while, walked towards Xuzhou, and put his hands on his shoulders, "Brother, I didn't expect you to be under a lot of pressure. Thanks to Qingdao for comforting you, I really didn't fulfill my duty. You forced me to stop you." The enemy army joined forces from the north and the south, tried their best to win a victory, tried their best to delay...you are thin, Xuzhou."

Xuzhou wanted to justify a few words, but Jinan's last voice of concern made him speechless: "Brother, I...you are the one who worked hard, and you trekked here before your injury healed..."

"A little pain, nothing to worry about." Jinan said, suddenly a burst of cold air passed through, first Qingdao embraced him with a face of horror, and then Xuzhou tried to calm down but couldn't help shivering.

The curtain is raised again.Zibo mixed the fierceness of two peaches killing three men, the treacherous beauty of Liaozhai, and the figure of an unknown uncle's aura appeared in front of the three of them, muttering: "Jinan! Those attendants are so unreasonable that they don't recognize me. The city lord of Linzi interrogated me for a long time, You didn't wait! I said that these little brats are fine, but they want to drag me... Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Jinan sighed: "Every time you play, you scare the children."

"Ah ha ha, hello Uncle Zibo..." Xu Zhou smiled dryly in his mind, I'm not a brat!Qingdao completely shrunk its not-short body into the shadow of Jinan.

Zibo pursed his lips: "I can't see the sincerity, little brother Xuzhou. I'm here to inform you of the congratulatory message from the King of Chongqing and the letter of thanks from the King of Wuhan. Come and listen..."

Qingdao shouted: "Don't listen to him read, Xiao Xu! Uncle, he will definitely read the wrong telegram on purpose, just to punish us!"

Do you need to say that?Xuzhou thought that it was unrealistic to expect Zibo not to arrive.

Sitting and watching his family squabble together, Jinan felt a little sentimental, but more comforting.

It's good for the county king to understand some things, don't let the children share their worries for them, right?The message sent to them before Beiping went to Chongqing was correct: Even if it seems powerless, even if faced with a mountain and river full of holes to be cleaned up, those who survived... can always be guided by the power of survival and find their own direction.

On the Yellow Crane Tower.It was a sunny and blustery day, especially in the high places.

"Xuzhou has fulfilled its responsibilities. Even if it falls in the future, it can't be blamed on anyone—it's up to you, Wuhan." Chongqing said with a light cough.Leaning on the railing in front of you, Wuhan's military uniforms are straight and heroic, surrounded by Xiangfan and Yichang.

Changsha clapped hands: "Lead a vigorous battle, Xiaojing! When you protect the rear, we will also support you behind."

"Well, thanks to everyone." Wuhan nodded, his voice somber and solid.

"Brother, I also..." Yichang opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Wuhan: "Yichang, you don't have to keep up. While I'm stabilizing Hubei, you rush to transport the necessary supplies into Sichuan. What do you think of Xiangfan?"

Xiangfan thumped Yichang: "Brother Wuhan said that transshipment of supplies is as important as war, so don't shirk it."

Although Yichang was not reconciled, he agreed resentfully.

Wuhan said: "Thanks to Xuzhou's blessing, he reunited the turbulent hearts and saved me a lot of energy. Of course, there are also troops sent to Shandong from Nanning and Guilin. They fought bravely and were real dead soldiers."

Chongqing Tanshou: "The two of them said the exact words: 'The Guangxi army is the least afraid of death!'"

"Hey, Guilin was such a tough beauty back then. I fought him...to help the Han Dynasty surrender... I was so tired (note)." Changsha fell into distant memories, suddenly cheered up, and pushed Wuhan to swear viciously, "We are all experienced in many battles, don't lose to their gang of barbarians in South Vietnam! Xiao Jing, hold your breath!"

"Hey, hey..." Wuhan complained, the excitement is too much, it's not you who went to war.In addition, people in the Central Plains saw us as barbarians, each other, you come to Changsha to engage in regional discrimination is not right!

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Note: After the Han Dynasty, the Changsha Kingdom had a good relationship with the Northern Han Dynasty, and there were many frictions with the South Vietnam formed by Guilin and Xiangjun.