Nine Songs of Anti-Japanese War

No one will know how Changsha was brought back.

This is Nagoya's wish.Although this wish is a little wishful thinking, but he can't care about things after many years, so it's fine now.If his motherland is victorious, the small mercy of sending the seriously wounded enemy back to his family not only has no effect on the victory, but also highlights the benevolence of our army.If you lose the battle... no, it's impossible.

In fact, nothing is impossible in theory.Also after the baptism of blood and fire for thousands of years, the owners of the ancient capital should understand that the so-called impermanence of the world means that things beyond rational prediction often emerge in endlessly.

...forget about it.

The woman serving tea and water on the side of the tea table saw Nagoya with a subtle expression.She followed his blurred and flickering eyes to look out, and it was still a cold, barren, war-torn land floating in the long-lasting morning mist.Perhaps it is because of being immersed in the sorrow of boundless human feelings for too long, the originally beautiful mountains are numb to the footsteps of spring, and the color is gray and bleak.Nagoya, who was wearing plain clothes, leaned against the door frame, changing his posture slightly from time to time, but staring at the world without anything.

The cigarette he held between his fingers billowed with blue smoke, as thin as a filament, rising into the unchanging cold sky.

"Nagoya-kun." The woman called softly.The other party just turned his face sideways and didn't respond.

"Mr. Nagoya, your cigarette butt is almost burning your finger." Nagoya suddenly woke up, looked at the finger, and let out a small exclamation.She pursed her lips and smiled dignifiedly and kindly: "Throw it away, go back to the house and have a cup of tea."

The two sat down at the coffee table facing each other.The woman raised the teapot high and poured hot water dripping down. Her white and slender knuckles supported the primitive teapot, gradually submerged by the upward steam, and her clear and elegant posture became a blur in the fog.

Nagoya took a cup and took a sip.The fragrance is condensed, and the greenery of spring is deposited.

"It's delicious. What is it?"

"You can drink it slowly if you like it. There are many good things in the home of the local rich man who fled. Junshan Maojian is from last year." The woman looked out the window and shook her head, "I'm too talkative, this year's spring hasn't come yet."

Her folded hands are as beautiful and delicate as her face, yet fragile, making one feel the urge to protect.Looking at the tea leaves spinning at the bottom of the cup, Nagoya suddenly thought of another woman he had seen, Yue Yang.She also has a beautiful face and a graceful figure, but her hands are not delicate, with frostbite and blood stains, and her knuckles are slightly deformed.The complexion on his face is also not good, and his beauty has also lost five or six points.

Yueyang City was abandoned that day, and the imperial army swarmed into the city cheering with slogans of victory.When they found her, she was holding on to the girder of a bungalow that had been half blown up, trying to stand upright, her black and white eyeballs were directed at the place where the troops had never left.When someone wanted to approach her, she suddenly picked up the tiles on the ground, stabbed deeply into the other person's chest, then ran away, jumped into a truck and disappeared.

If this incident happened in a wartime country with certain strength, the respect Yue Yang would receive would far exceed the censure received by the Lost City.She will be regarded as one of the prides of the nation and will receive unanimous understanding and sympathy.The people will be filled with optimism, for a nation of so many brave men will triumph without fail.

But what about in China?Losing ground again and again, what spirit of nothingness can outweigh it?This woman returned with the misery of a lost city and the shame of a deserter.What would her colleagues think of her?When comforting her, can you look directly into her eyes and say "It doesn't matter, we will win"?

"I rarely see you smoking. Are you worried?"

"Hmm..." Nagoya felt that the vague thoughts in his heart could not even be explained by himself, let alone understood by others, so he had to choose a vulgar explanation, "I feel a little homesick."

"Yes, your home is a good place. The boys in the army often talk about their hometown, but they seldom mention how they miss them?"

Nagoya's interface was so fast that I didn't expect it: "They all received a complete ideological education before they came to the battlefield in a different place. For the emperor, they can sacrifice everything. If you show homesickness, it is tantamount to admitting the cowardice and faith of the heart If you are not firm, then by extension, you are disloyal to the royal family."

"That's right... For people like you, ideological education doesn't seem to work."

"I'm not human. The Showa Emperor is both my boss and a short-lived human being. I will never have a god-given sacrifice for him. I'm not Hiroshima and Nagasaki, I do what I'm told , I don’t have much enthusiasm in my heart. Aren’t you the same?”

The woman raised her eyebrows, lowered her eyes, and bent her soft white neck into a beautiful arc: "I don't know. As a short-sighted and weak woman, I instinctively... instinctively hate war. Peace without hunger and undisturbed days, I accept that first. I don't want to think about the rest."

As if she wanted to avoid something dangerous, she just finished answering, and couldn't wait to open another topic: "The two people in Nanjing and Wuhan are too immoral. You didn't put on the attitude of the superior party in the negotiation at all, trust them I didn’t set up a row of guards at the reception table. It’s really too..."

"Forget it, I'm not injured." Nagoya responded lightly, and put down the bottomed teacup.On the opposite side, the face of the woman who lost the decoration of the water mist also lost the elegance that was once uncommon, revealing a kind of human weakness that can be forgiven but helpless.

"However, how do you explain this to His Majesty the King? We absolutely do not want you to be punished for your kindness, even if it is His Majesty's will!"

"It doesn't matter... His Majesty Tokyo never knew that our troops found Mr. Changsha."

"What... what?"

"That's it. Don't get me wrong, I want to wait for his injury to stabilize, negotiate with the Chinese side, and report to His Majesty after the matter is settled. After all, there are too many uncertainties in this matter. The headquarters is very busy, so it is not appropriate to rush Excuse him. Now—" Nagoya got up and walked to the fire, the firelight elongated his dark shadow on the floor, "don't mention it a word, don't think too much about it in private. Just let it go Bar."

With his hands behind his back, small balls of paper rolled from his open palms into the crackling firewood, turning to ashes in an instant.The Nanjing line "Please allow us to look forward to you" on the paper has also disappeared permanently.

"Don't say thank you to me."

The moment Wuhan hesitated to speak, Nanjing said.

Wuhan sighed with a little understanding.The two stood on both sides of the gate, about four meters apart, neither far nor close, and the atmosphere was both peaceful and delicate.This has happened several times, but the other party's facial features have been much softer than in the impression, and he doesn't want to be in a formal and straight posture like before, but obeys the rare relaxed mood, leans his upper body back, and leans against the door panel .

"Okay. You're telling me not to ask why Nagoya went according to our plan just because of a note from you, right?"

"We met when we were not far away, and we met almost every day for two months. I think he can be trusted to a certain extent..." Nanjing smiled, "Let's stop here. Does that mean we didn't say anything?"

"No, enough." Wuhan also smiled.He roughly deduced some basis for trust in Nagoya.Although it was a risky move, the observation and preparation were indeed sufficient.

"Wuhan, where do you plan to go next? The rear area? If you want, you can stay in Changsha. After our army withdraws from your city, the deployment in the surrounding area is complete, and it will not threaten Hunan again for the time being. But I'm afraid we will have to After the Jiangxi family suffers, it is estimated that there will be another wave soon..."

"Let me think about it for a while, and go to whichever is more helpful to everyone."

Nanjing looked at Wuhan Dayi's awe-inspiring disregard for his children's selfishness, but his eyes were covered with bloodshot face from staying up all night, and he was angry and funny.Wuhan also understood his thoughts and rolled his eyes.

"You've been looking at Changsha all night, go catch up on sleep early."

"It's okay, I still want to wait—" Wuhan was refusing, when a nurse holding a trolley came from the end of the corridor and said to them with a smile: "The patient is awake, not in danger, and in good spirits. The Prince of Wuhan, he strongly demands to have a few words with you, do you agree?"

Peiping put a row of braided red knots on the window sill, and studied the texture of the knots one by one.Nanjing approached and saw his careful movements and focused eyes. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Do you weave knots? It's rare to see you so leisurely."

"Not many, but I still remember the method. I want to send one to hang in Changsha's room to congratulate him on his safe return. Give the rest to other friends. Which one do you think is better to hang in the room?"

Peiping picked up a red knot with his fingertips, and the dense tassels under the knot swayed slightly, hanging down beside his elbow.Through the tassels, you can see the green shoots just spit out by the young trees in the yard.

After a long winter full of pain and parting, spring has indeed come.Even if this is just a kind of spiritual comfort, they have no reason to ignore its beauty because of their practicality.

"I think everything is pretty, you have the final say."

"Okay, let's go to the players...I heard that Wuhan agreed to stay with Changsha?"

"Well, let's talk about it after coming out of the ward. Who knows how long it can stay. Sooner or later, the enemy's offensive focus will turn to Hunan Province, and they will try to tear a hole in the defense line. Who dares to talk about peace?"

"Wuhan is ready to accompany Changsha to meet the enemy. Fortunately, some buffer time can be guaranteed. It would be unimaginable for Changsha to go to war like this."

"I think so too. His temper is often stubborn to death where he shouldn't be stubborn, and his family can't stop him. If that happens, he will probably really kill himself."

"That's why Chongqing said that his 'rejoicing is beyond words'..." Beiping couldn't help but slightly curled his lips, and turned to Nanjing, "It's good that they get together first."

Nanjing was stunned for a while, then silently turned his face away, while Beiping waited patiently for a long time before he said, "I'm also thinking, it would be nice to be with you now."

"Ah."

"I adjusted my mood and thought about when I have the opportunity to have a good talk with Shanghai. I want to talk to him a lot, and tell all the things I have concealed and missed... You all said that he is more mature, right?"

"Yes. It's not obvious at once, but it's really become a lot." Much of it has to do with you.Without thinking, Peiping swallowed this sentence. "Speaking of which, I haven't asked you once since I pulled you out of the city. Is your body really all right?"

"No. It's just that you look bad and you're very thin."

"My city is half-dead, and I can't help it if I think about it." Peiping suddenly realized that there was something in the Nanjing dialect, "Are you...?"

"Just like you think. Believe it or not, you can't beat me now. The traces of the bloodbath are all covered up by the deformed prosperity. The puppet regime feasts and sings every night. The strength of my body comes from such a city. I don't know exactly However, in the long run, no matter how much you want to stick to your position and spirit, it will be melted away slowly, much faster than your city lords in occupied areas. Beiping...you know very well..."

Yanyun Sixteen States.Peiping's heart twitched for half a second because of the sadness and sorrow that referred to the long-ago boyhood.That young man wrapped in the barbarian cavalry team with a desolate expression and long hair blown messily watching the army of his former homeland leave in defeat, is he himself?At that moment, who was it that quietly held his hand?

He took half a step closer and hugged the dim-looking person in front of him.

"We will win, and that day will not be as far away as you and I thought..." He whispered in his ear, as if talking to his past self, "We are together, nothing will happen."

Even if he wins, he won't find the answer.

Although he would not imagine failure out of loyalty to the country.

The peacefulness of the past, the rising and falling of the sun and the sinking of the moon supported by the ups and downs of the sea tide, the order of the Eastern Kingdom continued for thousands of years.The tide ebbs and flows, the flowers bloom and wither.Putting the wine to the moon, chanting the cherry blossom viewing, the fishermen singing, and the stars moving, in short, it was a peaceful dream, which was shattered unexpectedly one day.Lost a strong umbrella, but also lost the back to follow.There is a heavy price to pay for simply realizing this.

Star-Spangled Banner (Note 1), Raiders, West.

Coercion, humiliation, outbursts in silence.

They have groped for so long in the chaotic darkness, and crawled for so long without restraint and dignity in the damp cave. They experienced failures and setbacks, hardships and disappointments, but they could not shed tears when they experienced the deepest feelings.Weak people have no right to cry.I thought I saw the exit from a distance, and an economic crisis (Note 2) rolled up on the other side of the ocean destroyed the longing for a prosperous life accumulated over the years in a short time.

I told you a long time ago that passive acceptance will not end well.How many times have you seen the consequences of begging for a peaceful environment, begging for other people’s alms, and begging for God’s mercy—we must use our own hands to create a new order!Glory to the newborn Sunrise Land!

Let them believe that all the force for a while is to liberate them from Western oppression, and under the leadership of the master of the new world, there will be no more suffering soon... Of course, we must firmly believe it!

The turbulent voices, thousands of soldiers, the young Tokyo's arrogant and conceited face on the high platform can be regarded as a high-spirited face at best.In a trance, the swirling and falling maple leaves passed before his eyes, and in the deafening shouts that annihilated all voices, he could not find or confirm the existence of himself.Illusion, like a maple leaf, the soul is drifting, let the wind blow, not knowing where to go.

He was like an alien, an alien who would be afraid to be swallowed up by the loyalty and enthusiasm of the soldiers and civilians of the motherland.Not only the soldiers and many people, but most of the city lords, who are young and energetic and have unlimited dreams, are also eager to try, shouting with all their heart, and the white-hot enthusiasm reaches the clouds of the palace, and shakes the gods in the sky with all their courage.

And when he looked back, the beautifully dressed Kyoto was standing with his hands down, his face was calm and numb, carrying the bewilderment he imagined with the withered maple leaves.He carefully pushed aside the passing crowd and walked towards the capital; maybe he just wanted to say a word of greeting lightly; maybe he also wanted to tell some trivial things and unstructured reverie after the greeting.

Before he could speak, Kyoto met his eyes.From those eyes that have accumulated vicissitudes, he did not read a single bit of exposed thoughts and feelings.One look, one look only.Kyoto turned and left, as if avoiding his questioning.

Across the mountains, corpses are everywhere.Across the sea, blood flowed like a river.Allegiance to the emperor, death as home... (Note 3)

How beautiful it is to die.

Under so many clear skies and so many torrential rains, he has heard such singing, and he has also heard all kinds of wailing under the singing.

The death of our side, the death of the enemy, the death of civilians... death in various forms.

Can a pool of blood give birth to a new world?

Is death equally beautiful in any form?

No, he thought.

Death should be quiet and graceful, like cherry blossoms falling.And young His Majesty Tokyo, even if you put me in a logistics unit that is not easy to face the battlefield directly, even if your propaganda and mobilization are full of power to live to death, I can't love what you love and hate what you hate equally strongly.I always thought that the form of death should not be what I see now.

Are you happy, Nagoya-kun.

Nanjing passed him by in an almost whispering tone, opened the car door, sat in, and closed it.The freshly thawed spring breeze blew across my cheeks, and it was as cold as an ice spring.It was the last time he saw "the one" him.

You should let me go to some countries in Southeast Asia, if you want me to really believe in your myth of building an empire.Many people there believed that it was the strong compatriots in Asia who came to liberate them from Western colonization.

It should not be China.A country where my heart is devastated and painful, a hell that wants to tear my faith, loyalty and conscience apart.That morning, when I saw Shanghai and Suzhou rushing towards the city gate with the last hope, you know... what was I thinking?

So you don't need to know about this.It is the retribution for your mistakes in personnel arrangements.

Of course, I'm still... loyal to you.

Nagoya's hands pulled away the cooling ashes.Far away, the eyes are far away, the night is dim, and the east will be bright.He smiled wryly: this marks another sleepless night, which he wasted away unconsciously.

The western suburbs of Paris, in front of the Palace of Versailles.A man and a woman sit side by side on the benches lined up along the edge of the neat green ground, with a distance of 1 to 2 meters.Pigeons circled down, cooing, pacing and begging around them.

"In my opinion, the government of the Spanish Republic will fall within two months," said London, throwing out a handful of pigeon food.The luster of his dark blond hair, whose neatly combed ends are slightly raised, is occasionally obscured by the shadow of pigeons gliding past his head.

Paris, who pushed all the curly chestnut hair to her chest, laughed contemptuously. Although the laughter was malicious, it was as moving as her appearance: "Do I need to follow your opinion? This is obvious. Since the establishment of the government in 31 Even if I think it will die sooner or later, it will not be easy to last for so many years.” (Note 4)

"Moscow will be very annoyed, right? All the hard work and funding for so long has come to nothing. Look how majestic Berlin is. Austria, the Czech Republic...Spain will soon be included in their territory of influence."

"He has no choice. The internal construction of his own house has only recently been on the right track. How can he get the energy to challenge Berlin? At most, two people will talk in private, smiling and hypocritical. It's easy to discuss things. Don't worry about him."

London sighed, stopped feeding, and the unaware pigeons were still circling around him. "We still see the Soviet Union as a potential enemy, and I don't care if he's comfortable or not. It's Germany that bothers me. Remember, Paris? It's only been 20 years since they were defeated and the treaty was signed here at Versailles. Only 20 In [-], they regrouped, flexed their muscles, and became so arrogant... Doesn't this seem a little unbelievable, even terrifying?"

"It's a bit unusual. However, a defeated country is a defeated country. If you want to swallow up a few small neighboring countries in one breath to get rid of the treaty of Versailles, you should be satisfied. Berlin seems to be very proud, and the pride is the pride." ..." Paris casually raised his legs and put his hands on his knees, "Does he dare to think about us? Don't I need to repeat what your boss said to you?" (Note 5)

Mentioning the boss, London frowned. "Forget it." He got up and glanced at Paris and said, "But I think those people in Poland are really pitiful. The people in Sud and Germany are in constant panic...won't you just say that you're also in continental Europe?"

"Okay, I'll choose a good day, the weather is clear, the sun is shining, I dress up beautifully, bring a basket of flowers and spring scenery, and say hello to Berlin and say good morning. Excuse me, sister, I'm going to appease the bullied by you Little Warsaw."

Paris's response was obviously teasing, she shrugged, and the corners of her beautiful lips curled up slightly involuntarily.London is very personable, no matter how suffocated in his heart, he has no intention of jumping at the brunette beauty.

"It's up to you, if you have the ability to convince the Germans or take a detour, it's up to you to reach the finish line." London poured the pigeon food upside down in the bag, clapped his hands and left, and touched it reluctantly before leaving. The little head of a white dove. "Your pigeons are cute. However, your English needs to be improved. A bunch of mistakes in pronunciation will affect the image of a lady."

His answer was a soft snort: "I pity your French level and condescend to speak your unaesthetic language on my own land. I advise you not to push yourself too far."

At the end of summer, the Battle of Nanchang ended.

After this battle, the Japanese army captured Nanchang and repelled the counterattack of the national army, obtained the southeast barrier of the Wuhan security circle, and opened the passage to Changsha. At the end of August, the Japanese army once again directed its attack on Hunan.

In the afternoon when Hangzhou and Suzhou visited as agreed, Shanghai made room in advance and set up the tea table.There was a dreamlike effect as soon as the two equally handsome figures sat down at the table.Shanghai thought to himself, if they are going forward, they should avoid all topics that are out of style, so as to live up to the scenery.But now, no matter how the topic turns back and forth, it is impossible to turn it out of the realm where the turbid current is rampant.

"Unfortunately, it seems that Nanchang will never be taken back. It is rare for us to counterattack once. The enemy still has a lot of vitality, and Hunan below..." In the late summer, the seaside city has not faded, and Hangzhou has long hair that is in the way. , "I can't escape."

Suzhou said: "Inevitably, those who should come will still come. They have long been mentally prepared, and the main thing is to guess the specific strategic and tactical arrangements of the enemy. Changsha's injury should have recovered a little bit, right?"

"Well. Just take care of him and don't call him to the front line. With Wuhan watching, it stands to reason that there will be no extra problems."

"Oh, I have to rely on the power of love." Suzhou exclaimed pretending to be surprised, and looked at Hangzhou. The two smiled for a while, and then looked at Shanghai, who rested his chin on his hands and meditated silently.

Sensing the two of them looking over, Shanghai put down their hands and said, "Overall, the situation is fairly stable. Although the chemical weapons in the Battle of Nanchang caused us unexpected losses, this is not the main thing. The war situation is unlikely to deteriorate significantly. On the contrary, what we need to pay attention to is that the Japanese government's political inducement to surrender to us is almost isolated and helpless. The success rate of using power and money to make them betray is quite high. From the end of the war in Wuhan, the effect can be seen...Counting the person who went straight from Chongqing to Hanoi at the end of last year (Note 6), "Shanghai sneered ironically Said, "It can be said that the achievements are remarkable."

"Shanghai is right to be worried. If we don't take action in time..." Suzhou shook his head, his clear eyes gleaming with melancholy, "Chongqing will be in danger of collapsing from within, and the consequences will be disastrous."

Hangzhou said: "When it comes to countermeasures, it would be best to combine changes in the international political atmosphere and stabilize the psychological state of the rear personnel. I think it's time to pay attention to European trends?"

"Europe." Shanghai recalled what it had seen and heard recently, but found nothing. "The Soviet Union and Germany just signed some kind of treaty (Note 7). It's sneaky. I didn't find out the content. It's probably a bit like Poland. Relationship, hasn’t Mr. Berlin, a good partner in Tokyo, coveted it for a long time?”

"Then the Soviet Union was afraid that Germany would monopolize the benefits and threaten them, and couldn't bear the loneliness, so they settled it with Germany in private?" After receiving Shanghai's hesitation for a long time, Hangzhou moved the tea set away, "Xiao Hu, we Trust your sense of smell. Not good news."

"Moscow has been reborn from ashes, and holds the most holiness and justice in the entire earth... As a result, has the relationship with Berlin taken a new step?" Suzhou said softly.

Hangzhou chuckled: "Actually, I never thought that the two of them could really get together. No, it's impossible."

Shanghai waved his hand indifferently: "Forget it, don't worry about him, I've known for a long time that any country only cares about its own interests at critical moments. Due to the changes in the international situation, it is still too early. At this stage, we should rely more on our own strength to fight decisively and stabilize people's hearts."

He ends with a neat summary.The expressions of approval from Hangzhou and Suzhou implicitly express their position.

"Well, let's start setting things up early, in a targeted manner. By the way, let's talk about something besides the topic..." Hangzhou glanced at Suzhou and then at Shanghai with a mysterious expression, "I heard that Nanjing just arrived in the southwest and did a thriller. The matter? Or did he propose it on his own initiative?"

"Yes, it was several months ago." Suzhou's tone was calm and breezy, but his face was buried deeper and deeper, and the hanging bangs blocked his face.

"In order to save Changsha, it should be done. There are colleagues in Wuhan. The most important thing is that Peiping let him go without saying a word. He is such a rational, mature and responsible man. I have always been to him and to him. ——"Shanghai smiled brightly like a bright sun in May, "I have always trusted you haha..."

"Yeah, nothing special at all."

"Well, I just ran to the Japanese military camp to meet acquaintances."

"Yes, Xiaohu, you have a good attitude... Do you know that if I have a chance to catch my cute brother, I can't think of any other way to express my emotion besides picking up a chair and beating him... Hahaha!"

Hearing halfway, Hangzhou must admit that his hair stood on end for a moment; however, he immediately adjusted his mentality and laughed dryly with the two of them.

The joy of being together is precious because of its ephemerality.On the third day, September 9, before the two people in Suzhou and Hangzhou bid him farewell, an urgent telegram was placed on the desk in Shanghai.

After receiving the notice, Shanghai hurried back to read the telegram, and then brought it to the two of them.

"It's nothing, you should go home according to the original plan. It's just that what you just guessed suddenly came true." Shanghai smiled casually and showed them the telegram, "Germany invaded Poland by lightning."

The barely maintained peace can no longer maintain the false warmth.After ten years of brewing for the signs of freezing, the cold blade finally unfolded, step by step, extending its sharp tentacles to every corner of the world map.

The faint blood color also quietly spread invisibly, the fishy smell gradually became stronger, and the dormancy was about to come to an end.As long as it breaks through the ground, bright red spots will be splashed on the green, yellow, and even sea blue maps.The meat grinder, which will involve hundreds of millions of lives in the future, was officially launched here, grinding its teeth, and a huge black shadow of coldness and cruelty was erected on the unrestrained land of the ice field.

As far as the eye can see, there are thousands of miles and a frozen road.

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Note 1: Refers to the "black ship arrival" of the American fleet in 1853, which is regarded as the beginning of modern Japanese history.

Note 2: Refers to the 1929 world economic crisis in which Germany and Japan suffered heavy losses.

Note 3: One of the Japanese military songs.

Note 4: After the establishment of the new Spanish Republic in 1931, it was overthrown by Franco's rebellion supported by Germany in 1939.

Note 5: The Prime Minister of Meimei’s family was Chamberlain at the time... so there is no need to elaborate ==

Note 6: Refers to Wang Jingwei and his party who defected at the end of 1938.

Note 7: In August, Sood signed the "Secret Molotov-Liebentrop Agreement" and decided to carve up Poland privately.

The author has something to say:

There are a lot of metaphors in the character actions and scene descriptions in this chapter, and there are also a lot of prudence. Compared with JQ, the taste has become very weak, almost becoming the background curtain...

The beginning of the European War is still quite boring, and I plan to take it roughly in the next chapter, so as to end the second stage of the War of Resistance.