In a slightly dilapidated cave dwelling, an oil lamp was lit.
The small cave dwelling was very lively.
Patriotic young people from all over the world are having heated discussions.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on a man who was making an impassioned speech.
"What is a wogong? A small country!"
"Since the Han and Tang Dynasties, the Japanese country has been crawling at the feet of China."
"We, the Chinese, have been generous to this small country since ancient times, but the hungry wolves on the other side have never been grateful and have always coveted our country."
"Yes, it is this small country that is now trying to swallow up the elephant and invade our ancient country."
"Kill my compatriots, occupy my land, and make my Chinese people their slaves for generations to come!"
"Comrades, our ancient Chinese country has the beauty of five thousand years of military uniforms and the inheritance of Yan and Huang, which has never been cut off for thousands of years!"
"It didn't happen before, it won't happen now, and it won't happen in the future!"
"The great China has gone through ups and downs and never fell!"
Fang Muheng waved his arm vigorously, "Fight, comrades, compatriots, use the blood of our generation to create the unlimited freedom and independence of China's future!"
"The great China will never fall!"
Whoa whoosh!
A burst of warm applause broke out.
"Well said, Mu Heng!"
"Down with Japanese imperialism!"
"Drive out the Japanese invaders!"
"Give me back my mountains and rivers!"
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
A young student wearing a blue gown pushed open the door and came in, "Mu Heng, someone is looking for you."
"Everyone, go on, I'll be right back." Fang Muheng put down his speech, said hello to everyone, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and went out.
…
As soon as he went out, he saw a very beautiful woman wearing a red military uniform with short ear-length hair standing there.
Fang Muheng was stunned and rubbed his eyes.
"Peony?" he asked in surprise.
"Brother." Cheng Min looked at Fang Muheng and smiled.
"Shaoyao, is it really you?" Fang Muheng was shocked. Late at night in the 20th year of the Republic of China, his eldest sister Shaoyao and her brother-in-law Xiong Jiahua disappeared, and there was no news from them.
He later inquired in many places but found no definite information.
Later there were rumors that the two men were killed by state agents and their bodies were thrown into the Huangpu River.
The entire Fang family was extremely sad and thought that the two of them were no longer alive.
Every time Fang Muheng recalled it, he felt extremely sad.
Unexpectedly, Shaoyao was still alive. He was shocked and happy.
"Brother, it's me, I'm still alive." Cheng Min had tears in his eyes.
"Great, great." Fang Muheng cheered happily and hugged his sister.
"Where's the brother-in-law? Is he okay?" Fang Muheng only saw his sister, not his brother-in-law Xiong Jiahua, and asked happily and worriedly.
"Jiahua is doing well, too, in Yanzhou," Cheng Min said.
"Okay, okay, great." Fang Muheng was so excited that he couldn't speak.
"By the way, brother, my name is Cheng Min now." Cheng Min said.
"Cheng Min?" Fang Muheng was stunned for a moment, looked at his sister, and nodded, "Okay, Uncle Cheng, Aunt Su should be happy to know that she knows."
After a pause, he sighed, "Uncle Cheng is so happy to have a daughter. You are different. You are different from that guy Cheng Qianfan who betrayed his country and sought glory."
"Brother, what's wrong with him?" Cheng Min blinked and asked in surprise.
"Well, you should know that he is your brother after all." Fang Muheng nodded.
The two came to sit on the stone bench in the yard.
"Cheng Qianfan entered the patrol room of the French Concession and became a patrolman." Fang Muheng said, "If he just works as a patrolman to make a living, that's fine, it's just..."
He looked at Cheng Min with a heavy expression on his face, "As far as I know, Cheng Qianfan is a great person, greedy for money and lust, and extremely hates the revolution. He is a completely black-hearted policeman."
Cheng Min opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.
She had been worried about the life safety of her younger brother who was working as a lurker before, but now she realized that compared with her life safety, the most uncomfortable thing was that her younger brother had to suffer from so many misunderstandings.
My younger brother has been enthusiastic, cheerful, and kind since he was a child. He can sing, dance, play the accordion, draw, and speak well.
This is her extremely outstanding brother.
…
Shanghai.
Xiafei Road.
The night is as dark as ink.
Cheng Qianfan was standing by the window on the second floor. He was dressed in bunting attire, with a horse card stuck in his waist and playing with a German M4 grenade in his hand.
Hao Zai held a Mauser pistol in his hand and stood beside him silently and alertly.
Looking out from the window on the second floor, you can just see the herbal medicine shop.
The drug store has been closed.
"Let's do it." Cheng Qianfan said softly.
Hao Zai picked up the flashlight on the table, covered it with his hand, and turned it on and off three times in a row.
At the door of the herbal medicine shop, two men came to the door quietly and knocked on the door of the medicine shop.
"Shopkeeper, shopkeeper, open the door." Jiang Mulie cried.
"What are you doing?" a voice came from inside the room.
"Shopkeeper, my family is sick and I'm here to get some medicine. Please open the door."
"It's closed, come tomorrow morning."
"Shopkeeper, please help me." Jiang Mulie sobbed, "I will kneel down for you."
Jiang Laosan pinched his nose and cried, crying in a feminine voice, "Dad, is mom going to die?"
"I said you don't understand human language? If you are sick, go to the clinic." The people inside were a little impatient.
The lights are on in the shop.
Jiang Mulezi gestured to Jiang Laosi beside him, "Come here."
…
"Okay, okay, I really can't get sick at home." Jiang Mulezi continued to knock on the door.
There was the sound of the door latch being pulled open.
With a creak, the door was opened.
A pharmacy clerk yawned and cursed, "The ghost is calling, I promised you tomorrow morning..."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and looked at the kneeling Jiang Mule.
In an instant, Jiang Luozi stood up suddenly and ran into the opponent's arms. The dagger in his hand puffed three times in a row.
Almost at the same time, Jiang Laosan rushed up from the side, hugged the person, and covered his mouth.
The drug store clerk's mouth was covered and he made a whining sound, and soon there was no movement at all.
The two of them entered the shop, placed the boy's body on the ground, and closed the shop door.
…
"What are you arguing about?" A shirtless man wearing big pants came out with a yawn. When he saw this scene, his eyes widened instantly.
Just shout a warning loudly.
puff!
Jiang Laosan rushed forward, inserted a dagger into the opponent's throat, and covered the opponent's mouth at the same time.
Then he saw a man with a gun behind him.
He immediately pushed the body forward.
Snapped!
There was a gunshot.
Bullets hit the body.
"Mother side." Jiang Mulezi cursed, pulled out a gun from his body, and shot the man three times, killing him.
The sound of gunfire broke the quiet night.
…
The backyard of the drug store.
Huang San was awakened by the sound of gunshots and quickly got up from the bed.
He took out a Southern pistol directly from the bedside table drawer.
"Murai-kun, leave quickly, the Chinese are coming." One of his subordinates rushed into the room and shouted in panic.