The station in Manchuria is one city and one stop.

The distance between each city is hundreds of miles, and it often takes several hours from the drive to the short stopover.

The train is clattering forward, walking is the train, but also the world in the car.

In a few hours, a lot has happened in the world inside and outside the car, and a lot of things are happening.

For example, when the invisible sound of radio waves shakes in the wind and snow, a message travels through the world, and then becomes a reliable message in the radio stations set up in those stations.

As a result, a large number of Japanese troops gathered in the station, because the train did not stay for a long time, so these Japanese soldiers did not get on the train for inspection, but they would block the station and closely check every passenger who got off the train to ensure that the guy in the telegram would not have a chance to escape.

The passengers waiting for the arrival of the train in the station began to panic, although they did not make a mistake, but once they were suspected by the Japanese army, even if they really did not make a mistake, it was impossible to tell.

At such times, on the contrary, those passengers who have ghosts in their hearts seem calmer, so it is easier to get through the customs in confusion, but even when they themselves pass the customs in confusion, they see those compatriots who are crying and being taken away or smashed to the ground, and their eyes are full of joy at all, and their hearts are full of sadness.

Their grief comes from knowing that they would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let go of one, which is the norm pursued by the Japanese army in Manchuria, so they know that the Japanese absolutely do not have the patience to reason with their compatriots, as long as they doubt, arrest or kill, so no matter how innocent those compatriots cry and beg, there is not much hope of leaving alive.

In the final analysis, the Japanese did not put the Chinese on the same level as themselves, and these people knew it in their hearts.

Thinking of this, after these people grieved, a certain faith became stronger, and they firmly believed that such dark days would eventually pass, because there were many people like them who would fight with the Japanese and make the Japanese bleed!

As long as the Japanese have shed enough blood and died enough, they believe that these Japanese will understand that there is absolutely no one in this world who is really nobler than the other, because there is only one life for anyone!

A large group of dark-eyed guys appeared on the platform under the escort of the Japanese army, taking out their pocket watches from time to time to look at the time, and it was obvious that they were also waiting to get on the train.

While this is happening in the station, there are also many things happening in the train at the same time.

For example, in the carriage near the front of the train, three men were hoisted high in chains, and several military policemen were whipping fiercely, while asking sharply: "Say, are you an underground party lurking in Manchuria, or are you military commanders and spies!" ”

"I told you, we're secret agents of the Secret Service......"

Seeing the tragic situation of the two companions beside him who had fainted to death under torture, the man led by him said with grief and indignation: "I am Li Datong, the leader of the fourth squad of the secret service, how many times do you want me to say it before you can believe it?" ”

"Phew, are you guys still secret agents of the Secret Service? Don't pee and look in the mirror - Lao Tzu also said that he is the Emperor Xuande! ”

"That's it, I think you're either an underground party or a military spy agent, and you obviously want to use your identity as a secret service to get by, so are you fools for us?"

"Don't talk nonsense with you, continue to be punished, don't be afraid that this bastard won't confess honestly......"

The train soldiers and policemen shouted strangely, walked over with a sneering smile on their red irons, and pressed them the chests of the three people, and the sound of sizzling and the smell of burnt flesh rang out in unison with heart-rending screams......

Somewhere in the first-class carriage, Miss Tsuki, a woman in a kimono, was sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding a sword in her hand and slowly wiping it, her eyes reverently as if she was wiping the tablet of her ancestors, the snow-bright blade, exuding a dangerous cold light.

At her side, another woman in the same kimono was standing with her hands tied, not moving, not even breathing lightly, if she hadn't been able to see it, it would have made people think that it was not a person but a stake standing there.

Opposite them, Roshan-like Striaktaro had his head bowed, looking like a child making a mistake, his expression contrasting sharply with his figure.

After a long time, Miss Yue finished wiping the knife, and slowly said with satisfaction admiring the dangerous blade: "Back then, my father was ordered to leave the island and come to the Far East to lurk, and later married the daughter of a nobleman in China, and then had my ......."

"My father was seriously wounded in that infighting, and the orders of the military headquarters were entrusted to me, I was thirteen years old at the time, and I have been waiting for someone in the empire to contact me, and I can complete the mission that my father failed to complete back then......"

"I grew up in Beiping Sijiu City, and I am Miss Yue in the eyes of the world, but I have never forgotten my real name, Nakamura Haoyue!"

"When my father passed away, he said that my hometown was an unnamed village at the foot of Mt. Fuji, and the Nakamura family was a well-known family in the area, and in the spring, the village would be full of cherry blossoms, and the air would have a sweet fragrance, and the villagers were very kind and simple...... I've always wanted to go back to my hometown, to see the cherry blossoms in my hometown, to breathe in the sweet air, and to see the kind smiles of the villagers......"

"I'm almost thirty years old, but I haven't had a chance to go back because I haven't finished my father's will......"

"I've been waiting for almost 20 years, and finally when the head of the agency sends someone to contact me, I can put on our kimono for the first time, and I can say that I have never had the opportunity to speak the wonderful language of our Yamato nation, as long as I meet the head of the agency, I can fulfill my father's last order and return to my hometown......"

"It's been almost thirty years, and I can finally go back......"

Nakamura Haoyue, who was known as Miss Yue, sighed, and her voice began to become extremely cold: "I've been waiting for thirty years, and I see that I can return to my hometown. ”

That's just a lowly Shina man, even if you kill him, it's not a trouble!

Striated Taro said in his heart, but he was doubly respectful: "Miss, I know it's wrong......"

The lightning flash of the knife flashed.

"If it's wrong, you will be punished, it's just the rules of our Nakamura family, read it for your sake, small punishment and big commandment, if there is a next time, you will judge yourself!"

Nakamura Haoyue said coldly, the white Juanpa in his hand wiped the blade, and a faint blood color appeared on the Juanpa, like a snow red flower, extremely delicate.

"Hi ......"

With a sound from the sea of horizontal stripes, he walked backwards out of the carriage and closed the door, and when he got up, a large amount of blood slowly oozed out of his chest, staining the wide kimono red.

But he didn't feel angry because of this, as a slave of the Nakamura family, he not only did not have any resentment about the punishment of the master's family, but only thanked - because it was the punishment of the master's family!