After the July 7 Incident, Chang Kaishen asked Hu Shi to go to the United States to be the ambassador to the United States to win the support of the United States for China.

Hu Shi had just taken office. He came with a mission. The country was in dire straits. He was also anxious at this time. He ran to Washington every day to meet lawmakers, hoping to get political and economic support from the United States. Because of his fatigue, his face was obviously a little haggard.

Jiang Hao has some respect for these people who are committed to saving the country and the people.

"Hello Ambassador Hu, my name is Jiang Hao. I am a Singaporean overseas Chinese. It's very presumptuous to come here this time, but there are indeed very important things. Please look at these photos."

Jiang Hao said, taking out a file bag from his leather bag, opening the file bag, and pouring out a stack of black and white photos. When Hu Shi saw those photos, his eyes widened instantly, and then his breathing became rapid. He picked up the photos with his trembling hands and looked at them one by one.

The more he looked down, the sadder Hu Shi looked, his teeth were clenched tightly, and tears were already in his eyes.

"Nanjing, I saw the China Gate." Hu Shi raised his head and looked at Jiang Hao, and said with a trembling voice.

"Yes, the national palace Nanjing."

Hu Shi clenched his fists, and suddenly hit the table hard, cursing: "Beasts, those Japanese beasts slaughter our Chinese people like cattle and sheep, treat them like pigs and dogs, and never forget their national hatreds."

Hu Shi looked at Jiang Hao again, "Thank you, Mr. Jiang, for sending these precious photos. I have only been in office for half a month and am fighting for the support of the United States and denounced the Japanese's aggressive behavior. But the language is pale after all. Now with these photos, it will be more intuitive. I believe that those American congressmen will be moved by these photos and will be shocked by the Japanese's wild behavior."

"Mr. Jiang, how did you get these photos?" Hu Shi asked.

"I was in China at that time and experienced the scene of the massacre. I accidentally got this batch of information. I thought it was very precious and should be preserved. Because I was proficient in Japanese, I pretended to go to Japan first and finally came to the United States through Japan." Jiang Hao said.

Hu Shi held Jiang Hao's hand, "These information is indeed too precious. Thank you for sacrificing your life and keeping them."

Hu Shi could imagine how many dangerous twists and turns Jiang Hao experienced along the way before bringing these photos to the United States.

Seeing that Hu Shi was a little more stable, Jiang Hao said, "Amistant Hu, in fact, not only these photos, I also brought a batch of films, which recorded a large number of scenes of the Japanese army from the Songhu battlefield to the capture of Nanjing. It also recorded a lot of videos about the Japanese massacre of the Chinese people."

Hu Shi was immediately excited when he heard this, "Is this information very precious and must be preserved. These are the most powerful evidence of accusing the invaders. Mr. Jiang, I want to ask you to send these information to the government of the Republic of China, even if we spend money to buy it."

Jiang Hao shook his head, "As a Chinese son and daughter, how could I ask for money?"

"Ah, yes, yes, I'm just saying a word. They are all Chinese people. Thanks to Mr. Jiang for his noble sentiment." Hu Shi said.

Afterwards, Hu Shi personally brought someone to Jiang Hao to the hotel where Jiang Hao lived. Jiang Hao asked them to wait in the living room, entered the bedroom by themselves, and released the film from the space.

He didn't dare to take it out before, for fear that if something happens, his journey of thousands of miles will eventually fail.

Jiang Hao brought out the film boxes and placed five stacks of them on the coffee table, dozens of film boxes.

Hu Shi looked at the mark on it and looked up at Jiang Hao, "Is it Japanese?"

"To be honest, I accidentally saw a Japanese army reporter recording a video on the battlefield, so I killed him and got this information." Jiang Hao said.

Hu Shi slapped the table and said, "Well, kill."

"They enjoy killing our people. We must severely attack these invaders, for tooth to teeth and blood to blood," Hu Shi said.

Unexpectedly, the old literary young man shouted to kill someone was not at all vague.

The film was brought back to the embassy, ​​and Hu Shi summoned the people in the embassy to the screening room. When the staff were preparing, Hu Shi also introduced two deputy ambassadors, several counselors, secretary and others to Jiang Hao.

As the movie started to play, people were shocked by the cruel scenes on the screen, such as artillery fire, gunpowder smoke, murder, and blood.

Watching the Japanese bayonet stabbing into the bodies of Chinese people, watching the children who are still breastfeeding on their bayonets, watching them press the women to the ground and ravage them, and watching them cut open the women's belly.

“Wow~”

Suddenly a female secretary cried loudly and quickly covered her mouth, but the crying was still so clear in this quiet room.

Then more and more people started crying, their voices could not stop and they made whimpers.

Although it was just a black and white film, although silent, this shocking scene made everyone feel cold. The men gritted their teeth and cried silently, and the women cried bitterly.

This is a mourning,

Mourn for those compatriots who died tragically under the butcher knife of the invaders.

At this time, Deputy Ambassador Guo Fan wiped his tears and said, "Ambassador, we should show these information to those American lawmakers. I believe it will definitely touch them. The United States is still exporting materials to Japan at this moment. The steel transported there will be turned into bullets and shells to attack our territory and oil to activate their tanks. We must urge the US government to stop exporting materials to Japan."

China is not without knowledgeable people, these problems can naturally be seen.

But Jiang Hao thought, it may not be that easy. Only you can feel the pain of skin damage. Others are just watching the fire from the other side of the river. Now the US economy is not very good, and they are still counting on exports to make money. If Japan's big customer is cut off, those chaebols are not willing to do so.

Another deputy ambassador said: "These information is a good means of publicity. We should edit it into a documentary, with text and soundtracks, to show the American people, let the newspapers report on Japan's atrocities and win the support of the people. The United States is a democratic country, and those members of the parliament still respect public opinion very much."

Jiang Hao felt terrified in his heart.

People, they were big treasures before the election, and they were shit after the election. Those congressmen finally heard about the chaebols. This rule has not changed until Jiang Hao's era.

After hearing the words of the two deputy, Hu Shi nodded deeply, "Not only these, there is a batch of these materials, and send them to my country, and another copy to the United Nations ambassador to live in. There are also embassies of other Western countries to let other countries see the ugly faces of the Japanese."
Chapter completed!