Zhuang Shuyi cried so hard, but she was definitely not as good as her hands. She was all covered in blood by the fragments of the porcelain. Blood fell on the ground drop by drop, splashing sad flowers of blood.

She should have felt scared, but at this moment anger and pain completely occupied her thoughts, making her unable to detect her strangeness. She couldn't even feel the pain.

She looks like a madman, no, she is just a madman.

The night passed, and her tears were still flowing around her eyes. The wounds that Yangbo bandaged for her were torn apart for many times. Everything in the room was smashed and torn apart, leaving only the residue on the ground.

If Yang Bo hadn't been there, she might have been one of them.

No, her heart is broken. She is so, so looking forward to the day of unification. Her motherland belongs to them from the south to the north, from the forest to the grassland, from the sky to the sea.

She suddenly remembered the conversation she had with the Spanish girl in Yongning. The girl lost her father and motherland and could only live in a foreign country. However, she is the same now. Even if she stands in her own motherland, the motherland still does not belong to her.

Now it is just the Northeast, who knows what they will lose in the future?

Zhuang Shuyi's body was as cold as ice. She lay in Yangbo's arms, holding his arm tightly, trembling constantly. The voice was hoarse, and only Yangbo, who was pressing against her, could feel her faint crying.

"Liuliu, it's okay, it's okay. I'll be back." Yang Bo gently stroked her, saying the lies to comfort her as before.

But this time it won't work. She understands, she can't understand it very clearly.

"fraud."

The Mid-Autumn Festival in the 20th year of the Republic of China was probably the most miserable full moon she had ever seen in her life. Zhuang Shuyi thought so much. Until she discovered that this was not the only time, nor the last time.

Since the September 18th Incident, an anti-Japanese wave has been set off across the country. However, Zhuang Shuyi also understood in such a wave that she was actually powerless to do anything about the status quo. She was not a divine weapon, and she could not surpass hundreds of thousands of soldiers to defeat the invaders.

She could only read the "Social Contract" which had brought her knowledge and power over and over again. She firmly believed that this was a battle that would eventually be subverted. As long as it began, China would surely win, just like the past five thousand years, without any suspense.

But those cowards, those...

Zhuang Shuyi smiled bitterly. What qualifications do she have to comment and criticize others? She is just one of the 40 million cowards. She can do nothing except resist silently and useless shouts.

"Then read well. 'There is a golden house in the book, and the Yan Ruyu in the book.' Then there should be weapons in the book that can make us defeat them. Read well, Ljuliu. If one day a woman can also go to the battlefield, then it will be my turn. It's not your turn." When Zhuang Boyong arrived at her door, he was already drunk.

If Zhuang Shuyi felt uncomfortable, then Zhuang Boyong would not be much better than her. After all, she had already remembered the year of the Wuchang Uprising. The country was subverted, which actually seemed to be a matter of a moment. It had lasted for several months, not a year. But everyone only felt that the sentence "Long live abdication" confirmed the decline of the old country that had already been corrupt.

Of course, Zhuang Boyong was not a supporter of the old dynasty. From the moment she understood that there was a person always sitting on her head, she hated the existence of the throne. She wished she could shout "The Qing Dynasty is over."

But how could she forget the moans that the country made when it died? The heavy and painful whine kept circling in her mind, as if it was a nightmare that she could not get rid of. She probably wouldn't want to listen again in her life.

"Liuliu, read well. Maybe we know too little. Maybe the book will tell us what to do. When you know, tell me how to do it." Before Zhuang Boyong died of drunkenness, the last sentence was this.

"Okay, sister." Zhuang Shuyi held her hands, gently wiped away the tears from the elder sister's face, and solemnly agreed.

The elder sister's tears told her that she was not the only one who suffered and was heartbroken for this. There were also 40 million Chinese. Maybe they could not take away their territory now, but in the end they would still take it back.

Because it is China's territory, and it has been China's territory for thousands of years. In the past, now, and in the future, it will never change. But that day seems to have come longer than people imagined.

But it's not that far.

In 1932, on January 28, 21, the 21st year of the Republic of China, the Japanese Marine Corps increased its troops to Shanghai, and the Battle of Shanghai broke out on a rare snowy night in Shanghai.

The arrogant Japanese shouted and conquered China for three months. They prepared sufficient weapons, manpower, and plans.

On the other hand, the 19th Route Army stationed in Shanghai did not have cotton coats for heating and did not have enough weapons and equipment. The soldiers were wearing single clothes and shorts exposed their knees, fighting in the snow and ice. Even grenades were not available, so they could only activate the people of Shanghai to make dry-made local grenades.

However, even under such harsh conditions, the 19th Route Army still attacked the Japanese army. The continuous defeat of the Japanese army caused the enemy to change their commanders three or three times, and the number of troops increased several times, with more than 10,000 casualties, and suffered a heavy blow.

This is called the whole of China excited and shouting!

This battle lasted only thirty-three days, but it destroyed the lives of countless people, most of Shanghai and the small east building that Zhuang Shuyi once loved the most. The base full of hope and joy built by her own hands and with her companions.

If they can win, no one will mind the destroyed things, because victory can make everything come back. Although the ruins are ruins, they can still build a new future.

Unfortunately, there will never be a winner in the war. This battle will not be China. Because just as the 19th Route Army attacked the Japanese army, the Nanjing government made a decision to compromise and concession, no longer send reinforcements, and transferred the 19th Route Army, who fought bravely, from Shanghai.

The people who learned about this news were filled with righteous indignation and took to the streets to protest.

Zhuang Shuyi is one of them. But this time, she no longer felt excitement and excitement. Unlike when she was in Shanghai, she felt the surging power at that time. Because at that time, it meant the rebirth of China.

And now, perhaps just a mourning.

The harder she shouted, the more she felt the silence around her. There was nothing in her hoarse throat, only blood was wailing.

Their voices cannot be conveyed at all. The weak have no right to speak.

But they clearly have fists and can fight back. Zhuang Shuyi doesn’t understand why, why, and why, have to compromise?

"Study hard, I'll find the answer in the book."

"Okay, sister."

But, is there really something in the book?

That's the answer that can save us.
Chapter completed!