Nine Songs of Anti-Japanese War

In early autumn, a person from Kaifeng quietly went south, and saw Hangzhou at the Su Causeway by the West Lake.

Holding a willow stick, Hangzhou hummed a very old folk song while beating the beat.He is dressed in a green robe and has long flowing hair. His handsome and unrestrained figure is reflected in the deep lake water, like a city full of romance.Suhang, Suhang, people say that these two are the best-looking sons in Jiangnan, and they are indeed correct.

Such beautiful scenery made Kaifeng almost cry.For a period of time in the Southern Song Dynasty, he and Hangzhou, who lived in the south of the Yangtze River, also experienced it.There are no outsiders, only the two of them.

Hangzhou has not changed, but he has declined too quickly.When it comes to the situation, others are eager to try and impassioned, but he can't help worrying about the consequences in the long run, worrying about the destruction of people by war, and worrying about his own powerlessness.He came to Hangzhou, more not for the sake of a divorce between lovers, but for a guarantee and a spiritual comfort.

"Hangzhou..." Kaifeng called out.So Hangzhou turned around cooperatively.

A smile: "Bian, are you here?"

[You really, haven't changed at all.It's so enviable. ]

"Japan's steel output is fully 40 times that of yours (Note 1). The industry that has just started is about to be destroyed by the flames of war. You people... Alas!"

London is dressed in a gorgeous dress, with black tea in his left hand and a report in his right hand, talking about current affairs news in Hong Kong.In the newspapers, the urban area of ​​Shanghai that was bombed into ruins was extremely shocking.Paris sat on the sofa a little further away, wiped her fingertips with a napkin, and glanced at London.

"I knew this kid in Shanghai would be like this. We should have brought him here like Hong Kong. Look at how miserable he is...London, do you regret it?"

"Each to each other. In any case, we must first protect our expatriates in the Shanghai Concession."

Hong Kong listened to these two people coming and going, talking nonsense that had nothing to do with the subject.If he hadn't been given facial paralysis by London, he would probably have shown his sarcasm a long time ago.Now that he has facial paralysis, he might as well spend more time with the English afternoon tea in hand - it is much more lovely than dinner - and stop caring about London and Paris, and laughing at how self-satisfied his family used to be. Overwhelmed, pathetic.

But London finally remembered that Hong Kong, as a Chinese, always has natural human emotions.Feeling a little ashamed of this belatedness, London dropped the report and came to Hong Kong.

"Hey, Hong Kong. It shouldn't be a big problem for China to survive for a year or two, and you won't hurt a hair, don't worry."

"...Why?" Hong Kong stopped his knife and fork and asked quietly.

"It's not easy, you are from the British Empire. No matter how rampant Tokyo is, how can you have the guts to touch you?"

British Empire?I only see a country struggling to survive under the cloud of war. As for the afterglow of the sunset of the empire, I am afraid it has dissipated.Thinking about Shanghai, although the atmosphere was not very harmonious when we met him, his courage and determination should really make you blush.Hong Kong said cheers silently, avoiding London's approaching hand.

"Then," Hong Kong said, "I want to go back and have a word with Guangzhou, so I'm leaving."

"What are you going to do? We have to go to see Berlin together soon..."

"Don't you have something to discuss with the Germans? I have something to discuss with my neighbors. It won't be long. Don't worry, Mr. London."

Hong Kong walked away, leaving London and Paris looking at each other in blank dismay.

"I said, Hong Kong seems to be in a big mood today?"

Paris shrugged: "You might as well say that he is rarely emotional today."

Kaifeng was quite surprised by the sword offered by Hangzhou, and he dared not hold the gorgeous hilt with dragon pattern for a long time.Longquan, the symbol of the capital of China.He and Hangzhou have worn it in the names of Bianliang and Lin'an respectively, so of course they are very familiar with it.But now, it should never be here.

Looking at Hangzhou again, he still had the same expression just now, indifferent and happy.

"Bian, give the sword to Luoyang when you go back. Tell Luoyang, and give it to Chongqing when the time is right."

Kaifeng Yilin.He should have thought of it, at this moment... the king of the capital is determined to take the opportunity of his visit to Hangzhou to transfer the throne.He swallowed his sorrowful sighs, took over the heavy sword, and swept the bright yellow tassels on the back of his hand, which hurt him somewhat: In the millennium of China, Longquan, which was danced by successive kings with brilliant light and shadow, followed the fall of the country, and arrived You have to go through the ups and downs and hide in the fields of Tibet!

"Chongqing?" Kaifeng said, "It's really suitable for the rear. But his aggressive temper..."

Hangzhou smiled, seemingly confident: "Chengdu has confidence in him—'Don't look at him as a slovenly young man, he was the leader of Bashu in ancient times, but Xiaoyu himself didn't want to mention it again.'"

"If Chengdu guarantees it, then it will be fine."

"That's why you don't worry?"

The wicker swayed in Hangzhou's hand.The warm and humid weather not long into autumn has retained the green onions of the willow leaves, and no signs of decay have appeared.However, it is almost here.No matter how soft and beautiful Yanshui is, she can't hold back her lost youth...

Kaifeng blinked his sour eyes: "Are you okay, Hangzhou?"

"As you can see, very good."

"Really, I always have this easy-going look. When the Mongols came over, it was, and it is still..." With your leisurely temperament, how could you fall in love with me who is the opposite?

Facing this sudden accusation, Hangzhou froze for a moment, and stroked Kaifeng's face. "What are you thinking, Bian. Could it be..." His breezy voice was full of melancholy, and his flowing star eyes implied sadness, "You must be as afraid as I am."

Kaifeng suddenly grabbed the hand on his cheek: "You? Afraid?"

"Moreover, it's very weak. I couldn't protect anyone, including you, when Yuan's cavalry broke through the city; it's the same now. 'The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and Hangzhou is turned into Bianzhou'——Small bridges and flowing water, how can I afford it?" Ambitious. No matter how beautiful the ordinary days are, when the flames of war come, I will be a vase."

"Come on less!" Kaifeng admitted helplessly that Hangzhou had the ability to destroy his psychological defense line with two or three sentences.He was about to cry, which would be embarrassing to the juniors in Henan, "Compared to you, I am nothing! As soon as the Jin soldiers came, they ran away in fright, a capital king, so useless as to ask you Nanren to fight The level of protection! I promised that I will come back when I am strong enough to be equal to you...Maybe, I will never be able to fulfill it..."

The soft fabric on Hangzhou's chest was wrinkled by Kaifeng's grasp, so as not to stand unsteadily and fall.

"However, even if it's a lie to comfort me," Kaifeng tried to calm down, "I admit it."

"I won't lie to you." Hangzhou's voice was soft and firm, "I am always the real me in front of your eyes. Why don't you try more? Your promise is not outdated yet."

"It's not you who caused me... I don't need your education, I will transfer Longquan to brother Luoyang."

Kaifeng sighed.He pushed aside the hair on Hangzhou's forehead, and carefully looked at the delicate eyebrows and eyes, as if he wanted to engrave every inch of skin, every strand of hair, and every expression in his heart.The reunion was short, which was expected by him, but it could not alleviate the grief of parting.What's more, the peaceful years have passed, this farewell, I don't know how many years we will see each other again.

"Hangzhou, you won't leave this city, will you?"

"Yes. We are the masters of the city, and we are also the city itself. Unless it is absolutely necessary, we should not go away for a long time-this is the law that has bound us since ancient times."

"So am I. . . . Believe me, I have enough patience to wait for the reunion."

"Heart collar. Then," the setting sun melted gold, and Hangzhou's clothes fluttered in the autumn wind, leading Kaifeng to the mirror-like West Lake, "let's go boating with you again. It's a pity that this year's broken bridge and residual snow (Note 2) can't be compared with You shared the reward..."

"Oriental Paris", "Magic City" - all kinds of grandiose titles, under the bloody battle of Songhu, are not only against peace, but also against peace.

In the early hours of the morning, the confrontation along the Suzhou River had just come to an end.Both armies can take a breather.The dark clouds were heavy, the moonlight faded, and the beacon fire scared away the animals living by the water for several days, and there was a dead silence in the camp.Wearing a military uniform, Shanghai turned on the flashlight and temporarily left the river bank.He still has things to attend to.

After the war, he dressed like this, running around for the war.His fair complexion was stained by smoke and dust, his hands and feet became as nimble as a soldier's, and he worked so hard that he no longer had the heart to maintain his petty bourgeois sentiment or get a little bit of everything around him.With unparalleled meticulousness and patience, he transformed this complex city into a fortress between the enemy and southern China.

Yes, he thought, I am the shield of the people, the shield of the capital.

He learned to doze off with his gun in front of the military tent, and the sound of the trumpet sounded immediately, and he bounced up immediately; he was used to the commander's uncompromising style.On the Songhu battlefield, both the enemy and us are constantly increasing their troops, turning it into a melting pot of life; if you step on it, you will be close to death, and you will never come back if you swallow it.Facing the daily tragedy, Shanghai has gradually become calm.

It's not over yet, he still has to fight on.

must.

Shanghai walks through the dark streets in a vain way, his head dizzy.He never joined the battle directly, but the vicious situation made the commander's job exhausting to the peak.Jiaxing and Ningbo took turns to accompany him for several days, and Hangzhou also visited him; but the battlefield is here, and the responsibility is not light at all.To his dismay, Suzhou has been gone for a long time.He, who has always been considerate and gentle, seems to have evaporated from the world, and he couldn't even reveal it to Hangzhou.

Thinking about the whereabouts of Suzhou, he propped his drowsy head up the stairs of his house.

The lights on the second floor were on.

Stretching his hand to his waist, he climbed half of the stairs with light steps, then rushed up to the second floor, pulled out the gun: "Who?"

It is Nanjing.Sitting in the leather chair, he looked at the muzzle of Shanghai leisurely.

"Knowing that there are heavy guards around, I still took the most vigilant action. Very good, Shanghai."

Shanghai retracted his gun and straightened his sticky hair.He must look very embarrassed, without the demeanor of a young master, and he doesn't mind being seen by Ningbo Jiaxing or Suzhou and Hangzhou.However, Nanjing is slightly different.

"What are you doing here?" Shanghai sat on the sofa opposite, unfastened the top two buttons of his clothes to relieve his boredom, "It's a melee. The rear is waiting for you to stabilize, and besides, you have to make more preparations for the defense line..."

Nanjing heard Shanghai's tone of reproach, and it was a little funny: "Stabilizing the rear is no longer my business. There is nothing to prepare. Shanghai, I am here to help you."

"I'm fine, I don't need others..."

"Stop. You look good like this? Today is the end of October, and there are more than two and a half months before the outbreak of the battle. Even Iron Man, you can't support yourself? Besides, I can be sure that you are not made of metal, so you are not Iron Man."

Shanghai laughed dumbfounded. "Thank you His Majesty Du Wang for your kindness, but I...can make you leave your job? It's too late. No matter how bad I am, at least I can handle it."

"Don't shirk. I, who willfully ask you to stay here, have the right to watch you suffer alone? After all, you are not a professional soldier, and your body will collapse sooner or later."

Shanghai still wanted to hold on for a while, but was blocked by Nanjing without opening its mouth: "Okay, you are very wrong tonight, unlike the Shanghai that accepts as soon as you see it - like our good comrade during the Northern Expedition, Wuhan."

"You are also a patient." Shanghai was provoked, "Don't think I'm a fool, starting from the Xi'an Incident—"

"Enough!" Nanjing shouted loudly, a flush of redness appeared on his face and his face faded back to pale. Afterwards, he showed deep fatigue, "Less talk about last year, okay?"

Shanghai suddenly thought inexplicably, this person said to help him, so he will live in a house with him at night?Since the last hug, there has been a strange sense of ambiguity between them.And Peiping is so far away.Nanjing's appearance is not as delicate as Suzhou and Hangzhou, but she is undoubtedly a beauty.His willpower was wiped out in the war, and he may not be able to hold it back when he returns.Especially, if Nanjing takes the initiative... what is he thinking about?They "seem" not rivals in love!

Shanghai shook his head and said angrily, "I'm sorry. Where's Mr. Min? You really don't need to prepare in the capital?"

"I've asked Min a long time ago, and he agreed. What can I prepare for? Three months, one month, ten days, the effect is the same. And, look, am I still the king of the capital?"

Shanghai suddenly noticed that there was no scabbard on the opponent's belt.empty.

Has Longquan sent him away?when……

"So, Shanghai." Nanjing stood up, leaned into his ear, and said softly, "My life...is in your hands."

He described it as haggard, with bloodshot breathing, but with a smile, he pronounced the fate of the two entangled in this way.Shanghai stared at him, feeling an impulse in addition to being shocked.He wanted to put aside those entangled feelings, forget about the man in the distance, and even the battlefield by the Suzhou River, use his remaining strength to grab this man's shoulder, and then——

Then Nanking brushed past him and approached the telegraph.

He said: "I'm here to contact Washington and Moscow. You are tired, go to bed."

The arrival of Nanjing has indeed lightened the burden on Shanghai.The Chinese army on the north bank of the Suzhou River fought alone and persisted for 4 days and nights, repelling dozens of enemy attacks under the cover of aircraft, tanks, and artillery, and the main force was able to withdraw westward.However, the war situation in the Shanghai area is deteriorating day by day after all.

The enemy's casualties are heavy, and our side will only multiply.As smart as Shanghai is, it can't make up for the gap in equipment and military strength, and the defense lines are getting weaker and thinner.

The slogan "Occupy Shanghai in four hours and destroy China in three months" has never been heard from the east again, but Shanghai can feel that this shield is riddled with holes and will soon collapse.

He doesn't want to lose yet.If you can delay it for a second, just delay it for another second...

On the morning of early November, he was blowing the bleak autumn wind on the terrace.The river wind blowing from Wusongkou dilutes the bloody memories a bit.One who has soaked too much in war does not feel nauseated by blown-off limbs and blurred blood clots.So far, Shanghai has not cultivated to this level.

Nanjing just settled the breakfast, and is calculating whether there will be duck in the next box lunch.The two were rarely at ease.

They didn't enjoy it for a moment, but they were disturbed by the sound of hurried running downstairs.Ningbo, this young man who likes to quarrel with Shanghai and looks too young was sweating profusely. He rushed towards Shanghai without giving them a chance to be surprised.It was with great difficulty that Shanghai stabilized him, preventing Ningbo from falling headfirst into his arms.

"Shanghai!" Ningbo didn't care to be surprised that Nanjing was also there, and said hoarsely, "Hangzhou Bay...the Japanese landed from Hangzhou Bay!"

Shanghai was struck by lightning.The enemy army, which is far better equipped than them, did not break through from the frontal battlefield, but went around to the back?

"It's true!" Ningbo was also controlling his emotions, his voice and body trembling together, "You forgot about this! They blocked the coast overnight, and phone calls and telegrams didn't work, so I had to come directly to inform! Shanghai, what to do?"

Shanghai turned around and went back to the room, unfolding the map: "Most of the troops in the northern part of Hangzhou Bay have been transferred to the urban area, and many of them cannot be defended. Ningbo, can you see how many people there are?"

"At least three divisions, maybe, and Taiwan soldiers..."

"Ningbo," Nanjing interrupted them, "thank you for the information. Can you go to the third floor and stay for 5 minutes? We have something to discuss, just 5 minutes."

Ningbo hesitated, he was obviously unwilling.Nanjing has long heard that, looking across Hangzhou Bay and Shanghai, he has a special sense of responsibility for the safety of Shanghai.The silence passed, Ningbo nodded and exited the room.

After Ningbo left, Shanghai regained its sanity: "Hurry up and report to the chairman, transfer the troops back, and go to Songjiang and Jinshan!"

"...Japan has transferred all the troops supporting North China to you. They have suffered repeated defeats on the frontal battlefield, which is good. They have used heavy troops to raid the flanks."

"It's okay, it's okay if the coast is captured, it's still too late to send troops."

"Is it really in time?"

"It can't be done." Shanghai gritted his teeth. "Our casualties were four times theirs. If it was wasted because of an omission... I'm sorry for the 70 soldiers."

"Just an omission? No objective reason?"

"Of course it's an omission! How could they give up for an accident when they risked their lives so much!"

Looking at Shanghai's unwillingness and despair, Nanjing said sadly: "Three months ago, I never dreamed that you would care so much about ordinary people's lives and... dignity.

"I'm sorry, Shanghai, I'm sorry... that's enough..."

He abruptly grabbed Shanghai's collar and sealed his lips.It was an extremely deep and bloody kiss, with tongues intertwined, rubbing against teeth completely unequally, and blood streaked out of the corners of his mouth.Shanghai didn't feel the pain, he hugged each other and kissed back, not to be outdone, like despair next to despair, there was no other way out except to stimulate each other.Why do you have to apologize, he thought over and over again in the almost suffocating entanglement.Destiny has been intertwined, how can we be divided.Wrapped together, destroyed in one place, can't be untied.

wrong!

Shanghai pushed Nanjing away abruptly, staggered onto the desk, and stared at him in disbelief.He is drugged!

"You can't be a hero, Shanghai. This is not an accident. When you reach the limit, you can no longer stop the enemy."

The image of Nanjing is blurred in the field of vision.There was an exclamation at the door, probably Ningbo.Strange...how does he feel...there are still people...

"I know it's no use trying to persuade you, but I must protect you from unnecessary sacrifices—don't blame me. Shanghai, you are special. You must live on, proudly and unscathed , that's you."

In the haze, a cold liquid dripped on his face.Maybe, just an illusion...

The darkness came in like a tide and swallowed him.Shanghai slid along the table and fell to the ground.

Ningbo squatted beside him; Suzhou walked in and handed a box to Nanjing: "There are three boxes in total, according to your request."

"Thanks, I'm going to tell the army to retreat. Please, take care of him while he is unconscious."

"Naturally.... Community of destiny, is this the end?" Suzhou asked calmly, in a statement tone.

"What else? I can only cut it off."

"Alas." Suzhou took out a handkerchief and pressed it into Nanjing's palm, "Ling'er, wipe away your tears."

Outside, the sun flags are covering the sky and covering the sky, eating away the remaining blue sky.

The frost and wind were severe.

Tokyo reined in the horse and led the crowd to have a bird's-eye view of Sanjiang from Baoshan.In the urban area, the refugees fled to the public concession with their families. The crying of babies, the anxiousness of women calling for their husbands, and the deafening scolding of the police heralded the coming of looting.Tokyo is very satisfied.His military uniform is straight and stiff, and the subordinates behind him sing praises for him.

"Taipei!" He called out the young man accompanying him, "We have achieved fruitful victories?"

Taipei bowed its head habitually, and carefully worded: "Well, Shanghai was occupied without causing major casualties..."

Tokyo wasn't listening.He looked to the west and curled his lips: "In this way, he has no power to fight back."

Taipei's knees softened.

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Note 1: After learning about this figure in a certain documentary, I feel really sad for Chiang’s account==

Note 2: One of the ten scenic spots of the West Lake, according to the analysis of the same man in Hangzhou, it can be attacked or accepted~