[fanxing] actor

On the hillside in Zhang's backyard, Zhang Yixing knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, saying: "Uncle Fu, don't worry, I will avenge you."

Sato said: "Mr. Zhang, it's getting late, you can sing."

Zhang Yixing got up and walked under a willow tree, and looked up at a house in the distance.

"Wu Yifan, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for you to come back. Bullets have no eyes on the battlefield, so you have to take care."

He squatted down and sat under the willow tree, smiled slightly, and said softly: "I promised you, after you leave, I won't speak again, I did it, I'm sorry, Wu Yifan."

He quickly pulled a thin rope under the willow tree. There was explosives buried in front of him on the hillside. He had long expected that such a day would come. Since he would die sooner or later, it would be better to drag these animals to be buried with him.

In an instant, there was an earth-shattering loud noise, and a fiery wave rushed out from the entire hillside. Billowing thick smoke rose into the sky with scarlet flames, breaking through the sky.

The fire lasted for a day, and it was not extinguished until the next morning. On the originally verdant hillside, bones were everywhere, and it was a mess.

On December 1937, 12, the Japanese army captured the Jiangyin Fortress. On the same day, the Japanese army issued an order to attack Nanjing, and the defense of Nanjing began.

1937年12月10日日军发起总攻，12月12日唐生智下达突围、撤退命令，中国军队的抵抗就此瓦解。

On the morning of December 1937, 12, the Japanese army invaded the city of Nanjing and "massacred" the Chinese people. The Japanese army shot the civilians to death with machine guns, buried them alive, and looted them. They did all sorts of crimes and cruel methods. The massacre lasted more than 13 years. sky.

On February 1938, 2, the battle of Xuzhou between the national army and the Japanese army began.

Inside the camp, Wu Yifan held his head in his hands, his eyes were serious, his handsome face was distorted, and the uncontrollable hatred in his heart was churning in his chest.

At this time, Lu Han ran in, his face was depressed, and there were still two lines of tears hanging on his dusty face.

"They're all dead, there are corpses everywhere."

After he said this, he collapsed on the ground with a thump, and the grief and anger that had been accumulated for too long surged up in an instant, and finally he couldn't control himself and burst into tears.

Wu Yifan clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, stood up suddenly, pulled out the gun at his waist and strode out.

Lu Han stepped forward to stop him, his tone changed hoarsely: "What are you doing?"

"I'll kill them!" Wu Yifan yelled, his eyes were blood-like, the eyeballs were covered with a thin layer of mist, the mist was about to get out of the eye sockets.

"They are no longer in Nanjing City, what's the point of you going there." Lu Han glared at Wu Yifan, why didn't he want to avenge this bloody sea of ​​blood, but went so blindly and impulsively, only to die.

"Ah!" Wu Yifan broke away from Lu Han, punched the door, he roared furiously, the voice rolled like Shen Lei, and spread far, far.

The adjutant and Wu Shixun ran in in panic, and were stunned when they saw the scene in front of them.

"How is it? Did you find it?" Lu Han pressed the adjutant's shoulders, a slight hope flashed in his red eyes.

The adjutant looked at Lu Han and Wu Yifan, sighed, and shook his head.

Lu Han roared: "What do you mean by shaking your head, who is the person I asked you to find?"

Wu Shixun leaned on it weakly, he was still unable to bear this as a young man, his dim eyes didn't blink, and the dense mist rose.

"Si'er, did you find your master? He, where is he?" Wu Yifan grabbed Wu Shixun with both hands, and looked out the door. He was looking forward to the person outside the door that he hadn't seen for a long time slowly walking in, telling him, he came back.

Wu Shixun was trembling all over his body, and suddenly tears fell, and he said in a suppressed voice: "Brother, Master, he died a long time ago."

Wu Yifan's head buzzed, leaving nothing but a blank space, his hands trembled as if he had some strange disease, and he couldn't suppress it.

His eyes were dull, and he staggered back a few steps foolishly. They were desperate eyes, staring straight at the door.

Wu Shixun cried: "Yuhe said that before they left Nanjing, Master was captured by the Japanese and taken to their camp to force Master to sing an opera. If Master refused, they continued to kill people. Even Uncle Fu was murdered."

He kept choking up so much that he couldn't speak.

The adjutant took over the words and said: "Second Master has a strong temper, how could he sing with the Japanese? After he managed to bury Uncle Fu, he detonated his bomb on the hillside in the backyard of the Zhang family, and died together with the Japanese from Sato."

The veins on Wu Yifan's forehead bulged, and his pupils shrank terribly.

He paused and said again: "Miss Yuhe said that the fire burned for a whole day and night, and it didn't go out until the next day. She went up to look for it, and there was no one alive on the mountain except for the devastation all over the ground. The bones of the second master were brought back, but it is a pity that those who were mutilated and burned are only bones, and they cannot be distinguished at all."

He stared blankly at the door, his eyes were expressionless, there was only an infinite void, as if his soul had been hollowed out, his lips moved subconsciously twice, but he didn't make any sound, as if a person without The shell of the heart.

Lu Han gave a wry smile, staggered a few steps, knocked to the ground, tears poured down like rain, he sat there blankly, not moving, a burst of anger involuntarily shot up from his ribs

Wu Shixun's heart sank as well, he wanted to step forward to persuade him, but he was so crying that he couldn't speak, he just squatted beside Lu Han, buried his head between his knees, suppressing his own inflected crying .

After coming over for a long time, Wu Yifan opened his mouth slowly, gnashing his teeth: "I swear to the death that I will avenge this bloody sea of ​​blood."

Wu Yifan's troops have arrived in Nanjing City, and the Nanjing City is not what it used to be. The once lively Nanjing City can only be filled with corpses and desolation.

Looking at the sea filled with dead bodies with tears in his military posture on a tall horse, the endless resentment in his heart was burning like a fire.

The gate of Zhang's mansion was dismantled, and the yard was burned to a mess. He got off his horse and picked up the pieces of theater robe left on the ground, carefully wiped off the dust, and put them into the pocket of the military robe.

He supported Zhang Yixing once with one hand on the stone bench, for a long time, forced a bitter smile from the corner of his mouth, and murmured: "Don't be afraid, wait for me obediently over there, I will come to you soon."

Not long after, Shangfeng issued an order, Wu Yifan and Wu Shixun led the troops to the border of Shandong, while Luhan stayed in Nanjing.