After the successful attack on Pearl Harbor, the whole of Japan was in a state of excitement and boiling. The whole country cheered, and countless soldiers and civilians poured into the streets of Tokyo to start the carnival, shouting "Long live the Emperor!" "Japan will win!" Some people even rushed to the embassies of the United States, Britain and other countries and began to openly show off.

The rise of populism has led the Japanese military and most of the population to believe that the days when they were humiliated by the Western world are over. Now, after years of development and growth, they have enough strength to go to war with the world and will defeat the world!

However, after the victory of the operation, the commander of the Japanese Navy, Isoroku Yamamoto, who planned the operation, locked himself in his room, and for a whole day he did not open the door to meet the guests, and even refused the congratulations of his colleagues.

Unlike some fanatics in the military department and those stupid ordinary people with simple heads and easy to be fooled by the upper echelons, Yamamoto Isoroku is a person who makes a calm judgment. He used to live in the United States, and in his spare time he rode his bicycle around the streets of the United States, and he was as familiar with the United States as his home country. He saw the strength of the United States and the strength of the country's military mobilization capacity, so he knew the United States and Japan better than most Japanese.

Japan's level of science and technology, its ability to mobilize for war, and its ability to mobilize for war are far from those of the United States, so naturally it does not have the ability to compete with them. What's more, this so-called sneak attack plan was not a success.

Judging by the feedback from the front, several aircraft carriers of the US Pacific Fleet have disappeared, and some important facilities have been properly concealed. Did the Americans already know about this in advance? Could it be that these are all a trap for the Americans?

Yamamoto Fifty-six couldn't help but think about it, but there was no sign to verify his guess, so presumably these were just speculations.

Forget it, leave him alone! Yamamoto Fifty-six simply put his mind down and stopped thinking about it. He knew very well in his heart that it no longer mattered whether the sneak attack was successful or not, that the presence or absence of these three aircraft carriers could no longer be changed, and that the current results would allow the Japanese Navy to maintain an advantage in the Pacific Ocean for one to two years.

Yamamoto knew that they had awakened a giant, but before the giant could fully swing his fist, they had to give the giant a punch!

Those who share Yamamoto's views are almost extinct in the Japanese military, but that doesn't mean they don't exist. Ishihara Waner, who is still in northeastern China, which the Japanese call "Manchuria," is one of them.

As early as when the Japanese high command decided on the strategy of going south, Ishihara felt that this was a ridiculous decision. However, the people in the military department are like Wang Ba eating a scale, and they are determined to do this.

Naturally, Ishihara also knew that it was not that these people did not know the result of the confrontation with Britain and the United States, but that they imposed a blockade on Japan, and the oil support was only enough to last for about half a year, and if it did not find a new source, then Japan would either start withdrawing its troops from China and lose the war; Either they were counterattacked by the Chinese army, and they were defeated because there was no oil.

On balance, it seems that going south is the preferable option. But this choice is terrible.

Ishihara didn't want to ask too much about these things, so he grabbed the Leica camera he had just bought and began to walk towards the suburbs.

It's early winter in Northeast China, and the first snow of the year just fell a few days ago, and it's like salt in the air, and the dots are starting to dot the earth.

The vast scenery outside was really intoxicating, his hands were itching, and he had added new equipment, so he was ready to go out and take pictures.

Ishihara doesn't have many hobbies, he is different from ordinary Japanese officers, they all like to drink and prostitute, but Ishihara only likes to study Chinese people, and the only things he usually wears are a saber and a camera.

Change into tweed coats and have the guards prepare their cars for the outskirts. After a moment of tidying up, the guards told him that he was ready and ready to go.

Ishihara picked up his camera and prepared to board the car. At this time, a staff officer on duty ran over and said, "Your Excellency Chief of Staff, Commander Umezu, please go and convene an emergency military meeting." ”

Ishihara glanced at his watch, it was now more than eleven o'clock at noon, and a military meeting was held during this time period, so there must be something big to say.

"Okay, just say I'll be there right away." Ishihara handed the camera to his guards and walked towards the military conference room.

When I arrived at the conference room, it was already full. The generals on both sides were spitting and flying around, they were chattering about something, and the commander of the Kwantung Army, Umezu Mijiro, was sitting in the middle and rubbing his head, it seemed that the situation today was not very good.

Everyone ignored Ishihara's arrival, he was an unlikable guy. Ishihara knew this as well, and he snorted coldly and walked over to his seat and sat down.

Looking at the materials he had visited in front of him, Ishihara had a general understanding of the theme of today's meeting. It turned out that the Tokyo base camp issued an order to attack the Kwantung Army, requiring them to complete control of the entire territory of Manchuria by the end of the year, and plan to establish a Manchukuo government.

After reading it, Ishihara put the photocopied document aside and shook his head to himself. Everyone knows the current situation of the Kwantung Army, not to mention that Jinzhou was defeated, but the troops who drove away Zhang Xueliang's counterattack gave them a headache.

Everyone was still talking about it, one saying that more troops should be sent, and the other saying that Jinzhou should be directly attacked, in short, there was no right topic.

"In my opinion, we should not immediately carry out the orders of the Tokyo base camp." Ishihara's words were astonishing, and everyone stopped discussing and focused their eyes on him.

"Ishihara-kun, if you have any high opinions, you can't help but say it." Umezu Mijiro told her that although he didn't like Ishihara, he recognized her talents. This guy always gets to the point.

Ishihara played with the teacup in his hand and said, "Do you still have the ability to attack Jinzhou at present?" ”

Seeing that no one answered, Ishihara continued to fiddle with the teacup and said casually: "What matters now is to raise and establish a political regime to make Manchuria independent of the Nanjing government. Take Manchuria as a base and then launch an attack on the surrounding areas. At present, the strength of our army is not enough for a full-scale offensive against China, and it is time to shrink the front. ”

I thought that he would come up with some profound opinions, but I didn't expect him to continue to repeat his old views. Umezu Mijiro waved his hand and motioned for the others to continue speaking.

Ishihara put down the teacup in his hand and said, "The current attack is really the stupidest idea. After the establishment of the regime, we can use China to control China and use the Chinese to deal with the Chinese. In addition to this, we should also mobilize troops from Korea and other places to increase the military strength of our army in Manchuria, so it is absolutely impossible to take an offensive now. ”

After Ishihara finished speaking, everyone still ignored it. The top generals of the Kwantung Army continued to discuss how to carry out the offensive, and he could only sit there with a sigh and then say nothing.

……

When Huang Zhengzhong moved to Wuhan with the families of the last officials in the defense of Nanjing, he left Nanjing with his mother Zhao Xiaowan. After all, people are selfish, and at first Huang Ke promulgated the war management measures, stipulating that officials and immediate family members were not allowed to leave Nanjing, but now that this regulation has been abolished, naturally there is nothing to say.

He himself could choose not to go, but he couldn't make a choice for his wife and children.

After Huang Zhengzhong moved to the rear, he found Aunt Fu Jin, who was running an education in various places, and said that he wanted to help her do something.

Fu Jin saw that he was still young, so he persuaded him to continue his studies.

So, Huang Zhengzhong applied for the admissions examination of Southwest Associated University by himself and successfully passed the exam. Huang Ke was very relieved to learn about this, Southwest Associated University is a peak in the history of modern education in China, and countless celebrities in later generations have come from this school, and his son can study here, so he can naturally learn something.

Huang Zhengzhong didn't expect his father to support him, so he happily went. At the beginning of the Battle of Nanjing, he began his career as a student at Southwest Associated University.

The day of reporting soon came, and Huang Zhengzhong came to the Southwest Associated University with a roll of cool mats and quilts and other items to report. However, when he arrived at the school, he realized that it was a very different university from the university he had imagined.

There are rows of thatched houses, some of which don't even have windows, and there are a lot of water stains in the yard, which looks like a university, and it is even worse than an ordinary farmhouse courtyard.

Somewhat disappointed

"Classmate, are you here to report? Which department is it? A Sven-looking man walked over and took the luggage in his hand for him with a smile.

The two of them walked towards the dormitory with their luggage. Huang Zhengzhong said as he walked: "I am from the Department of Chinese Literature. ”

"The Department of Chinese Literature is good, Mr. Zhu Ziqing, Mr. Liu Wendian, and Mr. Wen Yiduo are all professors in the department." The man laughed.

Huang Zhengzhong's face looked better, after all, there are still many celebrities here, the conditions are simple, seeing that the other party is so enthusiastic, he smiled and said: "Are you also a student of the Chinese department?" ”

The man nodded, "Yes before. Now I'm staying on campus and working as a teaching assistant. ”

"It turned out to be a teacher, good teacher!" Huang Zhengzhong stopped and said respectfully.

The man smiled and said, "You're welcome, let's go, I'll take you to the dormitory to have a look." ”

Huang Zhengzhong asked again: "I haven't asked for advice yet, what do you call the teacher?" ”

"Call me Mudan." The man laughed.

The name Mu Dan Huang Zhengzhong is naturally a famous young poet who has heard of it. He smiled: "It turns out that you are Mu Dan, I have read your published poems before, and they are really good." ”

Listening to Huang Zhengzhong's compliments, Mu Dan was not overly happy, he just smiled as always: "Let's go, there is your dormitory in front." ”