Hashimoto Takayoshi packed the knife of the Kitanobaum, and wrapped the knife strips around the crutch with a broken cloth. He didn't bring any penny, and there was only a small train model in his luggage. He was shot in the thigh and became a crutch. He could only walk on the crutch. Fortunately, he spoke fluently in Chinese and would never be recognized as a Japanese anywhere. He finally arrived at the provincial capital by working for a short-term worker.

The provincial capital is still the same, but in Hashimoto's eyes, all the scenery has changed. The world is turned upside down. The former overlord became a defeated country. The sick men of East Asia, who were bullied, were proud and turned into one of the top four in the world.

There were huge statues of great men hanging on the Central Street, and Chairman Chiang naturally ranked first, followed by Roosevelt, Churchill, and Stalin. Everyone knew that these four leaders led the people of the world to defeat the fascism and restore democracy and freedom. However, in Hashimoto's view, this was a joke.

There are many Japanese overseas Chinese in the provincial capital. They used to live near the beautiful Fenglin Road. After the defeat, the property was taken over. They had no choice but to sleep on the beach. Without a settlement, they sold their property. Some Japanese women did not hesitate to go to sea to do flesh and blood business in order to make a living. The price is cheap and the service is good, which is highly favored by the coolie class.

Hashimoto walked slowly on his shoulders with his shoulders, his mouth twitching, and blood dripping from his heart, but he knew that this was not a time to be sad, and he had to find a way to return to China and return to Japan.

An expatriate on the roadside was setting up a stall to save his family's things, including clothes, hats, leather, shoes and belts. As long as they could take it out, the mother and daughter didn't dare to shout, and just sat quietly, waiting for the business to come to the door. There were many such street stalls. Chinese people had long been used to it, and they just threw down a little change and left after taking it. The Japanese didn't dare to speak.

A scoundrel came over, touched her, took a tweed-shaped hat and tried it on her head. She thought it was quite appropriate, so she turned around and left. The expatriates dared not be angry or speak out. But Takayoshi Hashimoto couldn't help it and stepped forward to stop it. The scoundrel glared: "Damn, who has opened his crotch and exposed you, I'll beat you."

Hashimoto was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground. He had a lame leg and had not had enough food for many days. He had no strength to fight back. He was panting and endured the raindrops as beaten.

After the fight, the scoundrel spat at him and said, "You can afford to provoke the three tigers in the provincial capital." After that, he left.

The mother of the expatriate came forward to help Hashimoto up and thanked her for being grateful.

"I'm also Japanese, don't thank me." Hashimoto whispered, wiping the blood marks on his face.

The mother quickly covered his mouth, shook her head, took out a rice ball from her arms and handed it over.

Hashimoto took the rice ball and ate it in big mouthfuls, swallowed it with tears, and his compatriots who suffered for him and for the sinful Japan.

The male owner of this family is a Japanese importer. He died in the war, leaving the mother and daughter alone and helpless, without support. They are both people who fall into the world. Why do you have to know each other when they meet? Hashimoto stayed there like this, pretending to be the male owner of this family, and dependent on each other and survived with the mother and daughter, looking forward to the day they returned to Japan.

...

In Tokyo Bay, Japan, the US Navy's Missouri battleship was crowded and shoulder to shoulder. It was full of alliance officials and soldiers. A signing ceremony for the Japanese surrender book will be held here. The Chinese signing representative originally ordered General Chen Zikun. For some reason, it was temporarily changed to General Xu Yongchang, which made Chen Zikun a little unhappy, but he still participated in the signing ceremony as a bystander.

The teak deck of the battleship was extremely bright, and the September sun shone on the gray-white ship. The temperature was right, and the thick main gun was filled with American sailors watching the fun. The best position was naturally left for the generals, including the British in the Red Hat circle, the French in the straight hat, and the inconspicuous Dutch. Xu Yongchang was also among them, with a green woolen uniform and armed belt, and the Asians were particularly conspicuous among the crowd.

Chen Zikun wore a Khaki casual uniform without a military rank sign, mixed in the sailor group, and witnessed Japanese Foreign Minister Shigeki Aku and General Mijiro Umezu, the chief of staff of the base camp, signing the surrender letter, which represents the official end of World War II.

The Japanese were wearing very formal clothes. Shigemitsu was wearing a big dress and a top hat. Umetsu was straight and his horse boots were shiny. In comparison, the commander-in-chief of the Allied Army was much more casual, just khaki casual clothes. Perhaps the proud MacArthur expressed his disdain for the little Japanese in this way.

After MacArthur signed the letter, the Allied generals signed the letter of surrender one after another. At this time, a huge group of aircraft flew overhead. The huge air fortress B29 bomber was a hero to defeat Japan. It was this world's largest bomber that bombed Japan's cities and industrial bases day and night that destroyed Japan's war potential.

Chen Zikun looked up at the dense crowd of machines and couldn't help but sigh. Suddenly someone took a photo of him and turned around and a familiar face came into his eyes.

"George."

"List."

This person is Chen Zikun's West Point alumnus, George Howard. He wore the Marines' uniform and had a star on his collar. As Chanders said, George was promoted the fastest among his classmates and was already a general.

The old friends reunited and were extremely happy. George invited Chen Zikun to have a drink. When the surrender ceremony ended, the two of them rode on the streets of Tokyo in jeep, admiring the broken walls and ruins of the enemy's capital. The scorched poor people felt a special feeling.

"If you have time, you can go to Hiroshima or Nagasaki to appreciate the power of the atomic bomb." George said, who was born in a military family and turned a blind eye to the tragic situation caused by the war, but was more happy.

Chen Zikun said: "I won't go. I have seen too much in scorched earth over the years."

George shrugged: "I crawled out of the pile of corpses in Iwo Jima. I have seen no fewer corpses than you. I must look at the miserable situation of Japanese monkeys to make up for my war-torn heart."

Seeing that Chen Zikun was not concerned, George said again: "Do you know Kamikaze? This is a suicide plane. Young pilots operated a plane loaded with bombs and directly hit our warships. They are not normal people, but a group of madmen. The whole country is madmen. On the eve of surrender, the Japanese army also massacred 100,000 civilians in Manila. In Iwo Jima and Okinawa, the Marines paid a huge price. Every step forward, many young men will die. For such a country, they must use atomic bombs."

Chen Zikun said: "George, you have fought for several years."

"Since Pearl Harbor, I've been in the war, what?"

"I have never stopped since I returned to China. I have fought countless civil wars, bandit suppression, northern expedition, and later fought with the Japanese for more than 20 years. I really don't want to see the war again. But my country is on the verge of a new civil war. Please forgive me for not being interested in this."

George said: "Sorry, let's go drink."

A few days after Japan surrendered, the US military had not yet officially entered, and Japanese soldiers were still standing on the street to maintain order. They were wearing rough military uniforms and holding bamboo guns. They were old and young, but there were no young and middle-aged people.

The place where you drink is a place specially set up by the Japanese government for the US military. You can eat, take a bath and stay. Japan is short of supplies and ordinary people can't even eat rice balls. The occupying army can enjoy sake, sashimi and sushi, and geisha with thick white powder on their faces playing the piano and singing songs.

During the meal, the two talked about the post-war plan. George said that the United States would castrate Japan in a planned manner, abolish the army, and garrison for a long time... Suddenly, he changed his subject and said that his family, his wife in the United States had divorced. When the troops were resting in New Zealand last year, they married a Catholic, fifteen years younger than him, and are now pregnant.

"When I retire, I plan to live in New Zealand, sheep fishing, and live a peaceful life, but it is not possible now. A new world war may break out soon." George said with confidence, as if he was looking forward to the war.

"Who will fight with, where will you fight?" Chen Zikun said.

"A war between the free world and the Soviet Union broke out sooner or later. First, we will go on in Europe. We will arm the remaining German army... and then the Far East. The Soviet army has occupied the northern half of Manchuria and North Korea. The Marines returned to China to prevent the Soviet Union..."

...

When Chen Zikun was watching the ceremony in Japan, the Chen family had already begun to return home, and their wives performed their duties. Xia Xiaoqing went to Beitai, Yao Yilei and Liu Ting returned to the provincial capital, Jianbing and Lin Wenjing went to Shanghai to clean up the house and visit their families.

The plane landed at Hongqiao Airport. Jianbing and Lin Wenjing dragged their luggage down and had no relatives, so they had to find two rickshaws to enter the city.

This was their first time returning to Shanghai after the war. The war brought abnormal prosperity to the city. On the streets of the French Concession in the past, sycamore trees covered the sky and sun, rickshaws shuttled back and forth, and the pseudo-police commanding the traffic was still the pseudo-police, but there was no trace of the Japanese again.

When I arrived outside Chen Mansion in Shanghai, the iron gate was covered with vines, and the wall was covered with vines. Listening to the vague sound of Shanghai dialect hawkings from the street, I felt like a different world for a moment.

"It's been eight years, but I'm back." Jian Bing sighed and pushed open the iron door and walked in. The yard was cleaned very clean. An old lady in a white coat looked at her suspiciously: "Who should I look for?"

"This is Alah's house, who is Nong?" Jian Bingqi said.

The old mother shouted into the room, and a woman in her twenties appeared, wearing a pink cheongsam, full of dust, stood on the steps and said condescendingly: "Nong is the old landlord."

Jian Bing said: "Yes, this is the house of the Alla family."

The woman said: "This is the traitor's real estate, and it has been accepted by the government. Now it is the commissioner's mansion. Please go back."

Jian Bing said: "Which specialist is so bold that he has received the enemy's property and has received it from Ala. I don't know who its house is."

The woman glanced at Jian Bing: "I'm not afraid of my tongue, Ma Wu, let the dog go."

A big wolf dog in the kennel was already eager to try it out, barking wildly, and the iron chains were stretched straight. Seeing that the situation was not good, Jianbing hurriedly pulled Lin Wenjing away. An unscrupulous laughter came from the yard.

"It's unreasonable, even our property is accepted." Jian Bing's gas exploded, "Let's go, find someone."

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