This piece of black soil is fertile for thousands of miles, accumulating thousands of years of dust and history, and no one can replace that kind of certainty and heaviness. The snow in winter gives this accumulation an extraordinary temperament. As soon as the Spring Festival passed, it was early spring, but she didn't have the slightest chance to show her face here, the snow still covered the whole land, and the feeling of being impermeable to the wind had a sense of being protected and wrapped. The snow was so thick that there was not even a creaking sound when you stepped on it, only a muffled echo that lingered for a long time......

The big battle in Xie Jingju's mouth finally started here, in the northeast under the heavy snow. The rumbling sound of cannons tore through the silence, and the earth, which was closely guarded by snow, was easily painted with a new color—red. Originally, such a color should be enthusiastic and unrestrained, but now only misery and desolation remain.

On this day, Zhang Shuzhou made an appointment with a few people to listen to the commentary, and the stage happened to say that when Luo Tong swept the north, the storyteller's mouth was foaming at the mouth with the sound of "da-da-da" horses' hooves.

At this time, a soldier hurriedly ran in and muttered a few words in Zhang Shuzhou's ear, and saw that his face suddenly collapsed, but he still restrained his expression, suppressed his breathing, and stood up calmly and strode out of the theater.

Although the entourage did not know what to do, they all hurried to keep up with the footsteps of Zhang Shuzhou, and did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and only when they returned to the headquarters did they know that there was an accident in the northeast.

A crack was torn open, like a small opening of a silk horse by scissors, and then there was a stabbing sound, which could not be stopped. Then came the invasion on a larger scale, burning and looting wherever it went, in accordance with all the acts of the invaders, and the weeping of the whole nation resounded throughout the land......

What the flames of war can bring are bloody slaughter, crazy plunder, everything that can be imagined and what cannot be predicted, all in the eyes of the world, jaw-dropping.

The Japanese are glad that they have done so with great pride to show off the human tragedy that their iron hooves trampled on this ancient country, which was once their master.

Jiang Xiaoquan couldn't even believe that the Japanese could really attack China, and the warlords of all factions were a little confused for a while, and they all had no clear goal of where to go. It's been too long to be scattered, and I don't even know how to unite against foreign enemies.

Rao Yin of the Hubei Department had just discovered the Japanese warships in the Yangtze River valley in Hubei, and he was the first to open fire, and he had a hand-to-hand encounter with the Japanese warships unceremoniously. It was not the first time that Han Dexi in Shandong had dealt with the Japanese, Qingdao was basically under the jurisdiction of the Japanese at that time, and he was accustomed to turning a blind eye to the acre and thirds of the land as his soil emperor.

As for the others, although they didn't want to be bullied, they all stared at Jiang Xiaoquan's posture, afraid that their side would really fight with the Japanese, in case Jiang Xiaoquan took the opportunity to get a profit.

So they secretly restrained each other, and although everyone was annoyed with the Japanese, they were tied hand and foot and did not dare to act rashly.

However, Lu Xianglong was quite simple, the march and strike were suppressed here, and the Shanghai garrison was immediately integrated on the other side, the port was tightly sealed, and even fortifications were built in the city, and machine guns were set up.

Originally, there were old units under Qi Yu in the army that stayed in Shanghai, because Qi Yu left office, some were transferred, some were dismissed, and naturally some were stayed. Lu Xianglong is a smart man, he has always been kind to others, so the relationship with these old Shanghai military departments is not so tense, he knows that these old departments know Shanghai better than him, and it is naturally easier to control Shanghai, including the Japanese in Shanghai.

Seeing what the Japanese were doing in other places, Lu Xianglong knew that their covetousness of Shanghai was not far off.

The official start of the battle is naturally known to the whole world, like the spread of the plague, from the south to the north, from the west to the east, the long-term economic depression has plunged the whole world into a miasma-filled environment, negative and sluggish, erosive and decadent, only the war can quickly make this tiredness disappear.

Bloodlust can make people feel refreshed and full of fighting spirit. War is the best way to awaken the bloodthirsty instinct. So a lot of countries joined in, and they all went crazy......

Qi Yu naturally knew about the attack on the Northeast Army, and at that time, he slapped the pen on the desk, and the ink splashed everywhere, flying out of pitch black, covering all the lead words on the newspaper.

Shao Zhen hurriedly twisted the rag and came over to wipe up the mess on the desk, and at the same time comforted, "Young marshal, don't be angry, it's not worth it to be angry." ”

"If Zhang Yanzhi was alive, how could he let the Japanese be so rampant in the Northeast? Zhang Shuzhou, this kid, how did I explain to him when he left from the United States? Don't cooperate with the Japanese, he is obedient and didn't cooperate, but he is busy going back to fight for power and profit with those old and young people of the Northeast Army, so he can't prevent the Japanese from committing a black hand?!"

"After all, he is still young, and he has just returned to China and has not yet stood firm, so it is inevitable that he will ......" Shao Zhen's original intention was not to exonerate Zhang Shuzhou, his original intention was to persuade Qi Yu not to be angry.

"Just for that little power, fight to the death?!" Qi Yu was not in the mood to understand Shao Zhen's painstaking efforts, and still wanted to shout out his inner dissatisfaction.

Shao Zhen was helpless, so he could only shut up and let him vent his temper. In fact, Shao Zhen himself was not angry.

Allowing a small island country to run rampant in its own country will not be comfortable.

"Come, look at this map, if the Japanese attack Shanghai, the navy logs in from Wusongkou, our warships should be fortified here, in case they can't be stopped, enter the street battle, this is the first place to build an attack and defense......"

Qi Yu spread the entire map of Shanghai on the table, threw Shao Zhen a pen, and the two of them just lay on the huge desk and began to study the battle map.

"Missing a sand table. Qi Yu's red pen was about to fill the entire map, but he still couldn't finish it. He hadn't been on the battlefield for many years, and it would be a misnomer to say that the sword was not old at his age. But at home, it is not a pity to hide all the sharp spears and blades that once galloped on the field, and when they are not used? Who can understand the sorrow of that kind of ambition that is difficult to pay.

"General...... Empty old ...... Yumen Pass ......"

"Ke Shen, what are you talking about? Say it again, I didn't hear clearly, speak slowly, not in a hurry. ”

"General, general, general...... Empty old jade gate ......"

Fu Hanqiu lay next to Su Chunyan's wheelchair and listened for a long time, but he didn't hear what he was talking about, so he had to use the old way to find a bunch of pieces of paper with good words and let him pick them out one by one with his hands, but just such a poem, "General Empty Old Yumen Pass" What Su Chunyan meant, Fu Hanqiu really couldn't understand.

Thinking back to it, she was standing in the open space outside Qi Yu's study with Su Chunyan in her push, and what she could see was Qi Yu and Shao Zhen lying on the table looking at the map.

Fu Hanqiu suddenly realized and asked, "Keshen, do you want to return to China?"

Su Chunyan nodded effortlessly, pointed to the paper and pen on the table, Fu Hanqiu pushed him to the table, and watched him write on the paper with difficulty but stubbornness, the crooked handwriting has long been out of shape, some even scratched the paper, and some are just faint, many words look like a ghost drawing, and the context is connected together to guess a rough idea.

When Su Chunyan finished writing these words with great effort, the whole person was so tired that he sat motionless in a wheelchair and fainted.

Looking at the sleeping Su Chunyan, Fu Hanqiu sighed deeply, all his life and aftermath were entrusted to this square inch of white paper.