Chapter 820: Central Avenue is about to change

On the afternoon of June 3, 1942, Yin, Central Street, Harbin City. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Central Street is a very prosperous commercial pedestrian street in Harbin, starting from the flood control memorial tower square on the riverside in the north and Xinyang Square in the south, with a length of about 1,400 meters.

This long street was built in 1900 and consists of 71 buildings in various styles such as Renaissance and Baroque.

At the same time, it is also the most prosperous and lively area in Harbin city.

The sky was overcast, and a downpour was coming, but the streets were still crowded with people, and there was no sign of curtailment.

"It's strange, why are so many people here today, twice as many as usual." The police leader smacked his cigarette hard and wondered.

He has always been in charge of the security of Central Street, and has been patrolling this 1,400-meter-long street all year round, so he is most familiar with the situation here.

It's so abnormal today, there are so many people.

"Yes, big brother. It's going to rain heavily, and the flow doesn't mean to decrease at all. The other cop nodded and responded.

"! "......The police chief seemed to see something surprising, screamed, and choked on the smoke.

"Big brother, what's wrong with you?" The little policeman hurriedly went up and beat the police leader on the back.

The police chief coughed several times and pointed in a direction.

The little policeman looked and saw a group of people from Wuyang and Wuyang rushing here, looking at the number, if not 10,000, there must be 8,000.

"Quick, hurry up and call the police station, I think something big is going to happen here today!" After the police leader recovered, he hurriedly ordered the little policeman.

"Yes." The little policeman did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly went to the phone booth to make a call.

Yes, these people are all promoted according to Wang Liang's request.

Zhao Gang personally arranged it, and the 16th detachment and all the underground party comrades in various urban districts of Harbin were dispatched, and this was the final result.

Wang Liang is not afraid of the Japanese playing tricks, and his words don't count.

Even so, it is worth it to use one's own blood to awaken countless oppressed and enslaved people, and to increase the prestige and influence of the anti-Japanese ranks, regardless of the outcome today.

Lao Tzu died once in his last life, and he has already earned money if he can live for five more years, so why not die again?

If you look closely, you can't see that there are not only Chinese in the crowd, but also foreign faces, such as Lao Maozi, Germans, Italians, Vichy Frenchmen, Romanians, Hungarians, Spaniards, Thais, ......

Most of these crooked nuts were embassy staff of countries that had established diplomatic relations with the puppet state of Manchukuo.

Wang Liang was afraid that there would be too many people coming, and that the frenzied Japanese would use force to suppress them, causing inevitable casualties, so he specially instructed Zhao Gang in his letter to find more crooked nuts, especially people from countries that had established diplomatic relations with the puppet Manchurians.

No matter how crazy the Japanese are, they don't dare to openly scold people from their ally countries, not to mention that these people are all embassy staff.

With these crooked nuts mixed in the crowd, Wang Liang was much more relieved.

"What about people? Didn't you say that Wang Liang would appear on Central Street? How can there be? ”

"Yes, I also heard that Wang Liang would come, so I came to take a look, and eighty percent was fooled."

"Yes, I knew that guy was a coward, how could he come and die?"

"It's none of his business, hang high, for the sake of a child who has nothing to do with him, he can stand up, don't be funny."

"It's not good, it's going to rain, I think we'd better go back."

Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, the onlookers couldn't help but be a little impatient and chattered about it.

Although he said that he wanted to leave, he had no intention of leaving.

What is the root of the inferiority of the Chinese?

That's it!

Spectator mentality.

Most of the Chinese are watching dramas and are not afraid of the heights of the stage.

There are many things in the world, whether good or bad, as if they have little to do with themselves, and they just sit by and watch as if they were watching a play.

If things are good, you will naturally have a share, and if things are bad, you are just a bystander, and you have little to do with yourself.

At most, it is to live in a different place.

Therefore, in China, there are many people who watch the excitement, but there are few people who can really stand up and speak up.

Even when someone comes out and speaks up, they often don't get help.

Why?

Because people are just watching the play, they are spectators, and the joys and sorrows of the people in the play naturally have nothing to do with the people watching the play.

On the contrary, if a bystander must care about the life and death of the people in the play, it means that the spectator enters the play, but he will be laughed at by others.

In most cases, this is also the case, if a person can't stand watching the excitement, he has to stand up and intervene in the development of the plot, and in the end he will not only be deeply trapped in the plot and unable to extricate himself, but will also be laughed at by the people watching the play.

Wang Liang is hiding in the corner, and today, he is here to awaken the inferior nature of the Chinese.

Don't you like to watch the excitement?

Don't you like to be a dog?

Isn't it a force?

Today Lao Tzu is going to die, and today Lao Tzu's blood is splashed all over you, so that you know what an upright Chinese is.

The situation reported by the police chief was passed on layer by layer, and finally reached Gao Bin's ears.

"Guys, what do you think about this? Can Wang Liang appear here? Gao Bin looked at his subordinates with a smile and asked.

"I think it's enough, there are really Chinese people in this world who are not afraid of death? I don't believe it anyway. Lu Ming shook his head and expressed his opinion.

"I agree with Section Chief Lu's point of view, if this Wang Liang can really appear on Central Street, then I am really convinced of this person. What could have made him do such a thing? Faith? I've never believed in that. Jiu Wenkang, the head of the Operations Section, said playfully.

"Jiaping, what about you?" Gao Bin looked at Wang Jiaping, the head of the secret service section, who had not spoken, and asked.

"I also think it's suspenseful, eighty percent of it is a smoke bomb released by the Anti-Japanese Federation, maybe something bad is holding back." Wang Jia said flatly.

"Well, whatever it is, we're all going to go. Lu Ming, you go and inform the Japanese. Wenkang, you bring the police brigade and surround me with three circles outside the central street, as long as Wang Liang appears, don't let him run. Jiaping, you and I will set off now. Gao Bin ordered.

"Yes!" The three of them did not dare to slack off, jokes were jokes, orders were orders.

If they couldn't even tell the difference between jokes and orders, they wouldn't have climbed to where they are today.

The police brigade is all in force!

The Kwantung Army was calm, knowing that such a scene would not be good for itself, so it arranged for a battalion of the Manchurian Army to go over to support.