Hearing her words, there was a faint sound of sorrow in a nearby room, apparently, they were also Japanese women from the noble clan who had been exiled to Fuzhou.

At this time, Yoko Shimazu, although she understood what was going on, somehow her mood became a little heavy.

After drinking tea, the rain became lighter, and Yoko Shimazu said goodbye and left the house and returned home, when she saw that the newspaper box at the door was already stuffed with newspapers.

In order to keep abreast of everything that was happening around her during her seclusion, so as not to run around herself, Yoko Shimazu ordered newspapers from several newspaper offices, which sent someone to deliver them to her home. The newspaper office in Fuzhou is obviously very trustworthy and delivers the newspaper as promised, just like today, because it is a rainy day, in order to prevent the newspaper from getting wet by the rain, the newspaper staff actually carefully packed all the newspapers in a bag made of tarpaulin.

Yoko Shimazu took the newspaper, went into the house, and after changing her clothes, she opened her pocket, took out the newspaper inside, and flipped through them one by one.

The first newspaper she read was the "Dian Shi Zhai Pictorial", and she has always liked this pictorial founded by Qianguo people.

The Pictorial is illustrated and easy to understand, suitable for all ages, and most of the content reported is current affairs, which is the most important thing for Yoko Shimazu.

Since the outbreak of the Southwest War in Japan, reports on Lin Yiqing have occupied a large space in the "Dianshizhai Pictorial", in fact, the reason why Lin Yiqing has so many admirers in the Qianguo country can be said to be the "Dianshizhai Pictorial" has made great contributions.

Yoko Shimazu opened a copy of "Dian Shi Zhai Pictorial", and sure enough, she saw the report about Lin Yiqing's successful return to Kyushu on Honshu Island, Japan, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

"I know. You're not going to die. If you die so easily. It's not you. ”

Yoko Shimazu carefully read this page of the pictorial. Turning the page, the second page saw a picture of the burning of the city.

In this painting, many Japanese samurai are fighting fiercely with Russian soldiers, thick smoke is billowing everywhere, shells are flying, and many houses are hit by shells fired by Russian artillery and catch fire. But the depiction is very vivid, especially in one corner of the picture, many samurai are sitting in the house, raising a fire to self-immolation, and the tragic expressions on everyone's faces are vividly depicted.

Yoko Shimazu carefully looked at the caption on the painting, and then realized that the Russian army and the Japanese government army had landed in Kokura and Hakata in the northern part of Kyushu Island respectively, and captured Fukuoka and Saga. The Saga clan would rather die than surrender, and all of them set themselves on fire.

"Sure enough...... This is also the result you want. Is it? Lin Jun? ......" Yoko Shimazu let out a faint sigh.

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Beneath the clear blue sky is a lush jungle with a layer of fresh mist above it, interspersed with meandering rivers.

Between the mountain roads, a small team of more than a dozen people is struggling to move forward in the mountain path.

In the dense tropical jungle, the air is filled with a strong rancid smell, and under the dense trees are layers of thick withered yellow leaves, and when you step into it, you will seep out black sewage that exudes a strange smell, and several fat flower-legged mosquitoes stretch out their long thin legs, flying up and down, trying to get into the underwear of these uninvited guests and bite hard.

These men came to the river, and braved the bushes that covered the sky and the sun; The path in the forest is overgrown with vines, and from time to time there are large trees blocking the way, and only with the eyes and memories of the locals can you find the hidden path.

As they walked, the retreating things on both sides had been replaced by thick trees, and the vines on the ground were hidden deeply, and the fallen leaves and dead branches on them were overwhelming, when the team stopped, and one man climbed a tree and looked forward.

In such a dense forest, it is not an easy task to deal with the soft saprolite on the ground that I don't know where it is, and how thick it is, and the dead branches and leaves on the saprolite that will turn into saprolite.

In the distance, there was the sound of a dead branch breaking, and the silhouette of a running beast faintly appeared in the eyes of the people, about seven feet ahead, but none of them waved, and their eyes were still staring straight ahead.

A strong black horse came with something on its back.

"Who?" The young Saga samurai shouted as he summoned the defeated Yu Yong. The cry passed through the empty valley like an arrow through the sky.

The black shadow on the horse stood still. When the black horse slowly approached, the warriors saw that there was a dead warrior in armor sitting on the saddle, and it seemed that he had been dead for more than two days.

His face was hidden in the shadow of his helmet, and he swayed with the horse's steps on his chest, and the tassels on his horse's chew swayed in the moistened air, drifting to the left and then to the right. Although the body in the armor is dead, the thick armor on the outside will not fall. The family crest on the armor indicates that he was also a noble samurai and a samurai leader.

The Saga samurai grabbed him by the cold ankle and lowered him from his horse.

After the helmet was removed, the Saga samurai saw that it was a very young face, his armor had many bullet holes, black blood was oozing from it, and the long knife in his hand had been broken, apparently after a heroic battle.

"Buried it!" Said the leader of the Samurai.

Two young junior samurai took shovels and began to dig a pit, while another Saga samurai stepped forward to arrange the remains of the deceased as a sign of their respect for the samurai who died heroically.

Whether it was when the Saga samurai was dragging people or digging a pit, the girl about twelve or thirteen years old, who was guarded by everyone, stood aside and was silent. Only when the pit was dug and the Saga samurai was ready to carry the body into the pit did she say, "Wait a minute." ”

The samurai stopped. He looked at her in amazement.

The girl stepped forward lightly. Leaning over and gently probing his hand under the thick armor on the deceased's chest. After fumbling for a while, he took out a book that was sticking to the blood.

It is a beautifully bound booklet, and the cover is full of gilded French letters, but in some places, it has been soaked in blood.

"What kind of book is this? Miss Eto? An elderly Saga samurai asked.

The girl looked at the sunlight shining diagonally on the young man's face, and replied softly, "It's Rousseau's Treatise on the People." ”

Listening to the answer of this girl, Haruko Eto, the daughter of Eto Shinpei, the samurai were stunned.

Influenced by Eto Shinpei, they certainly knew what the book "The Covenant of the People" was about. But what they didn't expect was that such a book would be found in the arms of a samurai.

Haruko Eto held the bloodstained book in both hands, hugged it to her chest, looked at the dead young samurai, and said softly, "Brave man, why are you here?" Have you run so many miles just to die in this beautiful place that is secluded and uninhabited? Are you here to inform me of the helplessness of fate and the eternity of death? Now your soul has become the breeze of the woods, the grass that nourishes the earth, and you have become a part of this world. The turmoil in the world has nothing to do with you - if this is everyone's fate, I wish I had enough courage to face it. ”

I listened to the girl's words like a prayer. The Saga samurai were sad for a while.

A Saga samurai shoved dirt on that dead face and said the eulogy: "I don't know who you are, you did not escape the clutches of the enemy, but you have sent us precious mounts, and if we all escape with our lives, we must thank you well." But what do you need? Now you don't have to worry about the cold guns from behind, and now your body will be one with the earth, and you won't have to worry about any nuisances. Brave people, you can die peacefully, but we still have to continue the pursuit of the samurai. The samurai's journey is still long, and the samurai cannot afford to waste this short time. We still have enough courage to seek our glory, to achieve victory, and we will one day present it to you—and we will not change anything about it, no matter what happens. ”

The trees in the forest are very tall, and their branches are hidden in the black night sky, and I don't know what kind of flowers seem to fall from the sky, and they fall on people. They come in two colors, pale red and gray-blue.

Haruko Eto reached out and caught one of them. She gazed at the flowers, her crisp face was frozen blue in the rain, her long black eyelashes hanging down her pale cheeks, and the warriors could hear her soft breathing.

Her father was dead, the city of her homeland had collapsed, the people had fled, everything she had was gone, but her face was still so beautiful.

The beauty of this young girl alone is enough to make the savage Lucians search for her everywhere, right? It's a long way from Saga, but it's not beyond the Lucia army's sphere of influence, but as long as Haruko Eto is alive and can still breathe out the breath of the flowers, the Lucian pursuers won't let go of the remnants of this extinct feudal kingdom, right? The samurai looked at her and thought to themselves.

And how did the Saga samurai let her fall into the hands of the Lucia? The samurai wanted to find a way to keep her safe forever, a way to be with her forever. The samurai loved her so much. This love is like a smoldering flame, slowly devouring the samurai's heart and flesh, this love is the action of touching the samurai's elbow when she is hungry, this love is the love she wearily curls up on the wet leaves, this love is waiting outside the grove, listening to the sound of peeing coming from inside.

The samurai suppressed the stormy love in his heart, and silently helped her to his horse, only to look with jealousy at the petals that she had crushed under her legs.

In the dark woods, the samurai continued on their way, and then they saw the legendary undead ninjas.

They suddenly appeared in the glade, and at first they seemed to be chaotic images.

Haruko Eto gripped the stiff rope in her hand tightly and looked at them with fear and awe.

"General, is this the place where you undead ninjas live? They look so pickled and dirty, can they really help us escape the death that is in hot pursuit? The Saga samurai leader recognized them and asked.

The ninjas were motionless, and they looked haggard. It should have also experienced a bloody battle. Their tattered garments were covered with heather and lichens. Wild rhododendrons bloom on their knees; Their skin is covered with dark moss. The eyelids were covered with white dust; Their feet seemed to go deep into the mud of the ground, where they took root.

There were two people who seemed to be playing chess under the pine tree, but the chessboard was covered with mushrooms and pothos, and they could not see the position of the chess pieces clearly, they were unmoved, and still bowed their heads in contemplation; Another ninja seemed to be playing the harp cross-legged, but the samurai couldn't hear the tune. In fact, when stepping into this clearing. The warriors heard a lone plucked metal sound that slowly passed through the dark space of the understory like a zigzag wavy line, and then slammed into two pieces on a crooked-necked tree, each drifting to the left and right. The samurai waited for a long time, but did not hear a second sound. Maybe before the first one reaches the end of the world, the other will catch up slowly.

These people are indeed alive, but their movements are unbearably slow.

It is difficult for the samurai to comprehend, these people once had a glorious history and bloomed on the long river of Kyushu history. Like the brightest flowers, but now they just sit here. Motionless, like a fallen stone statue.

The Saga warriors walked from east to west, shouting language that grew more and more rude because of the noise, but no one stepped forward to pay attention to them.

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At this time, the Spanish convoy was moving at a speed of 13 knots at a distance of 80 nautical miles, and the destroyer "Churuka" under the command of Lieutenant Commander Prado was the outpost of the fleet, Captain Santos, the commander and captain of the fleet, was in charge of the heavy cruiser "Balearics" to provide direct cover for the transport, and the destroyer "Admiral Fernández" under the command of Lieutenant Commander Aznar was in the rear position. Based on the design of the "London" class heavy cruiser, the "Balearic" freeboard is tall and floating, and has better wave resistance; However, the "Churuka" class, which is based on the design of the destroyers of the H-class fleet, is not so stable, and both destroyers have experienced a relatively serious short-term rollover, and the crews are miserable. The mast of the "Balearic" is equipped with the "Richstein-2" sea search radar developed by the Germans, but the Germans, who like precision and ingenuity, obviously did not consider the possibility of the radar being used in such bad sea conditions, so although this radar is turned on, there is a clutter on the screen, and it is impossible to distinguish which one is just the spray of the waves and which one is a valuable target, which also plays a role in psychological comfort.

When the distance between the two sides was shortened to 40 nautical miles, the Eighth Mine-Catcher Detachment, which had been in a long snake formation, began to change formations, and the No. 3 and No. 4 ships, the "Gangyong" and "Zhongyong," left the queue to form a new attack formation. In order not to delay the fighters, the firing rights of each ship were delegated to the captain, and there was no need to report to the detachment commander, but the flagship should be informed of the location of the ship and the enemy ship through a signal, so as not to let the flagship lose control of the fleet, which is also the fundamental reason for the achievements of the Eighth Minecatcher Detachment in the past few years.

When the Eighth Minehunter Detachment put on an attack posture, the Spaniards were still confused and unaware, and the distance between the two sides had been shortened to less than twenty-five nautical miles, Jin Yucheng stood up from the command seat, "Start attacking, God bless Huaxia!" ”

It was 3:52 a.m. on May 11, 1943.

According to the standard attack routine of minefishers, each ship turned full throttle, increased its speed to 41 knots, and charged at full speed towards the target, and it was only then that the lookout post on the "Chuluka", which was headed by the Spanish fleet, discovered the menacing eighth mine-catcher detachment. And at this moment, there is still a snowflake on the radar display of the "Balearics".

"Emergency alert! It's Chinese! "The Spaniards sounded the alarm for the first level of combat readiness in a panic, and the hatches on the deck were opened, and the sleepy-eyed sailors ran towards their positions with their hands in their sleeves." The four 203-mm main turrets in front and behind the Balearic began to slowly turn in the direction of the Chinese warship's attack. The bullet picker "creaked" and squeaked, extracting the 8-inch warhead and kit from the ammunition depot and transporting it to the gun position. The eight 120-mm guns on the two destroyers were ready a little faster, and the fanatical Spanish sailors, not waiting for the officer's orders, had already fired the first round of shells in the direction they thought the Chinese warship was coming. Of course, there can be no accuracy in such a shot.

The fire from the destroyer's guns revealed their position, "The target course is 245, the direction is southwest, the speed is estimated to reach 28 knots in five minutes, and the guns are set to shoot!" "On the four minehunters, the gunnery officer and the torpedo chief officer were busy directing the sailors to input the target elements into the fire control and ballistic computers, and although they had reached the maximum range of the torpedoes, they had to get closer to be on the safe side.

"Your Highness, the target is 15 nautical miles away from us!"

"Order the right rudder 50 degrees, fire as soon as you complete the turn - make sure to deal with the 'Balearics' in the shortest possible time!"

"Yes! Right rudder 50, turn to fire immediately after completion. (To be continued......)