Nine Songs of Anti-Japanese War

The moment they stepped out of the ship, the peninsula under the control of cold and high pressure allowed a group of visitors with live ammunition to fully appreciate its power.After changing hands twice, the ice-free port in Northern Europe is used to show people her haggard and pale face covered with dirty soil and mud, snow and ice.Seeing the arrival of the two capital kings, the patrolling troops at the port did not dare to take a second glance to delay their work. It never melted away.

"Lutetia (Note 1), put on your hat quickly." Leon, who followed Paris out of the cabin, instructed.

"Oh, good..." The first thing Paris did after getting out of the cabin was to look around at the harbor full of dangers. He answered casually, and after pulling up his hat, he said with trembling teeth: "It's so cold. Even if it's not freezing. Hong Kong and Northern Europe are different, and it’s still like this in April... oh."

The Norwegian official at the reception echoed: "France has already bloomed in spring."

"What's the use of spring flowers blooming." Paris said coldly, stuffed her long hair back into her hat, and walked down the gangway.London sneered slightly, and followed along with Edinburgh.

When their feet set foot on land, Paris was already talking to the French Expeditionary Force.She spoke very fast. If it wasn't for Leon's frequent reminders, the foreigners in London probably wouldn't be able to understand what she was talking about.The French officer nodded and smiled, but Paris was still dissatisfied, and ran away as soon as he pointed at the officer.He ran back after a while and said, "Wait for five minutes, the Norwegian military will immediately lead you to meet the Lord of Narvik."

"As soon as possible."

Paris was sullen, an effect intensified by the cold air.London asked: "Why did you rush to this? Narvik will naturally see you, but before that, you can do other work, right?"

"Don't tell me that those days you hid in the bilge are not enough to go through the military report. Knowing the background is enough. Asking the city lord about the actual situation is the most effective way."

The leader came, and a group of people marched towards the camp of the expeditionary army under the escort of soldiers.Edinburgh patted London on the back: "Hey, I think this lady is quite anxious."

London turned his head sideways and gave a meaningful look.

The temporary command post is located in a row of concrete bungalows.At the entrance, they were greeted by a woman wrapped in gauze on her forehead.She was wearing the uniform of the Royal Norwegian Army, and her short iron-gray hair was exactly the same as people's impression of this city.This is the owner of the northernmost ice-free port on Earth, the Lord of Narvik.

"The King of London, the King of Paris, and Mr. Lyon and Mr. Edinburgh, thank you for coming from afar." She said polite words, shook hands with the guests, and led them into the office, but her face was exhausted and helpless. Put on a forced smile.

"First of all, thank you for your swift actions after our country was invaded. Without your assistance, we would have lost all hope. These words should have been spoken by the capital, but you know... the Germans declared war The capital was captured that very evening, and Lord Oslo failed to withdraw with the royal family."

London said: "We are deeply saddened by the fall of Denmark and the misfortune of your country. We did not expect Berlin to reach out so quickly. I am sorry for the late arrival. It is really amazing that you can last so long in front of the menacing German army. The world admires."

"'We will never surrender automatically, the battle is already on'(Note 2) - the courage of the Kingdom of Norway also inspired us." Paris said, "However, if your country can perceive the ambitions of the Germans earlier and know in time With us, I think, we won’t be in such a difficult situation today. We were originally scheduled to send troops to your country on April 4, and a little reminder is enough to preempt..."

"Is there any point in saying this, Prince of Paris?" Narvik disagreed, "The world is chaotic and chaotic, and we are by no means prophets."

"In just 4 hours, Denmark was occupied by the German army in 4 hours! This is the fate of a small country without support. You are a few steps away from the German circle of influence, and you don't need a prophet to see it!" Paris The nameless fire that had been simmering all the way suddenly broke out, even though she still maintained an elegant sitting posture.

Narvik was too lazy to hold back, and stood up suddenly: "What about you! Are you worthy of our unconditional trust? I already know that it was your French military committee who was afraid of German retaliation that delayed the dispatch of troops! Even so, still Are you going to put the blame on us?"

"Stop arguing, it's pointless!" London came out to mediate. "We are here to understand the situation and formulate a counterattack plan, not to pass the buck to each other. Ms. Narvik... What do you think of the prospect of the counteroffensive operation?"

Paris turned his face away and took several deep breaths before calming down.Narvik sat back, arms folded across his chest.

"This is my own country, and I don't want to say anything to whitewash the reality. The prospect is difficult. We, the expeditionary force, are scattered in various areas where we landed. There is no coherent front, and supplies cannot be guaranteed. The German army and the domestic gang With the support of traitors, they are equally familiar with the land of Norway. I can continue to fight, as for when I can fight, I can only take one step at a time..."

After the short visit, everyone left the port by boat.Everyone's face is dignified.Lyon and Edinburgh returned to their cabins, while Paris and London stayed on the deck, relatively silent for a while.

"You're very restless." London said slowly, staring at the tumbling water beneath his feet that was cut open by the bow.

"The gentlemen of the island country can't understand our feelings." Paris said coldly, "I used to laugh at you as bumpkins isolated from the mainland, but now the strait has become your natural barrier. Unexpectedly."

"It's not that easy. Look, Berlin is going to build an air force base in Northern Europe, and I want me to wash my neck and wait for him to blow up." London made a gesture of wiping his neck, "each other."

"Their actions... are too fast. Fortunately, you played some naval blockade in the past two months, and it's all over."

"Don't say it's nothing to do with yourself. Your war reserve is so bad, of course it can only help you to buy time to breathe, but it's a pity that Berlin is very smart and didn't give it a chance."

"..."

"'The center of Europe is France, and the center of France is Paris', if you have this kind of arrogance, don't spread your anger everywhere, I..." London turned his head, looking at her with emerald green eyes, "We are your allies."

"Ha! Hundreds of years earlier, I would never have thought that I could become an ally with you!" Paris laughed loudly, shook off his hat, and even bent over to cover his stomach.It took a long time before she stopped laughing, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said, "You seem to have mentioned that you will not be able to get together for a while when you go back this time?"

"Well. From now on, there will only be military affairs, no diplomacy, so I don't need to keep it any longer. My family's ruling and opposition parties are having a lot of trouble. It is estimated that there will be a change of prime minister. I have to watch it more."

Catching the moment when London frowned, Paris felt a little sympathetic, and her tone softened: "You have worked hard too. Take care when you go back."

"You too. Let's meet and discuss after the first wave of the German offensive is over." London walked back, "I'm leaving. It's cold on the deck, so you should go back to your room early."

Paris hummed.The ruthless and cold sea wind swept across the deck, wave after wave, and after taking off her hat, her smooth and beautiful long chestnut hair was blown into a mess.The passage of the North Atlantic warm current makes Narvik the northernmost ice-free port in the world, but this does not add a gentle color to the sea.As they roared, they rushed along the side of the ship.Paris watched them silently until they disappeared behind the gray skyline as far as the eye could see.

"People said that he was surrounded by the enemy, shouted for surrender several times, and finally got shot in the chest, and fell here alone. Then, they cut off his head and traveled around Tonghua Province and many other places. To show the public..."

"I saw it, that day." The silver-haired young man whispered, as if he was afraid of disturbing anything.

The hillside they faced was surrounded by three dense forests, and the grassy slope was beginning to be green. Although the joy of birds chirping could not be heard for the time being, that day was not far away.Two months ago, it was the snow of their deeply respected and beloved Commander Yang that dyed the land that was still covered with ice and snow red.Will his blood permeate the ice and snow, melt into the soil, and nourish these green grasses to grow vigorously?Should be.

Shock, disbelief, grief, the momentary despair that seems to be over... The reaction after hearing the news of his death was nothing more than this.How can you make them believe something that even the enemies present can't believe?

Even if he was betrayed by all relatives and besieged alone in the dense forest in order to stick to his ideals, they never thought before that his life really passed away like this, leaving forever the land he loved and the people he cared about.

Shen Yang's memory of what happened on the day when he learned the bad news was very vague, and there seemed to be a gap of several hours.Anyway, after that, he calmed down.Grief cannot be erased, but the dead are dead, and after all, they cannot stop the living from advancing with the torrent of the times.

Yang Jingyu, an ordinary, short-lived human can engrave unforgettable traces and long-lasting thoughts on the hearts of the city owners. Just for this alone, this life is not in vain, right?

Now they are going away.At this moment, Shen Yang's heart is filled with more guilt, the hatred of not being able to inherit his legacy and continue to fight in the forest and snowfield.

"Xiaoha."

"What's the matter, brother?"

"In February, during that separation, you said you met Changchun, right?"

"Yes."

"I haven't asked you properly. Did something happen between you? Can I ask now?"

"Well, of course. In fact, if I really want to say what happened, I didn't..."

The memory of Harbin returned to more than two months ago, deep in the snow mountain, where he and Changchun faced each other for the first time in several years.

When he woke up, Harbin's whole body was occupied by a kind of pain after being hit, but he was not injured at all. With one hand on his waist and the other on the ground, he finally stood up straight on the snow.He looked up, and suddenly got a shock: he was in a valley, probably the result of running too fast before, slipping on the edge of the cliff and rolling all the way down.I don't know how difficult it is to find the original railway line with bare hands... Wait, bare hands?

The hands moved faster than the brain, touching the back of the shoulder.The gun was hanging there in good condition, and half of his suspended heart was put down.

"Wake up, Harbin."

The heart suddenly lifted to a higher position than before.He turned his head stiffly when he heard the sound, just in time to see the face of a young man wrapped in leather and wearing a puppet Manchukuo military uniform.The title and the unnatural smile are unfamiliar to him, but the facial features and inherent voice are truly familiar to him—his brother, Changchun.

"Changchun...it really is you!"

It has been many years since he changed his name to Xinjing, but he can't call it out.

"You see, you are in a hurry. You rolled down the cliff by yourself, and you didn't forget to pull a backrest to bring me down too." Changchun said casually.In fact, he was worried about Harbin and slid down after him, but he didn't want to say it.

"I think I acted as a back for you! I woke up earlier than me, and I was dressed like a dog and I didn't mess up at all." Harbin retorted without thinking.This time Changchun did not respond.Harbin wanted to go on, but his tongue was knotted, and he hesitated for a long time, unable to utter a word.

Ever since the day Changchun disappeared into the dark night without saying hello, how many times has he imagined seeing his second brother again.The brighter ones rushed into Xinjing, went straight to the Imperial Palace of the Manchukuo, grabbed his collar and asked loudly why he left them; Lost the momentum of questioning.However, the twist of fate is always caught off guard.All the lines that had been rehearsed in advance were discarded, and he really didn't know where to ask.

"Look at what I do, do I look weird?"

"No." Harbin said angrily, "Compared to the night you left, it hasn't changed at all."

"Really. Strange, Xiaoha, I think you have changed a lot, a lot. Your height has not grown any longer, and your eyes and nose are still the same, but..." Changchun took two steps closer, gesticulating, and his hand was once away from Harbin. The face was very close, but suddenly pulled away at the last moment when it was about to touch the cheek, "I understand. You have grown up."

"You're not much older than me, why are you pretending to be old—" Harbin remembered that he should seize the opportunity to ask some key questions, and was about to turn to the main topic, but Changchun pulled him to point to the cliff: "Let's think about how to get out. It is too time-consuming to take the gentle mountain road, and it is easy to get lost, this slope is not very steep, why don't you try to return the same way?"

"Even if you are good at climbing trees, there is still a gap between you and monkeys."

"It's okay, I have a rope on me." Changchun pulled out a hemp rope like magic, "You must be hungry and tired too. Follow me without delay."

The ascent went surprisingly smooth.Although the surface of the protruding rocks is covered with snow, it is not very icy, and the risk of climbing is greatly reduced with the help of ropes.The only trouble was climbing up the last big rock where Changchun once stood.Changchun, who led the way, went up first, but Harbin did not succeed until the third time because his stomach was too weak and his hands and feet were weak.On the way, Changchun wanted to give him a hand, but seeing that his younger brother didn't even look at him, he had to give up.

Finally, Harbin climbed up the cliff with difficulty, still cursing a little in his mouth - there is no way, staying in the guerrillas for so long, there is really no entertainment other than scolding mothers.

Especially Changchun who stood overlooking him, his eyes were so cold and flat.

Harbin only saw his silhouette when he straightened up.Changchun continued walking silently, Harbin didn't care too much, and chased him until he was in front of another forest.Changchun pointed to the path in the forest, which had not yet been buried by snow: "Let's part ways from here. You can walk along and get out of this mountain. The rest is your own business."

It's time to go back.Witnessing his disappearance, Mudanjiang may have returned to the base camp to report the news, and he should not worry his relatives anymore.It's just that the matter in front of me is not over yet.

"What about you? Where are you going?"

"I'm going back to where I belong."

"Where should I go? Are you talking about your ridiculous palace? And that ridiculous obedient emperor? Stop joking!" The speculation that he didn't want to believe for many years seemed to have come true. Harbin was very angry and pulled his hands. Passing the collar of Changchun, "It's true... Like Shen Yang said, I shouldn't have such big fantasies... I should have understood when you left us. You can't come back, right? ...Today you not only didn't tie me back, but also helped me, at least you didn't forget about brother...Do you need me to cry bitterly at you, thank you Dade? Dear, Xinjing?"

"Don't call me that." Changchun's tone was calm, and there was a hint of sadness in the black eyes staring at him.

"You've gotten used to it by now."

"You can't. There are some things that you, you, including the eldest brother, have never understood."

Unknowingly, Harbin's hand left the other party's collar: "Okay, we are stupid, then why don't you say it! How many times have you had the opportunity to say it! That time is, this time is still the same! Just say we don't understand, yes You don't want us to understand, do you?"

Changchun shook his head.Neither agree nor explain.He sighed: "This mountainous area is becoming more and more dangerous. After you go back, don't come here again. Since you are not interested in becoming the subjects of 731 experiments."

"...We've heard of experiments on living people. This unit even has a serial number."

"Naturally. They don't care about conscience, but they are very serious in their work."

"Hmph. It doesn't prevent you from running to the palace. I'll go and go back to report safety." Harbin lifted his legs and walked quickly.Two steps, three steps, four steps...

Stop me, Changchun.I still want to hear your voice again and see your face as before.I am willing to believe your explanation no matter how late it is.As long as you are willing to come with me, no matter how much you have hurt us, I can tolerate everything.

nine steps.ten steps.

"Family... are you okay?"

Harbin stops.He didn't look back, but buried his head deeply.

"They're all still alive."

"Where's Big Brother?"

"He's fine. I separated from him the day before yesterday and I think he's fine."

"Oh."

"Is there anything else to explain? Let's say it all at once."

"It's nothing.... You just said that I can't return to you. It's too early to make such a conclusion. That's... that's all."

There was a crunch of feet on the snow behind him.Changchun left along another path.

Only then did Harbin turn around slowly, following his gradually shrinking and receding figure.The figure from the back seemed thin and desolate for some reason, but also vaguely contained some kind of lonely belief.He wanted to cry a little bit, but he just gritted his teeth and walked quickly in the opposite direction, never looking back with nostalgia.

After returning to the base camp and reuniting with comrades, what followed was the sad news of the commander-in-chief's sacrifice.Too much misfortune.This encounter has been buried in the bottom of my heart for more than two months. Apart from mentioning a few words to the closest relatives, I am not in a hurry to talk about it.

"Recalling what he said, thinking about it carefully, in the end, I feel more at ease." After finishing speaking, Harbin added lightly.

"Ah, I'm still digesting what you said in such detail..." Shen Yang pressed his temple with a little trouble, "I won't be able to react for a while. How do you say that you have a lot of peace of mind?"

"I don't know how to explain it. It's just an indescribable but very clear feeling. Changchun is missing us, and his heart is still toward us."

"But why did you do that kind of thing and refuse to explain it?"

"He probably has his own reasons."

Shen Yang looked at his younger brother.His expression was calm, his attitude was neither arrogant nor impatient, and his answers were short but firm. He was completely different from the eager look he clamored to take the initiative to find Changchun last winter.

"Okay. I agree with you." Shen Yang said with a smile.

"You said that his appearance hasn't changed at all. I think it's because you are careless as a younger brother. You didn't take a good look at him in your heart. It's impossible for a person who has lived away from his family for 8 years to remain unchanged.  … Just go away like this , let alone have no chance to meet each other. It's too late to prove whether you were careless or I wrongly blamed you..."

The breeze is laughing through the forest, and the freshly grown leaves rustle on the branches.

In this bleak winter, under the large-scale sweep of the Kwantung Army, they lost their commander-in-chief, and the number of the Anti-Japanese Alliance dropped sharply to only 2500 people left.Facing the overwhelming disadvantage, they have to consider whether it is necessary to wipe out all the people in order to be worthy of their ancestors for the survival of the organization.Talks with the Soviet Frontier Party and the Far East Army are still in progress. If there is no accident, they will soon withdraw into the Soviet Union in batches.

The scenery there is similar to that of the Northeast.But that is not his motherland after all.You can tell just by smelling the air.

"I'm sorry, General!" Shen Yang knelt down on one knee towards the grassy slope, "We can't continue to fight on the black soil as you wished. However, we will never forget to recover this homeland. As long as we live, we can recover The days of Northeast China will surely come... We will surely snatch your head back from the hands of the devils." The last sentence was very low, more like a soliloquy.

Dots of flickering light caught the sight of the two of them.The last bit of residual snow left in spring slips from the pine branches, the snow powder spreads out, dances freely with the wind, bathes in the warm sunshine, flashing golden brilliant brilliance one by one, and flies to the overlying layer. The green mountains and plains are everywhere, and I bid farewell to the mountains and forests.

Goodbye……

The state of my parents!

On May 1940, 5, the German army launched a full-scale attack on the western front, attacking the Netherlands, Belgium and Luxembourg in batches.By the end of May, only Belgium, which lost its capital Brussels, was still making hopeless resistance.Britain and France could not give them any effective assistance at this time-their own fronts were also defeated.

The parliament hall after the meeting was surprisingly decadent and desolate.Paris stood on the podium, leaning his elbows on the table, looking at the newly appointed adjutant-in-chief of the Commander-in-Chief with his blue eyes covered with slender eyelashes.There was no emotion in her eyes, but she exuded a sense of oppression that only a superior person possessed. The adjutant stood there, not daring to move.

"Don't be nervous," Paris cleared his throat and squeezed out a smile, "Can you tell me on behalf of your commander-in-chief why the defense plan he made with confidence failed within a week? It's as fast as... ah, Like a fart that disappears in the wind?"

"Your Majesty, we have done our best! Who would have expected that General Bijot would encounter a car accident...Belgium surrendered unconditionally again. Besides, we believe that the British army should also bear some responsibility for the failure of this plan. "

"If we had known this earlier, it would be better not to replace the commander-in-chief. It turned out that we could carry out one idea to the end, and once we changed lanes, we would lose faster." Paris sneered at the ceiling.

"We still have a chance! Build a line of defense between the Somme and Aisne Rivers, maybe we can stop the German offensive..."

"Tell me, how many divisions can be deployed on that line of defense?"

"...71."

"71 divisions! Very good!" Paris raised his hand and slammed it on the table. The sound of the impact echoed in the empty hall and lasted for a long time. Air force support, to block more than twice as many German divisions? Has our army finally fallen to the level of just delaying time and fooling children!"

"...Your Majesty, you are the capital. Before everyone gives up, please don't give up hope."

"Forget it. I shouldn't get angry at you. You go, and assist the commander-in-chief."

Paris was exhausted physically and mentally.She leaned on the podium with one hand buried deep in her hair.As soon as the adjutant's footsteps came out of the hall, another person came in through the side door.

"Lutetia." Steady bass.

"I'm sorry, Leon. I can't protect you."

"Don't be sad. Things may turn around."

"Partial victories can't reverse the overall decline. Those defensive lines in the north look decent, but the Germans will definitely rush to consolidate before they are consolidated, and they will be smashed. Speed ​​​​is their greatest strength."

"At least more than 30 Allied troops have escaped from the north. Dunkirk, he should have arrived in the UK. I will check with London later."

"He is very brave, and he can keep calm in the face of a strong enemy's siege. May God bless him." Paris thought, this is probably the only and last thing that can comfort her, "I'm sorry for you... Leon, Don't talk, don't comfort me. I haven't fulfilled the responsibility of a capital king. From now on, I will take you all to suffer..."

On June 6, the French government hastily withdrew from the capital.Paris himself rejected the peers.

"Wherever you want to move your capital to, whether it is Tours or Bordeaux, I will not go with you. Instead of fleeing in embarrassment and being forced to surrender in a corner, I would rather use my own eyes to watch the German army enter my city. , with a little bit of dignity."

On the 11th, the city of Paris was declared an undefended city. On the 14th, German troops marched into the proud capital of the French Third Republic for 70 years.Crowds of citizens huddled on the side of the road, watching in horror as the German invading army stepped into the Arc de Triomphe proudly, and the tank troops crushed the neat and beautiful streets.The man grimaced, and the woman wept softly.The children didn't know what to do, but they were also the most frightened group, hiding in their mother's arms and still shivering.

That evening, Paris took the elevator to the top of the Eiffel Tower.Looking at the Eiffel Tower when the sky is low, you can appreciate the magnificence of day and night. The sunset reflects the sunset, and the night view of Paris waiting for the stars to alternate is the quiet beauty of this legendary city.The wind in the high places in summer is a bit strong, but it is comfortable and cool.

The Tower is not lit tonight.Paris is alone, feeling submerged in the dark and vast world, everything on the ground is unreal and unreachable, only the stars in the sky accompany her, her mood is ethereal and empty.Only the skirt that is dragged by the wind and brushed against the calf from time to time can arouse a little sense of being alive in the world.

The sound of the elevator doors opening.

She turned her face to stare at the bottom of the steps. Berlin was surrounded by a group of SS soldiers, approaching step by step.

"Since you haven't withdrawn, you should have the awareness to face us, Paris." Every word of Berlin resembles his knife-like facial features, cold and emotionless, creating coercion unintentionally, "As long as you cooperate , I will never use handcuffs against you. Hang down your noble head, come down."

Paris is a little blurry in front of my eyes.Not tears, just a trance.The top hat slid down her thick and smooth curly hair, and her body swayed slightly down the steps.

She remembered the short general.A fiasco at Waterloo wiped out all his military achievements, but the French Civil Code compiled by his men has become a treasure that will last forever.And the girl from Orleans in the Hundred Years' War, who was illiterate and only 19 years old when she was consumed by the fire. (Note 3)

Now there are no heroes to save anyone.

Before being escorted into the elevator, she couldn't help but look to the north.The night is so dark that the torrential English Channel can only be imagined.On the other side of the strait, will anyone be looking at this end?

London, my bad friend.you……

Good for it.

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Note 1: The name given to Paris by the Romans when they built the city in 358 AD means "swamp".At that time, the center of the Gaul province during the Roman period was in Lyon.

Note 2: Extracted from the Norwegian government's response to the German ultimatum.

Note 3: Refers to Napoleon Bonaparte and Joan of Arc respectively. (You can see it without writing it...)