Chapter 13 Chapter Twelve

The air force base on the outskirts of Chongqing was surrounded by heat waves rising under the scorching sun. In the light and shadow distorted by the heat waves, dozens of Soviet-made Iraqi-15 and Iraqi-16 fighter jets began to land on the runway in an orderly manner.The entire airport was filled with the roar of aircraft engines.Outside the tarmac, a few journalists were blocked behind the cordon set up by the military police.Among the reporters were Xia Xinli and Lin Tianjue. While Xia Xinli was busy taking pictures, he kept admiring: Beautiful!Perfect landing. Not far from them, the first landing plane had stopped, and the tall and handsome Soviet pilot stepped down.

Lin Tianjue watched and said to Xia Xinli: I think the Soviets are interesting enough.Americans and British are really hypocritical, even worse than Japanese. Xia Xinli asked in puzzlement: How do you say this? Lin Tianjue: At least the Japanese dare to act and act, and act like robbers with open fire.If you look at the United Kingdom and the United States, the Sino-Japanese War has been fought for several years, and they have not expressed their attitude freely.Even if you want Japan to destroy China, you should say it clearly! Xia Xinli smiled: Your statement is very fresh. Soviet fighters continued to land.Not too far from where the reporters are located is the air force dormitory at the base.Outside the dormitory, An Fuyao, Gu Guosong and the Chinese Air Force personnel stood together, watching the arrival of the Soviet plane.Zheng Qi and Du Lanxiang were also among these pilots.

Zheng Qi was so shaken by the roar of the plane that she covered her ears, but she still couldn't hide her excitement.She said: With so many Soviet planes coming, the Japanese bombers must not dare to be so rampant anymore! An Fuyao just looked at her and smiled. At this time, Lin Tianjue, who was far away on the other side, suddenly spotted Zheng Qi's figure. He was very surprised and tried to identify it. When he was sure that it was Zheng Qi, he ran over.Zheng Qi also saw him, and hurriedly left An Fuyao and they greeted him.So the two of them stood in the zone between the reporter and the pilot.

Lin Tianjue asked: I thought I had admitted the wrong person?It's really you!I wanted to see you all day long but I couldn't see you, but I ran into you here. Zheng Qi: Why did you come here? Lin Tianjue smiled: I was about to ask you.Today is the Volunteer Brigade of the Soviet Air Force arriving in Chongqing. The entire base is heavily guarded, and even the reporters have to go through strict selection to interview.But why did you let an unrelated person in? Zheng Qi: I'll come and see my friend, why not? Lin Tianjue looked at the pilots in front of the dormitory, but he had already forgotten An Fuyao's appearance, and asked suspiciously: friend?You still have friends who are in the Air Force?

Zheng Qi: I have to tell you all my friends? Lin Tianjue quickly said: That's not what it means.Take me to meet your friends, will you? Zheng Qi: Forget it, aren’t you here for the interview?Go about your business. Lin Tianjue looked at her: what?inconvenient? Zheng Qi smiled perfunctorily: I was afraid that it would be inconvenient for you.Next time.After finishing speaking, she left Lin Tianjue and turned away. This made Lin Tianjue feel strange.He passed Zheng Qi's back and saw An Fuyao who was also looking over.The eyes of the two met from afar. The military club at the air force base was brightly lit, and pilots from China and the Soviet Union gathered here, making it quite crowded all of a sudden.This is a reception held to welcome the arrival of the Soviet Air Force Volunteer Flying Brigade.Du Lanxiang and other service staff held a tray full of wine glasses and shuttled back and forth among the soldiers.The air force personnel of the two countries have been mixed together, and everyone has a wine glass in their hand.Although it was difficult to communicate because of the language barrier, the expressions on everyone's faces were friendly and kind.Zheng Qi is still here, and beside her are An Fuyao and Gu Guosong.

At this time, Song Meiling, Zhou Zhirou and a Soviet major came to the club surrounded by reporters.Lin Tianjue also came in.People immediately quieted down.Du Lanxiang sent three glasses of wine to Song Meiling and others on a tray.Soong Meiling, Zhou Zhirou and the Soviet Major raised their wine glasses respectively. Zhou Zhirou said loudly: Today is the day when the Soviet Air Force Volunteer Brigade led by Major Supron officially entered Chongqing. On behalf of all the soldiers of the Chinese Air Force, I welcome you! Amidst bursts of applause, Zhou Zhirou saluted the Soviet major at the side.Major Supron, the captain of the Volunteer Brigade of the Soviet Air Force, returned the gift with a smile.

Zhou Zhirou went on to say: Now please respect Mrs. Jiang to speak. Song Meiling always had a reserved smile on her face, and she seemed to be in a good mood. She smiled at Su Pulun before turning her gaze to everyone: Today is a reception specially held to welcome the Soviet friends. Everyone's happiness.I just want to say a few words.First of all, on behalf of Generalissimo Jiang, I would like to express my gratitude to Major Supron for leading a volunteer team to assist the Chinese Air Force in defending Chongqing at our most difficult time.Second, since 1937, the heroes of the Soviet Air Force have voluntarily devoted themselves to the Chinese people's war of resistance against Japan. With their bravery and sacrifice, they dealt a heavy blow to the Japanese invaders.The Chinese people will always remember their great feats!

After speaking, she raised her wine glass and lightly touched Su Pulun.Amidst the cheers and applause, the clash of wine glasses rang out. A tall Soviet lieutenant, holding a wine glass and smiling all over his face, shouted in Chinese to An Fuyao, Gu Guosong and others beside him: Cheers! This made Zheng Qi curious: Can you speak Chinese? The Soviet lieutenant replied very fluently: a little bit, a little bit. Zheng Qi looked at his military rank again: Are you a lieutenant? He nodded: My name is Kirichenko. At this time, the band started to play dance music, and the club suddenly became much more lively.Kirichenko looked at Zheng Qi, and was about to speak, but An Fuyao stepped over and held out his hand to Zheng Qi.Zheng Qi and An Fuyao smiled apologetically at Kirichenko at the same time, and then danced.When Kirichenko turned around, he happened to be face to face with Du Lanxiang who was holding the tray. He stopped Du Lanxiang, took the tray in her hand without any explanation, and stuffed it into the hand of Gu Guosong who hadn't reacted yet.Kirichenko took Duranxiang's hand and was about to pull her into the dancing line.

At a loss, Du Lanxiang quickly shook her head and refused: No!no! Kirichenko smiled, pulled her into the dancing crowd, and said in blunt Chinese: No problem. Du Lanxiang blushed and struggled vigorously, finally broke free from Kirichenko's hands, and squeezed out of the crowd in panic. Kirichenko returned to the side full of doubts, looked at Gu Guosong and asked seriously: Did I do something wrong? Gu Guosong still held the tray high in his hand, with a gloating smile on his face.Kirichenko saw that he was silent, picked up a glass of wine from the tray in his hand, and walked away.

Song Meiling and others were about to leave, followed by Lin Tianjue and the reporters. When he was about to go out, Lin Tianjue accidentally saw Zheng Qi and An Fuyao dancing from the crowd, which made him stop.Zheng Qi and An Fuyao spun to the dance music, talking and laughing, very affectionate. Lin Tianjue looked at it for a while, then left angrily. It was a rainy night in Zaoyang, Hubei. The thick night was washed by the rain, leaving only the sound of rushing.Zhang Xuming led the soldiers to prostrate in the darkness. The soldiers were already soaked, only a large piece of bayonet was glowing faintly.In front of them was a black railway, and next to the railway was a small station. On the platform was a temporary fortification made of sandbags, and Japanese helmets occasionally shook in the fortification.On the building of the station, the words "Zaoyang Station" can be vaguely seen.

A small soldier was trembling when he spoke from the cold, but his voice was still controlled in a low voice: Battalion Commander, how long do we have to wait? Zhang Xuming looked at his watch: Come on, hold on a little longer. The little soldier smiled: No problem.When Zaoyang is captured, just take a good hot bath. Another fat soldier said: Hot bath?I still want to drink a few big bowls of wine! Zhang Xuming smiled: If you take Zaoyang back, you will have everything you want! Just as they were talking, in the deep area behind them, there was suddenly a violent cannon sound, and the continuous shells drew a long trajectory and whizzed towards them, exploding around the station.The small station was suddenly illuminated by the flames of the explosion. As soon as the first round of shelling was over, Zhang Xuming stood up and shouted: Go! On the muddy ground, the soldiers jumped up and attacked the station in a black mass. In the explosion of shells, Japanese soldiers rushed out of the station buildings and quickly entered the fortifications, and immediately machine guns and rifles began to fire.Many Chinese soldiers who rushed to the front were shot and fell, and more people used the railroad bed as cover to lie down and fight back.The artillery fire from the rear has been fired into a deeper area, and the place where the fire is shining is Zaoyang County. Zhang Xuming was also lying on the roadbed, and the bullets from the Japanese army kept hitting the railroad track in front of him, making loud noises.Annoyed, he wiped the rainwater off his face and shouted: Bring up all the machine guns! Several machine guns soon appeared to his left and right. Zhang Xuming called an officer: First company commander, I will use machine guns to suppress the enemy's firepower, and you lead the three platoons to rush over! All the machine guns fired together, and the violent shooting suppressed the Japanese firepower.The first company commander jumped up bravely with a whole platoon of soldiers and rushed towards the platform.After being suppressed for a moment, the Japanese army's firepower was quickly restored under the organization of a fierce-looking Japanese army lieutenant, and the three rows of soldiers who had rushed to the platform fell down in pieces. Lian Chang's face was also bleeding, and he shouted hoarsely: "Brothers, follow me!" Under his leadership, the soldiers rushed to the platform desperately, and fought hand-to-hand with the Japanese soldiers.The Japanese defense line was in disarray, and Zhang Xuming led the soldiers to rush forward.The hand-to-hand combat on the platform was quite tragic. Japanese soldiers were killed and wounded everywhere, and Chinese soldiers were repeatedly stabbed in the chest by bayonets and fell to the ground.While the first company commander stabbed the Japanese lieutenant to death with a bayonet, he was also accurately hit in the head by a bullet fired from behind the collapsed building and died. Zhang Xuming, who had just led the soldiers up, saw the first company commander fall. Angrily, he grabbed the machine guns of the soldiers around him and fired in the direction of the damned bullet.It was pitch black there, and there was no movement.Zhang Xuming rushed over regardless of the obstruction of the little soldiers. In the flickering artillery fire, he saw several Japanese soldiers covering a Japanese army commander running towards Zaoyang. Zhang Xuming said to the little man, the fat man and the other two soldiers who were following him: Damn it, he is still a big guy!Follow me! The fat soldier worried: Battalion Commander... Zhang Xuming gave him a look: Stop talking!Go and tell the deputy battalion commander to follow up quickly, otherwise our battalion will have nothing to do with attacking Zaoyang City! Fat Soldier: Yes! Zhang Xuming led a few people to chase in the direction where the Japanese commander fled. Mount Huangshan on the south bank of Chongqing is sunny. From the location of Chiang Kai-shek's official residence, you can't see the devastated urban area, only the green and rich rolling hills.The birds in the forest chirped, adding a tranquility to the place.Under the shade of the trees outside the mansion, there were several chairs and a small round table, on which were two cups of brewed gaiwan tea and a cup of white water. Along the stone path in the forest, Chiang Kai-shek, Wang Chonghui, and Zheng Xianbo walked slowly.Wang Chonghui kept talking about something. Chiang Kai-shek stood down and looked at Wang Chonghui with a slightly impatient look: Liangchou, please explain the matter briefly. Wang Chonghui's train of thought was disrupted, and he said "Okay, okay" nonsense, but couldn't continue.He hurriedly glanced at Zheng Xianbo, intending to ask for help. Chiang Kai-shek continued to walk under the shade of the tree.Zheng Xianbo hurriedly followed, and briefly introduced the so-called "Tianjin Concession Incident" to Chiang Kai-shek.The authorities of the British Concession captured four Chinese who were trying to assassinate the Japanese in Tianjin and refused to hand them over to the Japanese occupying forces.After several failed negotiations, the Japanese were annoyed, and immediately took drastic action-sent soldiers to blockade the British concession, and Japanese soldiers even rushed into the concession to insult the British expatriates.This caused an outburst of anger in the UK. Both the public opinion and the House of Representatives strongly demanded that the British government take retaliatory actions against Japan, which caused a serious diplomatic crisis between the UK and Japan. Chiang Kai-shek sat down on the chair and motioned for Wang Chonghui and Zheng Xianbo to also sit down.Then, he took a sip of plain water: Those four people who were arrested were really ours? Wang Chonghui replied: It is said that it is a junior officer of the 9th Army, but we have not been able to confirm it from the military. Chiang Kai-shek asked again: What is the reason for the British's refusal to hand over people? Zheng Xianbo: The British Consul General in Tianjin, Halifax, believes that there is not enough evidence to prove the Japanese assassination charges against them, and handing over those who have not been proven guilty to be executed is completely inconsistent with the British sense of justice. Chiang Kai-shek laughed: British sense of justice?Interesting, interesting. Zheng Xianbo and Wang Chonghui looked at him, not daring to speak. Chiang Kai-shek leaned back comfortably on the chair, looked at the dappled sunlight that shone through the thick branches and leaves, and said slowly: I think this confrontation between the British and the Japanese is not so easy to resolve.I'm glad Halifax said something about "the British sense of justice" and it would be good for us if it prevailed in the UK as well. Wang Chonghui: Most public opinion in the UK is like this. Zheng Xianbo said: However, there are other arguments.The British ambassador to Japan, Craig, opposed taking a tough stance. He believed that it would be dangerous to have a showdown with the Japanese on this matter.He even warned that if the British government were forced to hand over the four men at a later date, it would be in a worse position than if it had handed over now. Chiang Kai-shek "hummed": It's this Kleiki again. Wang Chonghui said: However, Clerkie's opinion was not adopted by the British government.He noticed Zheng Xianbo's gaze, and added: at least so far. Chiang Kai-shek glanced at Zheng Xianbo: I know, because of the so-called compensation agreement that was reached quickly after the Japanese bombed the British embassy last time, you are also pessimistic about the current "Tianjin Concession Incident".right? Zheng Xianbo was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to answer. Chiang Kai-shek didn't mean to criticize, and continued: The ancients said that one is too big, so how can you care?This time, I don't think the British will be so dismissive as the Japanese.Their domestic public opinion will not agree.If we make good use of this opportunity, it may even prompt the British government to finally change its ambiguous attitude towards the Sino-Japanese war.Liangchou, your Ministry of Foreign Affairs must take active steps in this regard. Wang Chonghui: Yes, appointed seat. At this time, an adjutant came over with a telegram and handed it to Chiang Kai-shek.Chiang Kai-shek took it over and looked at it, and he was overjoyed immediately, and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay." Wang Chonghui and Zheng Xianbo didn't know what the good news was, and it was inconvenient to ask. Putting down the telegram, Chiang Kai-shek said happily: "The Suizao battle was a great victory, Okamura Neji was defeated across the board, and our army has recovered Zaoyang and Tongbai and other important towns, and wiped out more than 10,000 enemies."Li Zongren and Zhang Zizhong made a great contribution! With that said, he stood up without saying hello to the other two, and walked towards the mansion excitedly. Wang Chonghui and Zheng Xianbo, who were thrown under the shade of the tree by Chiang Kai-shek, sat silently for a while, and finally made sure that Chiang Kai-shek would not talk to them anymore, then got up and walked down the mountain along the stone path. After the two walked in silence for a while, it was Zheng Xianbo who spoke first: Minister, I am afraid that the Commissioner is too optimistic about this "Tianjin Concession Incident". Wang Chonghui smiled bitterly: I would agree with your point of view in private, but since the commissioner said so, I can't think of a way. Zheng Xianbo: Given China's current situation and status, how easy is it to influence others diplomatically? Wang Chonghui: To sum up the work of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs over the years, I know that it cannot be done.We do our best.I think you can only go to see Ambassador Carl as soon as possible, get a feel for the British, and then talk about the next step. Zheng Xianbo nodded: That's all. In the evening, Zheng Xianbo rushed to the British Embassy in Chongqing. In order to prevent the bombing of enemy planes, the city implemented a blackout, and it was dark everywhere.In the dim light, the bombed-out part of the British embassy has been repaired, standing silently in the shadow of the hillside.Zheng Xianbo sat and talked with British Ambassador Carl in the reception room.A half bottle of wine and two wine glasses were placed in front of them, and the atmosphere was relaxed. Carl picked up the glass and shook it lightly, smiling: I understand what you and your government mean.But frankly, I don't know what the British government will ultimately decide on the incident in Tianjin, maybe they don't know it themselves, at least so far.I believe that the views of Ambassador Craig you mentioned will be taken seriously by Prime Minister Chamberlain. Zheng Xianbo: Because it is in harmony with his consistent appeasement policy. Carl: Maybe. Zheng Xianbo: Sir Archibald, I think you must have noticed that the Chinese government has been tirelessly conveying such a view, or prophecy, to your country through various channels. Asia will not get good results in the end.The appeasement of robbers is very terrible. Carr: Maybe privately I can voice my concerns about this policy.But I also want to draw your attention to the fact that we are now overwhelmed by the chaos and turmoil in Europe. Zheng Xianbo said angrily: This is consistent with our original prediction. Carl did not refute him, but just talked about his own views slowly according to his own thinking: Britain has lost control of the entire European situation, so it is actually not very reasonable to expect the British government to adopt a tough policy of confrontation with Japan at this time. realistic.He believes that the diplomatic disputes between Britain and Japan triggered by the "Tianjin Concession Incident" will develop in two directions. One is to become a tougher diplomatic confrontation, or even a broader political confrontation; Possibly a settlement.And it basically depends on what choices the UK makes.Because with the usual arrogance of the Japanese, they don't care what kind of result they accept. Zheng Xianbo: Sir, what choice do you want the UK to make? Carl laughs: My own attitude is irrelevant, but I have a suggestion. Zheng Xianbo: Please tell me. Karl: Since the power of choice lies with the British government, there is a certain amount of space left for you.do you understand me? Zheng Xianbo nodded. Carl: Why can't you just send diplomats to the UK and start some diplomatic lobbying?Please note that I am not betraying the interests of the United Kingdom.We all understand in our hearts that the so-called diplomacy is just a political transaction between countries, and whoever offers a more attractive price will have a foreign policy inclination. Zheng Xianbo smiled. Carl asked: What are you laughing at? Zheng Xianbo: I'm thinking, in China's current situation, what else can bring great temptation to your country, and what price can you offer. Carl also laughed: This is your own business.But if you send people to England, I am willing to help, and this is my duty. Zheng Xianbo: Thank you, Sir Archibald.I'll report back immediately, and I think they'll take that advice. Karl: Don't get too fancy, though.That's the way things are in this world.What do the Chinese say?Man proposes, God disposes. The next morning, according to the results of the talks between Zheng Xianbo and Karl, Wang Chonghui immediately reported to Chiang Kai-shek.Chiang Kai-shek agreed to Wang Chonghui's idea of ​​asking people to go to England to lobby, but opposed Wang Chonghui's going in person.After thinking about it, Wang Chonghui finally called Zheng Xianbo to his office. As soon as Zheng Xianbo sat down, Wang Chonghui said: Xianbo, I reported your meeting with Ambassador Carl to the chairman of the committee early this morning, and the chairman agreed to send someone to the UK for necessary mediation.But he won't let me go to England. Zheng Xianbo: Why?I think the identity and rank of foreign minister is the most appropriate. Wang Chonghui: But the chairman doesn't think so.Maybe he thinks the foreign minister is a bit higher. Zheng Xianbo was speechless. Wang Chonghui: I finally decided to let you go. This surprised Zheng Xianbo: I am just an ordinary diplomat!This is a bit ridiculous, right? Wang Chonghui smiled: It is barely reasonable to give you the status of a special envoy of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Zheng Xianbo: This is hard for me to understand.Is it because the chairman has no hope of sending people to the UK this time?Afraid that you, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, will return empty-handed and make the government lose face?Then just abandon this plan. Wang Chonghui: How can it be so simple.I guess, the chairman of the committee has hope for this plan, but dare not have too much hope, which is very contradictory.There is no need to say these.According to my understanding, deep down in his heart, the chairman still regards this action as a major event, and even hopes that this will bring about an expected turnaround in the diplomatic program of "waiting for change".So when you arrive in London, you must make extensive contacts with people from all walks of life, and dare not slack off. Zheng Xianbo had no choice but to nod, smiled wryly and said: It's really like what you said, you know what you can't do but do it. Suddenly, an air defense siren sounded outside. Japanese bombers once again poured bombs on the already dilapidated urban areas. As an ambulance member, Sun Xiangmeng was hit by shrapnel from a bomb while protecting a wounded man lying on a stretcher.Xia Chengyuan, who got the news, was anxious and rushed to Yang Chunxue's place to pick up Xiaohua and go to the hospital.The enthusiastic Yang Chunxue insisted on going together, and of course Xia Chengyuan couldn't refuse.Along the road, there was another scene of bombing, ruins, smoke, fire, the crying of citizens who had lost their shelter, and corpses soaked in blood.Yang Chunxue, who was sitting in the bumpy car, held Xiaohua in her arms, and tightly covered the child's eyes with one hand, unwilling to let him see those bloody and cruel scenes.The motorcycle stopped in front of the hospital. Xia Chengyuan picked up Xiao Hua and was about to go in, but Yang Chunxue stopped him. Xia Chengyuan: What's the matter? Yang Chunxue looked at Xia Chengyuan, who was puzzled, and said to Xiaohua gently: Xiaohua, wait a minute, auntie and daddy, okay? Xiao Hua, who didn't know what happened, nodded obediently and agreed. Yang Chunxue pulled Xia Chengyuan aside: Is his mother seriously injured? Xia Chengyuan: I don't know.what happened? Yang Chunxue: You'd better go and see for yourself first. If the injury is too serious, it's better not to let the child see it. It's not good for the child.What do you say? Xia Chengyuan nodded: That makes sense. Yang Chunxue: Then go quickly, I will wait for you here with the child. Xia Chengyuan asked Yang Chunxue and Xiaohua to wait in the open space outside the hospital, and walked to Sun Xiangmeng's ward by himself.Sun Xiangmeng was lying on a hospital bed in the back, his head was wrapped with thick gauze, and the gauze was soaked with blood.She also had a plaster cast on one arm.Hearing Xia Chengyuan's soft cry, she weakly opened her eyes. Xia Chengyuan sat on the head of the bed, held her hand, and asked a nurse: "Is the injury not serious?" The nurse said: It is not life-threatening.The head trauma is more serious, and there is a broken arm.Dean He just came to see her and told her to be hospitalized for proper treatment. Sun Xiangmeng moved his lips, and finally said weakly: Where's Xiaohua?Why don't you bring him? Xia Chengyuan: He's outside, I don't know what kind of injury you are in, I'm afraid it will scare the child. Sun Xiangmeng's voice was still weak, but full of sarcasm: This must be Yang Chunxue's idea, how could you be so careful? Xia Chengyuan smiled carelessly: at this time, you can still joke. Sun Xiangmeng closed his eyes and said: Let me see the child. At this time, the unusually sharp and ear-piercing siren sounded again suddenly, shocking everyone.Xia Chengyuan scolded fiercely: "Fuck, why are you here again?" ! There were chaotic footsteps outside, and someone shouted: "Hurry up!"Move all the patients to the air-raid shelter!Several nurses rushed in, and first carried Sun Xiangmeng onto the stretcher.Sun Xiangmeng couldn't struggle, his lips trembled, and his unbandaged hand held Xia Chengyuan tightly.Xia Chengyuan bent down, only to hear Sun Xiangmeng repeating: let me see the child, let me see the child. The nurses didn't care what she was saying, they hurriedly carried Sun Xiangmeng away.Xia Chengyuan followed behind and shouted at her: Don't worry, I will bring the children to see you as soon as the air raid is over! The alarm was still blaring. The city, which had just regained its brief calm, became chaotic again, and the streets were full of fleeing people.Xia Chengyuan drove a motorcycle on the street, leading Yang Chunxue and Xiaohua to look for an air-raid shelter where they could hide.But one after another, the air-raid shelters were overcrowded.At this time, the roar of the approaching aircraft could already be heard in the sky.Xia Chengyuan went crazy, he turned a corner on a motorcycle on his motorcycle, and the motorcycle almost fell over. Yang Chunxue hugged the terrified Xiaohua nervously and shouted: "Slow down!" Xia Chengyuan didn't even look back: It's too late! Finally, they saw an air-raid shelter whose gate had not been closed, and there were still many people rushing to squeeze in at the entrance.Xia Chengyuan drove the motorcycle over, stopped in front of the air-raid shelter with a sudden brake, and said to Yang Chunxue: Get in quickly!quick! Yang Chunxue carried Xiaohua out of the car, pulled him up and squeezed into the crowd at the entrance of the cave.The entrance of the cave is not big, and people are crowded, so the speed of entering is even slower. Xia Chengyuan shouted: Hurry up!Come in! The sound of the plane was overhead, Yang Chunxue looked up at the sky, and saw a Japanese fighter jet swooping down from high altitude.She glanced at Xia Chengyuan who was still standing there, and shouted: "Hurry up!"leave now! Xia Chengyuan looked up at the sky, and the figure of the fighter jet was so huge that it seemed to be right above his head.He quickly lay down on the ground, his ears filled with the more and more frightening sound of the plane swooping down. Yang Chunxue only had time to push Xiaohua into the hole, and the enemy planes began to shoot.The dense bullets quickly dug a row of bullet holes on the ground, Yang Chunxue was hit and fell in front of the air-raid shelter.Xiaohua, who had just entered the cave entrance, turned her head and saw Yang Chunxue lying in a pool of blood. She ran out of the air-raid shelter screaming, threw herself on Yang Chunxue's body, and cried, "Auntie!Aunt! Xia Chengyuan, who was lying on the ground, heard Xiaohua's cry, and then saw Yang Chunxue lying on the ground. He ran over, hugged Yang Chunxue who was on the ground, and hugged him, shouting: Chunxue!Yang Chunxue! Yang Chunxue was silent, the bullet pierced her body, and blood kept gushing out.Xiaohua was still crying heartbreakingly.With tears all over his face, Xia Chengyuan hugged the dead Yang Chunxue and shook her vigorously, as if trying to wake her up. Bombs fell and exploded violently near them... A classically styled house in the English countryside of Chetwell, England, was the villa of British MP Winston Churchill.Huge trees surround a large green lawn in front of the house.On one side of the lawn is a pond full of water lilies.It was a rainy morning, the sky was still gloomy and the air was damp. A car drove up and stopped on a shady alley, and Zheng Xianbo, who had come from London, got out of the car and looked at the lush green scenery around him.Hearing the sound, Churchill looked up, smiled at Zheng Xianbo who walked into the yard, and continued his work. Zheng Xianbo kept a smile on his face, came to Churchill, and stretched out his hand to Churchill who stood up without being humble or humble: Hello!Mr MP. Churchill shook hands with him: You are welcome to come here to see me. Zheng Xianbo looked at Churchill's drawing board: Mr. Churchill's landscape paintings are very good. Churchill seriously: I accept your praise, but is there anything wrong with it? Zheng Xianbo: Maybe, the water in this pond, I mean, you can see that the water is very clear, but the water in your painting seems a bit cloudy. Churchill smiled: Yes, it's true.Perhaps, my own eyes are a little cloudy. Zheng Xianbo also laughed: Maybe we all prefer to see the world with cloudy eyes. Churchill laughed again: Mr. Zheng, you are a philosopher.For an idler like me, that's true. Zheng Xianbo: Although you are not the Secretary of the Navy, you are still an MP. Churchill snorted contemptuously: Congressman?In the current UK, the prime minister alone has the final say. Then I asked Zheng Xianbo: Shall we go into the house? Zheng Xianbo smiled: Right here, the weather is good and the scenery is good. Churchill seemed satisfied with this answer, asking: Well, tell me, what have you got from our foreign secretary? Zheng Xianbo: Some kind of commitment. Churchill smiled slyly: Really? Zheng Xianbo: He promised that the British government would never give up its interests in China. In response to Japan's rude behavior towards Britain in the "Tianjin Concession Incident", the British government will take a tough stance, even at the final showdown with the Japanese. Churchill smiled: This is consistent with the mainstream public opinion in Britain.Is this exactly what your country wants? Zheng Xianbo: Not entirely.Mr. Congressman must be very familiar with the current situation in China. We need more and more practical assistance. Churchill asked: Our foreign secretary agreed? Zheng Xianbo: He promised to think about it seriously, and thought that this would also be part of taking a tough stance against Japan. Churchill smiled: very good.He looked at his drawing board, then squinted his eyes to look at the pond not far away, and changed the subject: It seems that you are right, the pond I drew is a bit cloudy.What have you been getting from the Americans lately? Zheng Xianbo smiled wryly: medicines are always pitifully scarce; but what they sell to Japan is a lot of oil and steel.In other words, what the Americans gave our enemies was war materials, and what they gave us were hemostatic powder and bandages to heal war wounds. Churchill said sarcastically: Neutral Americans.They don't care about others. They want to make money in other people's wars so that they can get rid of the Great Depression that has lasted for many years in the country. Zheng Xianbo said: I once told Americans that the Chinese have a saying that if you keep silent when your friend is being bullied, then you will be the one who will be bullied next. Churchill asked: How did the Americans respond? Zheng Xianbo: Ridicule. Churchill laughed again: Americans! Zheng Xianbo didn't laugh: Mr. Congressman, I also told the foreign minister of your country this sentence. Churchill stopped smiling and looked at him.After a while, he said: I am very glad that you have convinced our foreign secretary, and I congratulate you on that. In the conversation that followed, Churchill seemed more willing to focus on his own watercolors.Seeing this, Zheng Xianbo knew that it was impossible for him to get more things from Churchill, so he took the initiative to leave.Churchill kindly sent Zheng Xianbo to the car outside the courtyard.When Zheng Xianbo's car left, Churchill didn't know whether to sigh or sneer, and muttered to himself: Good Chinese...