Nine Songs of Anti-Japanese War

"Mr. Hu. We are late."

Shanghai knows, of course he knows.But Suzhou pointed it out so directly, it still felt cruel.

When it was not long before dawn, they escaped several Japanese patrols and arrived at the city gate.What they saw along the way was disgusting, far beyond their mental capacity.How could it fall so quickly, how could it be so terrifying... When passing by a pond, a pile of distorted corpses of people who had just been swept away by bullets were just two steps away.Some were probably defenders who retreated into the city after surrendering, and some were civilians who were randomly captured.If it is in summer, it should soon rot and stink.

Suzhou and Shanghai couldn't help covering their noses.When you see it frequently, you will gradually get used to it.Like the silk of fear and resentment being slowly pulled away, in the end, only the darkness with nothing left.

They simply threw off their defenses and went straight forward.The promise to Zhenjiang has come to naught, so why hide it.

There was a group of people at the city gate, and after seeing them, they kept walking in a queue.The leader was dressed in a very formal attire, and he was acquainted with both Shanghai and Suzhou.Suzhou stopped, and softly spoke his late conclusion.

Shanghai tightened his grip on the rein.A wandering Japanese soldier approached Suzhou maliciously, and Shanghai turned around and gave him a hard look.The officer leading the team also rushed over and stopped the soldiers.

"Blind?" He pointed at Shanghai, "This is the King of Shanghai!"

The soldiers showed a look of extreme fear, and fled away without daring to glance at Suzhou again.Shanghai didn't know whether to cry or laugh.The city had just fallen in January, and many areas had been turned into scorched earth, and he himself hadn't fully recovered from his weakness. So the "Magic City" is still an awe-inspiring existence...

He looked at the officer and said, "You are Nagoya."

The officer nodded and signaled them to ride their horses and follow.Just after entering the city, a little girl was dragged away by several soldiers in front of them.The woman who cried, "Please, she's only 12 years old" followed behind, and was impatiently kicked down by the soldiers with her knees and backed up.The little girl was so frightened that she even forgot to cry, and stared blankly at the woman getting farther and farther away from her.

Shanghai stopped.There are invading troops burning, killing and looting everywhere, and weeping is gradually weakening.He has just been baptized in the Battle of Songhu, and he is already used to seeing blood; but, it is another matter now...

Nagoya called out: "Mr. Shanghai, please follow!"

"..."

"His Majesty Tokyo wants to see you, please cooperate."

"Is this the nineteenth floor of hell..." Shanghai was surprised that his voice was so calm, "...you guys can really do it."

Nagoya watched the soldiers drag the girl into the house, and frowned slightly.

"I'm sorry." He said, "Hurry up, your former capital king is here."

Suzhou gasped for a long time.Shanghai met his gaze: it was a kind of insight into the truth, and a moist sorrow.

Tokyo.Some of the stories behind this name are somewhat rumored in Suzhou and Shanghai.

He should be considered young, because the man named "Edo" who was in charge of the same city before was not himself, but his father.On behalf of Japan, Edo first met Chang'an, the capital at that time, in the Tang Dynasty. After that, the two countries generally maintained a friendly relationship for hundreds of years.Since the invasion of Western powers, the situation has been turned upside down.Edo learned lessons and worked hard to govern, but collapsed shortly after the Meiji Restoration.Tokyo, which inherited his foundation, chose to tear itself apart from Beijing without hesitation and step into the road of great powers.

For the owner of a thriving city, death is a strange thing.Edo's cause of death is a mystery, and Tokyo himself avoids it.

The Tokyo that Shanghai has seen on various diplomatic occasions is basically restrained and cautious.During the reunification celebration of the Republic of China ten years ago, Tokyo had been rude to Beijing and Nanjing, and this was the only time.However, this does not prevent Shanghai from having its own interpretation of what Tokyo has done.Especially when he finally faces Tokyo, who has removed his mask of humility.

His smile was cheerful and cruel, shining with the light of naked desire.On the top floor of the embassy, ​​Shanghai and him looked at each other in the small room.Suzhou was stopped outside and accompanied by Nagoya, and only Shanghai came in.Half a minute later, Tokyo turned sideways, and the silhouette of a person appeared behind him.

Nanjing leaned against the foot of the bed and sat on the floor.His wrists and cheeks were scratched, his lips were black and blue from the cold, and his eyes were still clear.He seemed to want to stand up, but he could only prop up his upper body a little.

From the last time, the figure of Nanjing I remembered before sinking into the darkness, to this moment...why, there is no time to say a word?

"I don't want to say something after a touching meeting?" Tokyo leaned against the wall, his eyes swept back and forth between the two.

Shanghai said nonchalantly, "What are your plans?"

Tokyo just smiled playfully, but Nanjing bit his lip as if being stung. "You're doing it all wrong..." he said to Tokyo, his voice hoarse and weak, "it won't do you any good."

Tokyo ignored it.Facing Shanghai, he suddenly lifted a corner of his clothes.The abdomen under the clothes was wrapped in layers of bandages, but there was no blood oozing out, and he himself didn't care.

"I admire Mr. Nanjing," he said, "after all, he is the capital, so weak that he still has the guts to assassinate. It's a pity that this level of poison can't kill me—my city is protected by the wise emperor, and it is extremely prosperous. No matter how drastic the method is, it won't do much for me. Is it too scary to do it knowingly?"

Tokyo drew his sword out of its sheath and slashed at Nanjing.Shanghai strangled the exclamation in his throat.The white light flashed across, tearing apart the military uniform on Nanjing's body, and also drew a bloody mouth.

"Afraid of being seen humiliated, afraid of causing an eternal nightmare to Mr. Shanghai, afraid of many, many..." Tokyo said slowly, one knife after another in his hand. "However, there are some words, if you gently persuade Mr. Shanghai, he will definitely not listen. You can only persuade him with actions. Tell me, what should I do?"

Tokyo grabbed Nanjing's hair and pulled it tighter and tighter.Nanjing coughed, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his face was pitiful.Tokyo glanced at the clothes that had turned into cloth strips, and showed a satisfied expression: "It seems that there are no daggers hidden in it."

"Stop!" Shanghai couldn't bear it anymore.How much he wanted to grab the bayonet and kill Tokyo, but that would be futile and would only arouse Tokyo's cruelty, "You...don't touch him!"

Tokyo turned his face away, and received Shanghai's eyes that wanted to cut him into pieces, cold hatred and fiery anger intertwined.

"Oh, this look is not very good." Tokyo said, "So, I must remind you with actions. What will happen if you resist me, just look at the former capital and the former capital king to understand."

"Ridiculous...you can soften your hands if you don't resist?!"

"If Mr. Nanjing doesn't do the stabbing, I intend to make him feel more comfortable... I've wanted you two for a long time. Listen up, Mr. Shanghai. You are already under my control, so don't use your extra brains. Don't rush to throw yourself into your arms, don't forget your identity. Otherwise——" Tokyo dragged Nanjing up, fell into the quilt, and pressed it, "You can continue to be companions here."

Nanjing struggled a few times and gave up within two seconds.He looked at Shanghai, that handsome and slender young man seemed like a phoenix whose wings had been broken, his pride disappeared without a trace, and he was so fragile that he could barely stand by leaning on the wall.Enduring the lingering pain on his body, Nanjing exhausted all his strength and said, "Don't be afraid...everything will pass..."

Shanghai did not cover his eyes and did not admit his weakness.The world collapsed into a pale white, and his consciousness was ups and downs alone in the cold waves.

He thought he had seen enough.Although life is not long, it is extremely rich: peaceful life in a fishing village, coping with encroachment by foreign powers, turbulent political struggles, prosperity and conspiracy in the social arena.He thought that the Battle of Songhu had already used the cruelty of war to fill up the remaining blank space for him—it was not until this time that it was completely overturned.

Outside the window, I don't know which church is billowing with thick smoke, and which international safety zone is easily washed away.The chaotic footsteps and heart-piercing screams penetrated the eardrums and pierced the heart.

This is a beautiful city like a big park.This guy is always clean.To be able to be... □□So far...

He has to remember.He must remember.Even if he can't stop, can't reprimand, can't take revenge freely, and can't help the person in front of him share the slightest pain.

Shanghai can't remember how many times Tokyo committed violence.He has been standing, watching, his hands and feet are numb.When Suzhou broke in, Tokyo let go of Nanjing, who seemed to have passed out, and had just fastened his belt.

Suzhou looked around the room and said, "Mr. Tokyo, you go out for a while, I have something to talk to Nanjing."

It turned out that Nanjing was still awake.Tokyo crossed his waist: "Beauty, what's the hurry, I haven't finished yet."

"get out!"

Wu Nong's soft language in Suzhou showed a very different explosive power from the past. It was truly decisive and no compromise was allowed.Tokyo probably felt that this little favor would not harm his purpose, so he really withdrew.Suzhou walked to the bed, took off his cloak and covered Nanjing, wiped the blood from his lips, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Nanjing took Suzhou's arm.Suzhou leaned down, talked in a low voice for a few words and then straightened up.

"He's really passed out now," Suzhou said with a sad smile to Shanghai, "Let's go."

Tokyo asked Nagoya to arrange for them to go back.Downstairs in the aisle, the two accidentally ran into Taipei.Taipei bit his lip slightly, nodded as a greeting, and stopped in the aisle to pass them.

They gradually drifted away, leaving the blood-weeping city far behind.Shanghai has been silent, trying to expel the numerous horror replays in his mind.The unbelievable trance subsided, and the pain of burning inside only sprouted.After a while, he asked, "What did you say?"

"I'll tell you. It won't be long."

"Will it get better?"

"Yes." Suzhou cried again, his tone was still gentle, and the words were scattered in the wind intermittently, "He has the ability to become whole easily, doesn't he? Even if he wants to... It's definitely not because of this reason..."

"It's really a lie and you don't blush."

Shanghai tore the newspapers into pieces and threw them into the blazing coal fire.The headline of the newspaper showed a smiling girl accepting an apple distributed by the occupying army, and the text explained how the capital of the enemy country was grateful to De Yunyun after our imperial army entered.

Shen Yang fiddled with the stick twice to make the fire burn hotter.Peiping pressed his ribs with one hand, and the steamed bun he held in the other hand was already cold.

It's the end of the year.The outbreak of the all-out war of resistance gave the Northeast Anti-Japanese Federation an opportunity, and their dealings with the government in Shenyang became much easier.Beiping entrusted Tianjin to play a cover, and took Shenyang and Harbin to Beiping City for the New Year—although Beiping could no longer live in its own house openly, and it became the office building of the puppet government.

As for Shanghai, it is not surprising that it shuttles between the enemy and us with multiple smoke screens.

Shen Yang twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly: "Look. The newspapers of Manchukuo praise the great imperial army more enthusiastically than their own country..."

"No, it's like the roundworm in the stomach of the Japanese." Tianjin said, "'Victory', 'Great Victory', 'Long Live the Emperor'... They should be happy to surrender to the enemy and make a wise decision so early. Forget it in Hangzhou, Jinan is also ...to fall too easily."

A young man's voice came from the other wall: "This is a bad command. Brother Jinan is dragged down by his superiors, otherwise he wouldn't fall into the enemy's hands so easily."

Peiping threw away the momos.He removed the trap on the wall, revealing a crack in the door: "Xuzhou! Did you come here smoothly?"

Xu Zhou shook off the snow and dust on his straw coir raincoat, brushed away his wet hair and went into the room: "Well, brother Tianjin arranged pretty well, and there was no trouble. Don't worry too much—brother Jinan's boss has been shot by the central government. From now on, no one will dare to take the lost land as a trifling matter."

"Shoot?" Beiping was a little surprised, "The action was really fast. Is that the one who shouted 'If you don't guard Nanjing, why guard Jinan'?"

Shanghai sneered: "Who else can do it. It deserves it."

Xuzhou nodded.Shen Yang looked at Shanghai strangely, and then realized that something was wrong with Beiping. He said, "I'm behind in the news. Do any of you know what happened to Nanjing? I heard that the death toll in his city cannot be counted. He himself..."

"You know enough." Shanghai said lightly.

"What the hell?" Shen Yang was naturally straight-tempered, "You're so weird, why are you doing this to your own people?"

"Don't talk about it, okay?" Beiping sighed and stopped the two of them, "Xuzhou just came here. Xuzhou, is your side important? Most of your Shandong family has fallen, and you have to deal with two groups of enemies at the same time. .”

"Yes, one came down from Jinan, and the other went north from Nanjing to join forces on my territory. If they succeed, Wuhan will be in danger."

Xuzhou brushed off the last flake of snow and watched it turn into a wisp of steam amidst the charcoal fire. "It's okay, I'll make it up for Brother Jinan. How can you call yourself home without a country? I won't back down even if I'm bloodied... The devils occupied Shandong without seeing the strength of the Shandong people. Isn't it a loss?"

Shanghai smiled, and unexpectedly met Peiping's eyes with the same expression.He was slightly taken aback, and lowered his eyes.

It was through him that Peiping learned the truth.

Tokyo was very talkative that day and was extremely vicious towards Nanjing, but it didn't have the guts to force Shanghai to submit for a while.Shanghai returned to the city and continued to run his concession to keep busy with his business.In less than half a month, he threw off his eyeliner in Tokyo and came to Chongqing in secret.

After listening to Shanghai's report on the enemy-occupied areas in East China, people didn't bother to pursue what he concealed and failed to report.Chengdu has to go back to the hinterland of Sichuan to develop the military academy, and can no longer stay; Chongqing and the people who escaped by chance are faced with various affairs, and Tokyo's bombing against him.Shanghai enjoys a leisurely time, and at night I lean on the pavilion alone, thinking about the time when the two families in Jiangsu and Zhejiang played Pingtan and listened to Yue opera.

Peiping walked into his room that night.

"It's too clean here." Peiping said, "like your style."

"I didn't do the cleaning. Brother Peiping visits at night, what's your business?"

Peiping took two steps forward.Shanghai still sat still, staring at the desolate scenery in the courtyard.The moonlight fell on his long eyelashes, and slid across without a sound, fully revealing the innate indifference.Peiping felt a pain in his heart.He is not a sensitive person, but he often has an accurate grasp of people's hearts like a sixth sense.Shanghai's tone shouldn't be so aggressive, unless it hurts deeply.

"You met Nanjing, after he was detained."

"You actually know this?"

"I also have my own intelligence network."

"Unfortunately, you are not as good as me in this aspect." Shanghai turned his face and smiled, "It can only stop here, can't it? Those who want to inquire the most, those who are most concerned, have no choice but to condescend to beg me. Um?"

Bei Ping said calmly: "Your status is higher than mine, there is no condescension. Shanghai, I don't want to beat around the bush. Tell me, what did Tokyo do? What did you see?"

Shanghai suddenly stood up: "I'm too tired today, I have to go to sleep. Brother Peiping also..."

Beiping pulled across Shanghai and pressed to the door.It took considerable effort, but Shanghai didn't frown. "Tell me." Beiping murmured, "I can bear it..."

Shanghai held its breath.That was the man he admired, with gloomy black eyes and outstanding temperament, even if the scenery was no longer there, he still had his unique strength, which made people admire and yearn for him sincerely.He felt pain, a dull pain that diffused from the internal organs. "Since you have guessed it all, why ask me and ask for guilt?" He said softly, as if whispering, "Okay, I'll tell you, I'll tell you...don't try to escape, don't even try to cover your ears! I've watched the whole thing , you have no right to be weak!"

Shanghai repeated it in a hysterical tone, and Peiping's hand on his shoulder slowly relaxed.He lowered his head, sculpturally.After Shanghai finished speaking, he is still like this.

"Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want to vomit? Do you want to cry? If you want to cry, get out of your room and stay away from me! I can bear it all, and keep it in my heart... You are a man who is powerless and only hypocritical after the fact..."

Shanghai's tone gradually slowed down, ending with an elegant smile.With a flick of his arm, he broke free from Peiping.

"Your strength is stronger than I imagined." Beiping raised his head.There was a slight tremor at the end of the sentence, but overall it was calm.

"You underestimated."

"Shanghai... you have suffered."

Shanghai looked at Peiping in surprise.That gaze was so sincere, it was hard to believe that it belonged to someone who had been an emperor for too many dynasties.He was suddenly very powerless, and he just wanted to grab Peiping and tell him that he was very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.And, even though Nanjing had told him not to be afraid, the fear could not be eradicated...but he didn't move.

Beiping took half a step back, and said again: "Tokyo uses Nanjing to restrain you. From now on, it will be very difficult for you to stretch your arms and legs."

"It's okay, I'll come here this time."

"It won't work in the long run, you must protect yourself seriously..."

"I want revenge. This is the meaning of my life now. Self-preservation is just the bottom line. One day, I will make Tokyo regret it."

"It's not realistic to have the best of both worlds."

"I can. What about you, what are you going to do?"

"Think about how to rescue him."

"It's less realistic than me."

Peiping didn't mind Shanghai's ridicule. "There will always be a way," he said, "but, I have a bad feeling..."

According to their calculations in Tokyo, China's puppet capital cannot always be located in Beiping, and sooner or later it will have to be moved to Nanjing.

So in late March of this year, while the tug-of-war was going on on the Xuzhou battlefield, Nanjing was arranged to go to the northeast to have a meeting with "Xinjing", the capital of the puppet Manchukuo.Tokyo hopes that "Xinjing" can persuade Nanjing to serve as the head of the puppet government.

Tokyo must admit that Nanjing's life is still useful to him.

Accompanying him was Taipei. He was quite uncomfortable with the cold spring in the north along the way, but he also saw the scenery different from his hometown.By the time of the conversation, only Changchun and Nanjing were left in the same room.

Changchun saw the red marks on Nanjing's cheeks that could not be concealed, which were proved by rape; Nanjing also saw Changchun's pale and thin appearance, the external manifestation of the suffering of the spirit.They sat opposite each other in a peaceful atmosphere.

Changchun spoke first: "Nanjing...Young Master, you don't have to be polite. They are very relieved of me, there is no monitoring here."

"Then, can I call you Changchun? It's much more beautiful than 'Xinjing'."

"Of course, you should call it that."

Changchun felt that only Nanjing could understand him most deeply at this moment, so he took off his mask and talked and laughed freely.Nanjing, on the other hand, appropriately shows the calmness of the elders and their concern for their compatriots.The two of them were talking gossip, even if it was sent to the Japanese to monitor, it would be of no benefit.

How the guerrillas in Shenyang are tossing and turning in the mountains; how Dalian is supporting the harbor; what the people in Mongolia are doing...

It was not until we were about to say goodbye that Nanjing said, "Thank you, Changchun. I have confirmed one thing, so I can rest assured."

"confirm?"

"Shenyang always likes to praise you like a flower. So I don't think people will become so suddenly... Now it seems that although it is hard and dangerous, it really fits your personality."

"Oh, brother, he... made you laugh. When you say peace of mind, do you mean?"

"I can't be you, Changchun. I don't have the qualifications, and I don't have the ability... I don't have the face to be the king of a capital like this who makes big smokers into good citizens and whitewashes the massacres of the invading army."

Changchun guessed it right: "Don't say that! Puppets can also play a positive role..."

"Impossible. Tokyo can trust you, but it will never trust me. Now, I am held in his hands and restrained by Shanghai. Shanghai is restricted everywhere and frightened at every step. He is not afraid of the wolves outside, but the Trapped in shackles."

"...You really care about Shanghai."

"He's a very good young man. Although, it's a little bit off from that kind of 'care'."

"Uh?"

"Anyway," Nanjing left the seat, with a tired expression and a trance smile, "I have dragged many people down, and I can't make mistakes again. As long as the city exists, it will always come back, right? Beiping only has memories after the Han Dynasty, probably he . . . I'm just following in his footsteps."

"But... if you lose your memory, it will be a very heavy loss for you, right?"

"Oh. In theory, it's a soul, God knows..." Nanjing shrugged, "Whether the latter guy will forget a lot of things, lose a lot of feelings, and become weird in character, I can't control it."

"You're not going to be like that. Really, have to be?"

"This must be done."

"...Then, do you want me to ask Lord Jilin to take the news out?"

"Please, let everyone relax as soon as possible." Nanjing opened the curtains, and the cold streets with snow-capped peaks came into view, "Your city is beautiful, but spring comes too late, it's already March and it's still so cold... "

"Spring will come soon," Changchun said. "There are several strong winds every year, and the flowers and trees in the city sprout like crazy. The stronger the wind, the more beautiful the flowers bloom. Sometimes snowflakes fly in April. , the snowflakes are rushing in the wind, and the white snow is pressing on the newly opened red apricot blossoms. Our brothers like to gather together to watch..."

Nanjing's tone was amazed: "So beautiful?"

Changchun smiled, clear and clear, the eyes under the lens shone with joy, like a real young man, the owner of a city that is not yet a hundred years old.

"Yes. There are also cloves, which will fill the whole city with fragrance..."

Nanjing and Taipei sat on the car back to the presidential palace.

"Have you considered it?" Taipei asked in a dilemma, "After meeting the king of the capital of Manchuria."

Although Taipei and its brothers and sisters have been taken over by Tokyo for half a century, they still have affection for the motherland.Coming to Tokyo, I was really forced and helpless.On the other hand, he didn't want to see Nanjing resist and be tortured again.

"I'll answer Tokyo in a moment. Taipei," Nanjing suddenly changed the subject, "When did we meet for the first time?"

"It seems to be the Three Kingdoms, the island that Wu sent a boat to... I can't remember exactly..."

The car stopped and stopped in front of the gate of the mansion.

Nanjing tidies up the skirts for Taipei. "You still look like a teenager. But, after all, you've grown up a lot..."

Taipei was at a loss.Nanjing stepped out of the car, and happened to meet Tokyo who was overlooking him from the top of the steps.With a pure smile, he took out a silver needle from between his teeth, and drew each one to the length of a sewing needle.Reflecting the sun, it is extremely dazzling.

"Go on, don't look back."

After the Xi'an Incident, Luoyang once told them this.Thinking back thousands of years, he has hurt many people who shouldn't be hurt, and made many mistakes that could have been avoided, but at the end of his life, he has no regrets about this decision at all.

There will be no chance to regret it.

"Tokyo, I'll give you the answer."

Tokyo's complexion changed drastically, and he angrily scolded Taipei for stopping him immediately, but it was too late.Nanjing raised the silver needle and pierced it into the heart.The poison spread rapidly, flowing through the whole body with the blood.It can't kill Tokyo for the time being, but it's enough to deal with him, a half-dead man.

Tokyo, you won't have the last laugh.

If you insult my body, I don’t want it; if you kill my family, you will definitely arouse endless resentment; if you bomb Chongqing, you will be returned several times in the future.No city will be prosperous forever, and no human being will be strong forever.That knife is soaked with the most vicious curse, the most steadfast oath, lurking in your body, waiting to tear you from the depths...

In the south of the Yangtze River in spring, it is clear and hazy.

Peking... No, Yan.How much I want to see you again.

Suzhou, Xi'an, Beiping, Shanghai.The voices and faces of important people in life flashed one by one in the void.

I hope you remember this me.

do not.We say goodbye.

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The end of the first stage of the War of Resistance...

It's time for Mr. Shanghai's weakness to be released.I was in an inexplicably good mood after I wrote it, and the first decent Beijing-Shanghai rivalry was successfully produced... Once the Nanjing students quit the triangle, it was much more convenient for them to be ambiguous. (Nanjing: == Anti-Japanese War Chapter I haven’t had a Jingning opponent yet!) However, we have a premonition that Beiping will become more popular, especially after Moscow’s official appearance The difference... Then, please look forward to the battle between Taierzhuang and Wuhan and the aura of the remaining two male protagonists.