readx; "That's the backbone of a diplomat!" Xiao Sizi said slowly:

Separated from his companions, Suvu was exiled to the inaccessible shores of Lake Baikal. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he found that these sheep were all rams. Here, there is no escape from the ability of an individual alone. The only companions with Su Wu were the envoys representing the Han Dynasty and a small flock of sheep. Su Wu took this envoy to herd sheep every day, thinking that one day he would be able to return to his own country. When he was thirsty, he ate a handful of snow, and when he was hungry, he dug weeds and caught rabbits, and when it was cold, he warmed himself with sheep. In this way, year after year, the oxtail ornaments hanging on the envoys have fallen off, and Su Wu's hair and beard have turned gray In Lake Baikal, Su Wu has been shepherding sheep for 19 years, and for more than ten years, the Xiongnu Shan Yu, who had ordered him to be imprisoned, has died, and it is in Su Wu's country that the old emperor also died, and the son of the old emperor succeeded to the throne. At this time, Xindanyu carried out a policy of reconciliation with the Han Dynasty, and Emperor Zhao of Han immediately sent envoys to take Su Wu back to his country.

When Su Wu came back, his hair and beard were all white, but the battle that represented the envoys of the Han Dynasty was still there."

The brothers all listened with relish, and the little fourth son continued: "Compared to it, Su Wu also lived in the ice and snow, and the conditions were even worse than ours, but he persevered for nineteen years!" ”

"As long as we hold on for six days, five days have passed, and I don't believe we won't survive the last day." A soldier next to him said.

"Yes, there's one last day, the last day," the little fourth son muttered there

In the sky above Tongcheng, the blue sky fluttered and the ground was white.

After several bloody battles, Tongcheng was finally occupied by the [***] team. And with the recovery of Tongcheng, Chongyang has completely become a lonely city!

At this time, the units of the Fourth Theater did not stop and quickly concentrated their forces to attack Chongyang.

The sound of artillery and shouts of killing has never stopped since the outbreak of war.

There began to be prisoners, and even prisoners who voluntarily surrendered to the squadron. This inevitably made those Chinese soldiers a little curious, and it was rare to see such a situation before.

Fourth theater of operations in China, captive dossier.

Serial number: 5th number: 6th Squadron of the 45th Wing of the 9th Division.

Class: Unknown.

Name: Near Fuji Teng.

Surname: Female.

Age: 30.

Origin: 165 Nakae Town, Hiroshima Prefecture.

Date of capture: November 28.

Capture location: Tongcheng Dashaping North area.

Captured troops: 26 Company of the 26th Battalion of the 151st Regiment of the 151st Brigade of the 1st Division, Company Commander Guan Maosheng.

Notes: He claimed to have opened a hotel with the army, wearing a military uniform, and his husband was killed by captivity.

"Every year, when the Thanksgiving Day is almost over, I will think of that Thanksgiving Day, which is the only time in my life that I have spent Thanksgiving abroad, and it is also a night full of grief."

A woman named Konteng Fuji told a story about the New Year in the book "Looking Back" published by Gewa Books in Tokyo, many, many years later. Judging by the "author's profile" and the stories she told, she was that "prisoner of war". It's just that she didn't "open a restaurant with the army", and according to the "author's profile" that she was born in 1920, she was not 30 years old at that time, but 19 years old. Guan Maosheng and his subordinates have never seen an Oriental woman again, and they are not so far apart, who knows if there is another reason for this. And the story she tells goes like this:

"In our hometown, how much happiness can it bring us when it's almost time to be grateful! Especially when I was young, my mother set up a small table under the porch outside the room. I love my mother's vase on the table, and for this holiday, the adults will be very busy and full, and we will be happy to help on the side

But on that thanksgiving night, I was on my knees all night, and I was alone in the room, facing east. Because it was always cloudy in those days, I couldn't make out the direction, but I heard that the houses in China are also like the book, and there are more windows facing south, no matter what, my heart is in the direction of my hometown.

When I was a child, I was thankful that in addition to the vase I liked, there were all kinds of food that my brother liked. These are the fruits of the autumn harvest, apples, persimmons, chestnuts, and some dough. For snow-white dough, use a few dots of red and green. My brother is like a greedy kitten, always eating what is on his plate when everyone is not looking. The father pretended not to see it, and as soon as he picked up a golden persimmon, he grabbed his hand and caused the whole family to laugh. So the mother took something out of the house and said to her brother, "Eat this."

But that thanksgiving night, I spent it in tears of remorse, self-blame, and pain. In the middle of the night, I thought it would be time for his soul to return to his home in Hiroshima.

My husband, Saburo Kondo, came to China in the autumn of Showa 12, in 1937, when the China Incident took place. His unit number was the 6th Wing of the 45th Division. Saburo is physically strong and talented, and is assigned to be a machine gunner. At that time, everyone knew that anyone who went abroad to fight was in great danger. There was an incident in our town where a man surnamed Akita asked his son to cut off his right index finger with an axe to avoid fighting. That summer, when Saburo signed up for the army, my mother said to me that you should marry Saburo so that he would be able to go out for the emperor with peace of mind, and that he would die calmly with less worry in case of life and death.

My father was the mayor of Bainaka at the time, and I was his only daughter. Saburo's family is a family of educators for four generations, and his father is the principal of Honmachi Junior High School.

The day after Saburo put on his mighty uniform, the two families held a grand wedding for us, and the governor of Hiroshima Prefecture and the military governor came to congratulate us, and a reporter came to visit the two fathers and us.

A few days later, Saburo went to the barracks for training. The night before we left, we stayed up all night, and I put the auspicious charm embroidered on his chest and said, 'Please fight bravely for the honor of the Emperor and the Kondo family, please!' ’

As soon as it was autumn, he was gone. Before leaving, I was not allowed to go home, and I saw him in the sea of people who saw him off. I was huddled in front of him, only 10 meters away, and I called his name in the midst of the tidal wave of cheers, and he seemed to hear him. He tilted his head slightly to the side. But he didn't see me, so he walked forward. I couldn't hold back my tears and shed them for many nights.

But until now, I regret it very much, why did I have to go to China that time?

It was the summer of the 14th year of Showa (1939), and the political axe wanted to organize a condolence group with the participation of people from all walks of life to go to China. I was like crazy and begged for help, and I had to join a condolence group to go to China. My father and Saburo's father disagreed at first, but then it was the people of Kyoto who agreed, because I was the daughter of the mayor of the town, and the news of my marriage to Saburo was in the newspapers.

The condolence group crossed the sea by boat and went to Nanjing first, divided into two routes, I took the South Road and took the train to Wuhan. We held earnest talks and report meetings in some units, distributed condolences and took part in the ceremony of awarding meritorious personnel in combat in Nanchang. One general said that a limited operation was about to be conducted in Hunan. When I heard about the 6th Division among the participating troops, my heart beat rapidly.

So I asked to go to the 6th Division on behalf of my family to pay respects to the soldiers, and a few days later the Wuhan side agreed to my request, but asked me to return within a week, because the battle had already begun, and the 6th Division had a difficult task.

"I took the car of the headquarters to Xianning, and then I took the car of the 6th division to the 45th Wing. Before getting out of the car, I heard the slow and sometimes rapid sound of artillery in the distance, and the dull sound was like spring thunder.

"The co-captain of the 45th Wing is my hometown Taniguchi-kun, and the hometown people are naturally very cordial when they meet. When I told him about my desire to see Saburo, he said that Saburo's squadron was equipped to transport supplies for the baggage troops, and was not at the station. But he agreed that I should go to see my husband after the condolence activities of several other brigades, after all, it was a thousand miles to find a husband, maybe it should be said that a thousand miles to find a husband. Shimizu-kun smiled and said to me, 'It's like an old Chinese legend. ’

I was very happy that there were three brigades in two days. Meet with the soldiers, say some words of encouragement, and introduce some things about supporting the front line in their hometowns. The soldiers cheered and wept at me, and many asked me to bring letters to their families. I want to finish my work quickly so that I can meet my husband.

At this time, the 45 Wing received the task. Captain Taniguchi received a call asking me to go back. I said that I must meet my husband, and in terms of work, I have been to other brigades, and if I don't go to Saburo's brigade, how disappointed the officers and soldiers there will be!

Perhaps the latter reason worked, Taniguchi-kun called his superiors, talked for a long time, and when he put down the phone, he smiled and said: 'You Miss Jiao with the surname Ren! ’

In my house, on the night of thanksgiving, I didn't dare to think about it, but I couldn't help but think about that terrible scene over and over again.

The day I arrived at Saburo's station was November 28th, and I thought I would ask him before I went to bed, what is today?

When we met, Saburo already knew that I was coming, and he didn't seem too happy in front of the others, but I could see how much he was looking forward to me even if it was a minute earlier. He didn't seem to be as thin and dark and tired as I had imagined, but he didn't seem to change much, except that the beard at the corners of his mouth had hardened, and he looked more like a mature man.

Saburo's squad leader is a native of Mihara, and although the battle is very fierce, he still arranges for Saburo to take two days off, but because the war is too fierce, there is no station for the time being, so he can't stay. So I put on a military uniform, pulled my long hair into a steel helmet, and got into the empty car with him for containment, and followed the convoy.

As soon as the car started, our hands were clasped together. The driver smiled and deliberately stretched his neck forward, not looking at us, but what could we do? Saburo stretched out his arm and took me to his side, and I could feel his heart pounding.

The convoy headed south, the roads were destroyed, and the cars staggered and bumped on the ruts made by the tanks and the makeshift leveling of the road. I heard gunshots from time to time, and I looked out the window, and Saburo said lightly, 'It's okay, it's still far away.' ’

Something unfortunate happened. The shelter vehicle we were in broke down on the road and needed to be replaced, the driver took out a bunch of tools, opened the lid on the front of the car and repaired it, the car in front of us was getting farther and farther away, and there were only my husband and wife, the driver and the two soldiers on the board of the car left.

When I couldn't hear the motor of the car in front of me and there was a deathly silence around me, I became scared and grabbed Saburo's arm tightly, feeling the strangeness of this land for the first time after I went abroad. The mountain, the water, and the tree are all so strange. Saburo comforted me and said, 'Don't be afraid, I felt this way when I first arrived. At this time, I really want to take Saburo back to his book and never come again. This is not my home.

Later, the most tragic thing happened. I heard gunshots, as if they were being fired at the car from all directions. Saburo told me to lie down in the driver's cab and not move, and he jumped out of the car with a gun. I shouted, 'Watch out! He did not answer.

I was so frightened that my whole body was shaking, and I heard Saburo and the soldiers in the carriage firing their guns, and I heard Saburo shouting, 'Behind the tree!' Behind the trees! I didn't dare to look up, for I realized afterwards how cowardly and powerless I had been in the war. There was a loud sound of bullets in the driver's cab, and one of the people shouted: 'I've been shot!' 'It's not Saburo.

"I don't know how long later, the gunfire stopped. As if in a dream, I walked out of the car. Surrounded by unfamiliar faces, with nothing but hatred in their eyes, many guns pointed at me, not speaking.

I found Saburo next to the back wheel of the car, lying on the ground, bleeding from his ribs and back, and he didn't move.

I knelt on the ground and took the gun out of his hand. I hate all guns, forever. I hugged him and turned to face me, wiping the dirt off his face. His eyes were not closed, as he sometimes did while sleeping. At that moment, my brain was a little numb, and I wanted to cry but there were no tears. I took off my helmet and let my long hair hang down my chest. I asked him to take one last look at his wife, who he had come to see from far away from his hometown. I put my mouth to his ear and whispered to him, 'San Lang, let's go home.' ’”

Home, her husband came home, and she became a prisoner of the Chinese.

War is always so disgusting, and it is always taking away lives.

When Jinten Fujizhi was mourning her husband, did she think about the Chinese who also lost their families?

Repent, myself!

Yucheng, Huangshan Villa.

Chiang Kai-shek, dressed in a black silk gown, walked in front and led the guests into the restaurant laughing.

This is Chiang Kai-shek's family banquet, except for a few military and political dignitaries, most of them are family members. The guests and relatives all saw that Chiang Kai-shek was in a good mood tonight, and he talked about some light topics with a smile on his face, and he seemed to talk a lot.

In November 1939, China's War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression entered its third year, and after experiencing great turmoil and chaos in the early stages of the war, the political axe and the army gradually stabilized, adapted to this war of unprecedented scale in history, and all work began to be on track. Moreover, the winter counteroffensive is also in full swing.

According to the figures released by Minister of Military Affairs He Yingqin when he reported the national situation to Chinese and foreign reporters, the areas occupied by the Chinese invasion army are 521 counties in 12 provinces and municipalities. The price paid by imperialism is also extremely heavy. On August 30, the cabinet of Hiranuma Hiranuma, who had only been sworn in for eight months, announced his general resignation, and Hiranuma's predecessor, Fumi Konoe, had to submit a general resignation because of the political axe work he led, mainly because the set goals of the war in China failed to fulfill the goals he boasted to the Diet, and the domestic political and economic situation deteriorated.

A few days ago, when Wang Sheng reported to Chiang Kai-shek on the recent political situation, Chiang Kai-shek said after listening to the report: "Konoe said that China will be destroyed in three months, but it will not work in three months, and it will not work in three years, and I don't know if it will work in 30 or 300 years." Hiranuma couldn't come up with a way, and he stepped down in 8 months, does Abe have a good way? How long will he be prime minister? ”

Sure enough, Nobuyuki Abe, who succeeded Hiranuma as prime minister, also stepped down after only four and a half months with the resignation of the cabinet.

Tonight's table is mostly Chiang Kai-shek's favorite hometown dishes and Sichuan dishes. Chiang Kai-shek did not drink alcohol, but only served a cup symbolically in order to greet guests. During the banquet, no one talked about the domestic war situation and the international situation as if they had made an appointment in advance, and they gossiped around the world to avoid accidentally leading the topic to important and unpleasant content.

On 3 September, Britain and France declared war on Germany, and the world situation underwent a fundamental change. Already journalists and critics of foreign newspapers have used the term "World War II", which sounds fresh, scary and exciting. China's diplomatic work has been very active in recent times.

In April, Ambassador Wang Zhengting represented China in negotiating a loan with a U.S. bank. In May, Stalin sent a telegram to Chiang Kai-shek, expressing his willingness to exchange arms for Chinese tea, wool, hides and other goods. A month later, the first batch of light and heavy firearms, including artillery and heavy machine guns, entered the country through secret transport channels in Xinjiang Province and Mongolia and arrived at the units of the Central Army fighting on the front line. In August, Gu Weijun, Guo Taiqi and Qian Tai attended the 19th Congress of the League of Nations on behalf of the Kuomintang, exposing the atrocities of imperialist aggression against China in the international community and calling on world peace forces to support China's War of Resistance. Soon after, civil society organizations in Britain and the United States launched the "China Week" campaign, urging political axes to help China. Groups of foreign friends who volunteered to help China come to China to fight against the Japanese war, including doctors, journalists, ordnance engineers, and even retired veterans who asked to go directly to the front line to fight.

It would be nice if we could draw the United States into this war. ”

Chiang Kai-shek had a lot of imagination about the rich and developed young power on the other side of the ocean. So he was talking about the United States and the letters he exchanged with President Roosevelt over the "tung oil loan." It was October last year, when Song Ziwen flew to the United States to borrow from the United States in kind to repay tung oil, which is a specialty of China and lacked in the United States. The amount of $400 million proposed by China and the amount promised by the United States is 25 million. But after all, it was borrowed. There will be countless times in the future. Song Meiling once whispered to Chiang: "I will do something in mobilizing the United States to aid China in the War of Resistance." Chiang Kai-shek did not expect when he smiled and replied "Thank you, madam", that it was in this matter that his beautiful wife showed extraordinary talent would impress him, and won the glory of the Chinese female surname in the world, and Soong Meiling personally reached the peak of her life.

Outside the window, the full moon wheel has stepped into the middle of the sky, and the golden light is sprinkled on the boundless land of China!

(To be continued)