"Hello ma'am, my name is Yoshio Shibata."

"Hello, Mr. Officer, I'm the person in charge here, Hua Qun."

"I know your name." Shibata Yoshio seemed particularly polite: "But you are not Chinese, according to our information, you are American Minnie Weitling." ”

Hua Qun nodded silently, many people know this, and it is with the identity of the Americans that he protects these Chinese who are being killed by himself.

Shibata Yoshio glanced at the refugees who looked a little afraid: "For the international security zone, we say that this empire attaches great importance to it, we have no intention of interfering with you anything, and we are willing to ensure the safety of the security zone, but this does not mean that we can tolerate the harboring of Chinese soldiers here."

"Really? Unintentional interference with the security zone? Ms. Hua Qun smiled faintly, her smile full of sarcasm:

"After your army entered Nanking, the soldiers of your country completely ignored the sign of the American mission school, and the proclamation of the International Security Zone did not bind them in any way. During these days, at least 10 to 20 groups of soldiers come here every day to arrest people, forcibly destroy women, and rob money. Not only did they force their way in through the school's gate and side doors, but they also climbed over the fence to enter the school, and even climbed over the school's low fence at night. Could it be that this is what you call respect? ”

Shibata Yoshio's face showed embarrassment and annoyance, and if he could, he would even want to kill this woman on the spot!

However, the order had just been given by the upper peak, and the Americans and the British had already lodged a solemn protest against the actions of the Japanese army in the international security zone, and at this time, something had to be done to show the Europeans, even if it was only superficial.

Shibata Yoshio suppressed the idea that he wanted to have a seizure: "Maybe it was just some misunderstanding. But ma'am, two of our soldiers have been killed, and the murderers are two women, and someone has seen them enter here, and I hope you will return the murderer to us at once! ”

"Murderer?" Ms. Hua Qun smiled contemptuously: "I can't imagine that two Chinese women would kill two soldiers with weapons in their hands for no reason, don't you want to be like why this is the case?" As far as I know, it's your country's soldiers who are doing something inferior to a beast in China."

"Baga!" Shibata Yoshio, who couldn't bear it anymore, finally roared angrily: "You are slandering the honor of the soldiers of this empire!" ”

Ms. Hua Qun smiled faintly and looked at the officer in front of her with a look full of sarcasm.

This kind of contempt was completely intolerable to Shibata Yoshio, and he suddenly waved his hand and knocked Ms. Hua Qun to the ground with a punch.

And this, as if an order had been given, several soldiers quickly rushed up and punched and kicked Ms. Hua Qun who fell to the ground.

Ms. Hua Qun endured silently under the fists and feet of these brutes, without struggling or pleading.

In front of the beasts, you can never show any flinch or fear!

Suddenly, a timid, cowering Chinese woman stood up. Then, another, a third, a fourth

Soon, all the Chinese refugees stood up, silently looked at Ms. Hua Qun, who was suffering from herself, and then took a step forward, another step

Shibata Yoshio pulled out his command knife and involuntarily took a step back.

These Chinese, who were more despicable than ants in his eyes, were so fearless at this time. At least, there is no trace of fear in their eyes!

"Baga! Back off! Shibata Yoshio shouted loudly.

But to no avail, those Chinese refugees took another step forward!

For the sake of these refugees, Ms. Hua Qun, a foreigner like Ms. Hua Qun, has done too much, and now is the time to protect her.

This is the most simple idea in the hearts of these Chinese refugees!

"Stop!" Shibata Yoshio gave such an order with difficulty.

Those soldiers stopped moving in their hands, took up their guns, and aimed them at these unarmed Chinese as if they were facing a great enemy.

Shibata Yoshio was unwilling, but he had to swallow this unwillingness temporarily.

In Ms. Hua Qun, in these Chinese refugees, Shibata Yoshio saw one thing:

Guts!

Shibata Yoshio calmed down his emotions, and glanced at Ms. Hua Qun, who had just gotten up from the ground, her face covered with scars and blood, and he tried his best to squeeze out some smiles on his face:

"Another misunderstanding, isn't it, ma'am?"

"Yes, another misunderstanding." Ms. Hua Qun's face still had that sarcasm, and then she suddenly said, "What a misunderstanding, Mr. Officer, I wrote a note yesterday, do you need me to recite it to you?" ”

Shibata hesitated, then nodded reluctantly.

Ms. Hua Qun's voice was clear and firm:

"As we finished dinner, the boy in the central building came running and said that there were a lot of soldiers on campus walking towards the dormitory. I saw two soldiers pushing the door in front of the central building, insisting that the door be opened. I said that there was no key, and one of the soldiers said, 'Here are Chinese soldiers, the enemies of the enemy.' I said: 'There are no soldiers.' Mr. Lee, who was with me, said the same thing. They slapped me in the face and hit Mr. Li hard, insisting on opening the door. I pointed to the side door and led them in. They looked upstairs and downstairs, as if looking for Chinese soldiers, and when we came out, we saw two other soldiers tied up our three workers coming out. They said: 'Chinese soldiers. I said, 'Not soldiers, but workers and gardeners.' ’

They are indeed workers and gardeners. He said that the soldiers took them to the front, and I followed. When I got to the front door, I saw a large number of Chinese forced to kneel on the side of the road, including Mr. Chen, Mr. Xia, and some of our workers. A sergeant and some of his men were there. Soon, under the escort of Yue Jun, Mrs. Cheng and Mary also came. They asked who the head of the school was, and I said I was, and then they asked me to identify everyone. Unfortunately, some of the newcomers had recently been hired to help, and one of them, who looked like a soldier, was rudely taken to the left side of the road and scrutinized. When I came to identify the worker, Mr. Chen opened his mouth to speak and wanted to help me, but he was severely beaten by the soldiers and taken to the right side of the road and forced to kneel there."

Ms. Hua Qun finished reading calmly, completely ignoring the ugliness on Shibata Yoshio's face:

"It seems that there are too many misunderstandings among the soldiers of your country!"