Under the night sky, stars twinkled all over the sky, as if there were countless pairs of eyes staring at this topsy-turvy, violent and wanton world, as if there were gods in the sky.
But this is also the most chilling thing. If there is a God in the sky, and if God is really as omnipotent as people say, then why don’t you show up when your followers are being bullied?
Bah, bah, bah.
Miki walked out of the Railway Administration Office with the Japanese soldiers behind him. At the door were the vehicles that had been waiting for him. In front of him, several motorcycles turned on their lights. The first one had a pheasant neck on it; behind the motorcycle was another
Miki opened the door of the jeep and got into the passenger seat. As soon as he sat down, groups of Japanese soldiers walked out of the railway department and got on the last truck. For a moment, the soldiers pointed at them, and there was a wave of evil energy.
"Set off."
When Miki gave the order to set off, almost every Japanese knew where they were going. The sound coming from the city gate had panicked all the little Japanese in Beiliang. They had to arrive as soon as possible.
In this matter, as a soldier, being late every minute is considered a blasphemy against his profession.
The problem is, God does not bring what you want!
In the alley, a figure appeared in the place illuminated by the car lights.
He didn't have a weapon in his hand, let alone the spirit to charge into the battle formation. The rebellious silence in his body was about to burst out in his forbearance.
More than one.
A second person walked out of the alley. These ordinary people stood in front of the Japanese machine guns like zombies, letting the bright car lights shine.
The most amazing thing is that no one organized this event.
The third...the eleventh one, after a while, the entrance to the alley was already blocked by the figures of the people from Northern Manchuria. Some of these people didn't even have time to put on their clothes, so they put on their coats and stood in front of the Japanese soldiers.
Watching quietly.
"What are you going to do!"
Miki didn't speak at the beginning, but after seeing the crowd gathering, he stood up from the uncovered car, pointed at the crowd with white gloves and shouted.
One of them, a middle-aged man wearing glasses and a coat, asked: "Is it true?"
"What!"
He held up a piece of paper with a photo on it and asked the Japanese: "Is everything on this paper true?"
Miki swallowed.
He had seen this piece of paper before. Not only had he seen it, but he had also read it carefully. He didn't know much about the contents inside, but at this time, he said with certainty: "Of course this is a fake."
"What about the photos?"
The man in a long gown pointed to the photo and asked, "Where is the woman in the photo?"
Miki shouted: "This is a false accusation!"
"The purpose of the empire coming here is to develop the economy and to prosper together. That woman was specifically found to frame us. She is not a Northern Manchu at all." He could only talk nonsense, as if he had become a shirk of responsibility.
an instinct.
The man in the long gown smiled. He crumpled the paper in front of him into a ball little by little and threw it on the ground. The next second, he turned around and said to the crowd: "I am a teacher at Beiman No. 4 Junior High School.
Born and lived in Northern Manchuria for thirty-seven years."
"I have an older brother who left with the Japanese when he saw that they were recruiting miners at high wages. He left for seven years and has not come back to this day."
"That woman is my sister-in-law. Not long ago, she was troubled by the child and couldn't help it. She went to the address mentioned by her brother before he left. For no other reason than to take a look at someone, but after leaving the city, she never came back.
…”
At this time, he turned around and looked at Miki in front of him: "Now, my sister-in-law has become a tool specially used to frame the Japanese, so what are we?"
"Lamb to the slaughter!"
Miki stood motionless in the car, how could he know that such a scene would happen.
The man in the white coat took a step forward.
The people behind him stepped forward.
At the same time, almost all the Japanese soldiers instinctively raised their guns, and at the moment when they were waiting for the formation, they all aimed at Miki with their peripheral vision.
When the man in the white coat walked to the brightest position under the car lights, the man wearing glasses was covered in lights. At this time, he suddenly raised his arms and shouted: "Drive out the Japanese pirates! Give me back my home!!"
These words were shouted by the students on the march. At that time, every common person in northern Manchuria thought it was just a slogan. They chose to ignore the matter and chose silence.
They had seen this kind of behavior done by many patriots. Some of those people became corpses, and some were missing. At that time, these people felt that such people were tigers, and the affairs of their country, country, and world had always been done by princes.
When the generals and prime ministers decide, what do the common people say?
But today is different!
Nothing can be done the same...
Your family is probably waiting for the Japanese butcher's knife in the experiment, and your relatives may be starving in the mines. When your life and safety are completely controlled by the Japanese's joys and sorrows, the whole world will be in danger.
If there is no safe place, will you still endure it? Will you still remain silent?
A shout rippled through the small town. This kind of untrained parade was incomparable with professionalism. After a long time, even Miki felt that the Chinese people in front of him were not united and wanted to say a few words. There was anger all over the place.
The sound suddenly broke out.
"Drive out the Japanese pirates! Give me back my homeland."
At first, the sound was sparse and scattered, but then it became more neat and orderly, and more shocking every time. Finally, in this roar like a bell...
"Drive out the Japanese pirates! Give me back my home!"
"Drive out the Japanese pirates! Give me back my home!"
Boom...
Click!
The rumble of thunder made a muffled sound in the air, and the shrill lightning appeared immediately. Finally, it ended with the sound of explosion, and the sky shook with rage.
As the shouts appeared, more and more Chinese people gathered around the Railway Department. This group of Japanese soldiers was tightly surrounded. Except for the location of the vehicle, they had no place to step off when they got off the vehicle. Everything around them was
It's people.
"What do you want to do?"
"What are you going to do!"
Miki panicked. As a soldier who had actually participated in the war, he knew that if he aroused public anger in the crowd, firearms would have no effect at all.
But the man in the white coat was still approaching, and his body was already close to the jeep where Miki was.
"Drive out the Japanese pirates! Give me back my homeland!"
The teacher almost shouted this sentence from Miki's ear, but no one knew what to do next.
These people are the most ordinary people. They spontaneously took to the streets and gathered together today because of that flyer. They took all the things in these photos for you. If you don’t ask, you may not even know how you will die tomorrow.