He Zifeng returned home, facing Wang Xianglian's relieved expression, he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, and after a few words of relief, he fell asleep. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But after getting up the next day, He Zifeng, who walked on the street, found that the whole of Shanghai had changed, and countless students and enthusiastic young people gathered together like a torrent, holding flags, pulling up banners, shouting slogans, looking excited, and some even took the lead in singing patriotic songs.

The torrent meandered forward, slowly flowing towards the Japanese-occupied area.

"What the hell is going on?"

He Zifeng was puzzled, looked around, and suddenly walked quickly in one direction.

"Extra! Extra! Big news! The Japanese army slaughtered more than 100,000 Chinese people in Nanjing, and the whole world was shocked!! ”

"Extra! Extra! Big news! The Japanese army slaughtered more than 100,000 Chinese people in Nanjing, and the whole world was shocked!! ”

(I want to state here that in order to match the plot, it was estimated to be more than 100,000, after all, the information at that time was not so developed, the transmission speed was slow, and the news was deliberately blocked during the massacre of the Japanese invaders at that time, the real death toll reached more than 30 thousand, and the atrocities of the Japanese invaders are innumerable. ）

He Zifeng shook the locality, and then almost snatched the newspaper delivered by the newsboy in a robbery way, not even knowing how much money he had stuffed.

In the newspaper, a striking photograph of a man in tattered clothes kneeling on the ground with his hands tied, behind him was a row of Japanese soldiers with loaded guns, and beside him, a Japanese officer with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, raised the bright katana in his hand, and was slashing at his neck.

He Zifeng raised his head violently, he closed his eyes tightly, and took a heavy breath, he felt that this photo was too dazzling, and his brain was like an electric shock.

Turning around, the torrent was still the same, the slightly childish faces, and the impassioned slogans, like a hammer after a hammer, hitting the depths of his soul.

"The wisdom of the youth is the wisdom of the country, the wealth of the youth is the wealth of the country, the strength of the youth is the strength of the country, the independence of the youth is the independence of the country, the freedom of the youth is the freedom of the country, the progress of the youth is the progress of the country, the youth is better than Europe, the country is better than Europe, the youth is stronger than the earth, and the country is stronger than the earth."

Liang Qichao's famous words sounded in He Zifeng's mind at the right time, and his fists were clenched tightly.

China will not die!

It is precisely with these enthusiastic young people and progressive students that China will not die!

They have thoughts, they have a mind, they are simple, active, ambitious and concerned about the country, they are the promoters of the times, they are also the pillars of China's future, at the time of the nation's peril, their passion, their blood, will be injected into it, and actively promote the progress of the wheel of history.

It is with them that China will never die!!

He Zifeng's heart was shouting, roaring, his Adam's apple was trembling, his thoughts were sublimated in that torrent, and his beliefs became more firm in that slogan.

"Arise, hungry slaves, arise, you who suffer all over the world! The blood is boiling to fight for the truth......"

A low international anthem sounded beside him, He Zifeng's lips squirmed, and he kneading the newspaper in his hand vigorously, slamming it heavily on the ground, letting the torrent behind him trample it into pieces.

His voice became more and more high-pitched, his expression became more and more excited, and his body, as if it was a brilliant firework, burst out in the excitement, flickered in the song, and finally jumped into the steel stream, converging into a river.

The team is still moving forward, slogans, singing shook the earth, He Zifeng was mixed in the steel flow, walking slowly, I don't know when, there was an extra flag in his hand, and the people in front of him, he held the weapon tightly, raised it high, and shouted slogans loudly.

His voice was hoarse, and his forehead was already sweaty, but He Zifeng didn't care, for the first time in his life, he was so unscrupulously proclaiming his belief as now, and the passion that had been hidden in his heart for a long time was completely released at this moment!

There was a commotion on the left side of the procession, and He Zifeng looked around, only to see another team coming from afar, just like them, shouting slogans and waving slogans in their hands, gathering with them.

It was a patriotic young man from the French Concession, and many of them were still wearing the uniforms of the church school, which was particularly conspicuous.

The momentum is even bigger, and the barrier grid at the head of the Suzhou Creek bridge has been removed, and no one has come out to stop it, and it can't be stopped, let alone dare to stop it.

In this way, the steel flow stepped onto the bridge deck of Suzhou Creek like a tide, and the fortifications built by the Japanese soldiers on the other side of the bridge were faintly visible, He Zifeng's eyes became sharp, his steps began to speed up, and the glimmer of light in his empty hand flashed, he calmed down, and realized that if he continued like this, there would be a conflict.

If there is a conflict, there will naturally be casualties, and he does not want the future pillars of the country to sacrifice meaninglessly at this moment, they should appear on the battlefield, in the hospital, in the factory, in every post where they are needed, to sacrifice to drive out the invaders, to sacrifice for China's rejuvenation, and for China's rise and development.

Squeezed a few steps forward, He Zifeng suddenly stopped.

Wrong, wrong!

What about such sacrifices? If a nation, a country, and a group of young people are not bloody, what can we talk about rejuvenation?

Sacrifice, there is never a meaningful and meaningless statement, every kind of sacrifice deserves to be respected, if the sacrifice here can awaken more Chinese people, who dares to say that it is meaningless?!

In front, hundreds of gendarmes stood on top of each other, and an officer led by him was shouting something, while a middle-aged man in a suit similar to a translator pushed his glasses and said loudly to the leading young man, He Zifeng stood too far away, and the slogan was deafening, he couldn't hear it, and he could only vaguely judge by the shape of his mouth that the other party wanted the young students to retreat.

However, the group of young people led by him looked excited, a group of Japanese military police blocked the pace of the young people with horizontal guns, the two sides were full of gunpowder, He Zifeng was also quite worried, the conflict was about to break out, and he couldn't help but squeeze a few steps forward.

There was a hard texture on the thighs, and He Zifeng lowered his head, but saw a young man who looked like a student next to him had an extra pistol in his hand at some point.

"Not good!"

A strong sense of crisis came, He Zifeng didn't care about anything else, stretched out his thumb and pressed the young man's carotid artery, knocking him unconscious in an instant.

At the same time, there were piercing gunshots in several places in the crowd, and the entire steel stream instantly boiled, screams, angry scolding, and roars gathered together, and the crowd began to be chaotic, and the conflict broke out suddenly!

He Zifeng retreated quickly, and he immediately judged that there were Japanese spies in the crowd disguised as students, deliberately causing a turmoil, and at this time, the situation was no longer under anyone's control.