As soon as Mei Youlan's words fell, Jiang Xiaoxian and Zhao Bingyi were stunned, Zhuang Jihua smiled secretly in his stomach, but he reproached on his face: "Little sister, don't talk nonsense, it's understandable that Jian Xiao has concerns," and then turned to Jiang Xiaoxian: "But Jian Xiao, what are you going to do with these people?" ”

Zhuang Jihua's words are to the point, Jiang Xiaoxian is embarrassed by these people, kill them, the reaction is too great; Just keep it closed, it doesn't seem like a solution.

"It's difficult," Jiang Xiaoxian sighed and said, "You can't kill and kill, you can't let go and let go, and there are still people protesting every once in a while, and you can't bother the principal with this little thing." ”

Seeing Jiang Xiaoxian's distressed appearance, Zhuang Jihua stood up and took two steps forward: "It's not a good way to lock them up like this." ”

"Hey, who said it wasn't," Zhao Bingyi sighed: "This prison is full, according to my temper, kill the big suspect first." ”

Li Zhilong suddenly smiled: "There are nearly 100,000 students in Beiping, so your prison needs to be repaired." ”

"The people are not afraid of death, but why are they afraid of death," Zhuang Jihua slowly paced to the window with a solemn expression: "In the 14th year of the Republic of China, the Shanghai Wuxi tragedy, the Guangzhou Shaji tragedy, Jiujiang, Hankou, and Wanxian counties, there were many tragedies, the Chinese were killed and injured, and the foreigners thought that blood could scare the Chinese, but as a result, were the Chinese frightened?" Sword roar, these are all things that we have personally experienced, blood cannot frighten the Chinese, it can only inspire greater protest anger. ”

Zhuang Jihua's words silenced the people in the room, they were all personal participants in the Great Revolution, and the turbulent days left them unforgettable memories.

Mei Youlan didn't have that experience, looking at the heavy expressions of everyone in the room, her eyes rolled around a few times and suddenly smiled: "Cousin, in fact, I think this matter is easy to do, don't be embarrassed." ”

"Oh, what's the best way to do it, cousin?" Jiang Xiaoxian looked at her suspiciously: "It's not okay to let them go like this." ”

"Isn't it okay to be locked up," Mei Youlan sneered: "Doesn't the eldest brother need people to go to Sichuan, and it's also troublesome for you to keep these people, so it's better to hand them over to the eldest brother and let the eldest brother take them to Sichuan, so that you will be at peace and Beiping will be quiet." ”

Zhuang Jihua looked at Mei Youlan a little surprised, he didn't tell her what he thought, but she didn't expect her to think of it herself.

Jiang Xiao first looked at Mei Youlan and then at Zhuang Jihua: "Cultural Revolution, is this your idea?" ”

Zhuang Jihua shook his head, Mei Youlan raised her eyebrows and said coquettishly: "Cousin, don't look down on people, this is what I just thought, do you think this idea will work." ”

Zhao Bingyi's heart moved, and he suddenly asked in an inquiring tone: "Miss Biao, are you going to Sichuan too?" ”

"Well," Mei Youlan nodded: "I'll take a look, if the eldest brother finds a mine, I will invest in mining, originally I wanted to set up a trading company, but my aunt said that mining is better." What do you think, cousin? ”

Absolutely, just right, not only raised Song Meiling's brand, but also did not leave the handle behind, and left them endless space for reverie, Zhuang Jihua secretly praised in his heart, he didn't know that this girl had been loved by Old Man Mei since she was a child, and it was common to do things under the banner of the old man.

Jiang Xiaoxian and Zhao Bingyi suddenly realized in their hearts, no wonder this girl is so concerned about Zhuang Jihua's affairs, it turns out that it is still Song Meiling's sake, opening a mine, I am afraid that there are Song Meiling's shares there.

Jiang Xiaoxian and Zhao Bingyi exchanged glances and understood each other's thoughts, Jiang Xiaoyi thought about it first and then said, "My cousin's idea is good, but are those people willing?" ”

Zhuang Jihua turned to look at Jiang Xiaoxian and Zhao Bingyi: "I think, I can talk to them." ”

The Kualanzi Military Prison, which is guarded by the 3rd Military Police Regiment, is not very large in Hokkaido, and in the center is a courtyard for prisoners to give lectures and lectures from the prison authorities, and from here there are more than 20 rooms on each side of the north and south, and more than 800 people are densely packed inside, more than half of whom are students.

At this moment, all these students are concentrated in the small courtyard, many of them are still wearing torn school uniforms, and a few are still wrapped in bandages, and there are obvious blood stains on their clothes.

Zhuang Jihua stood alone on the podium, facing the obviously hostile gaze below, and began his most difficult speech.

"Students, I was entrusted by your teacher to come to see you," Zhuang Jihua said in a low voice, and only after seeing these students did he know how difficult it was to resolve their hostility: "I know why you are here, and I also know that at this moment you are full of resentment in your hearts, because you are beaten and unjustly treated, you resent the political axe, resented them for betraying the country, resented them for suppressing your demonstrations; Is that so? I have nothing to say about suppressing your demonstrations, but I will never agree to say that the Kuomintang has betrayed the country, but the way of political axe is different from your way, so I would like to discuss with my classmates how to resist it. ”

"What is there to explore! If the political axe does not send troops to recover the three eastern provinces, it is a betrayal! A student with a northeastern accent shouted.

"Yes!" A female classmate also shouted that there were about 100 girls among the students, all wearing sky-blue tops and black skirts.

With the words of the two, the students in the audience began to get excited again.

"Patriotism is not guilty!"

"Recover the three eastern provinces!"

…

Zhuang Jihua was still experienced in dealing with these young and emotional students, he didn't open his mouth and stopped the warden's actions, just silently waited for them to calm down.

The students shouted slogans excitedly, but seeing that Zhuang Jihua did not move, they gradually realized that the person who came today was different from usual. Zhuang Jihua also noticed that several of the students were looking around, and it seemed that they were observing the prison guards with loaded guns on the high walls around them, but in fact they were passing messages to each other, because as soon as they moved, there were people around them who immediately rose up to respond. Zhuang Jihua concluded that they or someone around them had a very high prestige among the students.

Taking advantage of the students' voices, Zhuang Jihua immediately interjected: "Since it comes to resistance, I will talk about resistance, I am a professional in this regard, I may not be able to compare with you, compared to physics and chemistry, but when it comes to war, I am definitely more professional than you." Let's start by talking about what the war is fought? Can anyone tell me? ”

The students were dumbfounded, they had blood, but they were still outsiders to the war.

"We are not afraid of sacrifice! We have 450,000,000 compatriots, and as long as our 45,000,000,000 compatriots unite, we will be able to defeat imperialism! ”

"Down with imperialism!"

"We will win!"

Zhuang Jihua let out a sigh of relief, he simply walked down, walked into the middle of the students, and then raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then said loudly.

"The classmates said that they are not afraid of sacrifice, and I am not afraid, if sacrifice can recover the three eastern provinces, then I don't mind sacrificing with my classmates."

"Ma Zhanshanjiangqiao fought the war, and there were hundreds of thousands of volunteers in the northeast, why did they fail in the end, the best result was only one or two partial victories."

"That's better than you not firing a shot!" Someone among the students shouted.

"General Zhang Xueliang threw away the three eastern provinces without letting go of a single shot, as a soldier, I think this is a shame, a great shame," Zhuang Jihua said loudly with a stern face: "Just now you said that 450 million compatriots can defeat Yu himself if they unite, this is correct, but the question is whether our 450 million compatriots are united?" No! If we have 450,000,000 compatriots united as one, we will not dare to look at us squarely, let alone invade and occupy the Northeast; If we have 450,000,000 compatriots united as one, who in this world dares to look at us squarely, and will foreigners still dare to run rampant in China? ”

Zhuang Jihua's emotions began to stir: "We have 450,000 compatriots, 45,000 compatriots who are divided, and people in the cities are beginning to realize the national crisis, but what about the vast countryside? What do the peasants who have never even left the village in their lifetime think? Will they agree? ”

"The war is fought against the country's industry, but do we have it? We don't, we can't build heavy artillery, we can't build planes, we can't build tanks, so once a full-scale war starts, the result is self-evident, we will lose all the land in the east, including the North China Plain, Shandong, Jiangnan, all the ports, and the people in these areas will live a miserable life under the iron heel of the Kou. ”

"Hmph, we shouldn't resist according to your opinion? Just let the enemy attack? A student rushed to Zhuang Jihua, blushing and tearfully questioning: "You..., you are a coward!" Coward! ”

After speaking, a mouthful of thick phlegm spit on Zhuang Jihua's body, two soldiers hurriedly stepped forward to twist him, the young man struggled violently, and the surrounding students also shouted loudly, Zhuang Jihua hurriedly shouted: "Let him go, let him go." ”

The soldier let go of the young student, Zhuang Jihua took out a handkerchief to wipe the phlegm on his body, stepped forward to pat the young man on the shoulder, looked him in the eye and said: "Good look, have guts, have courage, maintain such courage, you will definitely be able to really contribute to the resistance." ”

"However, I want to tell you that I have said all this, in no way to say that we should not resist, but that if the enemy attacks, of course we must resist, not only to resist, but also to fight back, and when the war is over, our flag should be planted in Tokyo, on the roof of the Emperor's Palace."

"Students, the sound of gunfire is in your ears, the cold light of the enemy's bayonets is flickering, the moment of chanting slogans has passed, and it is time to take action. Are you willing to contribute to the resistance? ”

Zhuang Jihua had already suppressed the students present, and the subsequent inflammatory remarks stirred up the emotions of the students who were already a little excited.

"I'd rather die for resistance than be a slave to the country!"

Hundreds of arms were immediately raised in unison, and the slogans shook the sky.

"In the end, it is the arrogance of Whampoa, and he can endure this." Zhao Bingyi, who was observing on the courtyard wall, shook his head and sighed, saying that it was obvious that the situation had been successfully controlled by Zhuang Jihua, and the students had begun to accept him.

"What is this, pediatrics," Jiang Xiaoxian said unscrupulously: "The Sichuan army is better than these dolls, and he will not be obedient to it." ”

Jiang Xiao turned around and left after finishing speaking, and Zhao Bingyi hurriedly stopped him: "You don't look at it." ”

"What else is there to see, these people can't escape the palm of the Cultural Revolution." Jiang Xiao said without looking back.

(To be continued)