Because of the difficulty of surviving, it is actually difficult for Yang Yi to trust others easily.

He doesn't trust other people's promises, and prefers everything that has been proven by deeds to verbal promises.

Yang Yi had never seen the very reliable people that Lao Zhou said, but he was willing to believe these people, because these people had risked their lives to prove themselves.

Of course, many times, a person who has proven himself is not necessarily reliable, because often, a person seems to be reliable only because the temptation they face is not great enough.

In Lao Zhou's mouth, whether these so-called people who are all relied on are really reliable, Yang Yi doesn't know, and it can only be proved afterwards.

Yang Yi is not worried, but compared to Du Yuesheng's people, and even Song Kunshan and others who followed him from birth to death, he prefers to trust Lao Zhou's people, although he has never even seen these people.

It's a very strange feeling.

No matter how he ridiculed Yang Quanlin at the beginning, saying that these revolutionary parties only know how to talk on paper and are invincible in the world with their mouths, but as soon as they come to the real level, they will be defeated like a mountain.

But in Yang Yi's heart, what he had to admit was that the power of faith was really very strong, so strong that people like him, except for the people he cared about, who were extremely indifferent, were shocked, or afraid.

Frank has been very angry these days, and when he saw Yang Yi, he was even more angry, his blue eyes were almost like he was about to breathe fire.

"I'm hurt!"

Yang Yi pointed to the wounds on his body and said, "So why don't you gentlemen talk and move, and have something to say......

"Don't show me about your wounds!"

Frank simply scolded: "Do you feel a sense of accomplishment by killing a lot of Japanese spies and contributing a lot to your country?" But have you ever thought that no matter how good you are, you are a person after all, and even if the Japanese stand still and kill you, how many can you kill? Do you know that you can't kill more than just Japanese people by yourself? And if you complete the deal with me and get this batch of munitions, you can greatly increase the strength of your troops, and kill ten times or a hundred times as many Japanese as you can kill? And how many more deaths will your people have when they fight the Japanese with those old guns? You pig head, huh? Don't you want to think about these questions? ”

As he said these words, Frank looked at Yang Yi as if he was looking at an idiot, and he was heartbroken.

His meaning is obvious, if you die, this batch of arms will not reach your hands, and the losses caused by that will be immeasurable, far from being able to erase the one hundred and eighty Japanese spies that you Yang Yi killed now.

"I was wrong!" Yang Yi said.

Frank, who was still scolding, was still waiting for Yang Yi to justify, and then used the question to play a good scolding Frank never expected Yang Yi to admit his mistake so straightforwardly, and the scolding words that had been brewing in Chinese suddenly held his throat, and he hummed with bulging eyes for a long time before gritting his teeth: "Do you really know that it is wrong?" Got it? ”

Yang Yi nodded and said, "I figured it out, I am alive, and it is indeed more useful than dying!" ”

"That's it, don't work hard at every turn, you should think more about everything, and do it after thinking clearly, so that everyone can be happy......"

Frank's anger has just subsided, he really doesn't want Yang Yi to die, not only because Yang An has a teacher-student friendship with him, but also because if Yang Yi dies, no one will pay for the batch of arms he has worked so hard to contact, and naturally, he will not get the commission he deserves.

He really likes Yang An, smart and capable, and has a decisive ruthlessness rarely seen in the vast majority of Chinese.

But no matter how much Frank likes Yang An, he can't hide the fact that he prefers money, for the sake of Yang An, he does not hesitate to work hard with Xiao Laojiu's people in the provincial capital, and for the sake of money, he can not even want his life.

Just as he knew that the Far East was backward, dilapidated, and socially unstable, but for the sake of money, he still did not hesitate to come here.

It's just that Yang Yi's next words made Frank explode his lungs on the spot.

Because Yang Yi said: "But if today's incident can be repeated, I will choose to do it again!" ”

"Why?"

Frank asked, grinding back sockets like gnawing bones.

"Happy!"

Yang Yi laughed, and he found that the more he learned about the Japanese, the more he felt happy and relieved every time he killed a Japanese.

For the first time, he felt that happiness was really a very important thing!

Frank wants to ask Yang Yi, do you think it's worth it to play with your life for the sake of happiness?

However, seeing Yang Yi laughing heartily, Frank was no longer interested in asking this question, because he had never seen Yang Yi smile so happily, so he didn't say anything.

Because he really didn't want to play the piano to the cow and waste his saliva.

After a long time, Yang Yi suppressed his laughter and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

He didn't know why he would say that if he did it again, he would make the same choice, because from Manchuria to the present, it seems that he has been born countless times and died in blood, but almost every time, he knows that his life will never be in danger, in fact, he is a person who is extremely life-saving.

The reason why he took the risk was because of his keen sense, which let him know that he could always survive death.

But this time, he really felt the threat of death, whether it was the deadly gunman on the bell tower, or the three submachine guns in the last moment, he clearly felt that there was no way to escape.

Yang Yi clearly felt the change in himself, and he was thinking, could he really have been subtly changed by those revolutionary parties? Do you want to change the fate of the country and the nation, like those revolutionary parties?

In the end, Yang Yi shook his head, he didn't want to know the answer.

Because in this world, it is no longer easy to live for yourself and your family, let alone to bear the country and the nation.

The country and the nation, that is a heavy burden, Yang Yi thinks that he can't afford it, that is the responsibility that only those heroes and great people can bear.

And he himself is more willing to guard his own one-third of an acre of land, his wife and children are hot on the kang, mediocre, ordinary life, watching his younger brothers and sisters, children grow up, and then grow old.

When he thought about this, Yang Yi's face showed a happy and satisfied smile, because these were what he wanted his life to look like.

It's just that sometimes, everyone's life is often never up to them.

The same is true of Yang Yi's life.

From the moment he left his hometown and went to the provincial capital, his fate was no longer in his own hands, but had to rise and fall in the whirlpool of the torrent of this era......