[fanxing] actor

Being taken to the headquarters of the Japanese army was fruitless. Along the way, Zhang Yixing saw several corpses being carried out from a room. The rags and bodies were thrown on the car like animals. Pulled to the unknown.

Zhang Yixing's chest was filled with anger, and he clenched his fists fiercely.

Sato brought Zhang Yixing to a tent with a stage inside and futons on the floor, as if it had been planned for a long time.

Sato said: "As long as Mr. Zhang is willing to sing once, I will guarantee Mr. Zhang's comeback and become famous again in this city of Nanjing."

Zhang Yixing only felt that his soliloquy revealed endless ridiculousness, and he mocked: "Whether I can stand in this city of Nanjing do I need to rely on you, a Japanese invader?"

Sato paused, not angry, but smiled and said: "Mr. Zhang, don't be angry. As long as Mr. Zhang cooperates with me, it will definitely be beneficial and harmless to Mr. Zhang. Isn't there a saying in your country that says: He who knows the current affairs is a brilliant man." What!"

Zhang Yixing sneered: "Our Chinese culture is extensive and profound, how can you, a Japanese invader, see the essence of it, I might as well tell you, there is also a saying in China that it is better to destroy jade than to destroy it!"

Sato was stunned: "What does Mr. Zhang mean?"

"My meaning is very clear." Zhang Yixing raised his head and said coldly, "I will not sing for the Japanese invaders."

"That idiot's attitude is also very clear, Mr. Zhang can't decide whether to sing or not." Sato clapped his hands outside the door.

I saw several Japanese officers and soldiers holding guns outside the door and escorting six Chinese people into the tent.

They were unkempt, their clothes were in tatters, and there were bloodstains on their bodies from the beatings. They were all yellow and emaciated, and lifeless.

"Sato, what do you mean?" Zhang Yixing didn't care about anything and ran up to untie the hemp rope hidden on his body.

Suddenly there was a gunshot, and the bullet pierced a Chinese man's chest, and he fell straight to the ground with his eyes wide open.

Zhang Yixing hurried over to help him, and within a few steps, Sato said coldly: "Mr. Zhang, these are Chinese soldiers captured by the imperial army. They tried to drive us all to extinction. Hmph, they overestimated their capabilities."

He sneered: "Satou just wanted to hear Mr. Zhang sing a song. Mr. Zhang couldn't fulfill such a simple request. It really disappointed me. Since Mr. Zhang is merciless, don't blame the imperial army for being merciless." .”

"What do you want to do?" Zhang Yixing was already furious, staring at Sato with red eyes, wishing to tear him apart.

Sato pointed to the stage: "The stage has been prepared for Mr. Zhang. I just want to ask Mr. whether to sing or not?"

Zhang Yixing snorted coldly and remained silent.

His attitude has been very clear, it is absolutely impossible for him to sing for the Japanese.

'Boom! 'The sound of gunfire resounded throughout the barracks.

Zhang Yixing watched the compatriots fall one by one, his heart hurts so much that he can't breathe, he is going crazy, but he is alone, his death is meaningless, but he has caused these soldiers, Zhang Yixing has committed a lot of crimes.

"Brother, don't be afraid. I am a dignified son and daughter of the Chinese nation. I am a man of iron. How can he be a Japanese bandit who tramples on our land, violates our rivers and mountains, and humiliates my people." Death is not a pity, in the future, when our army reorganizes the country, it will be the end of this gang of Japanese bandits."

After he finished speaking, he kicked the Japanese beside him, and raised his voice: "Kill me, although I am dead, my soul is still alive. I want you group of Japanese invaders to be driven out of China."

Several bullets pierced his chest with the sound, and he raised the corners of his mouth with a firm face.

Zhang Yixing watched him fall, but he was helpless, his heart was full of anger, he stared at Sato, and said coldly: "Beasts are worse!"

Sato said in a good voice: "Mr. Zhang, these people are all ignorant and arrogant. Mr. Zhang is as smart as you, so he won't learn from them, right?"

"Didn't you let me sing?" Zhang Yixing glanced at the three remaining soldiers behind him, and said coldly, "If you let them go, I'll sing."

The soldier behind shouted: "No, how can our Chinese sons and daughters be manipulated by them."

Zhang Yixing remained silent, of course he knew that his dignified Chinese sons and daughters could not be manipulated by a Japanese invader, but now the only way he could think of to save them was this.

Sato actually showed a bit of embarrassment: "I will agree to any condition Zhang Yixing puts forward, but I can't agree to one. Mr. Zhang should make other demands."

"I only have one request, let them go, and I will sing right away." Zhang Yixing said resolutely.

"This."

Zhang Yixing turned his eyes coldly, and there seemed to be a cold light shooting out, and said: "If you kill them, I can't sing, it's better to let them go, I sing, you don't want to."

A Japanese said: "You can't do that, Chief."

Sato waved his hands and said, "I let them go, you really can sing."

Zhang Yixing responded: "My sons and daughters of the Chinese nation keep their promises, and it's hard to catch up with four horses."

When the three soldiers loosened their ties, Zhang Yixing secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, there was a commotion, and the three soldiers captured the Japanese who were shooting at the camp.

Zhang Yixing took the opportunity to snatch the gun from the next person and put it on Sato's head, shouting: "Stop!"

"Tell them to stop!" Zhang Yixing said harshly.

"Mr. Zhang, why are you doing this?" Sato hung his hands in the air, his neck was restrained by Zhang Yixing and he couldn't move.

"Tell them to put down their guns." Zhang Yixing roared.

"Mr. Zhang might as well try to shoot." Sato suddenly smiled, "Execute them and leave no one alive."

The bodies of the three soldiers were covered with bloody holes, the moment Zhang Yixing fired, he was suddenly shocked.

There was no bullet in the gun, and he moved the wrench many times, but nothing happened.

Instantly held down by several people.

Sato straightened his clothes, and said: "Mr. Zhang is really smart. I was confused for a while, thinking that grabbing a gun can turn defeat into victory. You are wrong. How could I not think what Mr. thought, the bullet in the gun has been replaced by me a long time ago. gone."

"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry to tell you that you don't need to sing this scene today, so we will sing tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. There is always a chance." Sato waved his hand, and several Japanese who were pressing on Zhang Yixing let go hands.

"Mr. Zhang take a good rest." Sato played with Zhang Yixing's gun in his hand, got up and left.

In the early morning of the next day, there was a heart-piercing roar accompanied by a gunshot in Sato's barracks.

Zhang Yixing hugged the old butler covered in blood in his arms, weeping uncontrollably.

"Uncle Fu, Uncle Fu." Zhang Yixing covered the bloody hole on the butler's body with one hand, and stopped him with the other hand, his shoulders kept shaking from crying.

"Second Lord, I know you won't eat Japanese food. I was afraid you would be hungry, so I made some food and brought it to you." The butler pointed at the food box beside him with a trembling bloody finger: "There are food items that Second Master likes inside." Sweet-scented osmanthus sandwich cake."

"Uncle Fu, don't talk anymore, I'll take you to the doctor right away, it's okay, it will be fine." Zhang Yixing cried and wanted to drag the butler away.

Several Japanese blocked Zhang Yixing's way, Zhang Yixing said angrily, "Sato!"

Sato took a sip of tea and said lightly: "Mr. Zhang, the stage has been prepared for Mr. Zhang. Please also ask Mr. Zhang to change his costume."

Uncle Fu's body in Zhang Yixing's arms gradually turned cold, he was already old and couldn't stand this shot.

Zhang Yixing's heart suddenly fell into the abyss, he staggered a few steps and couldn't stand still, and called out in a trembling voice: "Fu, Uncle Fu, Uncle Fu, wake up, you can't sleep."

Zhang Yixing lost his mother since he was a child, and was taken in by his master. He came to Nanjing to live in peace, thanks to the housekeeper who took care of him. To him, the housekeeper has long been like a father.

This morning, the housekeeper was brought in by the Japanese to bring him meals. The Japanese made an inch of it and asked him to put on a costume and sing in an opera. He refused, but he didn't expect to ruin the life of the housekeeper, Uncle Fu. He is old and should have enjoyed Qingfu long ago. , but being tired by Zhang Yixing, how can he be worthy, he has taken good care of him for many years.

Zhang Yixing sat blankly for a long time, the butler's body was completely cold, Ren Sato told him countless times to change clothes and sing opera, but he didn't seem to hear it, his eyes were dull, his body didn't move, like a dead person.

After a long time, Zhang Yixing wiped away his tears, flattened the butler's body, stood up, and said in a cold tone, "It seems that I am doomed again today."

"Okay, since I'm asked to sing, I'll do it." Zhang Yixing said coldly, "But, I have to bury Uncle Fu first."

"Really." Sato said.

"It's fine to sing, but I have to choose the place myself. After all, I'm Chinese. It's too shameful to sing in your Japanese military camp."

Sato was suspicious: "Sir, do you have a good place?"

Zhang Yixing said: "On the hillside in the backyard of my house, I often sing there, if you don't believe me, you can go and ask."

Sato said: "Mr. Zhang won't have any conspiracy."

Zhang Yixing snorted coldly: "Then you don't want to go, I just want to sing for Uncle Fu."

Sato laughed suddenly: "Mr. Zhang really lives up to his reputation, Mr. is using this old man as an excuse to avoid bad words from others."

Zhang Yixing remained silent, bent over and picked up the butler and walked out of the barracks.