Nine Songs of Anti-Japanese War

After two months, Kunming returned to its jurisdiction.Walking slowly on the street with a burden on their backs, what caught her eyes were the familiar porters in short jackets yelling and running around, the familiar tea drinkers bragging and chatting, and the familiar groups walking through Daximen and leaving the road behind. Laughing students... The life-and-death journey in the dense forest of Myanmar seemed like a dream, and it was lightly turned over in her resume book of life.Neither gave these people who were concentrating on their lives much talk, nor was it enough to draw an irreparable scar on her thousand-year memory.

She followed the 38th Division and fought and retreated. Finally, at the end of May, she retreated into the Indian border town of Xibang intact, and joined the British army rescued by the expeditionary force in Ren'anqiang.The British army welcomed them, but Kunming, who had witnessed their passive actions throughout the whole process, was suffocated and worried about the safety of the province, so he took a small transport plane back home within two days.After getting off the plane, what I saw along the way was the normal state of the bustling and peaceful market. I glanced at the front pages of the daily newspapers waving in the hands of the newspaper sellers, and there were no eye-catching words.While her heart was a little more stable, she also felt a sense of emptiness with nowhere to go.

"Only you have changed." Kunming reached out and hooked a camellia that was poking around the window, and sniffed it closer.It was still early spring when we left, and the camellias in the yard had just sprouted. In a blink of an eye, it was summer with plenty of rain. Although the yard, which had been idle for two months under the diligent irrigation of God, was a little messy, it still became a paradise of singing birds and fragrant flowers. "Only your changes...can give me joy." She spoke softly to the bright red flowers with double petals.As soon as I sat down at home and put down my luggage, the fatigue accumulated in the military for two months came overwhelming.As a result, her voice was not only low but also a little hoarse, and she couldn't hear clearly.

"Only them?"

Hearing the voice suddenly sounded behind him, Kunming immediately let go and turned his head.The door was open, I saw Chengdu lifted the hem of his robe, stepped over the threshold, and strolled into the house.With a gentle smile in the corner of his eyes, he said, "It seems that you don't welcome me anymore?"

"No, of course it doesn't mean that." Kunming concealed his surprise, "You came so coincidentally, how could I expect it. I'm not even sure about the date of your return. How did you know?"

"Well...it's not important." Before Kunming had time to greet him, Chengdu sat down on the wicker chair closest to the door. "I was on vacation for a few days, and I heard from Xiaoyu that you returned to China first, so I thought why didn't I come to see you? Since we are all compatriots in the Southwest..."

"Since we are all cities that have built military bases." Kunming put down the saucer and looked up at the expression on Chengdu's face. Chengdu was not surprised, but raised his eyebrows.

After raising her eyebrows, Chengdu didn't get to the point as she had guessed.He nestled in the chair leisurely, and talked with Kunming from the batik hanging on the wall to the folk art of southern Xinjiang, and then to a little girl weaving fishing nets he met by the Minjiang River during the Eastern Jin Dynasty, her cool eyes like a deer were otherworldly How embarrassing it is...Kunming let him talk, took out a handkerchief and mended it, and when the needle plunged into the fabric, he answered twice, and when the needle was pulled out, a new topic started like flowing water.

She was so focused on sewing that she didn't notice when Chengdu stopped talking.Chengdu had a normal friendship with her, and could be called a friend but not close, but he took the handkerchief from Kunming very naturally, took a look at it and said, "You don't need to sew it. It's too torn, you have to throw it away. " Then he didn't return it, and left the handkerchief crumpled on the table.

"Okay, I'll just throw it away." Kunming also replied naturally, "But there is one condition."

"Please say?"

"You have a good relationship with the Chongqing government. If you have this convenience, please tell me, what happened to those units of the expeditionary force who insisted on returning home?"

"Eh? It seems that it was divided into several groups later. One group broke into the foothills of the Himalayas and was found and killed by a passing US military plane. The rest... There is no news yet. Do I know more about these things than you?"

"That's because I thought too much. I thought..." Kunming lowered his eyes and clenched his hands slightly unsteadily, "I thought there should be at least a little news. In this way, not only the troops of Master Dai, but also General Du The troops directly under it are also..." [Note 1] "There are more bad luck than good luck. I'm afraid we have to be mentally prepared."

"I knew...I knew it earlier!" Kunming swallowed back the regret that he knew that he would never allow the large army to withdraw into the Savage Mountain, together with tears.People like them have no right to interfere with history after all; even if she can remember every plant and tree in Savage Mountain and follow in, she will definitely do nothing based on the influence of some hidden will in the end.This has its own rationale, but when she is in it, she can feel the absurdity and cruelty in it.No, if you think about it deeply, you will enter a dead end, and you must change the subject.

"Next..." She tried her best to spit out clear words in a hoarse voice, "What is the plan of the central government? The expedition was defeated, the Burma Road was completely in the hands of the enemy, and we cut off supplies with foreign countries. This can only be a dead end. Before I come back Should there be an alternative?"

Chengdu took a piece of damp pastry, chewed it unconsciously, and said, "Yes, the new plan has been in operation for about ten days."

"Don't tell me it's the air route that uses American transport planes to fly over the Himalayas and the Hengduan Mountains."

"That's the route. Since the United States announced last year that the "Concession Act" is applicable to China, it has planned two routes from Assam, India to Yunnan, one north and one south, and the destination is here." Chengdu blinked twice. He lowered his eyes, "It seems to be talking nonsense again, the end point is with you, you are more familiar than me...but?"

From the perspective of Chengdu, the shocked expression on Kunming's face was beyond his expectation. "One north and one south...!" Kunming let go of his clasped hands, but his nails were embedded deeper into his palms. "The southern route must pass through Myitkyina, Myanmar, before we can continue flying towards my city. Myanmar is gone, what else is there?" The southern line? Only the northern line remains, the northern line that crosses the Himalayas, the Gaoligong Mountains, the Hengduan Mountains, the Salween River, the Nu River, the Lancang River, and the Jinsha River! 【Note 2】Chengdu, do you really know what this means? Not to mention the extreme lack of map data, clouds, freezing, cyclones, high altitudes, enemy aircraft, and no ground navigation facilities, any one of them can kill a person! I received an inspection report from AVIC, and they said that It’s almost a piece of God’s abandoned land. It’s okay to challenge yourself for flight enthusiasts who can’t think about it, and expand it into a fixed transportation route?” Kunming took a breath, slowed down, and his tone was still uneven. There are special functions such as VMC and IMC." [Note 3] "'... There is no flat site suitable for forced landing, no radio direction, no weather report, and the most fatal thing is that the known aircraft cannot fly here at all. '..." Chengdu read a passage in English with an accent, "This is the telegram sent by the American adviser of AVIC to the Minister of Foreign Affairs. But I suggest to read more about the report of Mr. Bond, another American of AVIC, who wrote It is very detailed, with examples of difficulties, but these difficulties can be overcome in the end."

Kunming lowered his head in frustration.After a while, she said: "It's not so much that we can overcome it, it's better to say that we have nowhere to go. We can only play with supplies, aircraft, and the lives of pilots... Maybe one day when the pilots find that they have no shortage of ground navigation When they were marked, those marks were the wreckage of their companions strewn across the valley."

"I think that's very likely to be true."

"So, what about the backup? All transport planes have to be imported from the United States, and the pilots who are not afraid of death and have skills also largely rely on foreign aid. Can these tasks go smoothly?"

"It's all very heavy and trivial work. No matter what, as long as you put in enough determination and endurance, you can always achieve something."

"Really..." Kunming brushed his long hair back and looked at him, "What can I do?"

"You don't have any doubts anymore?" After receiving an affirmative answer, Chengdu moved out the pre-prepared remarks, "According to your experience of learning to fly fighter jets, the central government hopes that you will first go to Wujiaba Airport to assist in training pilots and take care of the traffic in Yunnan. .Depending on the specific situation, I would like to open a new line with Chongqing as the destination in the future. The air line in Sichuan will be taken care of by me and Yibin, and we need to cooperate more in this regard.”

"Ok."

"You really have no doubts? Your initial reaction seemed to be particularly disapproving."

"No, it's not that I don't agree... It's just that after the war in Burma, and hearing the news that those people may never come back, I suddenly feel... I've had enough of dying. To a person who has lived a thousand years Speaking of which, isn't this idea... ridiculous?"

"It depends on the person, not the age."

"Probably. Because there are some things that I can't get used to, and I can't allow myself to get used to them. Although I don't remember the names of those fresh lives that could have been healthy and healthy for a lifetime, if I don't even say goodbye to them Insensitive, can I still call myself a human being?” Kunming stood up, the shadows of the trees in the courtyard hit by the sun, mottled and flickering, like a piece of floating algae woven by broken thoughts.She turned her head and looked at the distant mountains outside the window. "Okay, we're going to drag a new batch of people into the fire pit again. Please don't think I have a problem with the plan, I'm just... very angry at myself who can only choose this way."

"Hmm..." Chengdu said lightly, "I understand."

"Then let's talk about this first. By the way, a reporter sent some photos of the Battle of the Nu River[Note 4]. It is said that the Flying Tigers played very well. I really want to have a chance to act with them...I haven't opened it yet. , let’s take a look together when you come from afar, wait a moment.”

Kunming went into the study to search for photos, and Chengdu also stood up and stretched his arms and legs.He held up the old twisted handkerchief, made three patches on the palm-sized area, and was sewing the fourth.It has no use value and should have been thrown away long ago.

In order to maintain its final integrity and dignity, this dilapidated and weak country is also constantly grasping those precious things that will never be redeemed, barely blocking the blood sprayed from the countless wounds on its body.Compared with behemoths such as nations and countries, individual sacrifices seem so insignificant that there is no need to hesitate for a second; from this point of view, they may not be fundamentally different from fascism and the so-called national socialism.

But...he let go, and the handkerchief slowly fell off the table.

At least we will feel infinite regret for them, not for their value as tools, but as people who laugh and cry.

At least we will remember the purpose of this war, know why they died, and even if many years pass by, we will hope from the bottom of our hearts for a peaceful world where everyone can live happily.

At least we feel anger and heartache when we know we are powerless.

This is the difference.

"A nice letter."

Chongqing pushed the opened envelope to the table in Peking.The postmark showed that the letter was sent from Xi'an, and Peiping took out a stack of paper from it and glanced at the slightly rough pen and regular script on the front page, and he immediately had a clue in his mind.

This is a letter from Yan'an to Chongqing via Xi'an.In a sense, it is also a letter to the people.

At the beginning of the letter, it was very polite to talk about some things, like the weather in northern Shaanxi recently is good and sunny, the spinning wheels lined up in front of the building are pleasing to the eye, and the faces of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army doing carpentry work are full of smiles... etc. Wait, Eighth Route Army soldiers?

"I'm sure you already know that the Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningxia Border Region has been cut off from wages and food since the Southern Anhui Incident. Materials are in short supply, taxes are heavy, and military-civilian relations have been quite tense. It can be described as internal and external troubles, and even another catastrophe since the loss of the Southern Soviet Area. In view of this, Before this year's festival, the central government decided to adjust the economic policy and launch a large-scale production campaign, mobilizing all the party, government, military, academic circles and farmers to engage in productive labor, collectively exposing and reforming bums, from the chairman down to the students who came here to study textiles, land reclamation and planting. land……"

"...This quarter, the proportion of public grain collected in the border area to the total harvest has dropped to a normal level, and the common people are gradually willing to show good looks. Yesterday, I accompanied a poet to the labor hero, and the poet wrote a long poem written for him. I read a sentence to him, and revised it according to his opinion. From it, I really felt the dawn of the times, because under the leadership of the Communist Party, although we have always emphasized that labor creates history, most of the party members and cadres are newly recruited. I have never experienced the civil war or participated in the Long March. Although I understand the principles of communism, it has not broken the consciousness of the class, and still regards labor as the exclusive property of the poor. Today, the status of labor heroes is no less than that of sharpshooters on the battlefield. The practical feasibility of advanced production relations to develop productivity..."

"...At the beginning of last year, Minister He announced the suspension of all military pay and the implementation of an economic blockade [Note 5]. Prices soared for a while, not only the common people could not survive, but the whole party and the army would be trapped in the border area if they were not careful. I was seriously ill. I think of your national government's obstruction of social funding into the border areas, and my heart is full of resentment... I write to thank you. As the saying goes, good fortune and bad fortune depend on each other. Without this hardship, the thinking of the cadre group will not have a qualitative leap. There will be no real experience in the transformation of the relationship between people and production, and even life is better than before the blockade." Seeing the neatly written list below, Beiping read it out softly, "I can eat half a catty of grain, half a catty of vegetables, Five cents of oil, three taels of meat per month. Of course, compared to the good life of your cadres, this is only enough to get between your teeth, it’s a joke.”

Chongqing burst out laughing.He had read the letter before, but he seemed very happy, and the whole office echoed with his happy laughter.

"...Now is a critical and turning point in the cause of the war of resistance. It is said that the U.S. military has just defeated the Japanese aircraft carrier on Midway Island in the Pacific Ocean. Although I don't know much about naval warfare, it must be exciting news. A few days ago, the Soviet Union sent medical personnel Come, I also gave the chairman a small gift. The chairman asked someone to sew a small cloth bag, and filled it with the red peppers that I planted in front of the cave as a return gift. I also imitated it poorly, and brought some potatoes and cabbage that I planted. A small gift is not a respect, it is just a mutual encouragement. I wish you well-being. Yan'an, June 1942."

After reading the long letter, Peiping silently folded the paper, smoothed out the wrinkles, and stuffed it back into the envelope without saying anything.

Chongqing said: "What do you think Yan'an wants to express?"

"His intention is that he has no intention. It is impossible for the government and the border region to have the energy to interfere with each other in the short term." At most, the spies of the central government are too tired to probe their brains, so I will tell you what they are busy with this year. Although there is no emotional tendency, Peiping will never tell Chongqing.He once planned to go back to the city via Manchukuo when he was in the Anti-Japanese League. The people sent the order "need him" through the Soviet Union, and then he decided to return to the rear.Min hasn't explained to him what "need him" means, at least until he understands, he doesn't want to get involved in trouble again.

"Perhaps," Chongqing slammed the envelope, "There is a shortage of supplies on both sides. Out of good intentions, he wrote a letter to share his experience?"

Pei Ping laughed: "That's..."

"Well, that's a complete fantasy. It's really strange that I had this association when I first read the letter. Leaving aside the subjective people's hearts, their movement relies on strong political mobilization and strict organizational mobilization. None of this is possible here." Chongqing leaned back in his seat and stared mockingly at the ceiling, "It's hard to expect those party and government officials to eat and drink less. If they can participate in production, Tokyo can stand outside our door right now..."

The door of the office, which was ajar, opened suddenly.The two were startled, and looked at the door together. The Wuhan military uniform walked in, and took the door and glanced around suspiciously: "What's the matter? Do I need to avoid it?"

"Uh, no." Chongqing touched his heart, "We are talking about a letter of sympathy sent to us by Yan'an."

"Yan'an wrote a condolence letter? Did he say anything?"

"It is said that they survived the difficult period with ample food and clothing by themselves, and sent a bag of potatoes and cabbage to show that KMT not only did not starve to death, they also had enough to help us. Ah, I almost forgot, Wuhan, you and the Communist Party are also considered to have some friendship Bar?"

Wuhan was silent for a moment, with a subtly unnatural expression: "It happened in the past. I haven't contacted you again after 27 years." [Note 6] "Tsk tsk, it sounds more like a pair of mandarin ducks beaten by Nanjing."

"Alas..." Sighing, Wuhan resignedly leaned his head on the door panel, squinting at Chongqing: "Your Excellency, the capital, really has a sense of humor. What's next? Did Yan'an say anything else?"

"It's better to say that there is another matter that is of great concern to the outside world, and he has lightly mentioned it in the letter. The rectification movement." Chongqing dragged a stack of documents to him, flipped through them casually, and stuffed them back. "The information we have heard is still very incomplete, but it can be summed up as an internal rectification movement within the CPC, although it is also a bit external... [Note 7] The obvious one is to reform the ideological style of party members and cadres, and the dark one The higher level is to eliminate the differences in the leadership of the central government. According to the report, those "internationalists" who were originally very prestigious and had a background in the Soviet Union have all conducted self-criticism. The tide is gone."

"Wouldn't the Soviet Union interfere by doing this?"

"The Soviet Union was deeply mired in war and could not take care of foreign affairs." Beiping explained calmly, "I think the movement chose this time for no reason, or it was determined to drive the Communist International out of China."

Chongqing added: "However, in his letter he mentioned that the Soviet Union sent medical staff and returned gifts, probably to show that although the Soviet Union is dissatisfied, the relationship between the two parties will continue, and the Communist Party's background will not change."

"So that's how it is." Wuhan nodded, and when he received Chongqing's consulting eyes, he hurriedly said, "I have nothing else to do, just drop by to help the finance department deliver a report." He handed the report to Chongqing, said goodbye and left .

When we walked to the lobby on the first floor, there were layers of dense rain floating outdoors. The wind blew the rain curtains to sway from side to side. The momentum of the city.Wuhan didn't bring an umbrella, and didn't want to wait in the lobby, so he thought about going back directly, when a series of hurried footsteps sounded behind him: "Wuhan!"

Beiping came over with an umbrella and said, "The bag of potatoes and cabbage in Yan'an won't last long. Chongqing invites us to cook together tomorrow. Is it okay to cook it?"

Wuhan said with a smile: "Of course, there is nothing wrong with it."

"You... don't just send reports to Chongqing."

"Well, I wanted to say something else, it's not important, it's better not to say it....I accompanied a friend to Jiangjin to visit Chen Duxiu at the beginning of this month, but I didn't expect...he passed away, at the end of May."

"Passed away?" Peiping was not without surprise, "Due to illness?"

"It seems to be poisoned by drinking water with bacteria. His family is very simple. I thought that no matter how poor he lived here, he would always have acquaintances and admirers to help him, but his family almost took everything they could..."

"Because he is not a qualified politician, but he has all the arrogance and stubbornness of a literati, and he used these to drive himself to a dead end. I have met many such people, and he can be regarded as a typical example." Peiping paused After a while, he said, "First, I forged a blood feud with KMT, and then repeatedly offended the CPC Central Committee." [Note 8] He brushed the damp hair that fell to his eyes, "It is not enough to die in this way. That's too bad."

"It's not...too bad. I just heard from Chongqing that the CPC wants to eliminate the International faction. I also thought that Chen had scolded the International faction before for disregarding the interests of the nation and obeying the Soviet Union. If he changed his direction, he would consider giving him a higher post-evaluation." .I originally wanted to discuss with Chongqing, whether I could write a letter to tell them the details before and after his death." Wuhan pursed his lips, and seeing Peiping listening intently, he couldn't help laughing at himself, "Is it really impossible? A person who has made serious mistakes in the line and still refuses to repent It’s not worth them looking back. Chen Duxiu is just their past, and can never intervene in their present and future. If we really write a letter, I’m afraid not only will we not be interested, but we will also suspect that we have ulterior motives.”

Beiping said briefly: "You are right."

He opened the umbrella, and the two walked into the rain side by side.

Wuhan went on to say: "I have seen a lot, and I really resent the ruthlessness of the trend of the times. Human beings only have a few decades to live in a lifetime, and there is not much to enjoy. No matter right or wrong, how can you just abandon a person? What's more There are so many right and wrong that can be discerned immediately..." Wuhan took a deep breath and stopped talking, "I'm sorry, it's just my unnecessary sadness."

"It's okay. After all, there are some things, no matter how long you live and how much you see, you can't take them for granted."

"Hmm. Let's not talk about that—how was your trip to the Soviet Union?"

"Isn't that what you heard. I was disrupted by the Soviet-German war and couldn't complete the task. The biggest achievement is to get a verbal promise of 'I will help in the future'. It was a waste of government money. I didn't have the face to come back. .”

"It's not in vain. At least I got to know what their decision-makers look like for the first time. With your ability, you should have won the trust of Moscow? The rectification of Yan'an and the others, Moscow does not sever ties on the surface, but there is always a feeling of unhappiness in my heart. After you This way, you will be more willing to get closer to the Chongqing government than before. It is not completely wrong time for you to go.”

Peiping slowed down.He raised his umbrella an inch higher and turned to look at Wuhan: "From your standpoint, do you think this is a good thing?"

"My position?" Wuhan chewed on these four words, and said quickly, "It doesn't matter. We can't influence whether Yan'an is clean or not; whether the Soviet Union is willing to get closer to our current government, although we can't influence the quality, we can. The amount of influence. Is it better than Moscow alienating both Yan’an and Chongqing?”

"Is that so... I figured it out."

"Thinking about what?"

Figured out why Min wanted him back.Beiping paused for a long time before tilting the umbrella towards Wuhan and saying, "It's raining heavily, let's go back quickly."

A person has to set foot in countless harbors and embark on countless journeys in his life.Among the many parting scenes, some are silent farewells alone in the heart, and some are extremely difficult because of the reluctant send-offs of relatives and friends.

As far as Shanghai is concerned, he has already traveled far more than many people much older than him. Even so, there is always a voice in his heart saying, not enough, not enough, there are too many days in the future you can count. Having embarked on too many journeys and encountered too many new worlds that he has never seen... So his farewell at the beginning of the journey was never very difficult.Even if emotional, the sadness of parting will not overwhelm the yearning for the other end of the journey.Just because he knows that the future is his, or at least he can use his hands to open up a road; as many storms and obstacles as there are in the future, the sun will be as bright as the clouds cleared.So he never makes parting difficult.Relatives and friends are the lighthouse for him to guide when he is lost, and the harbor for rest when he is tired, but they should never be the shelter for him to escape the wind, frost and sword outside.This belief has been with him for hundreds of years and has become stronger over time.

But the parting he was in was rare and somewhat difficult - there was no reluctance or urging, but it was difficult.

"Is all the luggage stuffed in?" Nanjing kicked his suitcase lightly among the crowd passing by on the pier beside the rolling waves of the Jialing River. "Don't just remember that you didn't bring the key things when the whistle blew and the boat drove away."

"No. It doesn't matter if I forget it, I can jump off the boat and swim to the pier, and then go back to find things."

"Oh? Can you do it with luggage?"

"It's okay to drag luggage." Shanghai said seriously, "I was a sailor before."

"Oh? Why don't I remember?"

Shanghai pouted. "You don't care about everything about me. But it's really far away. My own memory is very vague. I'm afraid only Suzhou can remember a little..."

Nanjing smiled. "Okay. I didn't care enough about you, young master. I admit my mistake." He stretched out his hand as if wanting to touch the young man's head, but when he stretched his hand halfway, he suddenly felt that the height was wrong, and patted his arm instead.

After the Pearl Harbor incident last year, Shanghai and Hong Kong settled in Baishilong for two days, and then traveled northward by land and water to reach the rear.After negotiating with the Japanese side in private for more than two months, the date for Hong Kong's return was finalized.Hong Kong walked silently that day, and no one knew what the two men were muttering about.As for Shanghai, after he confirmed that there were no major problems other than the fall of the concession area, he made up his mind to return to the jurisdiction while helping the intelligence department prepare technology.After making all preparations for emergencies, the day of parting finally ushered in.

"Actually, you don't need to rush back..." After he and the returned Peiping expressed their plans, the other party said, "Although Japan is busy with the Pacific War, the surveillance on you should be relaxed, but you have already provoked them twice, and there is no chance to do it again." It’s not safe to run backwards.”

"Think of it this way: if you mess with them twice, you won't be afraid to mess with them a third time."

"Shanghai, don't be impulsive. If you have an accident, it will make many people sad."

"Just kidding. How many earth-shattering things do you think I can do? The whole city, including the concession, has fallen, but the people in the city still have to live, and the city must continue to operate as usual. The Japanese are slowly delegating power to the puppet government. Although you can’t count on the behavior of the puppet government, it’s always a filter between Japan and the people. The biggest thing I do when I go back is to fix the economy, let the citizens have food to eat, and then... I will keep in touch with the underground radio station, nothing else gone."

"That's good. Since you've thought it over, I won't repeat myself..." The other party said slowly, "I hope you will take care of it."

The sky is sunny, and the river wind is whistling in my ears. "Be careful, your ears are probably callused, I'll say it this time: I hope you cherish it." Nanjing watched him with steadfast eyes, as if wanting to deepen every wrinkle on his clothes and every texture of his skin. Deep into the eyes.

"I will." Shanghai said, "What are your plans? I heard that you frequently go to the diplomatic service recently."

"I'm preparing to go abroad. Yes, as you think, go to the United States. We cooperate with the United States on the most extensive projects and have the most friction. Let alone the series of dirty battles for the leadership of the expeditionary force, a lot of material assistance is just It’s good to put on airs, but if we don’t take the initiative to talk to them and dig out every clause word for word, it will be of no use.”

"You seem to be in a hurry."

"I must be in a hurry." Nanjing put his shoulders close to his ear, his voice lowered an octave, "Don't forget that I am the theoretical capital of Wang's puppet regime. Japan and the United Kingdom and the United States are tearing apart, but they didn't ask the puppet government to join. It is self-confidence in strength It’s enough not to ask my younger brother to support me. But according to the progress of the Pacific War, they may change their minds at any time. Once the puppet government declares war, I can’t take any actions against the Axis. Before that, I must do as many things as possible... ... If you don't rush, it will be too late."

Shanghai understood, and also replied in a low voice: "I will wish you a smooth trip to the United States at the western end of the Pacific Ocean."

"Thank you." Nanjing took a step back, and immediately spread his arms, "So, at the moment of parting, how about a hug between men?"

"Hmm..." Shanghai expressed hesitation on his face, "There won't be any narcotics this time, right?"

"Fool, I didn't intend to kiss you this time. Come on, or my hands will be sore."

Before the words fell, Shanghai hugged him tightly.This is indeed a hug between men, not lingering, but quite forceful, each pressing the other's shoulder blades achingly. "We will meet again!" Shanghai confided eagerly, "It will never take a long time, at most five years... no, it will not take five years! Believe me, we will, see you soon!"

"I believe in you." The voice that responded to him was extremely firm, "You have always been my pride, so I believe in you."

They soon separated.When the ship's whistle dragged on and rang through the pier slowly and loudly, Shanghai was standing by the railing of the ship's side, and both sides were crowded with passengers waving their hands to say goodbye to their relatives and friends, and all the people on the shore were crying and crying Seeing off pedestrians with a smooth journey.There were crowds of people everywhere on the pier, and as the ship moved, the figure of Nanjing waving to him in the crowd quickly turned into a small dot and disappeared.

but……

Shanghai pressed his still slightly sore shoulder.

But he knew that in the not-too-distant future, they would meet again.And, surely, a farewell filled with unclouded, heartfelt laughter.

He looked at the dark mountains on both sides of the Jialing River, the sunlight was bright and transparent, illuminating the whole scene with a kind of pure beauty, and pure peace swelled in his chest.It was the vigorous midsummer wind that brushed against his cheek.

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注1：杜聿明的直属部队和新22师在8月走出野人山，因国境线上有日军把守只能去往印度。戴安澜的200师在与日军交战中死伤泰半，最终突围。远征军10万人中失去的5万多人，绝大部分死在胡康河谷和野人山。

Note 2: The altitude of the southern foothills of the Himalayas passed by the northern route sometimes exceeds the climbing height of the main transport aircraft in the United States. The aircraft needs to travel between snow peaks, making the route look like the back of a camel, which is later recorded as the "hump route" . (There is also a saying that it is named because of the mountain pass it is in)

Note 3: VMC, visual meteorological conditions; IMC, blind flight by instruments.

Note 4: After the Japanese army captured Burma, they drove straight into western Yunnan to reach the Huitong Bridge on the Nujiang River, trying to forcefully cross the Nujiang River and go straight to Kunming along the Yunnan-Burma Highway, and then threatened Chongqing.During the Battle of the Nu River, the Flying Tigers mobilized all their forces and worked with the Chinese Air Force to blow up the pontoon bridge erected by the Japanese army, finally being able to block the Japanese army to the west of the Nu River.

Note 5: At the beginning of 1941 after the Southern Anhui Incident, Defense Minister He Yingqin announced the suspension of all military pay in Yan'an, and imposed an economic blockade on Yan'an, strictly prohibiting the inflow of foreign aid items and funds.

Note 6: When the national government was still in Wuhan in 1927, the KMT split due to the issue of communist tolerance, and Jiang formed another government in Nanjing on the grounds that Wuhan was under the control of the CPC.Under pressure, the Wuhan government took the initiative to divide the Communist Party (that is, the "July 9th" counter-revolutionary coup), and announced the relocation of the capital to Nanjing. It ended with Wang Zhaoming's personal arrival in Nanjing in September (that is, the combination of Ning and Han, KMT called "the combination of Ning and Han) ").

Note 7: Here "somewhat external" mainly refers to the literary and art circles. In 1942, two articles by Chun Dingling and Wang Shiwei caused an uproar in Yan'an, the supplement of "Liberation Daily" was suspended, and the rectification movement expanded from middle and lower cadres to intellectuals.

Note 8: Chen Duxiu's two sons were killed after 1927, and other relatives died because of it. In the same year, he was revoked from the position of CPC General Secretary.Later, in the Middle East Road incident, he accused the CPC of blindly obeying the Soviet Union, and then organized the Trotskyites, and was expelled from the party.