It was a night in February 1934, on the banks of the Yitong River, outside the gate of Xinjingbei, the capital of the puppet state of Manchukuo.

The cold wind is biting, and the light snow is flying.

In addition to the two dim searchlights on the city wall that rotate powerlessly, only the Japanese "plaster flag" and the puppet Manchurian five-color flag flutter in the wind against the snowflakes, and there are more than 30 puppet Manchukuo soldiers standing outside the two sentry boxes at the city gate, some walking back and forth with their guns on their backs, some dozing with their faces half-buttoned with their cotton hats, some looking into the sentry box intentionally or unintentionally with their guns, and two muttering something to their faces, some humming intermittent tunes with cigarettes in their mouths, and some distracting with their hands crossed on their cuffs, From time to time, I also looked at the sky, obviously the people resting in the sentry box must be the soldiers of the Kwantung Army, the same soldiers, and the treatment is different.

The night was eerily quiet.

At this moment, three fast horses galloped towards the city gate from a distance with the wind and slush, as if they didn't pay attention to the six puppet soldiers at the city gate, and ran straight to the city gate.

"Stop,—— stop!"

"Where are you in the middle of the night? Want to break into the city? ”

"Woo-woo ---"

The three horses quickly stopped, and the three men did not dismount.

I saw that the leader was dressed as a puppet Manchurian lieutenant colonel officer in his thirties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a moderate beard, a dark green cotton cloak, and a horsewhip in his hand.

The person on the left-hand side is older than forty years old, wearing a bowler felt hat, a navy blue fur coat, red phoenix eyes, one-line eyebrows, a mustache, and a grim face.

On the right hand side is also a puppet Manchurian second lieutenant officer dressed up, wearing a dog-skin cotton military hat, carrying two guns at his waist, about 20 years old, but his small eyes are bright, his nose is straight and square, and he is full of heroic spirit. The young officer took Marlo with him, but still had no intention of dismounting.

He said in a loud voice and with confidence: "I said that my brothers are working hard, we are from the 207th Brigade of the Xing'an Dong Garrison Army of Manchukuo, and this is Lu Li, deputy commander of the Independent Regiment of our 207th Brigade, who was appointed by Brigade Commander Zhang Yisan, and entered Beijing overnight to report urgent military affairs to Minister Yu Zhishan of the Ministry of Military Affairs, and quickly get out of the way!" ”

"I said, boy, where did you come from? Hung Yen Dong Garrison? Do you have a pass? A short puppet said.

"I don't have a pass, and I haven't heard of it, but I have an official letter to Yu Ge Lao, but I can't show it to you." The young officer said forcefully.

"If you don't have a pass, it is impossible for our brothers to let you enter the city, the Kwantung Army Yamada adviser said that all suspicious people entering Beijing from other places must be strictly investigated. Please dismount, take out your briefcase and belongings, and let us take a closer look, and we will also call the Ministry of Military Affairs to verify your identity. A tall, thin puppet soldier said slowly.

"it, something!" The thick-eyed officer at the head raised his horsewhip, and with a crisp sound, it was whipped on the tall and thin puppet soldier. "Lao Tzu is encircling and suppressing the anti-Japanese guerrillas in the ice and snow, he doesn't eat well, he doesn't sleep well, his head is pinned to the waistband of his pants, what else do you check, what do you check?"

At this time, twelve puppet soldiers surrounded them, shouting nonsense.

"Boss, don't hit anyone!"

"It's impossible to get in without a pass. You don't eat well, you don't sleep well, we are no better than you, happily, get checked! ”

"This fight can't be in vain, can you still go to work tomorrow?"

The thick-eyebrow officer led by "----" pulled out the command knife hanging on the right side of the saddle, the snowy blade flashed in the dark night, and the tip of the knife slashed in front of several puppet soldiers in turn, and suddenly, they stopped shouting, and retreated several steps one after another.

"じょうきょう (What's the situation)?" A short and fat officer of the Japanese Kwantung Army stepped forward with a group of puppet soldiers.

The tall and thin puppet soldier who was whipped nodded and leaned over, leaned over and muttered a few words in the ear of the short and fat Japanese, and then said to the three people: "I said, three, Koo Taijun said, without a pass, you can't be released, otherwise you will die." ”

The one on the left hand side who was wearing a fur coat got off the horse with a smile, clasped his fists, and said in a loud voice: "Xiaowei Shaozuo is really forgetful, don't you know me?" 私はおsushi を食べるのが好きだけど、作るのができません (I like to eat sushi, but I won't do it)"

Humpty Dumpty Japanese Shaozo's eyes widened and he was surprised: "Yours? Wang Zhiyousang's family feast, Ou, Missi Misi. ”

"Oh, by the way, I think of it, Nalan Songhan, the military department of the Ministry of Military Affairs, you still have to be at the house of Director Wang Zhiyou, the chief of staff, and I also tasted the sushi you made, which is quite authentic."

The young man named Koo threw his clenched saber to a puppet soldier and pulled Mr. Nalan and muttered vigorously, "お会いできて嬉しいです (Nice to meet you)."

Mr. Nalan said: "I was appointed by the Ministry of Military Affairs to inspect the defense of the garrison troops in the south and east of Xing'an, and now I have returned to Beijing overnight with Deputy Regiment Commander Lu to resume my life. He turned around and beckoned Lu Li to dismount, and said, "I said Deputy Regiment Commander Lu, this is Koo Yoshishiro Shaozuo, an advisor officer and an old friend of the 18th Regiment of the Xinjing Praetorian Guard Patrol Brigade." ”

Lu Li put the knife back into the sheath, habitually saluted a military salute, did not say a word, his face was stiff, and he nodded slightly.

Xiaowei looked up at the tall lieutenant colonel and wanted to shake hands, but when he saw that he didn't stretch out his hand, he simply gave up, turned to the puppet soldiers and said, "Tong す (release)!" ”

Nalan waved his hand politely, gave Lu Li a look, turned over on his horse, and with the sound of two horse whips, the three of them galloped towards the city.

How did Koo know that what he put in was a sharp blade.

Kaiyun Street is the main entertainment area for Japanese people in Shinkyo, with high-end hotels, bars, brothels, casinos, and racetracks. No. 46 on the east side of Kaiyun Street, is a Japanese-style tavern called "Falling Sakura", six storefronts, three into the courtyard, it is the second half of the night at this time, here is still brightly lit, the wind music is ringing, the laughter and singing are endless, the Japanese in kimono or military uniform and the Manchurian nouveau riche in suit, go in and out, so lively.

In the second room of the third entrance to the east of the courtyard, three men sat around drinking and four geisha in kimonos performed songs and dances.

On the left sat the one, in his 40s, with a Chinese face, a big back, and a black mole on the right eyebrow, like a fly falling there, and said in Tianjin, "Inoue Taijun, we brothers have to have fun with you today, in January 1933, I forged a letter and handed it in, and the letter was not written, just eight big characters 'Shang Zhi is cherished, cooperation and common prosperity', which directly led to his Commander Zhao being expelled from the party, how?" Brother, what is my method? Come, go one. ”

Next to him was a black thin man, in his 30s, with a middle-parted head, shiny oil, triangular eyes, cockfighting eyebrows, a cigarette in his mouth, and said with a smile: "Brother Song, you really have two hits, I don't think you are inferior to Bai Chongxi in the south." Last month, you led people to serve four traffic stations on the red side, seized three radio stations, and arrested 24 people. ”

The rest was a bald Japanese with a Ren Danhu and gold-rimmed glasses, pouting, smiling and nodding, "Yes, yes, Song Sang, I tortured you too hard before, and I ask you to bear with me." Now it seems that you are a rare talent, and our chrysanthemum organization has always taken it as its mission to create a paradise for the coexistence and co-prosperity of Greater East Asia, and with a mind like a lake and a sea, we attach importance to outstanding talents and resolutely exterminate all anti-Manchu and anti-Japanese elements. From now on, you must pay close attention to arranging manpower for the four traffic stations of the Chinese Communist Party, as if nothing had ever happened, open the big net, continue to fish, and you will definitely reap a great harvest, Song Sang, you also have to protect yourself, I am worried that there will be fish that slip through the net, then you may be exposed, even if you can't easily draw this conclusion, but this ideological preparation must be necessary, because at that time we caught too many people, and the movement was not small. Turning back, I asked Kenji Watanabe and them to strengthen their protection of you, and you should also insist on using the radio to keep in touch with that side regularly, paper can't contain the fire, but when the fire is not burned through, I always look forward to catching a few big fish, you know? ”

The man surnamed Song kept nodding, "Inoue Taijun, you think it well, and you will definitely live up to your mission." But for more than ten days, all the people I have mastered have been arrested, why no one from the superiors has ever arrived at the traffic station, which is too coincidental. ”

"Rest assured, you two rest assured, this is a Japanese overseas Chinese area, I have arranged manpower around it, your Hou Sang, accompany Song to have fun here with peace of mind, relax, and reduce pressure, so that you can better serve the emperor." Let Miss E-branch accompany you well tonight. Ah---h---!h ”

The three of them were chatting hotly, the door opened, and a woman in a kimono came in, bowed her head and said, "Inoue Taijun, two people say that they are old friends of Mr. Song, and they want to visit you and Mr. Song." ”

The surname Song looked at the one named Inoue, who was suspicious and had a heavy expression.

Inoue said: "Who can be so bold as to dare to come here to make trouble, Song Sang, your whereabouts are top secret?" Do you still have friends here? ”

The woman said, "One of them spoke in Japanese, and I was asked by a friend to bring you Changbai ginseng, and I heard that they could speak Japanese, so I led them in from the front yard, and they were in the courtyard, and I saw that they were well-dressed, and they did not look like suspicious people." ”

Inoue's eyes widened and he asked, "What?" Japanese, old ginseng? Or is it Song Sang's old friend? Song's, you're complicated! I think you haven't had any contact with other Japanese since you surrendered. As he spoke, he opened the pistol safety in his arms and pinned it behind his waist.

The man surnamed Song said: "Taijun, isn't it here that we go in and out and meet my classmates when I studied in Japan?" Previously, after I returned to China, I secretly invested in Mingzhu, and I never had contact with anyone in the empire? ”

Inoue smiled slyly and said, "But I'm very interested in Changbai Old Mountain Ginseng, let them come in." With a wave of his finger in the air, the man surnamed Hou nodded secretly and said, "Everyone else should go down." ”

The four geisha and the woman withdrew. After a while, two people entered, both in suits and leather shoes, one in his thirties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a beard, and a cane, and the other in his twenties, holding a rectangular red satin brocade box in his hand.

The bearded man laughed loudly and said, "Song Xizhe, old Song, you don't know me anymore?" ”

The surname Song was a little surprised and confused.

The person who came said again: "Your brother is really a noble man who forgets things, do you remember the Etajima Naval Academy?" At that time, you were the only soldier Cao Chang among the more than 40 Chinese students, and you always told me how delicious the steamed buns that Tianjin Goubuli ignored. Remember, the first time I went to sea for training, I was still seasick, you told me to go up and eat desperately, and then I vomited, vomited and ate again, ate and vomited again. Remember? ”

The eyes of the surname Song lit up, he stood up, and said with emotion: "Ah, yes, Lao Luo, Luo Shuangchen, the big man Luo under the Rehe Bangmao Mountain, the one who taught me to make a saber, and the big man who vomited when he went to sea." Haha-----, it's better to meet by chance than to meet each other, come and sit down and talk. ”

Lao Luo sat down, looked around at the Japanese furnishings in the room, and quipped, "How is this place somewhat similar to the scene when we met in Hiroshima Jingchuanli." When you came in at dusk, I was in that room at the door, and I had long wanted to meet you, and I had not seen my old classmates for many years. ”

The surnamed Song took Lao Luo's hand and said, "Big man, let me introduce you to my chief, ah no friend, Inoue-kun." He turned to Inoue and said, "This Luo Shuangchen is my classmate and friend at the Jiangtian Island Naval Academy. ”

Inoue smiled slightly, stood up and stretched out his hand, "Luo Sang, hello, my Inoue Kameyan, president of Media Asia Co., Ltd., I am fortunate to meet you." Sit back and try sake. ”

Song Xizhe held the wine cup and said to Luo Shuangchen: "Big man, why do you come here for fun?" Where did you go when you returned home? ”

Luo Shuangchen replied with a cup and said: "It's hard to say, after I returned to China, I joined the army in Rehe, and served as a big soldier for a few years, in 1927 with Tang Yulin from the Jingsui line to counterattack Yan Xishan, in Xuanhua, Hebei I killed Tang Yulin's nephew Tang Zuochang by mistake, afraid that Tang Dahu would find me to take revenge, so I abandoned the military and engaged in business. Why, brother, aren't you good? Where is the high school now? ”

Song Xizhe lit a cigarette, spit out the smoke ring and said, "It's hard to say a word......"

At this time, Inoue pulled Song Xizhe, "Song Sang, you haven't drunk too much, come and eat." ”

Song Xizhe said: "Ah, hehe, Inoue-kun, I understand your thoughts, but Luo is no one else, he is a classmate and friend I haven't seen for many years, so it's okay to tell the truth." ”

Inoue looked at this man named Luo Shuangchen vigilantly, "Luo, I felt the calluses on your hands when I shook hands, presumably Your Excellency's marksmanship must be very accurate?" ”

Song Xizhe hurriedly said: "That is, Lao Luo is a sharpshooter on Jiangtian Island, and he has repeatedly won the first place in the firearms exam, but he misses the sea, and he vomits." Ahh

Inoue nodded, "Luo Sang, it's a talent." ”

Song Xizhe said: "Brother, after I returned to China, I joined Zhang Zuoxiang, and became a staff officer in the camp of the deputy commander of the northeastern border defense of Jidong, and was squeezed out by Zhang's descendants many times. Come, don't talk about it, drink. ”

Luo Shuangchen swept up the wine, looked back at the young man holding the brocade box behind him, and said, "Since we are old friends, then Brother Xizhe, I will give this Changbai old ginseng to Inoue Jun, a little bit of heart." Xiao Weizi, give the ginseng to Mr. Inoue. ”

The young man holding the brocade box walked behind Inoue, put the brocade box in front of Inoue, and helped open the brocade box, at the moment when the young man's left hand was withdrawn from Inoue's shoulder, "Huh-" The sound was like a steel wire in the air, and a ring popped out from between his fingers, and quickly the ring reached the young man's right hand, and he crossed his hands and pulled it, only to see a thin steel wire tightly strangled into Inoue's neck, and Inoue didn't have time to pull out the gun in his waist, so he died and died, blood flowed down, and his eyes seemed to burst out.

Song Xizhe and the Hou surnamed Zhong were confused by all this, "What? Who are you? ——”

Just as he was about to shout, Luo Shuangchen's right hand cane was already on Song's waist, and the pistol in his left hand was quickly pressed against Hou's head, "Don't move, don't shout, as soon as you make a sound, I will kill you." Immediately, the young man buckled the body of the well on the table, as if he had drunk too much and slept there, pulled out the pistol in his waist, and put it on Song Xizhe's back.

Luo Shuangchen pointed at Song Xizhe with a cane and said, "The surname is Song, don't fool me, okay?" If it weren't for you kid spreading the news everywhere and looking for people to target me everywhere, how could I have ended up in this field? You wicked villain! Xiao Weizi, the one surnamed Hou is not a good thing, don't keep it. ”

"Okay!" As he spoke, a copper coin "----swished" flew out of Xiao Wei's hand, choked in the middle of his throat, and was killed at that time and fell to the ground.

Frightened, Song Xizhe was like a chaff, "I said brother, I am also in my forties, lonely and unbearable, I found a good friend in Xinjing, and stayed together day and night, because I was not careful, she found my portable telegram codebook, I didn't think that she gave this codebook to her good friend of the Concord, and the two of them reported me to the Japanese for ten gold bars, in the torture room of the chrysanthemum organ, I wanted to insist on staying up, which Cheng thought, after passing the six levels, when I reached the step of "lighting the magic lamp", I didn't stand up; The eighteen kinds of torture there are said to have been researched by Inoue Kameyan based on ancient Chinese documents, which is really damaging. What ten fingers drill the heart, ride a wooden donkey, dry fry live fish, plant green onions, hang immortals, light magic lamps, etc., unheard of, one is more uncomfortable than the other. I had no choice but to confess the list of the backbone of the underground party in Xinjing, the location of the traffic station, the activities and so on, but I always thought that as long as I didn't have an accident and had freedom, I would definitely be able to find an opportunity to rescue more than 20 of them. ”

Luo Shuangchen was so angry that he trembled, "Don't say it, I'm ashamed of you, something!" Song Xizhe, you have no temperament! What is a chrysanthemum mechanism? If there is half a lie, I will not forgive! ”

Song Xizhe knelt down tremblingly, and said: "Shuang Chen, the chrysanthemum agency is a secret spy agency established by the Japanese Kwantung Army to deal with the anti-Manchu anti-Japanese elements in the Jichang area, codenamed 'Ju Zhijian', the director of the agency is the little brother who killed the Inoue Kameiwa just now, he is not the president of the company at all, I can be miserable by him." ”

Song Xizhe said: "Of the people who were arrested, six of them had not been tortured in 18 ways, and they died immediately in the torture room, and the rest of the others, Inoue could not collect any information from them, so he ordered them to be executed together." Also, during the sweep in January 1933, I forged a letter and handed it to the Manchuria Provincial Committee of the Communist Party of China, which wrote eight big characters on the letter: 'Shang Zhi is cherished, cooperation and common prosperity', which directly led to Commander Zhao's expulsion from the party. I killed the one named Hou Sangai just now, who was the squadron leader of the Special Service Section of the Puppet Manchurian Capital Police Department. Brother, I have said everything that should be said, I just ask you to leave me a cheap life for my brother, and I will definitely change my past mistakes. ”

"I, Luo Shuangchen, also let you die to understand, I was exiled to the Xing'an Dong Garrison, and I was angry everywhere, but I didn't give up looking for you, I don't care what kind of organization it is, I don't understand, but with your virtue, I would have gotten rid of you in advance. Tonight, you're going to pay for what you've done. ”

said that it was too late, Luo Shuangchen threw it into the air, the cane was split in two, and it was the lower half of the cane, and a blue-sharp sword pierced Song Xizhe's chest, and when the sword was pulled out, a disgusting stream of blood splashed out. Song Xizhe leaned forward and fell under the table. It turned out that this was not an ordinary cane, but a cane sword called "two-person snatching".

At this time, outside the tavern, guessing boxing orders came and went, no one knew what was going on in the house, and the Japanese plainclothes in the last two courtyards were also homesick by the rich Japanese folklore here, and I don't know which room to hide in to drink sake.

Luo Shuangchen and his assistant Xiao Wei tidied up their clothes, closed the door, swaggered out of the courtyard, and disappeared into the confused and noisy night.

At this time, I don't know which geisha sang the Japanese national anthem "Kimi-no-yo", as if singing a mournful song to the Yamato nation in advance.

Night, this long night with an undercurrent, this long night rendered by the bloody rain, the undercurrent is surging, there is sadness, hatred, long love, and sleeplessness.

A prelude to a struggle is about to be played in Kyrgyzstan.

When the wind comes, can the snow be light?