Hashimoto Takayoshi assembled and disassembled Tachibanamaru's knife, wrapped the blade with rags on his crutches, and took nothing with him.
There was only a small model train in his luggage.
He was shot in the thigh and became lame.
He could walk with a cane.
Fortunately, he spoke Chinese fluently and would not be recognized as a Japanese wherever he went.
He earned his travel expenses by working part-time jobs and finally arrived in the provincial capital.
The provincial capital was still the same provincial capital, but in Hashimoto's eyes, everything had changed.
The world was upside down.
The former overlord became a defeated country.
The bullied sick men of East Asia became proud and proud, and suddenly became one of the top four in the world.
Huge portraits of great figures hang on the Central Street.
Chairman Chiang naturally ranks first, followed by Roosevelt, Churchill, and Stalin.
Everyone knows that these four leaders led the people of the world to defeat fascism and restore democracy and freedom.
However, in To Hashimoto, this is a joke.
There are many Japanese overseas Chinese in the provincial capital.
They used to live near the beautiful Fenglin Road.
After the defeat of the war, their properties were taken over.
They had no choice but to sleep on the river beach.
Without a livelihood, they sold their property.
Some Japanese women did not hesitate to go to the sea to make a living.
He started a leather and meat business, with cheap prices and good services, which won him the favor of the coolie class.
Hashimoto walked slowly with his pole on his shoulders, his mouth twitching and his heart bleeding, but he knew that now was not the time to be sad, he must find a way to return to his country, to Japan.
An expatriate family on the roadside was setting up a stall selling their belongings, including clothes, hats, leather shoes, and belts, as long as they could get their hands on them.
The mother and daughter didn't dare to shout, so they just sat quietly, waiting for business to come to them.
There are many roadside stalls.
The Chinese have long been used to it.
If they like something, they just drop a little change and leave.
The Japanese don't dare to say anything.
A scoundrel came over, looked around, took a woolen top hat and tried it on his head.
He found it suitable, turned around and left.
The expats did not dare to be angry or speak out, but Hashimoto Takayoshi couldn't bear it.
He stopped and stepped forward to stop him.
The scoundrel glared: "Damn it, whoever opened his crotch to expose you, I'll beat him up."
The punch came, and Hashimoto was caught off guard and knocked to the ground.
He was lame in one leg and had not eaten enough for many days.
He had no strength to fight back.
He was panting heavily and endured the beatings like raindrops.
After the beating, the scoundrel spat at him and said, "You can afford to offend the three tigers in the provincial capital."
After that, he walked away.
The expat mother stepped forward to help Hashimoto up and thanked him profusely.
"I'm Japanese too, no need to thank me."
Hashimoto whispered as he wiped the blood on his face.
His mother quickly covered his mouth, shook her head, took out a rice ball from her arms and handed it to him.
Hashimoto took the rice ball and ate it with big mouthfuls, swallowing it with tears, for his suffering compatriots and for the sinful Japan.
The male head of the family was a Japanese goods importer.
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He died in the war, leaving the mother and daughter alone and without support.
They were both destitute people in the world.
How could they have known each other when they met?
Hashimoto stayed here and pretended to be members of the family.
The male protagonist, mother and daughter depend on each other to survive, and look forward to the day they return to Japan.
In Tokyo Bay, Japan, the USS Missouri battleship is crowded with people, including allied officers and soldiers.
The Japanese surrender document signing ceremony will be held here.
The Chinese signing representative was originally scheduled to be Admiral Chen Zikun, but for some unknown reason, he was temporarily The name was changed to General Xu Yongchang, which made Chen Zikun somewhat unhappy, but he still participated in the signing ceremony as a bystander.
The teak deck of the battleship is extremely bright.
The September sun shines on the gray-white hull.
The temperature is just right.
The thick main guns are also filled with American sailors watching the excitement.
The best seats are naturally reserved for the generals.
There are British people wearing hats, French people wearing straight hats, and inconspicuous Dutch people.
Xu Yongchang is also among them.
He is wearing a green woolen uniform and an armed belt.
The Asians are particularly conspicuous in the crowd.
Chen Zikun, wearing a khaki military uniform without rank markings, mingled with the sailors and witnessed Japanese Foreign Minister Aoi Shigemitsu and General Yoshijiro Umezu, chief of staff of the base camp, signing the surrender document, which represented the official end of World War II.
The Japanese dress very formally.
Aoi Shigemitsu wears a long dress and a top hat.
Umezu’s military uniform is straight and her riding boots are shiny.
In contrast, Allied Commander-in-Chief MacArthur is much more casual.
He only wears khaki casual clothes.
Perhaps the proud MacArthur is using this A way to express disdain for little Japan.
After MacArthur signed, the Allied generals signed the surrender document one after another.
At this time, a huge fleet of aircraft flew overhead.
The huge Flying Fortress B29 bomber was the hero of defeating Japan.
It was this kind of world's largest bomber that worked non-stop day and night.
The bombing of Japanese cities and industrial bases destroyed Japan's war potential.
Chen Zikun looked up at the densely packed fleet of aircraft and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
Suddenly, someone patted him, and when he turned around, a familiar face came into view.
"George" "List" This person is none other than Chen Zikun's West Point alumnus, George Howard.
He wears a Marine Corps uniform with a general star on his collar.
Indeed, as Chandes said, George has been promoted the fastest among his peers.
He is already the General.
He was extremely happy to meet his old friends again.
George invited Chen Zikun for a drink.
After the surrender ceremony, the two of them rode a jeep on the streets of Tokyo, admiring the ruins of the enemy's capital, the scorched earth and the poor people, and felt very happy in their hearts.
"If you have time, you can go to Hiroshima or Nagasaki to appreciate the power of the atomic bomb."
George said.
He came from a military family and turned a blind eye to the horrors caused by the war, but he felt even happier.
Chen Zikun said: "I won't go.
I've seen too much of Jiao Tu over the years."
George shrugged: "I climbed out of the pile of corpses on Iwo Jima.
I have seen as many corpses as you.
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I must see more of the miserable plight of Japanese monkeys to make up for my war-torn soul."
Seeing that Chen Zikun didn't take it seriously, George added: "Do you know Kamikaze?
This is a suicide plane.
Young pilots control planes full of bombs to directly hit our warships.
They are not normal people, but a group of lunatics.
The whole The country is all crazy.
Just before surrender, the Japanese army massacred 100,000 civilians in Manila.
On Iwo Jima and Okinawa, the Marines paid a huge price.
Many young men died every time they took a step forward.
For this kind of country, we must use Atomic bomb."
Chen Zikun said: "George, how many years have you been fighting?"
"I've been in the war since Pearl Harbor, why?"
"Since the year I returned to China, I have been fighting countless civil wars, suppressing bandits, the Northern Expedition, and later fighting the Japanese for more than 20 years.
I really don't want to see war anymore, but my country is undergoing a new era.
On the verge of civil war, forgive me for not really being interested in this.”
George said: "Sorry, let's go drink."
Just a few days after Japan surrendered, the U.S. military had not officially entered.
There were still Japanese soldiers standing on the streets to maintain order.
They were wearing rough military uniforms and holding bamboo guns in their hands.
They were old and young, but not young and middle-aged.
The drinking place is a place specially set up by the Japanese government for the US military.
They can eat, bathe and stay.
Japan is short of supplies.
Ordinary people cannot even eat rice balls, but the occupying forces can enjoy sake, sashimi and sushi, and have their faces covered with thick paint.
The white-pink geisha plays the piano and sings.
During the dinner, the two talked about post-war planning.
George said that the United States would systematically emasculate Japan, abolish the military, and station troops for a long time.
Suddenly, he changed the topic and talked about his family.
His wife in the United States has divorced, and the troops rested in New Zealand last year.
At that time, I married a Catholic who was fifteen years younger than me and is now pregnant.
"After I retire, I plan to live in New Zealand, herd sheep and fish, and live a peaceful life, but that's not possible now.
A new world war may break out soon."
George said with certainty, as if he was looking forward to the war.
"Fight with whom and where?"
Chen Zikun said.
"The war between the free world and the Soviet Union will break out sooner or later.
First in Europe, we will arm the remaining German troops and then in the Far East.
The Soviet army has occupied Manchuria and the northern half of Korea.
The Marine Corps will return to China just to prepare for it.
Soviet Union" While Chen Zikun was watching the ceremony in Japan, the Chen family had already begun to return home.
The wives were each performing their duties.
Xia Xiaoqing went to Beitai, Yao Yilei and Liu Ting returned to the provincial capital, and Jian Bing and Lin Wenjing went to Shanghai to clean up their house and visit their families.
The plane landed at Hongqiao Airport.
Jian Bing and Lin Wenjing dragged their luggage down.
Unaccompanied, they had to find two rickshaws to go into the city.
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This was their first return to Shanghai after the war.
The war brought abnormal prosperity to the city.
On the streets of the French Concession in the past, plane trees blocked the sky, rickshaws shuttled back and forth, and pseudo-police were still directing traffic.
It’s just that there is no trace of the Japanese anymore.
When I arrived outside Chen Mansion in Shanghai, the iron gate was ajar and the walls were covered with vines.
Listening to the vague shouts of Shanghai dialect coming from the street, I felt like I was in another world for a moment.
"It's been eight years, but I'm back."
Jian Bing sighed, pushed open the iron door and walked in.
The yard was very clean, and an old woman in a white coat looked at her suspiciously: "Who are you looking for?"
"This is Ala's house, who is it?"
Jian Bing asked curiously.
The old lady shouted into the house, and a woman in her twenties came out, wearing a peach red cheongsam, full of affluence, standing on the steps and said condescendingly: "I am the old landlord."
Jian Bing said: "Yes, this is Ala's house."
The woman said: "This is the traitor's property.
It has been taken over by the government.
It is now the commissioner's residence.
Please take it back."
Jian Bing said: "Which commissioner is so bold, taking over the enemy's property is all his fault, and I don't even ask, whose house is this?"
The woman glanced at Jian Bing: "You have a loud voice, don't be afraid of flashing your tongue, Wu Ma, let the dog go."
There was a big wolf dog in the kennel that was already eager to try.
It was grinning and barking, and the chain was stretched straight.
Jian Bing saw that the situation was not good, so he hurriedly pulled Lin Wenjing away, and there was a burst of unbridled laughter in the yard.
"It's unreasonable.
Even our property is being taken over."
Jian Bing was furious, "Let's go and find someone
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