Siheyuan: Married a female spy at the beginning of 1944

He Daqing can be considered a wealthy man now.

Both the Japanese and the traitors gave him a lot of gold coins.

"Don't worry, I have money. Let me tell you, you've got a great bargain by marrying me. Needless to say, I'm one of the richest people in the whole of Peking."

Li Wanqiu didn't believe He Daqing's bragging at all.

"reciprocal?"

"you...."

"Anyway, the money is given to you, you can spend it however you want."

The two talked for a while and felt that it was already very late.

Just go to bed and get ready for sleep.

The two of them lay in bed, neither of them fell asleep, and at the same time, neither of them spoke.

He Daqing was thinking about what Ma Liu said.

What would he do if the Japanese really did this?

Continue to kill the Japanese, then arouse their brutality, and then massacre the Chinese on a large scale?

Or will we just be timid and allow the Japanese to continue committing violence and harming people?

He Daqing tossed and turned, not knowing what to do.

"What's wrong? You look like you have lice?"

He Daqing really couldn't make a decision on his own, so Li Wanqiu asked him.

"I go out at night to kill the Japs, you know."

Li Wanqiu blinked

"I know. What's wrong? What happened?"

“Now the Japanese have spread the word that they will kill Chinese people whenever a Japanese is assassinated.

For every Japanese, ten Chinese will die.”

Li Wanqiu sat up immediately after hearing this.

"What? The devils are so shameless? How can they do this?"

In fact, Li Wanqiu did not quite agree with He Daqing going out to assassinate the Japanese.

However, she was also somewhat surprised by the Japanese's unethical behavior.

"These despicable beasts are capable of doing anything. How many Chinese people have been killed by them over the years?

If they were able to commit the Nanjing Massacre, what else could they not do? "

Deep down, He Daqing still hoped to continue the assassination.

Because even if he didn't kill the Japanese, they would not stop killing the Chinese.

Moreover, for every Japanese soldier he killed, he could at least save a Chinese person.

Li Wanqiu gritted her teeth and said

"Then what else is there to think about? Of course, just keep killing. Do you know how many Chinese soldiers a Japanese soldier can kill on the battlefield?

Basically there are about ten people.

Even if the Japanese killed ten Chinese, we would not suffer any loss."

The exchange ratio between the National Army and the Japanese Army has always been unstable.

The Battle of Shanghai was the most glorious time for the National Army.

The exchange ratio was 3:1 at that time.

Three National Army soldiers can defeat one Japanese soldier.

However, since the Battle of Shanghai, the exchange ratio has become increasingly exaggerated.

The highest ratio is 15:1.

But most of the time it is maintained at 10:1.

So in Li Wanqiu's view, as long as one Japanese could be killed, it would be worth it even if 10 Chinese died.

Because in addition to killing Chinese soldiers on the battlefield, the Japanese also harmed Chinese civilians at other times.

During the Japanese invasion of China, the total number of troops deployed to China was about 300 million.

However, these 300 million people directly or indirectly caused a population loss of 5000 million in China.

On average, one Japanese soldier killed more than 10 Chinese people.

He Daqing still couldn't make up his mind.

"Well, the account can be settled in this way, but these ten people are innocent Chinese.

I can't bear to see them being killed by the Japanese because of me."

Li Wanqiu's perspective on the issue is slightly different from He Daqing's.

The world that He Daqing lives in is still peaceful and loving.

That was an era when even getting a woman slapped twice could make it to the hot search list.

So he has special respect for life, whether it is his own or other people's.

Of course, the Japanese are not human beings and do not deserve respect.

Li Wanqiu lived in a war-torn era.

She has seen too many dead people.

Every winter, there would be some homeless people freezing to death on the streets of Peking.

Let’s not talk about anything else, just the great famine in Henan in 42, how many people died in an instant?

Li Wanqiu didn't think life was important.

When they were trained as spies, they were told that they could sacrifice themselves for intelligence and equipment.

In fact, it’s not just Li Wanqiu who thinks this way. In fact, most people of this era think this way.

This is an era where you can die for money, for love, and for dignity.

Everyone has suffered too much and has lost hope in living.

Many people don’t know whether they can survive tomorrow and live in fear all the time.

Fear of the Japanese devils, fear of local tyrants and evil gentry, fear of bandits.

Once a person's fear reaches its limit, it will turn into anger.

This kind of anger can make people forget about their lives and risk their lives without regard for their own safety.

As long as this anger is given a specific target, that target will be torn to pieces.

"Humph, you are too soft-hearted. Even if you don't kill the devils, can they survive?

They will only stop killing when the Japanese are terrified.

They are just a group of wild beasts, and wild beasts can never be fed.

They eat the flesh and blood of the Chinese.

Tolerance will only make the beasts more aggressive, and only by completely eliminating the beasts can peace be achieved."

He Daqing looked at Li Wanqiu in surprise.

He didn't expect that Li Wanqiu, a girl who looked so weak, was actually so iron-blooded.

"Well, do you support me in continuing to kill the devils?"

"I support it no matter what time it is, but I still say the same thing, send the child out first.

It doesn’t matter if we are exposed or sacrificed. As long as we keep our children, there is hope.”

"Today, you really impressed me. It seems that I, He Daqing, have also married an extraordinary wife.

Hahaha. "

He Daqing originally thought that Li Wanqiu was just a vase.

Now it seems that even if Li Wanqiu is a vase, it is still blue and white porcelain.

"That's good to know. You got a great bargain by marrying me."

He Daqing had made up his mind and continued to kill the devils.

No matter what happens, we must not stop killing the Japanese.

Early the next morning, He Daqing and Li Wanqiu had not yet gotten up.

There was a loud knock on the door.

"Who is it? It's so early in the morning. Can't you let me sleep?"

"It's me, Brother Daqing. I have something to talk to you about."

He Daqing was surprised when he heard it was Wang Erni.

He subconsciously looked at Li Wanqiu.

Li Wanqiu was also woken up.

The two looked at each other.

"I have nothing to do with Yi Zhonghai's wife. Don't think too much about it."

"Puchi, go open the door quickly and stop talking nonsense here, Sister Erni, there must be something wrong."

He Daqing stood up and opened the door.

"Sister-in-law, what's going on? What happened?"

He Daqing was startled by Wang Erni at the door.

Wang Erni was in a very bad condition at this time.

It's like staying up all night in the Internet cafe for a week.

"Zhonghai went to work yesterday and hasn't come back yet. I went to Jia Yuan's house this morning to ask.

He said that his arm was pierced by a steel bar yesterday and he went to the hospital.

But he hasn't come back yet.

I, I, I want you to go to the hospital and find out how he is doing.

No matter whether it's good or bad, he has to send a message home."

(I was put in a dark room, saying that I wrote about the popular plots in Jin Ping Mei. I don’t know when it will be released, but I will continue to update.)