Chapter 821 is deafening

"Report to the sir, the surroundings have been set up, and no suspicious characters have been found. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" a police officer ran over and reported.

At this moment, Gao Bin, Jiu Wenkang, and Wang Jiaping were nested in the car.

"Yes, keep an eye out." Jiu Wenkang waved his hand and walked his subordinates away.

Soon, more than a dozen trucks also rushed over, and the Manchurian army surrounded the central street.

The sky grew darker and darker, as if to announce that something bad was about to happen.

Suddenly, a figure appeared on the terrace on the top floor of the Modern Hotel.

The Modern Hotel was built in 1906, when the hotel was magnificent and full of people.

In 1934, it was brutally destroyed by the Japanese puppet army and began to decline.

Later, a Japanese businessman bought this decaying hotel at a low price and reopened it, although there was no prosperity in the past, but in Harbin, it was also a large hotel.

"Hey, look, there's a guy on the roof of the Modern Hotel!" The sharp-eyed townsman noticed this and pointed and shouted.

"Damn, won't you, Wang Liang is really here? Is this guy really not afraid of death? Citizens discussed.

The policemen who discovered the situation also immediately surrounded the Modern Hotel, for fear that Wang Liang would escape.

Under the support of more than a dozen policemen, Gao Bin, Jiu Wenkang, and Wang Jiaping came to the downstairs of the hotel.

Wang Liang looked at the scene downstairs lightly and smiled.

The smile is calm, and there is no fear of this kind of scene.

This smile was shocking, hitting the souls of the onlookers, Gao Bin also felt incredible, although he had figured out Wang Liang's psychology countless times, but he finally failed to convince Wang Liang to come to death.

The 'Manchurian citizens' who were still talking cool words just now drooped their heads in shame, their faces burning hot.

The servility of the Chinese has been perfectly inherited and carried forward by them, and they secretly think that there are no revolutionaries in this world, let alone great people who can stand up for the great righteousness and disregard life and death.

But Wang Liang slapped his face, he didn't pretend to be forced, only slapped his face.

"Wang Liang, I didn't expect you to come. You've got a lot of guts! Gao Bin glanced at Wang Liang and said.

The Modern Hotel has a total of three floors, and even if Wang Liang stands on the top of the building, he can still hear Gao Bin's words clearly.

"I'm coming, as a Chinese, I'm coming. May you be able to fulfill your promise to release those innocent children. Wang Liang looked at Gao Bin and said.

"Yes, isn't that what you're making the scene so big for? If we weren't enemies, I think we'd be friends. You're the first person I can face, and you're an opponent who deserves my respect. Gao Bin looked at Wang Liang with a gleam in his eyes.

On Wang Liang's body, Gao Bin felt an unusual aura.

Strong soul, unruly eyes, uninhibited character, upright Chinese.

Gao Bin is over sixty years old, and he has had passions and ideals, but these have been worn away by reality.

He is used to being a puppet, and this one allows him to survive and live a long time.

At this moment, Wang Liang, who was standing on the top floor, evoked Gao Bin's memories and shocked Gao Bin's gloomy heart.

"Friends? You don't deserve it. Wang Liang said: "I don't want to be a friend of a spineless person, a person who can even betray the ancestors of the country, what qualifications do I have to be my friend?" ”

"Really? Don't you think your faith is ridiculous? All the promises of the MKS you GCD simply can't fulfill, just look at Stalin, don't they live in dire straits? ”

"We will definitely be able to do it, and in the near future there will be a new government, without an emperor, without the magnates, without exploitation and oppression, and without losing power and humiliating the country. So that the villagers can live with dignity. The new government will not enslave the villagers. Wang Liang said righteously.

The voice was very loud, and there were reporters among the onlookers, and they had already taken out their notebooks to record.

This is a very valuable historical material, and even if it cannot be published in newspapers and magazines, word of mouth will have a huge impact.

"Childish!" Gao Bin scoffed, expressing disdain.

"People who don't have ideals think we're naïve." Wang Liang replied.

"That's what you want? This is the harmony of mankind that you yearn for? Gao Bin asked.

"Yes, we can do it in the near future. The future is bright! Wang Liang said firmly.

"Humph! Anyway, I know you won't see that day, because you're going to hell soon! I'm really curious, aren't you afraid of death? Gao Bin snorted coldly and shot back contemptuously.

Wang Liang looked melancholy into the distance, the breeze blowing his hair, and a tragic picture came into being.

At this time, a drizzle fell from the sky.

I only heard Wang Liang recite: "Some people are alive,

He's dead;

Some people died,

He's alive.

Some people,

Riding on the heads of the townspeople: "Oh, how great I am! ”

Some people,

Leaned down and served as cattle and horses for the villagers.

Some people,

carve the name into the stone, want to be "immortal";

Some people,

I would rather be weeds and wait for the fire to burn underground.

Some people,

If he lives, no one else can live;

Some people,

He lives for the better life of the majority.

Riding on the heads of the townspeople,

The townsfolk threw him down;

For the townsfolk to be cattle and horses,

The folks will always remember him!

He who carved his name into stone,

Names rot earlier than corpses;

As long as the spring breeze blows to the place,

Everywhere there are green weeds.

He who lives others cannot live,

His fate can be seen;

He lives for the better life of the many,

The villagers lifted him very high, very high. ”

Wang Liang answered Gao Bin's question with a poem written by Zang Kejia to Lu Xun in 1949, and of course, this poem is considered Wang Liang's original poem today in 1942.

A poem is deafening, this is the charm of language, she can be used to awaken those who are confused and numb.

Ye Shujia also mixed in the crowd, just near the Modern Hotel, Wang Liang's poems, she heard them word for word.

After the article was written, his son went home, but Ye Shujia was always worried, for fear that the anti-Japanese name would be affected by this and throw himself into the net.

Feeling uneasy, she made her way to Central Street and prayed all the time, but the last thing she wanted to see happened.

originally thought that Wang Liang was just a reckless and fierce person, a famous anti-Japanese general, and a person from the army must be full of evil spirits.

But when I saw it today, Ye Shujia was instantly fanned by Wang Liang, he is not only a hero, but also a great poet.

Hearing this poem, Gao Bin's face looked a little ugly, and he didn't have the patience to talk nonsense with Wang Liang, the two people's outlook on life and values are too different.

"Arrest someone." Gao Bin coldly ordered.

The policemen were a little dumbfounded, obviously shocked by Wang Liang's words just now.

The belief in the Manchurian Empire, which they had received since childhood, was suddenly hit like this, and it was a little difficult for these young policemen to accept it for a while.

"Are you all fucking deaf? Did the chief's words fall on deaf ears? Arrest people for Lao Tzu! Who the fuck ink, Lao Tzu shot him. Seeing that his subordinates did not move, Jiu Wenkang, the head of the Operations Section, was suddenly angry, took out his pistol and took the lead in rushing forward.