At night, most of the shops lined up in the streets of Hankou's Third Special Zone are closed, but the brothels, opiums, restaurants, and restaurants are bustling with lights. This concession that was once barbarically occupied by the British Empire has returned to China since February 19th at the beginning of the year.
into the hands of the Chinese nation.
After the Northern Expeditionary Army captured Wuhan during the period of cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, the labor movement and patriotic movement led by the Communist Party swept through the three towns of Wuhan. Under siege day and night by hundreds of thousands of angry soldiers and civilians, the British colonists had no choice but to sign an agreement with the National Government to abolish Hankou.
After the Concession Treaty, the Nationalist Government immediately renamed the British Concession, which had the longest history and the largest area, into the Third Special Zone.
In the past few months, a large number of shops, companies, warehouses, schools and other entities run by Chinese people have moved into the Third Special Zone. Wuhan's originally most prosperous commercial district continues to maintain prosperity.
Before and after the split of Ninghan, it suffered from the economic blockade of European and American countries and the Nanjing government, and a large number of industrial and commercial enterprises in Wuchang, Hanyang and Hankou closed down. Only the Third Special Zone in Hankou still maintained its original scale, and foreign banks from various countries were still open. From the upper reaches of the Yangtze River,
Goods gathered from all over Central China were still loaded on ships at various docks in Hankou and shipped eastward. Groups of luxury goods from the West were still shipped in as usual, and the trade in small Japanese opium dens, large quantities of red pills, and guns and ammunition was still going on.
The busiest neighborhood in the northwest corner of the Third Special Zone is full of pedestrians. The telegraph and telephone office at the intersection of Hubei Street and Baoshun Road is brightly lit and still open for business. Turning across the street and heading east several tens of meters, on the second floor of the Baoshun Tea House facing the street, two
A businessman in a long robe and mandarin jacket was leisurely drinking tea and chatting. The tall businessman sitting on the east side touched his newly shaved head. He casually looked at the Taipei Trading Company diagonally across the street and asked in a low voice to the wealthy businessman opposite.
Said: "Isn't this Taipei our land too? When was it occupied by Little Japan?"
"I don't know that either. You read more books than me. If you don't understand, I will understand even less." The stocky man who replied was Li Fuqiang, the deputy of An Yi's special brigade. The person who asked the question was the brigade captain Ding Zhicheng. Li Fuqiang glanced at it.
The Japanese-run brothel next door to the Taipei Trading Company then sighed:
"As soon as the British left, Little Japan occupied half of the shops on this street. Even if they opened a kiba shop, we Chinese wouldn't be allowed in. All the people coming in and out were fucking Japanese women. All those women
It’s so fucking weird to wipe your face until it’s as pale as a corpse.”
Ding Zhicheng grinned: "Don't you understand this? Those short-legged Japanese women with mouths that sound like birds are called geisha. Haven't you seen those slutty women still pretending to be with fans in such a cold weather?
?That’s for dancing. Also, have you seen those Oriental women with little pillows tied to their backs...have you seen that? You must not know why every Oriental woman has a small pillow tied to her back!"
Li Fuqiang glanced at the Japanese prostitute across the street who was nodding and bowing to welcome the two Japanese sailors. After thinking for a while, he turned to Ding Zhicheng, who was drinking tea leisurely: "I really don't know if you don't tell me. Can you tell me?"
Ding Zhicheng raised his chin reservedly: "Haha! It doesn't hurt to tell you that all the Japanese women have such small pillows tied to their backs. The reason is that before and after the invention of the musket, a nationwide civil war broke out in Japan, and the fighting was terrible. Man
They were almost dead. What was left after the war didn’t look right! We didn’t even have the strength to do the hard work. If we continued, we might have no descendants! So their little emperor issued an edict, ordering all women in the country to ignore marriage.
If you don't get married and have a man, you must have children unconditionally, otherwise you will be beheaded. After this edict, all the Japanese women were anxious. In addition, after decades of war, all the men were almost dead, so they caught a man in a hurry.
I stripped naked and went to bed to ask for help. I didn’t care about the streets and alleys. No one would laugh at me anyway. I was afraid that I wouldn’t be pregnant and I would drag him down to do errands when I saw a man. After a long time, I became exhausted.
You have to take a break, just lie on the grass, but sleeping without a pillow is always uncomfortable. I don’t know who was the first to think of bringing a pillow. I always bring a pillow with me wherever I go, just in case. Other women look comfortable.
I followed this example, and over time every Japanese woman tied a pillow behind her back, and when she took off her clothes, she put the pillow under her head. This continues to this day and cannot be changed."
"This...can't be right? You, Old Ding, are making it up because of your eyesight, right?" Li Fuqiang opened his eyes wide.
Ding Zhicheng rolled his eyes at Li Fuqiang, picked up a fried peanut and threw it into his mouth: "I knew your eyes would widen when I said it. The boss was training with our top soldiers a while ago, and during the break, we chatted and told this allusion.
We were dubious, but the boss scolded us disdainfully for not having seen the world, and then asked us why all the surnames in little Japan were Tanaka, Matsushita, Takeshita, Watanabe, etc. It was because after giving birth to a child, the Japanese mother-in-law could not remember clearly.
Which man had sown a wild seed, so he called the child Tanaka when he remembered that he was working in the field, called him Yamashita when he remembered that he was at the foot of a mountain, and called him Watanabe when he remembered that he was doing work by the ferry. Later, the brothers thought about it carefully.
This is indeed the case, otherwise there would be no other explanation.”
Li Fuqiang was stunned for a long time, and finally nodded with relief: "It makes sense, our boss is not a mortal, he travels to a wide range of places, including people like Commander-in-Chief Chiang, Mr. Ou, and Mr. Kong, and down to the streets.
All the traders and soldiers in the border wilderness can tell him that he is proficient in writing books and making guns, and he is extremely intelligent and courageous, capable of literature and martial arts. He is definitely right when he says it. Alas... Grandma, this little Japan has wasted hundreds of years of learning from us in China.
I have learned nothing about etiquette except being brave, ruthless and greedy, and what I have done is even worse than an animal!"
"Okay, don't be sulky. In two or three hours, let's have some silly fun together." Ding Zhicheng picked up the empty teapot and shouted to the waiter for more tea. He took out a cigarette and gave it to Li Fuqiang, then lit the cigarette.
He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the smoke, his eyes half-open and half-closed but never stopped observing for a moment.
Just after ten o'clock at night, the cold wind of early winter blew up, blowing paper scraps and garbage on the street. There were not many people in the large area from He Street near the river to Fuchang Road in the downtown area. It was bustling.
The restaurants and shops on both sides of Baoshun Road were all closed and turned off, except for a few shops that still had their lights on. Even the telephone and telegraph office at the street corner was closed.
At the entrance of a Japanese brothel next to the Taipei Commercial House, seven Japanese Marine Corps officers and soldiers were all drunk until their tongues were shaking. They were bid farewell by the brothel proprietress and a group of Oriental prostitutes who nodded and bowed thoughtfully, and laughed loudly and very wildly.
They walked together to the east side of the river, apparently heading back to the military camp along the main road along the river.
This group of officers and soldiers who spoke freely walked to the former British Consulate at the intersection and turned north. For some reason, they stopped at the boundary intersection facing the Sixth Pier on the riverside. They pointed to the lamppost at the intersection and chattered non-stop, as if
It means that the street lights on both sides of the street were still on when we came here. Why are they not on now?
Just when this group of drunkards stopped shouting, three flat-bed rickshaws pushed out from the outer wall of Pier 6 slowly passed the middle of the road in front of the seven people. Each vehicle seemed to be quite heavily loaded, and one person was pulling four or five people.
Push, just in time to block the way of these seven unlucky guys. These seven Japanese soldiers had drunk a lot and were at their craziest moment. When they saw a group of lowly coolies, they didn't stop to let them go first, but slowly blocked the way.
Two of them were so angry that they grabbed the man and wanted to beat him up. Unexpectedly, the coolie who approached him was strangled by the neck as soon as he stretched out his hand, and then lost consciousness. The other five were confused and didn't see clearly what was going on.
They were captured separately by a group of big men who suddenly swarmed up. Without even a chance to shout, they were all put into large sacks and thrown onto a cart.
Across the street, a few beggars wearing rags and straw mats crowded into a dilapidated doorway looked at the three carts heading west in astonishment. They clicked their teeth together and were speechless. The old beggars couldn't even think about it.
Get up immediately, wake up your companions who are still sleeping and run south quickly, shouting loudly that the group of brothers who took the courage of a leopard just now dared to rob even the Japanese, and it will be strange if the whole city is not in chaos later, so leave as soon as possible
In this place of right and wrong, save your life.
The three carts crossed the Beijing-Hankou Railway and headed westward, turning into the woods next to the Six Nations Racecourse in the west before stopping. A group of brothers quickly dragged the seven stunned Japanese soldiers out of the sacks and quickly started fighting.
They were tied up under a big tree and their mouths were gagged with rags. Then all the valuables on the bodies of the seven Japanese soldiers were searched away.
Ding Zhicheng, dressed as a coolie, saw his brothers finishing their work, picked up a wooden stick as thick as an arm from the cart, and without hesitation smashed the two kneecaps of a Japanese sailor under the first tree, and then
One brother took the wooden stick from Ding Zhicheng's hand and walked to the next one in the same manner. Within a few minutes, he beat two commanders and three sailors until their kneecaps were shattered and they fainted from the pain.
Just when the two brothers were about to raise their wooden sticks to kill the last two Japanese lieutenants, a middle-sized brother quickly walked up and tried to take action. Speaking in standard Guilin dialect, he begged his grandfather to please his grandmother and took out her cigarettes.
The two brothers diligently spoke to each other and finally gained the right to execute him.
Although the two Japanese lieutenants who were tied to the big tree were scared out of their wits, when the three thugs in front of them lit matches and lit cigarettes, they clearly saw the revolution in the torn cotton-padded jackets of the two thugs who were less than half a meter away.
Wearing a military uniform, and clearly seeing the words "Seventh Army" on the white chest plate, the guy who lit the cigarette had a sinister smile on his face, took the wooden stick and pointed it at the two sides of the struggling Japanese officer.
A knee suddenly swung, and after two "snap" sounds, I was worried that it was not broken, and then hit it five or six times in a row until it made a crackling sound. Then I threw down the stick happily and caught up with him who had already walked out of the woods.
Companion, he didn't care about the life or death of the seven unlucky guys in the forest. This executioner who could speak Guilin dialect was none other than An Yi's current engineer battalion commander, Huang Hanqian, a senior brother from Huangpu in Guilin.
It was past 11 o'clock in the night, and the lights were still bright in the Japanese Marine Corps barracks at No. 26 Dahe Street in the Japanese Concession. It had been almost an hour since the lights were turned off, and the seven officers and soldiers who had been given a half-day holiday to go out to prostitutes were nowhere to be seen. This was the first time in a year.
This had never happened in a long time. The enemy Marine Major finally roared angrily, and more than 300 officers and soldiers, except for the first team who stayed behind to look after the house, all rushed out to search for him.
In less than ten minutes, the Japanese Concession Patrol Room, the Ministry of Industry Bureau, and the Expatriate Volunteer Team were mobilized. The streets and alleys of Hankou were filled with shouts and the sound of iron hooves. After receiving the urgent report, Cheng Qian, the commander of the Sixth Army, and Hu Zongduo, the commander of the Wuhan Garrison,
The Generals and Colonels of the Seventh Army Station in Hankou and the Political Department were so frightened that they gathered their troops and marched out of the camp. The whole city was on alert. The air was suddenly filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.
The eighteen instigators had already boarded the pre-prepared fishing boat and sailed down the river. When the first gunfire was heard from the direction of Hankou, the eighteen special operations elites had already landed on the south bank four kilometers downstream, facing the cold wind.
Lost his trace in the blink of an eye in the night.