Nine Songs of Anti-Japanese War

"Why did I come here? I'll explain this when I get back. After all, I was disrespectful to Mr. Tokyo in other people's territory..." Beiping, who was leaning against the entrance of the corridor, folded the paper fan in his hand, and glanced at Tokyo teasingly from the corner of his eye. .

Tokyo stared at Peiping silently, with no light shining in his deep, ruthless eyes.Shanghai couldn't help but think that these two people haven't seen each other for more than ten years, right?The resentment formed invisibly across thousands of miles of time and space is deeper than any beam formed face to face.It's like the layers of corpses piled up at the bottom of a dry well, emitting a stench. Before the lower layer decomposes, new corpses appear on the top.Unless you live and die, it is a knot that will never be resolved.

Looking at Beiping, which was mixed in with kimonos, Shanghai, which was still in a nervous mood, was almost made to burst out laughing at this strange sight.Beiping folded his arms, held a fan in one hand, and leaned naturally against the handle of the corridor, with black hair just past his shoulders brushing his back, standing in the half-light and half-darkness with a wonderful sense of beauty.In contrast, Tokyo, which is completely under the sunlight pouring down from the skylight, is extremely mediocre.

Shanghai twisted his neck inch by inch, deflecting the sharp blade of the Japanese sword.Then slowly backed up, straightened up, and opened a distance of three or four steps from Tokyo.Tokyo's knife-holding hand remained in its original posture, motionless.

Beiping spoke again: "Put down the knife! I can definitely provide Shanghai with weapons right now. His marksmanship is not necessarily worse than yours."

"What do you want?" Tokyo finally responded.He was still looking at Peiping, guessing how many guns were hidden under the kimono, and whether there were hidden weapons in the folding fan.

Shanghai has no desire to interrupt at all.Now that the ending of the script is obvious, he will keep a low profile and leave the performance stage to the two of them.

"If you are sure to deal with me and Shanghai at the same time, there is nothing to say. If not, then you say..." Beiping's tone gradually became cold, "We took you as a shield and then you were besieged by your people. In the end, everyone will kill you." Can't eat and walk around, or take the peaceful route?"

Another long silence.Tokyo slowly lowered the knife and put it into the sheath with a swish.He only said three words: "Go away."

"Hey, give me back Ningbo." Shanghai quickly added fuel to the fire.

Tokyo only had a calm expression, and his tone had changed greatly: "Why keep him? You three, get out together! Two county kings, we..."

"There will be a period later." Beiping nodded calmly.He opened the folding fan and made a gesture of goodbye to Tokyo.

Only then did Shanghai realize that this fan was no longer the one he used to carry most often.This one is smaller and has no words, just a few plum blossoms dotted on the plain and elegant paper.But judging from the not-so-thin thickness of the fan, there must be a hidden weapon hidden.

This is not something from Peking, is it?This idea just passed by in a flash, he was anxious to get Ningbo back, so he didn't have time to think about it.

And Osaka just left without saying goodbye, and I will apologize to him next time I find a chance.Thinking so, after Shanghai boarded the ship, he sent Ningbo, who was finally a little groggy because of the drug, into the cabin, and looked back at Hong Kong.

"Master Hong Kong? Are you following..."

"Are you hungry? I'll go to the kitchen to get something to eat."

"Ah, yes, I am very grateful." Shanghai laughed.Hong Kong helped a lot behind the scenes in being able to escape from what could be called a life-or-death situation.It was the first time in his heart that he was so grateful to an opponent, "If you hadn't brought Peiping here, I...Actually, I think Tokyo might have guessed that you did it. Aren't you afraid...?"

Hong Kong pursed his lips and tilted his head: "He has an opinion and yelled at London. I have the right to decide who my ship takes. Besides, I just took people along the way. The result is your business. I don't think about other things." No."

"But, why did you come here suddenly...?"

Someone sighed softly behind him: "I just really want to see you sooner, there is no other reason. I am also a little worried that you will encounter some trouble if you are rash once in a while. It seems that it is not wrong."

Hearing the first sentence, Shanghai was still in a daze without reacting.The second sentence was almost finished before he turned around abruptly and looked at the person with long hair fluttering in the sea breeze beside Beiping.

"You! You are..."

"Forgive me, Shanghai. I should have followed Peiping to find you, but Peiping doesn't want me to meet Tokyo..." Nanjing lowered his eyes, "I'm not sure either, so let Peiping use my fan to say hello to him, It may also be useful to ensure your safety. You haven't changed... We really met, but I don't know what to say."

Shanghai quietly stepped forward and stretched out his hand.But Nanjing pushed him away unexpectedly.

"Nanjing?"

"I'm glad you're still safe, but I really don't know what to say... I'm sorry I'm leaving first, Beiping, you and Shanghai can have a good chat." Nanjing left without looking back with a conflicted face, and turned into a The corner is gone.

Both joy and disappointment came too suddenly.Shanghai was stuck in place, staring blankly at the direction in which Nanjing's back disappeared.

Beiping patted him on the shoulder heavily: "You are the last relative he saw. Give him some time."

Having said that, the reason is obvious.Shanghai nodded, closed his eyes and meditated.The sun is shining brightly, and white gulls soar in the gap between the sea and the sky.He couldn't see them, and he couldn't hear the brisk and free chirping of the birds, but he worried that the blood and gunpowder smoke would captivate his eyes again.

"Yes, I know."

The night is dignified.

Chang Sha's eyes wandered unconsciously among the documents on the table.The urgent telegram has been lying on the top of the pile of documents for a long time, and a few lines of neat square characters are reflected in the pupils, still so indifferent and lifeless, just like the expression on his face.Occasionally, phrases like "burn the whole city down" and "Tianxin Pavilion in the south of the city" suddenly pierced his eyes from the pale paper (Note 1), and the young man only showed a moment of sadness, and then returned to indifference.

You can ignore it, but the result is the same.Putting it on the top is self-abuse, but who can save it if you put it on the bottom?

The night outside the window is heavy, but it is not the peace and tranquility of the usual southern night, but pretending to be calm and suppressing great anxiety.Nowhere in the air does it look like a heavy lead weight is falling, and the breathing is so heavy that I am afraid that the breath will block my chest.

"The city won't be able to hold on." The boss's words echoed in his mind repeatedly. "This city will not be able to sustain it. In the past half a month since the end of the Wuhan campaign, too many refugees have poured in from outside the city, and the water and land transportation capacity of Changsha City can no longer afford it. If the refugees still use this place as a The shelter of war, the whole city will collapse!"

So, where else can refugees go?Wander south, or turn back?Not only the 30 residents of the city, but also 20 people from Wuhan...the people entrusted to him by Wuhan.

Does Changsha City have to throw them out?

But, right now...he doesn't have to worry about it.There is no difference.

There are many, many county kings in the enemy-occupied areas.Changsha remembers their winks, their reluctance, and their pain of being forced to part.They were absolutely unwilling, but after the materials in their city were occupied, as the boss said, "the money was used by the enemy" and became a sharp weapon against their own people.

Don't want the enemy to whip your fellow countrymen on your horse?Do you not want to live up to the promise you made to Wuhan?

Please accept this offer unconditionally.

It seems that it has not been affected by the heat wave of the war that is approaching step by step, and the miserable chill lingers for a long time, still lingering on this land that is conserved by the waves of Dongting water.Damp and fog filled the air, and closing the windows tightly could not stop them from penetrating into the room with the cold air, cooling the bottom of my heart even more.

The streets must have been deserted.Looking at the closed window, Chang Sha let out a long and dejected sigh.Has his city ever been so dead at night?Even in the days of war and turmoil in the past, his people would never close their doors in fear, as if they were afraid of prying eyes.Even in dilapidated and crumbling bungalows, there are laughter and laughter echoing every night.They believe that the days will get better day by day.

When will his streets be full of crowds, hawkers, carefree laughter and the sweet aroma of sugar and oil cakes again?

Thinking of this, he was a little dazed.

Do not worry.Changsha comforted himself that this was his city.A massacre cuts off the blood that has continued for thousands of years.The enemies are driven away, and the peaceful land is bathed in sunshine and rain, and green grass and red flowers will surely grow again.No matter how many sacrifices he made, he was extremely looking forward to the arrival of that brand new woman.

The air defense alarm was also turned off, and the propaganda against the enemy was also done, and his heart was somewhat settled.Although there are still residents in the city, the order to set fire will only be issued when the Japanese army invades, and there is always room for retreat.

Changde, Yueyang and the others were all facing the same crisis, and returned to their own cities to prepare for the battle.Wuhan wanted to stay, but he kicked him back.Changsha has a little regret: he shouldn't have treated Wuhan so roughly, especially when the other party was full of thoughtfulness that he seldom expressed.But he has no self-confidence, whether he will burst into tears inexplicably at the moment when Tianxin Pavilion catches fire and collapses or at any other moment.It would be too embarrassing for Wuhan to see it.

However, he will remain calm.There was no one around to help, and Changsha, a rare person, carefully tidied up the desk by himself.Immediately, everything will start again after returning to zero, so let’s say goodbye to the past before returning to zero.

Abandoned churches are piled with dust, and the land is barren.

Berlin walked around the fallen beam, under which was pressed a flag embroidered with gorgeous and brilliant patterns, and countless footprints were printed on the flag.For some reason, the golden double-headed eagle was abandoned on the marble floor like a rag, and was trampled by countless turbulent people.That scene is not far away—the death knell is ringing, and gorgeous red flowers bloom under the decadent cross, converging into a red flame, a red ocean.Shining brightly in the storm, it seems that it will never go out.

That might be a heroic sight, Berlin thought.

"The bosses that need to be talked about are all finished. I said that it is fine to have fun in the city. Why should Mr. Berlin choose a broken church." Moskva stood behind him, but his clear voice was full of temptation.

"It's nothing, just stroll around. After all, this is your very famous church."

"Oh." Moscow stood under the shattered stained glass window.The sunlight fell on his shoulders randomly through the glass, making him so beautiful that it was unreal. "You don't need to look any further. We have already had new beliefs and said goodbye to the past. This is the people's own choice."

"Yes. My people also have to make their own choices..." Berlin murmured.

"Is it the people? Are you sure?"

"Whoever is elected must be trusted unconditionally and entrusted with full authority, isn't it?"

Moscow shook his head, his blue-gray eyes lit up with a deep starlight: "Not necessarily. Mr. Berlin, I hope you pay attention to the stability of the country, this is the fundamental, there is no harm in paying more attention..."

"This is a friend's concern. Thank you for reminding us, we already understood." Berlin interrupted him and walked down the steps of the church.He glanced at Leningrad under the stairs, flung his black windbreaker, and strode into the waiting car.

Moscow followed and bid Berlin a ceremonial farewell.The moment the car drove away, Moscow heard Leningrad sigh weakly: "I have a hunch. I have a hunch that one day, you will..."

Moscow nodded solemnly.He raised his eyes and saw the red flag fluttering in the wind, a figure that could no longer overlap with the black eagle.

We are the reflections of two sides of the same powerful country.

We are the wings of the same era. (Note 2)

We will eventually be enemies with sharp knives stabbing each other.Success or failure in life and death, honor and disgrace, but to be determined.

There was a loud noise, like thunder cracking the sky.

If there was no sudden noise after that, Changsha would almost think that the loud noise was his hallucination.But.

wrong.

It's different from the plan!

Changsha couldn't sleep at first, and was bored in the alley, bolding the enemy's propaganda slogans over and over again.After the sound that almost shattered the eardrums in an instant, the flames rising not far in front of him unfortunately confirmed his conjecture.A giant red lotus that exploded in the air rose from the ground—the rumbling of the beams, the rumble of the wall and the sudden cry intertwined into a torrent, sweeping the entire ancient city unstoppably.

The fire was as violent as the magma erupted from an active volcano that had been accumulated for many years. For a time, it was covered with groups of bright red snakes that assembled in response to the call, swallowing hot snake letters, and entangled buildings, trees and people.

The terrified roar quickly turned into a cry for help.and crying.wail.curse.

The sense organs are still working continuously, touching Changsha's nerves.Under the huge impact, his will almost stopped.

He... saw hell again?

In your own town?

Changsha stood there dumbfounded, with the hot wind blowing over his cheeks, and crying bitterly piercing his eardrums.And he was still just standing.Noisy human voices reached his ears through the four walls of fire, but he was also indifferent.

The girders of the house collapsed, and burning branches were thrown from the sky.The small clusters of flames that fell at the feet immediately accumulated into a skyrocketing flame.

These flames that are about to devour his city carrying thousands of years of memory are the children of purgatory!The invading pack of wolves should have been incinerated—but no!Before the enemy had even taken a step towards the city, the fuse of disaster had been recklessly ignited.There is no possibility of recovery anymore, and the ashes of the catastrophe raised by the sacrifices of the flesh and blood of countless people are eating away the original appearance of the ancient Changsha city bit by bit...

A barrel of fuel tanks rolled down to Changsha's feet.

"what……?"

It was too late to dodge.The bright sparks that rushed into his eyes captured him with supreme beauty, shocking, cruel to the pinnacle of beauty.Tongues of flame danced wildly, arms raised, stretched toward the dark sky.

Losing consciousness is just a blink of an eye.

I still remember the last moment of falling into the abyss, people's wailing was just like his consciousness, like steaming water vapor dissolving into the dancing fire in the sky.After that, he couldn't catch anything anymore.

Looking from a distance, the dark night of Changsha City has been dyed a shocking pool of blood red.

On the hills outside the city, Wuhan couldn't restrain his trembling legs, and barely sat down on his knees by holding onto the trunk of a tree.

"What's going on here? Who's going crazy? Who!" Wuhan suddenly turned his head, and the same frightened figure of Xiangtan appeared in his eyes that were shining with fire just now, "You said...you said Changsha is still in the city?! "

"If there are no accidents, I'm afraid... it is..."

Wuhan slowly slipped down, kneeling in the dead branches and leaves all over the ground.

"Changsha. Changsha...Changsha——!"

Wuhan covered his face and let out a long, desperate roar.Suddenly he jumped up again without warning, and staggered towards the city that had become a purgatory on earth that belonged to the person he cared about.

Both Xiangtan and Xiangfan who had just followed were stunned by his sudden move.Afterwards, he reacted and quickly chased after him: "Wuhan, wait! You can't—you can't go!"

It was daylight.Since the night when Changsha City was full of flames, there have been several reincarnations of the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.In the temporary military tent, Yue Yang and Chongqing sat at the table facing each other with cold faces.

"This is a terrible accident. The specific cause has not been investigated yet. Several scapegoats have been shot, but it is difficult to find out who is the culprit." Chongqing flipped through the documents, "What's the progress on your side?"

"I can't find it, I can't find it anyway. There are ruins, rubble, ashes, and dead people everywhere. It is unrealistic to go from house to house. And we are running out of time. The enemy will cross the New Wall River in two days." , Soldiers approaching the city..."

"Hmm." Chongqing shook his head slightly, subconsciously digging at the rough wooden table with his fingers, sawdust stuck between his fingers, and his tone was like a wry smile, "Is this true—they won't find anything to use in Changsha City?"

"..." Yue Yang didn't respond, and still looked as cold as ice.

The cold atmosphere made Chongqing extremely difficult, so he had to find another topic: "Where's that guy from Wuhan? Has he calmed down?"

"That night, his family members gave him several injections of tranquilizers. After waking up, the fire was all out, so what else could he say. In the first two days, he searched for it with great hope, but then he gradually realized Realistic."

"...So, shall we begin the final evacuation procedures?"

"It's time for you to go back to the capital, before the Japanese army arrives."

"It's not just me, Miss Yueyang, come back with us. Your military talent is recognized by everyone, and it's really not your responsibility to be forced to abandon the defense due to insufficient troops. Don't..."

Yue Yang looked at Chongqing, who couldn't speak, with black and white eyes.

"Don't, don't give up on yourself just because you're too sad." Chongqing managed to hold back the second half of the sentence smoothly.

Yue Yang squeezed out a stiff smile that seemed astonished: "There are too many sad things... I'm not afraid of one more."

"But!" Chongqing hesitated to speak.

"Your Majesty, there is nothing to dare to say. Most of the city was destroyed, and the people were killed and injured. I was still in the city at the time. Three disasters happened at the same time. Even if some people really died like this, there will not be many people in our family. Accident. Don't worry, I won't be emotional. But I can't accompany you to the capital."

"why?"

"Thank you for defending me, but I can't deny the fact that Yueyang City abandoned it without firing a single shot. I can't sit among those admirable county kings with a guilty body. I beg your permission I went to Changde City, the matter in Changsha has come to an end, and Changde is the person who needs help most now."

"The question of deploying troops..."

"There is no need to give me soldiers. I will go on the road alone."

"It's fine." Chongqing sighed, his brows and eyes darkened, "my family can understand my own pain better."

Yue Yang quickly said: "I just want to avenge my shame! It has nothing to do with my family..."

"But isn't it better?"

"how……"

Chongqing brushed aside the messy hair in front of his forehead, and pressed his hands on his forehead, which was no longer smooth due to day-to-day toil and sorrow. Every tiny wrinkle hides countless sorrows. "Changsha, is my good buddy, a man who dares to think and do things, I like him very much. I also know that Yueyang, you are a very strong woman with equal strength, so you and Changsha always don't show good looks to each other, and make a lot of noise Yes. Even so, the relationship as a 'family' can grow deeper and deeper, it has nothing to do with the appearance of the face..."

While Yue Yang was listening, she lay silently on the table, her messy bangs cast a large shadow on her beautiful face.

"For example," Chongqing frowned embarrassingly, "me and Chengdu. I don't understand how he can surpass me to become the boss of the Chuan family... Yes, he is no match for me! But, As long as there is danger, the two people are very nervous about each other. If Chengdu is burned, I...I myself can't think of what I would do on the spur of the moment. So, this kind of feeling must not be doubted, right? If you are not sad If you don't, it's rather strange... Expressing your sadness is definitely not something to be ashamed of, right?"

"..."

"Ah, it's one thing to be sad, but another thing to know what happened to the King of Changsha! His life is at stake. Maybe he will pop up by himself as soon as we leave. No matter who it is, don't give up hope. ah!"

There was a low, faint laugh.Yue Yang raised his head, not as cold and rigid as before: "You... I think, as the capital king of a country, you are really becoming more and more competent and more like you."

"That's a last resort." Chongqing sighed again.

"There is no reason...he has no reason to disappear," Yue Yang said almost to himself, turning his face away, "Daidu Wang, do you understand that there were some grudges in the past? Because of those things, he and the former capital king What a dislike to each other! Although the same city will be ruined, but he told us, as well as Wuhan, that apart from this, there will be no more similarities! There will be no casualties, no danger to the people, no enemies I can’t get it either—it’s better to say than to sing! In fact, who’s better than whom! If you don’t believe it...if you don’t believe it, it’s useless! If you don’t believe it, just get the fuck out of me!”

Yue Yang scolded loudly, took a few big breaths, and his arms that were straight on the table relaxed slightly.She looked directly at Chongqing and said, her voice was calm but hoarse: "I'm sorry, I'll go out and calm down for a while."

Chongqing silently watched her open the curtain and rush out of the cold tent.After a while, the heart-piercing cry of a young woman was heard. The sharp and completely let go voice echoed for a long time in the gloomy, cold and ruthless world, and the thick cotton curtains made of military tents could not stop it. .It sounded like crying.After a long time, it was a bit like laughing.

"Bastard—" similar words were mixed in the cry, "This bastard!"

Chongqing tilted his head, thoughtful.He lay down on the table like Yue Yang just now, and buried his head in his arms.

"It doesn't sound like there's any difference between really crying and laughing? What Rongcheng said... Damn it, it's really true."

The memory ends in the unrestrained blood red.The originally patchy and mottled picture is immersed in it, and it is also dyed with this supremely deep and eye-catching background color.

The most soaked one was originally blue—thousands of years ago.Under the moonlight-soaked dark blue night in Chudi, the jubilant crowd gathered around the burning bonfire and sang in unison the gods they believed in.He and A Jiang who were young were also among the singing crowd.The singing sounded floating, as if the happiness of being one with the gods surrounded them.

They offered sacrifices to the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.They offered sacrifices to Lord Yunzhong.They held hands intimately, reciting the beautiful words and phrases left to them by Dr. Sanlu——

"Come on with the drums, pass on the ball and dance on behalf of the dance, and promote the beauty of the concubines. The spring orchids and the autumn chrysanthemums, the endlessness and the end of the ages." (Note 3)

The sharp pain made it too late to cry.Is it because of the gentleness of the past, or the cruelty of fate?

Never ending, never ending.

Residents who have lived on this land for generations, have you ever looked forward to the future of your dreams?

Or just repeated in the endless prayer and longing, sighing and disappearing?

Too much mourning, too much hatred.Tears were dark red, like fresh blood.

……

The blood...it should be red in color.

What is this called?

White, spotless ceilings.

Vision is blurry at first.After clearing it, he found that what he saw was still white, and he almost thought that he had lost the ability to distinguish colors.When he lowered his gaze, this worry disappeared.Beige sliding door, gray bedside table with scratches, iron tray, and surgical forceps with dark red bloodshot residue.

Both eyes are present and have normal vision.Then what?

Then he caught a glimpse of the medic's overcoat hanging casually from the back of the chair.

Damn!

I remembered.He was not killed by the fire.After surviving the endless, dark and scalding hell, he woke up once, dragged his severely burned body over the rubble and bricks, and walked a short distance to the edge of the city.On the way, he vaguely heard a voice calling him.It's relatives.It's not bad if it's Ah Jiang.

It was already very difficult for him to walk forward, unable to pay attention to the danger under his feet, he accidentally fell from the shaking ruins, slid to the edge of a pond, and fainted again.There are all weeds that have been withered and yellow for a long time but are still very long. It may be difficult to find them.

But.He was caught by the enemy.The luck is too bad to be added.

Chang Sha raised his left hand, which was still intact, and stroked his cheek.Almost half of his face was covered with bandages.The most useful right hand is hanging, and the leg is currently unable to move.It was a great kindness to dig him out of the grass, give him emergency treatment, and then operate on him, who was seriously injured-what did they want?

The answer is obvious.Therefore, when the scalpel, which can save lives and kill people, touched his neck, he just twitched the corners of his mouth, like a sarcastic smile.

The military doctor stared at him coldly: "Aren't you afraid of bleeding you?"

"I've said it several times, I don't know." It was very difficult for him to speak coherently, but he didn't want to show weakness, "It's true that I am the head of the Hunan Patriarch, but all my energy is spent on how to attack and how to deploy defenses below I don't care...and I won't tell you if I know it."

"It's hard to get back a little life, shouldn't you thank God? The king of the county is a person who loves life, right?"

"My city has turned into a pile of ashes. I don't have the time to love this shitty good life." Changsha stared blankly at the ceiling.Is there nothing left?In the ocean of despair in my heart, there seemed to be a trickle quietly surging: No, that's not the case.You still have a lot of people, people you should love are waiting, and there is more than one piece of land to miss... Even when you are in a desperate situation, there are still things that you can't let go of.

However, if he survived, he would have to pay the price of humiliating his personal dignity.Then he would rather have been reduced to ashes in the karmic fire of that hell.Forget it, let’s live this for nothing——

The military doctor withdrew the scalpel and left.Changsha was puzzled for a long time, and suddenly thought of a more chilling possibility.

Oh shit.He couldn't even use the strength to bite his tongue.

Chengdu smiled moderately but sincerely: "Peiping, I'm glad you came back safely. You have experienced life in the enemy's rear area well, right? And our real Capital King, Xiao Yu who is acting as an agent is very happy to know that you can come to help. Don't like dealing with piles of paperwork—"

"Chongqing has worked hard, and I am very happy." Nanjing nodded slightly towards Chongqing, Chengdu and Wuhan, "Just please call me by my name...my city is occupied by the puppet government, and now the capital of Chongqing is the real one. .”

"Ah, let's leave it at that, Xiaoyu is still good enough to be the king of the capital in terms of the endurance of the war."

The corners of Chongqing's mouth twitched, regretting that he had expressed his true feelings for his compatriots in Rongcheng in front of Yue Yang—so stupid!

He shook his head: "Peking, Nanjing, I will say enough about welcome in the future, but please take a look at this first—a message from Nagoya, one of the heads of the Japanese army's logistics force."

Everyone gathered around this long telegram and looked at it for a long time.When they raised their faces, including Chengdu, everyone's faces became gloomy and contradictory, and Wuhan even clenched their fists.

"...In short, Changsha is still alive and was dug up by them, and the enemy threatened us with his life to release water in the future battles in Hunan Province?" Peiping said.

Chongqing only uttered a few words: "Let's discuss what to do."

Wuhan said: "Ghost...what if they lie and set a trap?"

"You see, they say they don't believe it and they can send photos."

"..." Wuhan supported his forehead with one hand, "...I don't want to watch!"

"That's it, to be honest, based on what I know about Changsha," Chengdu said with a glance at Wuhan, "he would rather give him a good time, the sooner the better. It is absolutely stupid for us to release the water according to their request." , but ignoring this telegram is a bit..." He stopped, and the drawn-out sound dissipated in the air.

"I," after hesitating for a long time, Wuhan managed to force out the words, "I feel...hateful, I—"

"Let me negotiate with Nagoya."

The focus of everyone's attention jumped from Wuhan to Nanjing who suddenly interrupted.

"Let me negotiate with Nagoya," Nanjing repeated without any hesitation, "if he is like a rock, then we have to find another way out. But at least let me test it first."

Beiping continued without thinking: "You will be exposed if you do this!"

"It doesn't matter if it's exposed, the big deal is that some people will be sulking again. Wuhan, leave it to me for the time being, do you think it's okay?"

Wuhan felt a little blurry in front of his eyes.It was not due to water vapor, but probably due to a sudden lack of oxygen for unknown reasons.He looked at Nanjing's face covered with a layer of fog on his retina, and tried his best to extract the lively face of his loved one from his memories.Then, with difficulty, he nodded.



Note 1: Refers to the urgent telegram containing the instruction to burn the city in the accounting room.

Note 2: Selected from "Portrait of Ivan Bradzinski" in the LP section, I forgot who the author is, but the writing style is amazing =v=

Note 3: Selected from "Chu Ci Nine Songs of Lihun", the rhythm is brisk, and the meaning of the words is joyful. It is a song for rituals and gifts.

The author has something to say:

First of all, the Wenxi fire in history happened at the end of 1938, and it was postponed to the beginning of 39 due to bugs and plot needs in my memory.In fact, you can’t be called Wen Xi anymore... well, who cares?

This chapter is still very bloody and there is no actual plot progress.In the next chapter, you should be back on the right track, right? (Ghost knows) In addition, I let Yueyang girl swear and swear not enough. My own mouth is actually much dirtier than this.