※ I shine on the black ten ground, Zhu towers, and the green gauze tent is also faintly stunned, and the northeast scenery is pleasing to the eye.

The south side is a green gauze tent, and the north side is also a green gauze tent, and between the two green gauze tents is a country dirt road, which is hard by the sun, and the wooden wheels go up, often jumping and jumping, and it is not comfortable to sit in the car.

Now, Shao Zhenqing is sitting on such a Northeast car, although there is a straw mat under his buttocks, but he is still staggered, and there are several people in the same car with him, who are also the same staggering, of course, they are all reporters, from different newspapers and newspapers, but the purpose is the same, they are all to go to the northeast border area to collect style.

Shao Zhenqing is a senior reporter of the "Declaration," and he came to the northeast to collect news this time at the invitation of the Political Propaganda Committee; in fact, these reporters were all invited to the three eastern provinces by the Political Propaganda Committee at the expense of the Political Propaganda Committee, and the travel expenses were paid by the Political Propaganda Committee, and they had already arrived in Shenyang half a month ago.

To tell the truth, Shao Zhenqing doesn't like the "Political Propaganda Commission" very much, he thinks that this is too broad, and the government background is too deep, which is contrary to the freedom of the press, but on the other hand, he is only a reporter of the "Declaration" after all, and the newspaper ordered him to go to the northeast to collect news, and he had to act on orders.

In the past half month in Shenyang, these reporters have been idle all day. Except for interviewing local leaders brought to them by the political propaganda commissioners, they basically stayed in hotels all the time. It wasn't until a few days ago that the "626 Incident" broke out, and when they got the news and were about to leave for the south to cover Hankou, the Political Propaganda Committee suddenly informed them to go to the border area of Jilin to collect style. There are too many reporters gathered in Hankou, not more than one of them, less of them, quite a lot, it is better to collect wind on the Jilin side, since the republic, there are indeed not a few, reporters have seriously and systematically reported on the three eastern provinces, although this is currently the sphere of influence of Japan and Russia, but in the end it is China's territory. Here, Chinese live, and they are no different from their compatriots in Guannai.

I took the train all the way north, arrived in Harbin, received a passport to go abroad, and then continued to take the train west, until I went out of the border, entered the territory of Russia, arrived at Vladivostok, rested in the city for half a day, and then turned around and went east, re-entering the territory of China. Find a liaison at a military station, then split up in several wagons and head southwest under the escort of a group of Chinese cavalry, to the Yanbian area.

One of the reasons why the itinerary is arranged in this way is that the railway traffic is not enough. Another reason is that the Political Propaganda Committee wants reporters to take a look along the railway line, so that they can have an intuitive understanding of the actual situation in the three eastern provinces, and let them see the vastness of Northeast China and the rampant power of the country in this land.

It must be admitted that the purpose of the Political Propaganda Committee has basically been achieved. The famous writers of these newspapers were very angry at the loss of the sovereignty of the motherland, and their reports carried more and more strong national and nationalist sentiments, which was very conducive to the work of the Political Propaganda Commission, after all, these reporters came from non-governmental newspapers and newspapers, and they were not the direct mouthpieces of the central government, but through this method, the central government did effectively use the patriotic sentiments of these journalists.

Shao Zhenqing is also Chinese, he also loves this land, although he has little affection for the Political Propaganda Commission, but his reports are still full of patriotic feelings. He vividly described the rampage of the Japanese and Russians in this land with a pen, on the one hand, an angry rebuke of the great powers, and on the other hand, a cry for the awakening of his compatriots, and as a journalist, he has indeed done a very remarkable job.

Of course, as the focus of this interview, the living conditions of the Chinese in the Bianting area are the target of these reporters, and they rushed to the Yanbian area this time to find those Chinese who "broke into the eastern part of the country".

Along the way, everyone is sleeping in the open, it is indeed very hard, seeing that they are almost at their destination, everyone is very excited, and they urge the driver to speed up.

It's noon. Finally arrived at the first destination, a sawmill.

When they arrived at the sawmill, the cavalry accompanying the escort left. According to the plan, the reporters would stay here for a few days, and when the cavalry returned, they would continue their journey, walking south along the Tumen River until they reached the mouth of the Yalu River.

According to a staff member of the Political Propaganda Committee who accompanied the interview, the owner of this sawmill used to be a horse bandit in northeast China, but later reformed himself and no longer engaged in the roaring business, but first set up a pot burning workshop and then a sawmill, which can be regarded as a representative figure among the Chinese who "broke into the eastern part of the country."

The owner of the sawmill was also bold, and when he met the reporters, he did not hide his identity as a horse bandit in the past.

"I am a native of Zhili, in the early years, I followed others to break into the Kanto, first followed people to pan for gold, and then Gengzi Nian made a righteous and fist, the Russians killed me, robbed the gold mine, and smashed my job, so I fell into the grass later, but we are righteous thieves, robbing the rich and helping the poor, but unfortunately we were later beaten with a black gun, and one leg was wasted

"Paste this Jin angrily washed the afternoon, left the green forest, because of a lame leg, known as Fei Xin" You don't have to be surprised, now I will be called" Yang Guizi

The name of the owner of the sawmill quickly aroused the strong interest of the reporters, so the topic immediately pulled to the green forest armed forces that crisscrossed the three eastern provinces, Yang Guizi was not very polite, sat on the stone mill under the tree with a dry tobacco stick, while smoking silk cigarettes, while reminiscing about the past, not long after, everyone was immersed in the legend of this green forest.

Just when the reporters were fascinated by what they heard, a gunshot rang out, which made everyone panic for a while, and the cavalry guarding had already left, and if it was a large group of bandits, they would not be able to resist it by relying on the few earthen guns and foreign guns in the sawmill.

Soon, the man who put the gun appeared at the sawmill, but it was not a bandit, but a group of Japanese soldiers carrying plaster flags. Judging by the uniforms and numbers, they should have been the Japanese border garrison on the other side of the Tumen River.

This sawmill is located in China. Moreover, it was not a Japanese leased land, and it was said that the Japanese troops could not come in at will, so the staff member of the Political Propaganda Committee who accompanied the reporters immediately stepped forward to negotiate, but the Japanese soldiers smashed him to the ground with only the butt of their guns, and then the Japanese soldiers shouted and drove everyone in the sawmill to the timber yard, made them squat on the ground in broken Chinese, and asked who the boss was.

Without much effort, Yang was tied up by several Japanese soldiers, and then escorted him out of the timber yard and into a shed.

As soon as he entered the shed, the leading Japanese soldier closed the door, and then whispered a question to Yang Guizi.

"Captain Yang, we're not late, are we?"

"It's not too late, it's just in time. Don't be stunned, hurry up, there is kerosene in the warehouse opposite. Actually, if you want me to say, it's best for you to kill a few of those coolies, and you have to act like a little bit of acting. Yang nodded, lifted his chin, and pointed across the shed.

"Alright, it's none of your business, you can go over, we'll arrange it here. Colonel Jiang is waiting in the back mountain, and when you run for a while, don't run to the back mountain, run to other places, otherwise you will be exposed

This, the "Japanese soldier" nodded. Then he ordered several of his subordinates to escort Yang out of the shed.

Yang Guizi was escorted back to the timber yard by the "Japanese soldiers" in frustration, squatted on the ground, and howled with a sad face.

"I knew that Japan's small nose was domineering. Lao Tzu doesn't open any sawmills here. The Japanese little nose suffered a loss in Hankou, and if you don't go to Hankou to find a field, you just come here to find trouble, which is bullying the soft and afraid of the hard! ”

Yang Guizi's dry howl made the other people present a little inexplicable, not knowing what he was howling, let alone the "Japanese soldiers." What do you want to do.

However, they soon figured out the intentions of these "Japanese soldiers", and after Yang Guizi howled a few times, they saw black smoke rising from the direction of the shed, and then soon, the fire was raging there, and several buildings in the sawmill were set on fire by the "Japanese soldiers".

"Oh my house! Oh my machine! ”

Yang Guizi rolled his eyes, fell back, and leaned on Shao Zhenqing's shoulder, foaming at the mouth, "The world is not awake." In a hurry, Shao Zhenqing and several other reporters hurriedly pinched others, shouting and screaming.

When Yang Guizi "woke up", there were still bayonets and military boots of "Japanese soldiers" in front of him, and then I looked into the distance, and a group of "Japanese soldiers" had returned from the work shed, and even Yang Guizi's brass rice bowl was not spared.

"Japanese little nose, you ruined my factory, Lao Tzu fought with you!"

Yang Guizi shouted and wanted to rush over to "desperately" with the other party, but he was hugged by Shao Zhenqing and several reporters, but even so, he still received a leather boot from the "Japanese soldiers" on his shoulder, and even Shao Zhenqing and those reporters were also hit by a few rifle butts. It really hurts, and this is enough to ensure that these reporters will remember the atrocities of these Japanese soldiers.

Seeing that the buildings over there had been completely submerged in the sea of fire, the "Japanese soldiers" left the sawmill with their booty on their shoulders contentedly, and did not forget to put a burst of guns before leaving.

"Run! Everyone's running! Run with me, run with me".

Yang got up and ran, and when the others saw this, they followed him like flies to the lumber yard on the other side of the valley. When they fled to the lumberyard and joined the lumberjacks, they looked back in the direction of the sawmill, but black smoke was billowing and obscuring the sky.

Shao Zhenqing and the reporters inquired about Yang Guizi, only to learn that the "truth" turned out to be the "Japanese soldiers." Under the pretext that Yang kidnappers crossed the border to cut down trees, destroyed his factory, and ordered him to leave the place immediately.

This is Chinese territory, and what the "Japanese soldiers" are doing is undoubtedly a provocation, so several reporters immediately decided to jointly draft a telegram with the title "They even rob the copper bowl!" 》。

These angry penmen did not know that their telegram would soon lead to a war, which would go down in history.