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looked at Ni Feijun in the crook of his arm and fell asleep. He Yaozu couldn't close his sour eyes for a long time.

Wife's words before going to bed. He was more and more confused. And yet he had to admit it. What the wife says is true. As the chief director of the Military Command Bureau. Although it is only nominal. By virtue of his position, he had far more information than most people of his time. In those messages. He can clearly see the level of support he has in society as a whole. It was far stronger than what Ni Feijun said before going to bed just now. In some special people. It is already possible to keep pace with the Kuomintang . There is even a faint trend of latecomers taking over.

What the hell is the reason for this.

Two former prime ministers' wives. The husband of one of them was the founder of the Republic of China. The husband of the other was the soul of the Guangdong National Government. By common sense. They should be closer to the Kuomintang. How can you become a staunch ally and supporter of **.

There are so many Xinhai veterans, social elites, famous scholars, and successful businessmen. From the point of view of status and family background. These people should have hated the idea of **. Why are they also standing on the ** side? Or shout for ** in the bright. Or secretly send money and materials to the guerrilla areas of the Eighth Route Army.

And also. And also. Those who are studying in colleges and universities. The little clerks who are working in the foreign firm. Those who are well-educated and well-to-do young people. Why do they mention ** with admiration. Why do you know that the road ahead is dangerous. It is also necessary to leave the wings of the family without hesitation. Without hesitation, he walked towards northern Shaanxi and Yan'an...

If they say that their minds are not clear, they are blinded by **. That **'s bewitching skills are too powerful. To know. Those who are the most active supporters in society. It's not the illiterate coolies on the docks. They are knowledgeable, learned, and mentally firmer than the average person. They are intelligent, alert, independent, and sober. By no means easily become a captive of a few political slogans and propaganda lies. They are located in every organ of the national government. They are the flesh and skin of the national government. If a person loses even flesh and skin. Isn't he just a walking skeleton? Under the scorching sun and torrential rain. A skeleton with no flesh and no flesh and an incomplete soul. How long can it last..

These are confused. In China in 1938. Not only tortured He Yaozu. It also tormented many sober people in the upper echelons of the government of the Republic of China.

These are confused. Not only in the upper echelons of the government of the Republic of China. It also exists in the military, universities, trading houses and factories.

This is a perplexity that belongs to the whole era. Countless theorists and professors who are wary of ** theory. Gray hair. Pulled off his beard. But I couldn't find out.

This confusion has haunted some Chinese "historians" for more than half a century. Until the second millennium comes. It doesn't work out.

To prove the wickedness of this flood beast. Some "historians" even go so far as to be blindfolded. Take rumors as historical facts. So much so that big jokes such as "350 million" gold rubles and "eight-foot agreement" are constantly made. But they never came up with the truth they hoped for. They simply can't explain the historical facts that have happened through deliberately fabricated rumors and sewage. Why would the national government lose hearts and minds so quickly. Why were there so many people at that time. Will choose the Eighth Route Army. Select the ** team.

They are on the internet. Tossing and turning in newspapers and magazines. Not only did it not achieve its goal. On the contrary, it makes the new generation of young people more and more confused. More and more with the old-timer He Yaozu of the year.**What did it bring to the people of the time. Let them open their arms one by one. Like a moth to a fire...

As one of the new generation of young people. Zhang Songling's youngest grandson, John Zhang. I have the same confusion in my heart. Take the opportunity to accompany my grandfather to revisit his hometown. He whispered mysteriously, "If you go back to the other side at that time. You have to be at least a general when you retire."

"Probably. Or maybe you didn't wait to be a general. and died in battle. Who knows." Although Zhang Songling has always been dissatisfied with his son who is far away in the United States. But for grandchildren who are separated by a generation. But it's pampered in every way. Smiled. Respond in a low voice.

Because there was a suspicion of being a "military commander agent". In several political campaigns after the establishment of the republic. He was more or less affected. Although because there are old friends secretly watching. And didn't go through some of the legendary inhuman tribulations. But it also made his heart tired. Responded to the call of the central government early and left the country. Therefore, it did not catch up with the good year of "being virtuous and not avoiding relatives". I can't get any dividends for my relatives in China. So I have long been accustomed to complaining and questioning my children and grandchildren. I don't think John Zhang's question is so harsh.

"Then you. . . That you used to be. Regret. I regret it. I'm talking about occasional recollections. A little bit. A little bit of that." John Zhang grew up listening to his father and grandfather's pedantry. Accompanied by a smiling face. Be careful to tempt.

The grandfather who was unkind to his father was far more free and easy than he imagined. Smiled. There was no displeasure on his face at all." How so. No one forced me to join the guerrillas."

Although it was already expected in advance that it could be such an answer. John Zhang was a little lost in his heart. Frowning. Lips squirm up and down." That. Then you ......."

Zhang Songling shook his head slightly. I didn't think much about it at the time. The country is about to be wiped out. Who cares about what kind of official they can be. Besides, Redbeard is a good man. I'm very good with him."

Educated in the American style since childhood. John Zhang, who is accustomed to measuring things by the comparison of pay and gain, obviously still can't understand his grandfather's choice back then. The frown between the eyebrows is like a knife. Zhang Songling saw it. I can't add one more thing." For example, you are in the United States. Whites suddenly issued an ordinance. Say from now on. Chinese Americans are all about being slaves. Either obey. Either die. What will you do.."

"An uprising with guns, of course. Just like Washington they did." John Zhang immediately jumped up. Respond loudly. But soon. His head drooped again." But it's more likely to run back to China. Anyway, the big cities on both sides are not much worse now."

"When Washington participated in the uprising. Have you ever thought about becoming president in the future?" Zhang Songling automatically ignored the second half of his grandson's sentence. Continue to smile and ask rhetorically.

"Definitely not." Orthodox American-educated John Zhang. I have long carved respect for Washington and others into my bones. I don't even want to. on direct response. Forthwith. He looked at his smiling grandfather again. Very reluctant to add." Can. Can Washington them. What we are looking for is independence, democracy and freedom."

"So what do you think we were after?" Zhang Songling shook his head. The smile is full of the vicissitudes left by the years.