Nine Songs of Anti-Japanese War

The luncheon that day was as usual without any accidents.Considering that Moscow has traveled all the way and arrived across half of Asia, there is no itinerary for the afternoon.In the evening, Chongqing got away from official duties and met with visiting "friends from allied countries" with Min and had dinner together.When Washington issued a report to greet them earlier, it only briefly stated that there was no urgent need for Moscow's visit, but only hoped to deepen exchanges and adjust the internal relations of the allies through this move.Chongqing didn't dare to believe it, worried that the giants in the two allied countries, the United States and the Soviet Union, would unite for some unknown purpose to deceive themselves, so they tried their best to test it out politely during dinner.Moscow was frank and honest, saying that the countries on the Eastern Front had defected to the Soviet army one after another, and there was basically no need to worry about diplomacy. Visit for a few days.

"From the luncheon to the present, I feel that everyone in China is still too formal." He said, "It is convenient for me to visit in a private capacity, and I don't want to bother you too much."

Chongqing said: "It's serious, this is just the reception you deserve for a foreign guest of your level. But if you really care, we will try our best to make you feel more relaxed and comfortable during your future trips."

After Chongqing finished speaking, he glanced at Peiping.Pei Ping nodded, saying that he had been treated meticulously during his last visit to the Soviet Union, but this time he did not expect that Mr. Moskva could also be a man of informality.Since he wished, they would naturally be more open.

Moscow smiled and thanked.He saw the same smiles on the faces of the other three people on the table: just the right upward arc, the right angle of view, the right frequency of smiles... It was only because of the differences in their looks and manners that they could be distinguished.

At this time, Min proposed to toast the friendship between the two countries.The sparkling wine in everyone's glass was on a horizontal line, only a small half was poured, and it easily slid down the esophagus into the stomach in one sip.Low-alcohol sparkling wine that can be drunk by even the weakest woman, Moskva stared at the foam left in the glass and thought, this wine also fits the word "just right" in all aspects.Compared with the domestic atmosphere, he can be regarded as a person who can restrain himself when it comes to drinking.But while he was feeling a little tired, he couldn't help secretly thinking about the mellow and strong vodka.I haven't had any vodka made in Poland for several years. I don't know how far the Polish front will go in the past few days after he left...

Dinner will be used up soon.Looking at his words and deeds, Chongqing feels that Moscow does not seem to have an ulterior purpose. As for the major issues between China and the Soviet Union, there are always things that should be discussed, but it is definitely not this time. It is worthy of the country.He was generally relieved, and seeing that the night was getting darker, he finished the first note and said goodbye to the foreign guests.

After Chongqing and Min left, Peiping and Moscow stood at the door of the restaurant.The location of the restaurant is on a mountainside. Although it is not very late, it is the middle of winter after all. Under the dark blue night sky, you can see the lights rising and falling along the curve of the mountain city.Sometimes sparse, sometimes dense.There are big and bright lights of government agencies and factories, and small but warm lights of ordinary people.An ordinary, yet precious sight in wartime.In the days when there were still air raids, such bright lights were unthinkable.

In the quiet night on the mountainside, speaking loudly will seem very uninteresting.Beiping asked in a low voice: "Do you want to go back directly? Or do something else, it's up to you."

"I want to go for a walk, in town."

"Okay." Peiping Yingwan was about to lead the foreign guests into the waiting car, when he heard the other party's hesitant breath, he turned around and said, "Is there anything that I didn't pay attention to your needs? Please let me know."

"No. It's just—"

Another hesitant breath.Facing Peiping's puzzled gaze, Moscow said: "You promised me that we will call each other 'you' when we meet next time. Now it's 'next time'."

"Ah...it's because I have a bad memory. I remember being respectful and courteous to foreign guests, so I accidentally put the agreement aside. Is there still time to change it?"

"of course."

They get into the car.As the car drove down the mountain road, they exchanged some gossip again.Moscow is very interested in the bustling night scene of this wartime capital deep inland. According to his impression and information, since China was kicked out of the country, the development of various regions has been extremely uneven. One is located in the southwest and is not a plain terrain. It is not common for a city in China to have such prosperity.He asked about the changes in the city's appearance before and after the capital was moved, and Peiping also picked out some interesting parts to tell him.

He spoke of the once-difficult simply being unable to afford transportation for the huge population pouring into the rear. "...Senior government officials landed at the airport built on a small island in the middle of the Yangtze River by special plane, and left on a sliding pole. The sliding pole is an uncovered rattan chair, which is carried by the bearer, and the person is suspended in the air. They are all tall."

"It seems interesting."

"Believe me, it won't be interesting after just one ride. Especially on the road uphill from the river with hundreds of stone steps, if you come here in this way, you may not be able to eat today's lunch."

"Well, I believe you." Moscow smiled, "but don't underestimate me? Eating is not always a pleasure. When the army is about to go to the next battle, eating is a task. At that time, no matter how difficult it is to eat Eat, no matter how uncomfortable people are, I can force myself to eat, and then try not to spit it out."

"How dare I underestimate you, the capital of the Soviet Union and a combat hero. According to you, you should have endured a lot of pain and suffered a lot during the three years I haven't seen you?"

"It's okay. Anyway, it's not much worse than the worst years before this..."

"That can only say that there were very painful years in the past, but it cannot prove that these three years have been 'okay'."

"...That's good. But, looking back now, it's really just...fortunately, there is no obstacle that can't be overcome, that makes people fall to the ground in despair." Moscow pondered for a while, and said, "Look, we are not Did we meet again?"

"Yeah... we meet again."

This topic seems to have ended, and it seems to have left a tail, hanging in the air, without really tying a knot, giving a reassuring end.No one was in a hurry to start a new topic, and the two of them briefly fell into a quiet atmosphere like the night in the mountains.

The car is half an independent and closed universe.The howling sound of the cold wind passing through the mountains and forests echoed in my ears through the car window glass, which was very close for a while, and far away for a while.They can listen to the sounds of the outside world and observe the changes in the outside world, but the outside world can't disturb them too much.Sitting in the back seat, Moscow felt that the distance between him and Peiping was like the distance between the inside and outside of the car: physically close, but psychologically unable to guess how far away.There seems to be a layer of glass between them, a gust of wind, although not very cold, but it is a winter wind after all, enough to push the two of them back to their respective thoughts and worlds.There are some indescribable thin threads shuttling among them, connecting them closely.However, the thread was too thin, and it was unable to form a pulling force to shrink the distance between them even a little bit.

The feeling didn't go away as they got out of the car and went for a walk in the street, chattering more lighthearted ramblings.Perhaps tacitly, they simultaneously asked each other about their experience in the three years between their two meetings.The situation in Peiping was relatively stable, and there was no need for a Soviet person to know too much about the domestic frictions involved in the uncomfortable situation, so he was almost only guiding and responding to what Moscow said.

Hearing that Leningrad is recovering well and can already take on part of the work, he smiled: "Great. Sometimes I think that the lost relatives are like a miracle bestowed by God, right?"

"Yeah." Moscow nodded vigorously.

His subsequent voice was as soft as a gentle breeze blowing through a willow branch: "You on that day were also like a miracle of gift to me."

"Thank you, but... it's far from reaching the height of a miracle. I'm just a catalyst. Without me, you can also quickly get out of depression."

Moscow looked at the figure walking beside him.Behind Beiping are the streets and endless shops with people coming and going, but he felt in a trance that he was melting into the boundless night, and he would soon lose his grasp.For lunch and dinner, Peking's presence is not strong.He said a lot, but most of them were polite routines, or he was just making footnotes for others, and he didn't take the initiative to express his views.According to his accompanying status in this reception, these behaviors are very reasonable.But when it came time to be alone, he couldn't ignore his avoidance again and again.Peiping was obviously avoiding his pointed words.

He couldn't help feeling powerless.There are too many past events between the two of them, but in terms of true understanding of each other's lives, it can be said that there is very little.Even the other party's experience in the past three years, as long as Pei Ping doesn't want to tell him in detail, he has no way to know.The meeting three years ago was like a dream, and there is no agreement that can guarantee that their relationship can go further.But he came and stood here, even though it was all by chance, he was not willing to give up easily.

At this time, Peiping seemed to have insight into what he was thinking, and finally did not intend to pretend to be deaf and dumb.Walking through the corner of the street to a quieter alley, Peiping said: "I can understand some of your thoughts...but even if you move forward, what can you do? Usually you can only contact by letter. I'm not sure, but you At most, you can meet with me during the visit. This is on the premise that the relationship between the two countries is good and the communication is smooth. Can you accept this state...?"

"I think..." Moscow exhaled hot air, watching them condense into an indistinct white mist against the night sky, "it's acceptable."

"Okay. But China and the Soviet Union are not natural allies, and the Communist Party of the Soviet Union and the people are not. The CPC has lost the influence of the Communist International, but your ideas are still on the same road after all. After nearly eight years of the War of Resistance, the relationship between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party still cannot be seen completely. The hope of reconciliation. What would you do if there was a... eventuality?"

"As far as I know you are sympathetic."

"Yes, but first and foremost I am the urban embodiment of China. It is impossible for me to tolerate a foreigner who instigates and participates in our country's civil strife while still having any close relationship with me."

Moscow was stunned by the opponent's sharp words at first, but he reacted almost immediately.He thought that today's business was over, and he was seriously talking about feelings with him.As a result, Peiping was still standing on the outer circle, still testing him.

He couldn't hide his disappointment, but he didn't feel that the other party's attitude hurt him.According to the other party's situation, this is completely understandable, as long as it doesn't harm the interests, it doesn't matter to follow his temptation...

"Let me tell you. My trip is not only to warm up the negotiations between the two countries before the end of the war, but also to send a message to the Chongqing government: If there is a chance as you said, as long as the remaining issues between the two countries can be resolved It will be resolved smoothly, and we will not get involved."

"……really?"

"Really." Then you have no reason to avoid me, Moscow thought.

Peiping did not try again.He was drawn back into their private world, albeit reluctantly.He blinked and looked at the starry sky above: "I may not be able to give you what you want."

"You can."

"What is it?"

"I'm pursuing you, you just agree." Moscow said bluntly, "It's not convenient now, but we can wait. One year, two years, five years, ten years, it's not too much time for the city What's more, it won't take too long for this war to end. People all over the world are calling for peace, and they don't want another chaos. Even if it happens, it doesn't need to wait ten years. I believe it."

"You said you could wait for ten years. But... how do you know that I am worth waiting for you for ten years? You are the pride of Russia, and gradually unified the entire country from a small border principality; but before that, I was already in this world I've lived a long, long time. As I said last time, I don't know much about you; do you know enough about me?"

The conversation turned into a confrontation with no sharp edges visible to the naked eye.Only inner firmness is the only weapon: "Not enough, not enough. So we must first open an opportunity."

"You are confident, but I..." Beiping shook his head, his voice became sharper, "What you like may be just an image in your mind. Why do you—"

"I love you."

Moscow stood still, but Peiping took half a step back.A gust of evening wind pierced through the alley, and he pushed his bangs back quickly, even a little flusteredly.In the panic, Beiping felt a bit of astonishment in his heart. Few people could force him into such an embarrassment with words.Moscow, however, has no more cards to play.He just stood there, staring at him.It seems that as long as he relaxes a little, what he just said will be like the foam on the sea, which will be broken and disappeared without a trace when the sun shines.

By your side, I can experience true peace.You don't need to talk to me, he thought, as long as you are by my side I can be calm and happy.But right now, it's you, too, that makes me sad and troubles me.

All I can do is not back down, so as not to be haunted by greater sorrow and trouble and regret.

Finally, Beiping sorted out his emotions and said, "It's a bit late, let's go back?"

"then you……"

"I will continue to do my duty during the schedule tomorrow. Let me think about the rest, okay? I will answer you, but...can't be here."

This is the softest tone Beiping has used today.

Moscow nodded wordlessly.

At the end of January 1945, the Ardennes counterattack ended.The once-highly hoped German army on the western front was still defeated by the superior forces of Britain and the United States, and retreated to the border.The western front was unable to counterattack, and the southeastern and southern fronts were full of Soviet troops and their allies. Germany was already in the ocean of enemies.

While the land operations were successful, the Allied strategic bombing of Germany intensified. As long as you can think of the communication lines and cities between various places, there is no bomber that will not patronize.The air strikes that have entered the strategic level are aimed at destroying the reserve force and crushing the hearts of the Germans in general. It doesn't matter whether the bombs are placed accurately or not, and whether civilian houses are mistakenly bombed as factories.The trauma of the massive German bombing of Poland, the Netherlands and Great Britain was returned with brutality against brutality by the Allies.The civilian casualties and displacements during this period have been countless, and in the minds of the warring parties, their withering is like a hurricane blowing away the dust on the plain, so much that they will take a look at it to a certain extent, but it is just a look.

What's more, how many people are left who can still be called "civilians"?Previously, in order to launch the Ardennes campaign, the "People's Guard" ordered that men aged 16-60 be recruited into the army, and sent to the battlefield after a brief training.An old neighbor with a half-white beard who is still walking on the street today may be sent to the battlefield tomorrow.It is not a question that needs to be considered too much about how likely these recruited soldiers with a small number of people will survive the regular army after they go into battle.

In the days of intensive air raids, Berlin could only move to the basement to work.There was not enough sunlight and ventilation in the basement, and he always heard bad news. From time to time, there was another air raid that shook the walls, which undoubtedly made his mood worse and worse.

"Looking at the movement of the Soviet army, it seems that they intend to attack Lower Silesia."

After Munich finished speaking, he waited for his reply.The way she looked at him said it all: this is Lower Silesia.Not the Czech Republic, not Poland, although it once belonged to other countries and peoples, it is now a native province of Germany.The German army was besieged on all sides, there were loopholes everywhere, and there was a shortage of people on every front.What are you going to do?What are we going to do?

"Strengthen the monitoring of the movements of the Soviet troops there. Once they show their intentions, we will try our best to ensure the safety of Silesia." Berlin gave an uninspiring answer. "Priority should be given to other positions. If the homeland is not protected, the blow to the morale of the army and the people will be difficult to estimate."

"Understood." Munich walked towards the door, and she wanted to take advantage of the air raid to return to another office.

Listening to her footsteps going away, Berlin recalled the night of the beer hall riot many years ago.It was late at night when he heard the news that Hitler and his party were charged with treason three days after the failed coup.Weimar came to the capital to ask him to put pressure on Munich after the government destroyed the National Socialist headquarters, because her undeserved passivity in the suppression of the riots was disturbing. "The more precarious the situation, the more we must do our best to keep our republic," Weimar said.

Berlin agreed to bring him along for a communication with Munich.The process was considered smooth, but it did not dispel the dark clouds hanging over their heads.Munich refused to let go on key issues."If the Republic keeps letting people down, sooner or later, domestic conflicts will find another outlet. It won't take long," she said in parting.

Nearly 10 years after the beer hall riots, Hitler was elected chancellor.This time it did not rely on a coup d'état, it was done through legal procedures.Munich and most of Bavaria quickly joined his camp.The following year, the president died and the National Socialists took full power, trampling on the Weimar Constitution with impunity.No one dared to speak out.Weimar faded from the political arena, and other influential cities either decided to support the National Socialist Party, some quietly alienated, and many were just silent.

Looking back on those politically tumultuous years, Berlin sometimes felt like a puff of air, sitting in its seat in the capital but always being pushed by others.He seldom takes the initiative to take positive measures, stays where he is, and gradually loses the ability to think and move forward.Until the doubts in Germany were unified by a single leader, he became dissatisfied with the consequences of World War I and demanded rights from surrounding countries. He seemed to have regained his due responsibilities.However, after all, it is just filling a void in the heart with external conflicts and violence that cannot be filled by them at all.

After the collusion of military officers to assassinate the head of state failed last year, Munich immediately rushed to East Prussia, where the incident occurred.When she came back to report on the arrest process and execution, she couldn't hide the exhaustion on her face, and she no longer saw the high spirits and passion she once had.

Six months have passed, and the situation has only continued to deteriorate.Did she ever regret it?Reflecting on the difficult years, if they can bridge their differences and help each other, can they find a better way out than the National Socialist Party?So will the beginning of 1945 be much more optimistic and peaceful, with no bombs flying all over the sky, no monuments collapsing in ruins, and no mourning people?

But whether positive or negative, the current situation is the result of their collective creation.All they can hope for is to resist stubbornly and not let the turning point of the year be regarded as a big mistake, or even a joke passed down to future generations.

There are also island nations in southeastern Asia who feel they are losing their grip on their destiny.When the U.S. troops landed on Luzon Island in the Philippines and divided into several groups and advanced towards the capital Manila from various directions, the commander ordered the Japanese troops there to abandon Manila and collectively withdraw northward.But as Himeji was retreating with the army to Baguio in the north, he heard a news that surprised him.

The news was brought by a small non-commissioned officer who had a good relationship with him in the army that departed later: "There is no sign that Major General Iwabuchi was ordered to destroy bridges and urban infrastructure. Instead, he seems to be asking his men to increase the number of people around the city." Fortifications—even Manila's naval garrison is on the verge of entering the city."

Himeji exchanged glances with Tottori, who was sitting together in the bumpy military truck.Surprise is inevitable, but there seems to be no other emotion to be read other than surprise, let alone the intention to act on this change.

"Do you want to discuss with the higher-ups?" Tottori asked anxiously.

"What are you discussing?" Himeji smiled wryly. "Because Admiral Iwabuchi didn't obey the order to retreat, should someone be sent over to bring him and his troops back? I'm afraid no one has the spare strength. It's not easy to stop in the middle of the march."

"Ignoring the orders of the superiors should be taken care of? After arriving in Baguio—"

"It doesn't matter. Let them go. If you fight well, you can claim credit. If you don't fight well, don't die in front of us."

Himeji got impatient after saying a few words, and ended the conversation hastily with a nonchalant indifference.For the rest of the day, he and Himeji would either stare at their feet, or look out of the truck at the scenery that they had seen for a long time, and they only spoke a few words when they were eating dry food.It was rare for the two people with a very good relationship to spend most of the march in silence.When they arrived at Baguio, there were cheers from the surrounding troops, for the end of the march, and for temporarily hiding in a place where the flames of war could not be burned.When leaving the stuffy truck, Himeji was almost infected by their emotions and felt a little relieved.

But he didn't.He saw Baguio walking towards him impartially, as if he already knew about the changes in Manila.

"Have you changed your plan?" The Southeast Asian woman with a catchy name also had a pretty face, but no one at the scene was in the mood to care about her beauty, including herself. "It's agreed to give up defense directly, why go back on it?"

"Because sooner or later there will be a decisive battle with the U.S. military, it doesn't matter where you fight." Himeji gave a random reason.If Baguio is willing to inquire, it is easy to know the real reason behind the change, but it is not up to him to talk about his family's ugliness.

"A decisive battle? Didn't you guys have a decisive battle on Wright Island? You have already failed once, why bother..."

Himeji was impatient again.When he was still living on the soil of his country, he was recognized as mild-tempered and patient, but the series of affairs thrown at him could not be solved by patience.

"Sounds like you want to be American dogs again."

Baguio pursed her lips, then glared at each other.

"I really don't understand," Tottori said beside him, saying that he had long been numb to the commonplace, "We are all yellow-skinned Asians, but you want to applaud the white-skinned colonists who invaded you."

"...Then please see what you have done first! That is Manila, a city with a population of more than 100 million, mostly wooden houses, and our capital! Just a little spark can set a house on fire, A house spreads to a block, an urban area... You want to use such a city as a decisive battle? Are you kidding?"

Himeji knew that the U.S. military would not be relentless after seeing the city defense of Manila.No matter how dense the barbed wire is repaired and how many obstacles are placed, they will only use their technical advantages to level them and move on.They may have a little scruples in terms of combat methods because of the civilians in the city, but they cannot let Manila go.Most of the townspeople will not have the opportunity to flee to safety outside the city.They could be burned, they could be killed by mistake, and they could even be dragged along to be buried by desperate defenders.Human life cannot be seen there, only the various forms of human death will be displayed.

Baguio, who didn't wait for a response, gradually had tears in his eyes.She had foreseen what would happen to Manila as much as they had.Through that layer of tears, Himeji saw the hatred, the hatred that he tried to cover up but couldn't hide in the end.The same yellow skin and similar stature are useless to bring their relationship closer at this moment.

Baguio still didn't cry.She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, turned around and left.

Himeji turned to look for Tottori.Tottori was not in a hurry to go to the camp set up in the city, but seemed to be looking at the surrounding scenery.

"We can take some photos." Tottori said in a hopeless voice, "Baguio is a beautiful place. Anyway, I will soon lose sight of it. Even if I don't find it strange now, I might miss it in the future..."

USSR, Yalta, Crimea, near Tarivakia Palace.

This is the second summit meeting of the Allied Powers.When the city representatives who arrived the day before the meeting met in the hall, they inevitably expressed their dissatisfaction with the Soviet side. The general secretary of the Soviet Union said at one time that it was inconvenient to fight against the Germans, and at another that he would not go to the meeting anywhere except the Yalta Palace. As a result, they could only follow their boss all the way to this peninsula by the Black Sea.

There are also people who don't care or even have a hint of joy. "What does it matter," said New York, resting his elbows on a map, "think of the good side: this is an ancient city originally owned by the Tartars, a famous health resort on the Black Sea coast. Tolstoy visited During this visit, Chekhov wrote many famous articles here. Crimea is a name that cannot be ignored in Europe. It has carried the iron, blood and tears of many peoples - Celts, Greeks, Goths , the Huns, and the Mongols, it is not necessarily clear to make a list. The warriors here are so brave that they once filled the Moskva River with tens of thousands of corpses. Don’t forget to give it a hard blow afterwards. Thinking of this, don’t you still feel emotional? Don’t you think you should stop complaining?”

"I don't think so." London said coolly, "I can see that your knowledge of European history is not too bad."

New York sighed: "It's really impossible to talk to people who don't understand style."

"Agreed." Edinburgh immediately agreed.

London glanced sideways at Edinburgh.Edinburgh pretended not to hear the warning meaning: "Well, the capital of Great Britain invited me to cross most of Europe to see how he can speak like a lotus flower and reach a consensus with the other two giants to carve up the world. I really appreciate it. But I must not To give up on speaking the truth would be to shamefully deceive others and my own heart."

New York laughed, without any intention of lowering his voice. "London, it's good that you're not Manchester this time!" New York laughed, "at least he won't touch you when there are foreigners-but Edinburgh is more honest. London, you tell me a way , how can I like you more than Edinburgh?"

London was unmoved: "I can't imagine being liked by you."

"The person I like is usually mentally bright, mentally sound, and loved by friends and family. Maybe there is a problem with picking a partner, and they are not very sensitive to feelings, but it is a small problem after all, and it is not a problem. You refuse to be liked by me. There is no other way."

Washington returned with a bag of ice cubes.He put the ice cubes on the London table: "Is that enough?"

"Enough." London nodded and smiled, "Thank you."

"You don't have to always say thank you to me."

"I don't think so. It is precisely to those who are close that we should express our gratitude and gratitude in a timely manner."

"Well then—thank you for your thanks, dear."

New York Ben was talking to Edinburgh about the weirdness of drinking with ice in London in February, when he heard the expression on the back that was about to faint: "Can you two take care that there are other people in the room? You have to dare to do it when you have a meeting Be careful, that bachelor in Moscow burned the whole audience to death with the wrath of communism, leaving no one behind.”

"So, for the safety of your own capital and your allies," London said, "shouldn't you take the initiative to make Moscow no longer a bachelor? You are said to be quite interested in him."

"I have considered it. Unfortunately, although I am sure that my skills can satisfy him, at this stage, my interest in him is not that great."

"Unfortunately, I thought you could be more dedicated."

"Unfortunately, I thought you could come up with an idea with a higher IQ."

"Cough..." Washington pressed his hands down, as if this gesture could suppress the weird atmosphere between his friends and lovers. "New York, what are you putting on the map?"

New York moved his hand away and shrugged: "What else can it be, red amoeba amoeba, which is constantly proliferating."

Several people understood when they saw the part painted in red on the map.The Eastern European countries and regions that the Soviet army passed through on the way to counterattack Germany from the east were all controlled by them, and it is very likely to support a pro-Soviet red regime in the future.It is no longer convincing to say that this is a counterattack against Germany. The Soviet army seems to enjoy the benefits it has obtained and will obtain in the process.

"Just like this map, our allies are slowly transforming into opponents—in fact, they are also opponents. Instead of spending energy on internal friction, why don't we discuss how to deal with this amoeba at the meeting before the Russians come? "

Washington's proposal won the support of others, after all, the bickering is not in a hurry.When Moscow and the landowner Yalta entered the hall one after the other, they were almost done discussing, and Washington stood up and greeted him gracefully.After the handshake, Washington offered a hug in accordance with Russian etiquette, and Moscow seemed happy to accept it.

Washington said: "This is really a good place, worthy of the name of a health resort, and the scenery is very beautiful."

"Is that so? I'm worried that you will be dissatisfied with the lack of hospitality for letting you come from afar."

"How is it possible, besides, our country still needs you on the issue of using troops against Japan."

"It's not a question of who asks whom. As long as you play the spirit of the contract that you have always emphasized, both parties will give reasonable remuneration."

"It's very nice of you to be reasonable. But..." Washington blinked his brown eyes in a meaningful pause, as if a little dazzled by the sunlight coming in from outside the door, "something is not entirely between us, the first What if the three parties do not attend this meeting?"

Moscow raised his eyebrows, then folded his arms leisurely. "Isn't your country the one that didn't invite the Chinese representative? But I understand your woes—the government that has made great efforts to support it, but its military and internal affairs are so bad that there is no sign of improvement. In style."

"You are still ruthless in your words. It seems that you have learned a lot during the visit?"

"Almost, and thanks to New York for the recommendation."

Washington nodded. "Then, it is only in the absence of those 'third parties' that they first agree on a payment framework that they presumably can afford and accept for their efforts as liberators and rescuers."

"Your idea is right, it's up to you."

They smiled at each other, their eyes curved slightly into perfect arcs.Whether it was them or the few people watching this scene, they all realized when they saw this scene: Although this meeting still needs to go through a few days of consumption and wrangling, the result is actually doomed the moment the two people's eyes meet.