Before I came to China, I was just a kid in school, a boy in white. My father, on the other hand, was one of the soldiers who went to China to fight for our territory, but he was a lieutenant in a relatively high official position. So at that time, I was also rich and comfortable, although the school always taught us that China occupied a lot of our land and was our enemy, but I did not have any dislike for China.

It wasn't until one day, when I came home from school and found that there were many people around the house, and my mother was on her knees with red eyes crying, calling out my father's name, that I knew that the pillars of our family had fallen, and that the war was so merciless that not a single shell had left a single corpse. I didn't know how I was going to comfort my mother, because the people around my house were not there to comfort my mother, but to take me to China to take me to my father's place, and I was only seventeen or eighteen years old at the time, and I was not even graduating from school, but they took me to the battlefield, and for the first time I left my mother, the woman who had just lost her husband and her son. So maybe that's when I hated China. Because I complained about why she couldn't give us back our territory, instead of asking us to take our own things with guns and guns, and fight for what belongs to us with our lives.

I hate, I hate China for dyeing my favorite white clothes red. So much so that on the last night I stayed at home, my mother tried to send me away regardless of her own life, but I refused, and the reason was not because I was worried about my mother's safety, but because I hated it inexplicably.

The next day I was invited on a cruise, and I was on board with almost all my sized children. They are all more passionate than me, shouting slogans every day, like one person can destroy China, at that time, we have not really been to China, but everyone seems to know that China is just our land occupied by a group of ants.

At that time, we didn't know that we were the aggressors who were trying to oppress other countries. I remember those days when I was on the boat, and my companions and I listened to China's evil deeds every day and shouted for the banner of bringing down China. Every day our blood boils, as if we can pounce on the Chinese as soon as we see them, and tear them apart.

After a month or so, we finally arrived in China, which made us blush. I couldn't help frowning when I saw it, but before I could think about it, I was picked up by my father's aide-de-camp. The teenagers who ate and drank with me were taken to the barracks for recruit training.

"So how did my father die?" I asked, staring at the adjutant.

"Young master, you are no longer the child of a father who just died, you are now the Zhongzuo of Nanjing, and there are more than 800 people under him. No matter how the predecessor Nakasa died, it was all harmed by the Chinese So we can only be a good commander in Nanjing, take back the territory that should belong to our Japan to avenge your father, instead of carefully investigating the cause of your father's death now. The adjutant replied respectfully with his head bowed.

"So what do I do now?" I frowned and looked at the seemingly obedient adjutant.

"Now Nakasa is only allowed to guard Nanjing, and wait for the commander of Central China, Matsui Shigen, and the commander of the 60th Regiment, Toshio Tani, to give orders." The adjutant still bowed his head respectfully.

"So I'm just going to stay in bed every day before the order comes down?" Inexplicably angry in my heart, I stared at the lowly adjutant in front of me, and I always felt that my father's death would not be too simple.

"Naturally not, not everyone in Nanjing is convinced by Zhongzuo now, and there will be the Eighth Route Army interfering with Zhongzuo's actions, so I won't let Zhongzuo have nothing to do, for example, tonight's birthday of the richest man in the city needs Zhongzuo to participate."

"The richest man? Chinese? Why do I want to congratulate the Chinese on their birthday? I glared at the adjutant as if he was about to get angry, but he was still so calm and breezy as he was, only more respectful.

"Because he has provided supplies for our troops in front, Nakasali should go and see him." After saying that, he clapped his hands, and a girl was brought up from below, and as soon as she came up, she knelt down in front of me. "She'll be Nakasa's translator from now on." With that, the adjutant picked up the girl's chin.

I saw that the girl's melon seeds had two big round eyes on her face, like a galaxy full of stars, which made people unable to take their eyes off. However, it is also like this, looking at the simple and beautiful people who turned out to be traitors who betrayed the country. I looked at her face and suddenly felt disgusted, although I don't like China, it doesn't mean that I like people who sell their country and sell their country for glory.

"So that's what the book calls a traitor?" I deliberately looked straight at her. Sure enough, her face was slightly red, she lowered her eyes and whispered, "What if you can follow Zhongzuo, what if you betray the country, I just want to not die in this troubled world." ”

"So this traitor is quite justifiable?" After saying that, the corners of my lips curled up in a sarcastic smile, and I walked straight forward.