The central square in the south of Manchuria, opposite the parliamentary government office, is the Manchester Radio station building. It is called a building, but it is just a two-story house with a signal tower nearly 20 meters high built on top of it, which is used to house the radio line.

Manchester City Radio, now a subsidiary of the state-owned Energy Demand Group, has such a strange subordinate management relationship that has been slandered by the former Ministry of Telecommunications for a long time.

For a limited number of times a day, the radio station will broadcast simple programs, including news and music. The news content is lackluster, even more boring than the old-fashioned news broadcasts of later generations. Hundreds of stock music, even one per day, are on the verge of being overplayed. However, at present, the main business of radio stations is the communication of government administrative information, and under the condition of limited equipment points, there is still a long way to go before real civilian broadcasting is carried out.

But none of this is enough to thwart the ambitions of some people who are trying to create a broadcast media empire, at least a lot of the preliminary work, and some people here have not stopped.

In March, the "grand launch" of the Stone Radio was launched, which is currently the easiest "mass-produced" broadcast signal receiving device. After the catastrophe, a large number of ordinary capacitors, ceramic speakers, and some waste coils that have no industrial value are dismantled and recycled in scrapped sea ships and various locomotives.

Their first customers were the Army, which is now installed at a number of Army garrisons, including the Inner Bay Fortress in Manchester City, the North Bay Fortress on Long Island and the North West Point Military Base in West Point.

From April, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 8 p.m. Throughout the United States of America, one of the few shortwave radio stations or radios in the United States of America, there would be a unique ethereal and soft singing voice of a young girl.

It is said that Captain He Yu, the commander-in-chief of the army garrison in the Changdao New Area, who heard this song for the first time, spit out all the wine that had been swallowed in his throat on the spot, and then stared blankly at the radio without saying a word.

The eternal "Lily Marlene", still in Chinese, is being interpreted in a delicate style that is completely different from history.

In an empty room with a nice decoration, similar to some kind of practice ground. A European girl wearing a Western-style dress of "Yang Wenwen" is standing in the center of the room, holding a list with staves and lyrics in her hand. Looking at the broadcast microphone in front of him in a daze.

On the opposite side of the girl, next to a large glass wall in the upper part, an operator of a radio station flips the radio switch. By the way, a thumbs up.

After the simple prelude to the guitar, the girl began to sing, and the lyrics flowed out like a stream, without the impression of all kinds of amorous and infatuation, but replaced with a pure, girlish murmur.

Not far from the girl, a European musician, holding a Latin guitar in his arms, accompanied the girl's singing with an intoxicated smile.

On the other side, by the door, a young Chinese man in a suit and leather shoes was quietly watching this qiē.

Just a few minutes passed. End of broadcast. The girl breathed a long sigh of relief, and seemed to be extremely nervous about this kind of singing that had been repeated countless times. The Chinese youth at the door clapped his hands gently, and as soon as the girl turned around, her face turned red, and she quickly lowered her head.

"Congratulations. It's progress again, Jenny. The Chinese youth walked over and waved his hand, and the European musician hurriedly retreated.

"Thank you, Mr. Cheng."

It has been a year since she came to North America, and even Jenny, who has been working and living at Radio Manchester City from West Point for 10 months, still can't speak Mandarin fluently.

In the eyes of others. She really didn't have any talent for languages, and she might be reluctant to listen, but she struggled to speak, and she couldn't do the job of a radio station at all. Just as the radio station was about to knock her out, a young Chinese stopped her. …,

Cheng Daxiong, before the crossing was an ordinary white-collar worker who studied business management, but also a guitar master and music lover, and now the founder of the music program of Manchester City Radio, and even the only one who believes in Christ.

A young man who has his own understanding of music has long discovered that this English girl has a soft and delicate voice that others can't match.

He quickly tailored this singing career for Jenny, and even opened a small stove for the other party to teach modern music knowledge and singing skills. It turns out that everyone must have their own unique advantages when they lack something, and Jenny belongs to this type of typical.

Like hieroglyphic staves, Jenny can hum from beginning to end in almost a few days without hindrance. Then, it was to learn the basic singing skills and forcibly recite the lyrics, and then there was today's scene.

"It seems that we need to change the audience's tastes next time." Cheng Daxiong walked up with a smile, touched Jenny's hand intentionally or unintentionally, and moved closer, "I wrote a special song for you, called "The Face of the Moon is Secretly Changing", I believe that everyone who hears it will go crazy for you." ”

In a special group of people who fabricate, plagiarize, and tamper with popular trends, it is more like a compliment to say who is cheeky, such as the current Cheng Daxiong, whose manuscripts have regarded countless classic songs of later generations as his own achievements.

The little hand was pinched by the tall Chinese magnate in front of her, and the girl Jenny's face was even redder, and she could only respond softly and nod slightly.

"Hehe, go to the restaurant across the street for a drink, and I'll take you home."

I heard that a certain literary and artistic young man who was idle in the state-owned agriculture, forestry, fishery and animal husbandry group had opened a petty bourgeois "Lala Zhen Food Shop" in the southern district of Mancheng City. Except for a few in North America, almost all of the juice ingredients used are preserved and imported from the Azores with special saltpeter ice-making devices, and the owner claims to be good at making all kinds of fruit drinks and snacks in China and the West.

Specializing in the upscale neighborhood of the southern part of Manchester City, where the nouveau riche live, the price of a small cake and a glass of juice is almost the salary of an average European mechanic in a day.

"I still have to go back to the dormitory and do laundry......"

As soon as I heard the name of the store. The girl was even more embarrassed, not knowing whether to nod or shake her head, but just lowered her head.

"Hehe, I've already arranged a special apartment for you, and I'll move in tomorrow! If you hire a nanny, you will be taken care of in the future, and you will practice singing. Other than that. I think you must look good in the 'Yang Wenwen' brand Chinese costume palace costume, let's go and see it tomorrow." ”

Cheng Daxiong smiled chic and held the other party's back with one hand. Almost irrefutable, he took the girl with him.

On the street illuminated by windproof oil lamps, Cheng Daxiong took a European girl to easily walk into Lala's Zhen Restaurant, which was luxuriously lit with snow-white energy-saving lamps. Maybe when they come out, the money spent will wake up any European family from a dream.

The sound of your familiar, soft footsteps.

I crave to hear it almost day and night.

Now I happen to know that I want to go to the front,

God knew if he could stand by the skylight again.

Only with you, Lily Marlene.

Only with you, Lily Marlene.

……

In an army camp in the Long Island New District of Manchester, a group of soldiers crowded in front of a loudspeaker in the corner, one by one, intoxicated, quietly listening to the lyrics of every note floating out of the gadget until there was no longer any signal.

Dull 17th century, even more boring 17th century army. In just over a month. The officers and men of the army fell in love with this music that seemed to penetrate into their hearts, especially its singer, the girl with a soft voice that made the hearts of all soldiers melt. …,

At this time, every soldier in the army regarded every Monday, Wednesday and Friday night as a special holiday, in order to be able to hear the song "Lily Marlene".

"Jenny's voice is so good! Sergeant Scott. You should regret that you didn't leave her in West Point in the first place! She is now locked in a deserted palace like a princess! However, she will always be the pride of our West Point town! ”

Private 1st Class, who is also from West Point, looked at the speaker with an unsatisfied look on his face at this time, while looking north, which is the direction of the southern district of Mancheng on the other side of the East River.

"Jenny has found her best path, and I'm happy for her."

Sergeant Scott smiled indifferently. But there was happiness in his eyes that could not be concealed. Because, just today, he finally received Jenny's reply to himself, although dozens of Chinese characters are almost illegible, but Scott feels an indescribable tenderness and innocence from it.

The letter said that tomorrow, Jenny promised to come to the dock to see her off. The thought of Jeanne waving her hand at the dock made Scott's heart burn.

"But Sergeant, it sounds depressing, is it more passionate than our military song? I think when she leaves, she should sing the military song. ”

The only one who wasn't crammed into the crowd was the incomplete Private Makarov, a former Bohemian mercenary sitting in front of his bed, carefully wiping the 22A rifle, several parts of the metal parts neatly arranged on the table, each one polished to a shiny finish.

A hostile gaze came, and Makarov shrugged his shoulders and quickly lowered his head and assembled his rifle.

"Sergeant Scott, why would we go all the way to occupy an island hundreds of miles away?" Jonah returned to the bedside, sorting out his backpack, quite reluctant to be in the comfort of the barracks now, "Bermuda? I've never heard of it, so is there some treasure buried there? ”

"That's a question for the big guys, at least this time you can get a big combat perk, Jonah, haven't you always wanted to find a chance to really go head-to-head with the barbarians?" The sarcastic Irish soldier jumped at the chance.

"But I hate boats!" Jonah remembered the nightmarish experience at sea in the New World more than a year ago, and his face turned slightly pale.

"Okay, it's almost 21 o'clock, everyone rest early, we will board the ship early tomorrow morning." Scott clapped his hands, and the room was filled with complaints.

Thursday, May 12, 1622, early morning.

In the military wharf area of the Long Island New District of Manchester City, under the propaganda of "recovering the legitimate interests belonging to the Chinese American Republic", thousands of European-American residents waited outside the military cordon early, and everyone was waiting eagerly.

“…… As a member of all the nations favored by the highest gods in this world, we have the duty, the duty, and the right to build a glorious kingdom on this land, to uphold justice, to uphold justice, and to embrace this legitimate interest that has been ours since time immemorial...... Our powerful army and navy are about to set off, and this is the sacred mission entrusted to these fighters by history! ”

On the radio, I don't know which one is shouting all kinds of inexplicable bloody slogans hoarsely, I don't know if it is effective, but at least his voice and this manuscript supposedly from the Minister of Homeland Security Liu Yun blended in with the hustle and bustle.

Two beautiful light cruisers had already left the dock first, and the naval flag fluttering on the high masts swayed in the wind. The officers and men lined up neatly on the side of the ship with solemn expressions, and on the shore, the families of the European sailors shook their hands vigorously and shouted their names one by one.

More than 70 officers and men of two reinforced infantry platoons walked from the end of the street in a neat column, all in straight uniforms, carrying military bags, helmets and guns. At the front of the procession, piccolos and drummers from the marching band played the March of the Soldiers. …,

“…… The American Republic of China, my motherland, as long as you let us continue to fight, for you, we dare to overturn the whole world! ”

When Brigadier General Chen Liwen "personally" composed the "March of the Soldiers" was played in public for the first time, it caused a lot of heckling in the Congress, because even the army commander had fallen into the ground and began to plagiarize history.

However, its ontology, the "Ode to the Emperor Friedrich", did not exist until the 18th century, so now it is obvious that the copyright belongs to Chen Liwen.

The military music was repeated three times, and when the army lieutenant Deng Jian, the commander-in-chief of land operations, turned to salute the army commander on the side, Brigadier General Chen Liwen, the residents who were sending off erupted in cheers.

In the queue, Sergeant Scott held his chest up like the rest of the soldiers, but his eyes were on the crowd. Row after row, almost every woman who comes into view is an unfamiliar face.

“…… In this operation, the navy provided artillery cover, and the difficulty of the operation was very low, and there was no complete certainty, so there was no need to force a landing! Chen Liwen cautiously explained the details he had in mind to his subordinates, and the lieutenant in front of him listened almost without blinking.

Deng Jian, who once fought against the Pecots in the early days of the establishment of West Point Town, although he was just an ordinary dock worker before, showed perseverance and wit comparable to that of a professional soldier in the battle, so he was promoted by He Yu as soon as possible after the war, and now he has become a lieutenant.

The boarding boards of the Hussar Flying Clippers were opened, the Soldier's March sounded again, and the infantry began to board one by one. Sergeant Scott finally couldn't take it anymore and walked back onto the boat step by step.

At the last glance before entering the cabin, the crowd on the dock still did not see the figure of the girl who had been thinking about it for a long time. (Your support on this site is my biggest motivation.) )