Nine Songs of Anti-Japanese War

After gliding from the aircraft carrier's outer deck channel, Honolulu even spared the opportunity for the crew to take a look at the "Hornet" and the "Enterprise" escorting it, so he drove a B-25 strategic bomber into the vast expanse of space. sea ​​of ​​clouds.

No one made a sound, and the cabin was dead silent.The sound of the engine mixed with the noise of the instrument operation will accompany them to fly 600 nautical miles to the mainland of Japan. The boundless gray-blue sky and the boundless gray-blue ocean closely connected with it are the only embellishments in this journey.When he sailed halfway across the Pacific Ocean with the "Bumblebee", he deeply realized the insignificance of human beings, especially in the stormy weather. He and the officers and soldiers hid in the cabin drinking and playing cards, but he was thinking about the rainstorm washing on the deck. It must have looked like the honey-haired barmaid that day—damn he had forgotten her name—the blood sprayed on his face the moment his skull was smashed by an armor-piercing bullet, dense and menacing.Now they left the huge aircraft carrier and drifted in a bomber between the sea and the sky, which is almost indistinguishable in color. erase.

Flying a long-distance raid in a plane in the Pacific is scary enough.What is even more frightening is that because the aircraft carrier formation was accidentally discovered by Japanese fishing boats, the bomber fleet took off 200 nautical miles ahead of schedule. Even if they completed the mission of bombing Tokyo and retreated unscathed, it is still unknown whether the fuel can last to land on the coast of China.

The navigator sitting in the co-pilot's seat fought his teeth up and down for a while, finally stopped, and began to criticize the small ground crew who unloaded the B-25 machine gun just before takeoff.It was originally requested to remove 6 of the 4 poles, but the opponent made a mistake in his busy schedule and replaced all 6 poles with broomsticks. [Note 1] "If we are beaten down by the Japanese because of this, he dare not regret it for the rest of his life!"

"Instead of complaining about ground handling, Second Lieutenant, I think you should focus on the future," Honolulu said coldly, "Let me give you an example to give you an intuitive feeling, if we haven't flown to Zhejiang, China in a few hours If you use fuel, you also need to regret why you didn’t lose weight sooner.”

"Oh, sir! I just ate half of my box lunch, and you just happened to bump into me. Tom didn't have an appetite that day. I didn't snatch him. He gave it to me..."

The navigator wanted to explain in more detail, but suddenly there was no sound, and he looked straight ahead but forgot to close his mouth.Honolulu narrowed his eyes, and a faint black line appeared at the end of the gray-blue ocean in front of him.

"Attention the whole team, the Japanese mainland is about to arrive." The captain's voice was heard on the radio, with no ups and downs, and the standard pronunciation was a bit strange. "Our target is six military industrial sites. Remember to find the target. The answer you received."

The team members responded one after another, Honolulu pulled the intercom and moved his lips quickly: "Honolulu, received."

A dozen B-25s followed the lead plane with red pilot lights flashing on its tail, carefully adjusted its course, and headed towards the suburbs of Tokyo. The remaining three parted ways with the main force and flew to Nagoya, Osaka and Kobe respectively.Before their eyes, the heart of the Japanese Empire and the landscape of Tokyo, the East Asian metropolis, unfolded one by one.

Honolulu firmly believed that on the way to receive the order to board the aircraft carrier, the crew members who were waiting on the plane had already rehearsed the scenario of bombing Tokyo countless times in their minds, including himself.But when the real scene came into view, a weird arc suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, which was fleeting, and then he just felt a little ridiculous.Compared with the ferocious steel forest in the daydream, this city, which is mostly made up of low wooden houses, is indeed too ordinary and too fragile. Looking down from a thousand meters above the sky, it looks like a three-dimensional structure made of matchboxes. Sand tables are generally vulnerable.

However, it was the well-dressed officials who lived in these matchboxes who made the decision to attack Pearl Harbor, so many soldiers and civilians died like the waitress whose name he couldn't remember, how many parents turned gray overnight, how many The wife became a widow overnight.I remember when General Kimmel, who is no longer the commander-in-chief of the Pacific Fleet, proposed to use an aircraft carrier to transport bombers to attack the Japanese mainland. On the thousand-pound bomb, just waiting for the moment it hit the ground to detonate the anger unreservedly, smashing the enemy and himself together——

The captain's voice sounded again: "Repeat! Remember that our target is the six military industrial sites, don't bomb residential areas by mistake! Also, absolutely, yes, don't get close to the Japanese Emperor's Palace!"

Honolulu helped his flight helmet, confirmed that all the data on the instrument panel were normal, and slightly relaxed his hand on the control stick.Calm down, he told himself.This is not to control a fighter jet to fight against the enemy. He just needs to steer the plane smoothly, let the lookout take aim and let the bombardier lower the door, and the bomb will roar and fall towards their predetermined location.

"Guys," he told his crew, "the Japanese shouldn't be able to defend against the first wave of bombing. By the second wave, their anti-aircraft forces will be targeting us. I will try my best to avoid the artillery fire, and please concentrate on it. Own."

The navigator in the passenger seat stared down, and the upper and lower teeth began to collide slightly again: "What if, what if I can't trust myself?"

"Then believe in God, he is on our side. He will be happy for you to live." Honolulu thought silently, if he is willing for you to die, I hope it is a gentle way of death, it is best to die peacefully wrapped in sea water , Return to the embrace of nature, return to the amniotic fluid in the mother's womb at the beginning of life.

The sense of time is an unpredictable thing.In the last minute, he seemed to have just jumped out of the forced-landed B-1 and dragged a parachute through heavy clouds and fog to land on the unfamiliar coast of China. In this minute, he was already in the warm sunshine of Southern California.The streets were bustling with tourists, and New York and Los Angeles, who were sitting with him under a parasol, reading newspapers and chatting leisurely, looked like just a pair of ordinary fashionable men and women.

When Honolulu's thoughts were still lingering in the cabin of the B-25 more than ten days ago, Los Angeles had already finished commenting on the cover characters of "Life" magazine in recent months, "only to use Shirley Temple to feed readers In a blink of an eye, he immediately changed to the bitter face of the Minister of Naval Supply, did you intend to let us compare?" [Note 2] He heard her comment before he was distracted.Just now New York ordered three more Cokes, and he couldn't help but push him one, and then asked what blockbuster Hollywood is planning to make recently.

While gnawing on an ice cream, Los Angeles said, "There is an A-level war movie on the schedule, and it will be launched next month."

"War movie?" New York repeated suspiciously. "A-grade war movie?"

"That's right, it's not a shoddy B-level film, but an A-level film that generally takes a year from project approval to screening. Is it strange?...Well, it's rare. I know the level of war films made by Hollywood before. But this Warner Bros., who took over for the second time, has been a staunch pro-British faction and Roosevelt supporter for many years, and finally survived until the situation became clear that our country joined the war, so it should not make a film that discredits itself."

New York suddenly became interested: "Warner! I remember their "Sergeant York" was last year's box office champion!"

"Yeah, the biopic about the sharpshooter of World War I."

"What about the script, since it's an A-level movie, have they asked you to read the script?"

"The script was adapted from a play called "Everybody Loves to Stop at Rick's Café." I flipped through it, and it felt good. Wait a minute, it looks like it's in my bag." L.A. flips through her latest West Coast styles He took out a booklet from his leather bag and flipped through it. "The theme is anti-fascism. Needless to say, just like its original name, it is a story that revolves around the cafe. The production executive requested to strengthen the political and romantic elements, so the film will lead the original Lone Ranger hero to the road of self-awakening In addition, the heroine has also been changed from an American slut to an innocent European refugee, and the content of the love triangle has been strengthened... Ahem!"

Los Angeles suddenly stopped talking about the excitement.The navigator shut up that day because he had discovered landmass Japan, but what could Los Angeles and New York discover by staring at him?

"Honolulu, wake up," Los Angeles reached out and patted the back of his hand resting on the table, "It's the three of us chatting, don't keep wandering."

"I don't have a fugue, I've heard it all. Warner Films, war movies, whitewashing American Sluts. It doesn't take too much concentration to understand these things, right?"

"It seems that I only understand half of it." New York shrugged, "Being on the passing line is not a good homework."

"I don't need to hand in this homework. At this time, I should be refurbishing equipment in my military port and doing a flight test. You forced me to come to Hollywood."

Los Angeles leaned over to look at him with concern, the low-cut bra opening to the looming cleavage, a little dazzling: "Smile, Honolulu. Look, the tourists around us are smiling, and you have a sullen little face. You are still young , it shouldn't be like this."

Looking up, the tourists walking by the open-air cafes, whether they are single youths carrying travel bags, couples eating ice cream together arm in arm, or families with jumping children, all have spring breeze on their faces. Bright smile.Honolulu looked down at the right hand held by Los Angeles, and it took a lot of willpower to not shake it off decisively.Why, they can laugh so happily?Could it be that as long as there is a land where the fresh sea breeze blows, will sins not be allowed to breed and spread?Wouldn't the morning glow and the setting sun cascading over the top of a mountain remind them of a waterfall made of the blood of thousands?

It's fine if you're a civilian who doesn't have a real sense of war.But the two people in front of them, they shouldn't be!

"I don't understand what is there to laugh at. Even if the air raid on Tokyo is completed, the situation is still not optimistic. The Japanese army is advancing steadily in the Southwest Pacific, and their aircraft carriers are at least twice as large as ours, not to mention those All the battleships that died at the bottom of the sea at Pearl Harbor... But why did you drag me here at this juncture? Washington also agreed to your whims, what did he think? I want to ask him..."

New York fiddled with the Coke straw and said, "Sorry, you can't ask him now. He goes to Congress to quarrel with people every day, goes to Congress to amend bills, and is busy like a spinning top. I will call him for Los Angeles and say that I want to put you temporarily. When he borrowed the West Coast for a few days, he only said it would work, and then added a sentence."

"What?"

"'Battle is important, but only life is the most precious.'"

"I still don't understand, do I have to go to Hollywood and listen to you guys talking about love triangles and vulgar movies to realize the value of life?"

"That's why I said you only understood half of it." New York looked regretful, "Los Angeles, tell him."

New York looks to Los Angeles, and Los Angeles looks to Honolulu.

The woman with a semi-Asian face frowned slightly: "The script is still being revised, I can't go into details, but if you only remember the love triangle, it's not worth it." Lifting his chin and looking into his eyes, his tone of voice gradually slowed down, "...Indeed, the protagonist is a standard Hollywood-style lone ranger. Regarding the war, he originally had the mentality of having nothing to do with himself. But in this story, the character It will not be static. He will awaken the love in his heart little by little, realize the responsibility to the motherland, and the meaning of his own existence. I don’t know the ending yet, but he probably won’t get the perfect love in those previous movies... …But does it matter? He has won over his apathetic self, which is also a kind of battle."

Honolulu opened his mouth and was preempted by the other party again: "Oh, if you want to say that you have the kung fu of self-struggle, it is better to do more practical things. For example, you want to fly back to the naval base right now. But if you don't have the right mentality, how do you fight? ?Bombing Tokyo is one thing. As for repairing the fleet, can your half-way home skills be compared to formally trained skilled workers? They didn't reject you because they cared about your identity. Do you think you really helped instead of adding trouble? "

Honolulu gritted his teeth hard.

"The mouth is so powerful, Los Angeles." New York smiled with pretended embarrassment, "I'm scared."

"You can be afraid of a bird." Los Angeles quickly retorted, and then turned his eyes back immediately, "Your mentality is too impatient, and you don't take your own life seriously. If you classify it as something that has nothing to do with combat, it's not worth listening to The wind in his ears. Think about it, don't you think that the battle itself is meaningless?"

"But I need it..."

"Yes, you need it. You need to fight, in order to survive better...For others, and for yourself. Think about it, such a cruel thing, in the final analysis, serves a gentle life. I can't even appreciate the joy of living Otherwise, no matter how hard you fight, you are just a walking corpse, not even a complete person. How can an incomplete person without self-will claim that he is fighting for a free people?"

"I……"

The sun rubbed against the edge of the parasol and slipped down. Under the fluttering black eyelashes, Los Angeles' dark brown eyes seemed to float with a layer of mist, hazy. "Be back to the Honolulu who loves the sea and smiles as brightly as anyone else, okay? Live hard, work hard, spend every day gifted by God with laughter, and it's not too late to puff up your chest when death comes. Yes, our proud family of the United States of America."

"Miss Los Angeles, you seem to have made a mistake..." No matter how hard Ren Honolulu tried, he gradually couldn't suppress his trembling voice, "I am not yet a member of the United States."

"Don't try to use this as a shield. We all recognize you, so why care about your status? [Note 3] I know that December 12 last year gave you too much trauma. Maybe I can't fully understand it, but the burden of Looking at these living you, it has been very hard..."

Nose sour.Los Angeles pulled the chair closer, took his drooping head and pressed it gently on his shoulders, "Because of this, you must speak out what fear you have and how much pain you have, and don't blame yourself anymore! At this critical moment, family members We should support each other and overcome difficulties together..."

The words of Los Angeles lingered in his ears until he left the West Coast and returned to Pearl Harbor.When I went back, it happened that the severely damaged "Yorktown" aircraft carrier returned to Hong Kong for maintenance. The commander urgently needed the ship because he deciphered the enemy's secret message, and ordered that it must be repaired within three days.For this reason, Honolulu broke the blackout and set up spotlights around "York City" so that the maintenance team could rush to work overnight. 【Note 4】When the night fell on the first day of maintenance, he climbed up to the high place of the dock with uneasiness and looked down. The aircraft carrier was bathed in the black sea and white light, half quiet and half noisy.The warm spring breeze from the Pacific Ocean blew over his bare arms, whispering something softly.

He felt a sudden sense of peace.The world has become colorful again, and this time he has enough self-confidence that no matter how tragic the war that is about to ignite on Midway Island, he will not lose himself again.

Not for anything else, 145000000 million people, including the heroic souls who went to heaven, are with him.

The dead are dead, and the living must live on as best they can.It is easy to shout the slogan of going home alive, but it is often a hundred times more difficult to keep the promise than to die heroically.Even after breaking through one after another, the joy of surviving by chance has not had time to taste it all, and it will be swallowed up by the heart-pounding pain of losing a comrade-in-arms.

Kunming thought she would never forget that spring night in northern Myanmar.The rainy season was approaching, and it rained heavily in the evening. The soldiers could only huddle under the simple sheds built of branches and plantains for the night.The wet military uniform was very uncomfortable against the skin, and it was even more difficult for her to sleep when she thought that the rainy season would start in ten days or so and the heavy rain would keep falling like crazy.

During the day, Mr. Sun and Mr. Dai of the 38th Division had a quarrel.Although the expeditionary force has won several victories since entering Burma, they lack support and logistics and cannot keep up. The British allied forces are busy repairing the road leading to India, and they regard them as a meat wall to cover their retreat. The Burma Road has also been damaged. Cut off, the only option is to retreat.The instructions from the central government asked them to return to Yunnan over the Wilderness Mountain, but the chief of staff stationed by the United States asked them to go to India for asylum like the British army. [Note 5] The result of the dispute is that tomorrow, Master Sun will lead the 38th Division to retreat westward to India, and the others will follow Master Dai to the Savage Mountain route.

Kunming was supposed to accompany Master Dai's large army, but was pushed to the side of Master Sun on the grounds that the terrain of Savage Mountain was too complicated to make fun of her safety.

Indeed, she is of little use in Savage Mountain.The memory of many years ago was not accurate, and Kunming racked his brains, but he couldn't remember the intricate internal organs in the tropical jungle.If only Rangoon was still here... Rangoon.

She turned over and sneered at the banana leaf above her head at her sudden whim.

Even if Yang Guang was here, even if she knew... how could she tell them?

The muzzle of the gun pressed against her chest was scorchingly cold.As long as she thinks about it, the touch will automatically return to her body.

When the British army lost the capital of Burma, for some reason, they snatched the city incarnation of the capital out of nowhere, and planned to take her to India with them.As soon as the Chinese army arrived, they pushed Yangon here like a hot potato, saying that she was familiar with the terrain and could help them fight. Two days later, the truth became clear—the capital of the British colony was not at all with them. .

The Myanmar Independence Volunteer Army led by General Aung San destroyed the railways everywhere and attacked the Allied forces, and provided various intelligence support to the Japanese army.Yangon sat in the Allied formations, wearing ill-fitting British lieutenant uniforms, and watched them fight bloody battles in foreign lands with cold eyes every day.Before Kunming went to contact her, he still had a sliver of fantasy, hoping that she would save face for the sake of their acquaintance, but they returned in vain.

What's worse, the superior arranged for them to live together.When camping near Mandalay, Kunming heard rustling noises in his sleep, and lay down in a daze for a while. Suddenly, an alarm bell sounded in his head, and he sat up all at once.The moonlight was cold, and the bed one meter away was empty.

She took out the mattress under the mattress, left quietly, and found Yang Guang in the south of the camp.

"Yangguang." She said, and the back of the other party froze as she expected, "Come back."

The other party is silent.

"Come back, Rangoon. It's very, very unwise to go back to a city where you've been invaded by invaders at a time like this."

Yangon turned around slowly. "Invader? Which invader?"

Kunming restrained himself and did not raise his voice. "You don't need to repeat, the Burmese people yearn for national independence and the Japanese are the heroes who rescued you from the clutches of the British bandits. I can speak more fluently than you—but why are you so stupid!"

"Whether I'm stupid or not is my business."

"...Then what? Are you going to invite the Japanese soldiers to your house like your citizens, then change into a volunteer army uniform, fight against the Japanese and beat us to pieces?"

Yangon shook his head: "I won't join the army. I just... have to go back, I can't stay here."

It's useless to say anything else, Kunming quickly stepped forward two steps, intending to forcefully drag the opponent back to the camp.Before she took a step, the holster on her waist was empty, and in a moment of daze, the cold barrel of the gun was already on her chest.

"Please, Kunming." The scattered stars reflected in Yang Guang's faint eyes, coupled with her trembling tone, inexplicably exaggerated a hint of sadness, "Please, don't chase me! You have your mission , but I... I also have things that I can't let go of!"

Kunming looked at her hands holding the gun.Very unprofessional grip, the index finger is not even on the trigger.During the 60 years when the British colonized Myanmar, Yangon, as the capital, probably never had the opportunity to learn how to shoot a gun.If she is willing, she will still have a chance to make up for the negligence just now and get her sex back.

But what's the point?

No one can stop the urban avatar who wants to return to his territory.

She smiled wryly and raised her hands.Yang Guang's expression was slightly relaxed, he took a step back, turned around and hurriedly fled to the south.After running for more than 20 meters, he hurriedly turned his head and raised his hand. He drew an arc in the air and landed on the muddy ground in front of Kunming's feet.

Not angry, not complaining, not even disappointed.It's just that people are so different.Recalling the words of Nanjing, she picked up the gun and slowly wiped off the dirt on it.Then, with heavy steps, she returned to the room where she was alone.

A drop of rain hit the bridge of her nose, Kunming withdrew from the memory and returned, it was still a dark night and pouring rain.Five or six people away, some soldiers couldn't sleep like her, humming a song softly.She pricked up her ears and recognized that it was the battle song they sang in unison when they entered Myanmar: "Guns, on our shoulders. Blood, on our chests. Go to Myanmar, go to the international battlefield..."

The singing was originally coherent, but under the cover of the sound of the heavy rain, it flickered on and off, so weak that it was almost cut off.This weak voice suddenly gave Kunming a very bad premonition.

Maybe...just maybe.

After tomorrow, perhaps most of the warriors who slept here, she would never see them again.

At the beginning of May 1942, Xinjing Special City, Manchukuo Imperial Palace.

The high heels tapped on the wooden stairs covered with a red carpet, making a series of crisp clicking sounds behind Ji Lin.A rich curtain hangs down from a short distance away, and the banners hanging between the curtains are written with words such as welcome the chairman of the national government to come to congratulate, stop and look carefully, there are five language versions.Jilin only raised his head and glanced, then continued to go upstairs on his own.If this welcome party was really important, there would be no reason for her not to look for her brother.

As she expected, Changchun, who had disappeared early in the morning, was standing in the corner of the second floor, leaning on a guardrail with his upper body, flipping through a stack of documents in his hand.People in the hall on the first floor were shouting and dragging tables and chairs for the final arrangement, and the noise was still very loud upstairs. Changchun flipped through the stack of documents undisturbed, only to hear Jilin’s footsteps approaching. Turning his head: "Sister?"

"Phew, I really didn't run far."

"But why do you..."

Jilin said angrily: "Who told you to run away so early in the morning? When you ask people, others are too busy to tell you that you don't know. I'm afraid that if you lose your temper on such an occasion, it will be bad for Banyuan to catch you. You didn't move Should you make up your mind?"

"No, absolutely not."

"But today, the surname Wang came to congratulate the tenth anniversary of the founding of Manchukuo. As you, can you squat on the second floor leisurely?"

Changchun's expression stagnated for a moment, and then he smiled slightly: "You misunderstood, sister. Nanjing is not with them, and there is no equivalent city representative. What use is there for me? Anyway, I don't need to attend this welcome party."

"...That's right." Jilin smiled awkwardly, and helped his slightly messy temple hair, "I was confused."

"Since you're here, come take a look with me on the second floor. It should be interesting just to watch this welcome party."

interesting?Jilin thought for a while, and then understood the deep meaning of Changchun's words. "You are more and more able to have fun in bitterness." She walked to him and leaned on the railing to look down. The noise gradually subsided, and Puyi and a group of important government officials from Manchukuo were entering the venue one by one.She lowered her voice, and said: "Thirty years ago, Wang Zhaoming dragged forty or fifty pounds of explosives to assassinate Puyi's biological father, Zaifeng. He almost succeeded or became benevolent. Fengtian and Beijing even fought over how to deal with him. In the blink of an eye, 30 years In the past... Enemies should be extremely jealous when they meet each other, but today is a good time, do you want to smile away the grudge?"

"The emperor of Fuchang was quite capable of poetry, but he didn't agree to leave the state in the collection. Ruan Ju is so talented, and Chu Yuan's late death is even more sad." [Note 6] Changchun murmured, a mixture of regret and sarcasm flashed in his eyes, "What's the relationship? Puyi may still be that Puyi, but Wang Zhaoming has long since changed beyond recognition."

Human life is as short as the morning dew, and like the morning dew, it is also infinitely changing.

He sighed with emotion, and the military music played outside the palace, informing them that the Nationalist Government delegation had arrived.Changchun and Jilin looked at the gate together, and saw a group of high-ranking officials entering the palace under the guidance of the military officer. The middle-aged man at the front looked vaguely familiar, but his temples were full of hair, his cheeks were swollen, and the corners of his eyes were wrinkled far away. You can see that it feels more strange to them.Seeing them entering the hall, Ji Lin was still standing on the high platform of the hall without moving a muscle, smelling something tricky, and hurriedly asked: "How was the meeting etiquette determined in advance?"

"Wang wanted to use the general etiquette of the meeting between the two heads of state, but Pu Yi wanted him to come to see me. After mediation by the Japanese, the two sides agreed to use the Western handshake ceremony. But..." Changchun leaned forward, "The situation has changed."

The guard standing sideways shouted: "Bow!"

When Wang and his party came in, they showed hesitation, and obviously realized that something was wrong. The guard's yell made them unable to advance or retreat, so they reluctantly bowed their heads and saluted.After three bows, Puyi still didn't say anything, and didn't come forward to shake hands until the ceremony was over.

"Contradicting what you said, doing this will really drive Chairman Wang to death." Changchun turned around and retreated into the corridor, no longer watching. "Our beloved Emperor Kant takes himself more seriously than he imagined."

Jilin brushed off his sleeves and sat down by the tea table.She took a sip of tea, rolled it in her mouth a few times, and took a long time to swallow it down.

Her voice was flat: "The so-called hero's end is nothing more than that."

"Yeah. Puyi was angry, but he didn't realize that he was dreaming an even more unrealistic dream than Wang Zhaoming." Chang Chun looked calm after saying this, and looked down at him for a while. The pile of unread documents, but his brows were furrowed.Seeing that he didn't intend to confide, Jilin had no choice but to ask directly: "What are you looking at?"

"The new draft grain collection plan. It's ridiculous..." Changchun shook his head. "Not only will the amount of collection be increased, but the government will also adopt a pre-purchase contract system, so roughly calculated that more than half of the output will be supplied to Japan every year. Then Deducting the next year's seeds, it's hard to say whether there will be one-third of the remaining rations. You can bear it when the weather is good, but when the grain harvest is poor, it will kill people."

"...As soon as the Japan-US war started, the demand for food soared all the way. In the future, their scruples will become less and less."

"I just received a letter from Dalian the day before yesterday, asking me to lobby the Ministry of Industry to withdraw the order to grow opium in her suburbs, and it would be good to use a small amount to grow grain. Looking at this draft, I know there is no hope." Already." Changchun bent down, buried his face in his hands, "The draft deliberately spends a section, talking about increasing the opium monopoly and supplying the entire Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere. And, even if it is changed to crops, so what? How many grains can there be?" The ears fell into the hands of those who planted them..."

"Changchun." Ji Lin's chest heaved twice, and what he finally uttered was powerless comfort, "Don't be sad, it's not your fault."

"It's my fault. It's been ten years since the founding of Manchukuo, and it's been ten years since I became a 'Xinjing'. The city has expanded, the population has increased, and it has even become one of the largest cities in Asia. But apart from being taller and shoulders wider, I didn't grow at all."

From this angle, Jilin couldn't see Changchun's face at all, only the voice continued to flow from his lowered head.

"I have thought about it several times over the years. I chose to leave without saying goodbye to Shen Gebinzi. Am I really doing the right thing? At that time, my mind was full of lonely determination. A warrior who also practiced his own way of life. But in this palace, what did I do? I have to think twice about every word, and I will be suspected by others if I am not careful. No matter how hard I thought, I also want to protect this land on behalf of the eldest brother and the others, and light a lamp for it in the dark; the result is that the lamp is lit and extinguished, and I myself was swallowed by the darkness. It also dragged you down, sister..."

"That's not it, Changchun, no...you didn't drag me down."

"Perhaps God also thought that I had gone astray, and arranged for Hammer and I to have a reunion in the winter of 39. But I didn't seize the opportunity, he was about to cry at me, and I pushed him away with a cold face. When we parted, I told myself that the road is still long, and I can’t give up halfway. But how can I confirm that the belief in my heart is just like the dream of Pu Yi and Wang Zhaoming, it’s just a fantasy, there is no essential difference?”

"Enough, Changchun." The Northeast woman's voice calmed down strangely. The voice was soaked in the years of ice and snow and the wind and frost in the sky. It was as firm as a rock and tough as a reed. "Look up. Yes, that's good. Follow It's impolite for elders to hide their faces when they speak, and it will make me want to beat you up."

"..." Changchun opened his eyes wide.

"With your intelligence, I thought you could comprehend it by yourself, especially since you are still a man. But it seems that you are still too young and need someone to remind you. Let me confirm what you can't confirm: you are here, you can do it There are more people than staying in the Anti-League."

"..."

"You probably have selectively forgotten a lot of things. So many Japanese army movements that were leaked to the Anti-Japanese Federation, the three or four laws that were slightly relaxed and implemented through your hands, and the one who clashed with the pioneering regiment last month and almost died in prison That family of farmers. You have saved many people. Although it is only a small fraction among the suffering people, to the rescued people, it is the whole world. You are Xinjing, the imperial capital of Manchukuo, and they Afraid of you, I still want to listen to your words occasionally. This is all your ability, not much, and nothing earth-shattering, maybe you think it is more exciting to be an ordinary soldier in the resistance army?"

"No." Changchun said softly, "I've thought about it... even if I go there, I can't reverse the big sweep in the winter of 39, the death of the commander-in-chief, and the remnants of the Anti-Japanese League retreating into the Soviet Union."

"Then...won't it be enough?"

Jilin frowned.When he spoke again, his tone had returned to its original softness: "The welcome party isn't over yet, is it?"

"This point should still be open."

"We should always listen to Chairman Wang's speech. It's strange that Japan stabbed the United States but didn't allow its national government to declare war on the United States. Maybe we can hear the reason from his words."

She took Changchun's hand and went back to the stands on the second floor.Wang Zhaoming is talking in a Hubei accent that he is visiting Xinjing with the "sentiment of sharing weal and woe" and hopes that the two countries will work together to support Japan in completing its great cause in Greater East Asia. "Since your two countries and our allies Japan issued a joint declaration on November 11 the year before last, the East Asian axis has been formed..." He said his, but Puyi's reaction was still very cold, and he didn't pay much attention to him with the emperor's arrogance. , and occasionally the response is not very polite.The two talked for a long time without revealing much substantive information.

"It's boring." Jilin was slightly disappointed, "It's better to go back to sleep."

Changchun said, "Wait a minute. I forgot to mention one thing, and I just remembered it."

"what's up?"

"The international situation has finally become clear this year. The Axis powers are against the allies... the total strength of the allies will exceed the Axis powers. Although the war between Japan and the United States has brought us significant negative effects, in the long run, this is also the way to liberate us key."

"Yeah." Ji Lin nodded, "You've found the right direction."

"So...sister, let's go and see the flowers."

"Looking at the flowers?"

"This year's spring is too cold, and the flowers are not fully bloomed until now. According to experience, the flowers that have been waiting hard to bloom are often very beautiful."

"Waiting? It must be too painful for those flowers."

"Yeah, waiting is painful. That kind of pain is different from severe but short-term torture. It will slowly wear down people's will and make people gradually despair. But we..." Changchun watched the sun pass through the glass and spread on the ground. A narrow but precious light opened up, "We have to work hard to learn to wait hard."

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Note 1: Due to the early take-off of the aircraft, the amount of fuel