Let you be a conscript, but you build the Matrix

An Ran stood there quietly like a sculpture in the small red wooden pavilion, his eyes always falling on several young men wearing Japanese military uniforms standing in front.

These young men also held the knives used by the Japs in their hands, and all of them wore heavy makeup and Japs costumes. Some were men and women, some were pretending to be princes, some were majestic, and some were pretending to be delicate Japs women.

"Taijun, I'm here to take the most handsome photo of you. You're so majestic." The young man in charge of taking the photo had long hair, dyed red and stuck to the right side of his face. He held the camera and pointed it at a face. The young man with the classic Japanese mustache painted on his face, wearing a Taijun hat and Taijun clothes, was ready to take pictures.

"Okay." The man who was called "Taijun" immediately looked serious. He stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, holding both hands on one end of the long knife standing on the ground and the other end.

This is the majestic standing posture of the prince.

Click!

A quick snap sounded, followed immediately by a burst of laughter.

"Yes, he looks so much like Taijun. Boy, you should go act in a play."

"This Taijun looks so much like me. I also want to take a photo together, Taijun." A soft female voice sounded.

The person who spoke was a girl, her long hair was wrapped and fixed with a long hazelnut, she was dressed like a ghost girl, with white socks and a pair of wooden clogs at her feet. She was dressed like a fair lady.

As she spoke, she walked over and hugged the "Taijun" in a very affectionate manner.

Behind her, there were two or three girls dressed the same as her. Next to her, there was a boy, also dressed in a Japanese military uniform, but not as arrogant as Taijun. He seemed to be Taijun's subordinate.

"What kind of ghost costumes are these? Are they that good-looking?" Chen Jun frowned as he watched these people paint themselves to look like ghosts.

These young people are dressed as Japs, which reminds people of those Japs during World War II.

At that time, those devils used all kinds of evil methods to occupy Yanguo's territory.

These young people actually like the clothes of the Japanese?

After just a few glances, Chen Jun felt very uncomfortable.

"Where did these people come from? Are they filming?"

"Daughter-in-law, are they taking selfies?"

Chen Jun walked closer to An Ran and said softly in surprise. As a result, he saw that his wife had already clenched her fists with an angry look on her face.

An Ran puffed out her cheeks. Normally, she would look cute, but now, she was always on the verge of anger.

"You're here." An Ran put away her emotions and looked back at Chen Jun tenderly. When she looked back at the young men, her eyes immediately showed disgust, "Those guys are so hateful."

Anger rose in An Ran's eyes, "No, they are not taking pictures, they are showing off. You see, that location is actually the old revolutionary area that resisted the Japs in the past."

An Ran said, raising his white jade finger and pointing directly at a few guys dressed as young devils, where there was a simple sign with four big characters written on it, "Old Revolutionary Area."

"This is the place where our predecessors fought against the devils with their blood and protected them. They actually come here to show off. They are not human beings. Why are young people today so selfish?"

The old revolutionary area... Chen Jun was stunned, looked up, and saw the sign standing there at a glance.

The four big characters on the sign, which had been washed away by time and stained with dust, made Chen Jun's face suddenly change, and a ball of anger suddenly burned in his heart.

"This is the peace that our ancestors paid for with their lives. These guys are actually wearing the clothes of the devil in the place where blood is bleeding."

"Are you planning to show off and take photos in the circle of friends..."

At this moment, a group of passengers came up from the bottom of the mountain. As soon as these people appeared, they were immediately attracted by the young people in strange clothes.

"What are these people doing? Filming?"

"It looks like it is, but then it looks like it's not. It should be here specifically to take pictures."

"We're taking pictures. Wearing Japanese clothes and coming to the old revolutionary base to take pictures. What does that mean?"

"Yeah, you shouldn't come to this place..."

More and more people gathered around, and more and more people came to see him, and they found that what those young people were doing seemed wrong.

Suddenly, a curse rang out from the crowd, "You young people, don't you know the shame?"

"Where is this place? The old revolutionary area. How many older generations have sacrificed their lives here. Isn't there any shame in you wearing such clothes here?"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged male traveler with a shaved head, an honest and generous face, and bright eyes. He was the kind of uncle who is not afraid of trouble.

Hearing the insults behind them, several young men dressed in Japanese attire turned their heads and looked at the middle-aged man, their faces darkening.

Among them, the man wearing the uniform of the imperial army looked at the man and scolded him directly, "Old man, what are we doing? What are you doing blindly?"

"That's right, we are free to do whatever we do. What are you doing here dictating what you are doing?" The girl who took Taijun to take pictures instantly changed from a delicate girl to a sharp-tongued vixen, pointing at the middle-aged man. People just scold.

Next to him, another boy also had an angry look on his face. He started to scold, "That's all history. Why are you talking about this? Are you living in the past forever? We took pictures and thought these imperial army clothes were cool. Do you care?" ?”

"Besides, the history of that year was all about us. Without the help of the Beautiful Country and the Bear Country next door, we would have been wiped out. Maybe we would have bowed our heads after seeing such military uniforms..."

This boy was even more articulate than the one pretending to be Taijun. As soon as he turned around and saw the middle-aged man, he started to curse, as if he was unhappy.

"Yes, the past is the past, and the present is the present. Why should we use the past to constrain us? Now Yanguo can be regarded as completely democratic." A woman who looked elegant and weak also had the courage to criticize the middle-aged man. .

"Depend on!"

Seeing these young people acting so unreasonably, let alone showing national spirit, all the passengers were so angry that their faces were trembling.