Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

She said that although the Qing dynasty had fallen, the roots of the Manchu dynasty had not been severed, and the Northeast was the place where the Manchu dynasty rose to power.

The Kwantung Army, which the Japanese had occupied in the three northeastern provinces, established the puppet state of Manchukuo there, in preparation for the restoration of the Qing dynasty.

They have already cooperated with the young officials and are contacting Qing Dynasty loyalists everywhere, hoping to support Puyi's ascension to the throne when the time is right.

Lin Tian sneered, "I know, but she's already dead."

The army was stunned. "Dead?"

"When the Japanese were being cleared out of Shanghai the night before last, she happened to be in the British Concession. My men found her, and she tried to resist, but she was shot dead."

Dajun swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. That night was chaotic, and he managed to escape secretly using his special abilities.

If he hadn't escaped, he would likely have died innocently in the crossfire, since he had appeared inside Xiao Ri's house.

Some things are inexplicable, utterly inexplicable.

Stephen Chow was also stunned.

"It's good that he's dead, death is clean."

Lin Tian sighed and said, "Those kinds of people are only a menace if left alive. The Yaoqing were never our Han people's country. They are a foreign race, so it's normal for them to have such thoughts of betraying their country for personal gain."

"After I destroy the puppet state of Manchukuo in the three northeastern provinces, I will go to Beijing and slaughter all those old and young remnants of the old regime."

As long as these traitorous dogs exist, the traitors will never cease. If Qin Shi Huang had killed all the remnants of the six states back then, what chance would Xiang Yu have had?

Everyone calls him a tyrant, but he never killed a single meritorious official. If he were a tyrant, the remnants of the six kingdoms would have been buried alive long ago.

Dajun's eyes reddened with emotion. He stood up and gave a somewhat awkward salute. "Commander, my life is now yours!"

Stephen Chow also stood up, "Me too!"

Chow Tai Fook was taken aback by the two of them, and stood up as well. "Me too..."

"Sit down."

Zhou Xingxing pressed his shoulder, afraid that his grandfather would make a fool of himself. His grandfather knew himself; with his timid personality, he would surely desert on the battlefield.

Zhou Dafu sat down awkwardly and muttered to himself.

"Alright, you can go report to Ma Yongzhen now."

Lin Tian waved his hand, "Get ready, we'll be leaving in three days."

"yes!"

The two turned and walked towards the door.

As they reached the door, Dajun stopped and turned around. "Commander," he said, "Yoshiko Kawashima once said something that I think makes a lot of sense."

"What did you say?"

She said that many of the Qing Dynasty loyalists changed their surnames, and in order not to be recognized, they changed "Aisin Gioro" to "Jin".

Some people changed "Yehenara" to "Na," and others even changed their surname to "Guan," meaning "the Kwantung Army was supported by them."

Lin Tian paused for a moment and put down his teacup.

"The pass? The pass of the Kwantung Army?"

"right."

Dajun nodded.

Lin Tian's smile was cold. "Alright, I understand. You can leave now."

The army left, and the gate closed.

Lin Tian sat alone in a grand chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. The tapping sound echoed in the quiet room.

The puppet state of Manchukuo was dominated by the Kwantung Army, those Qing dynasty loyalists, and those Manchu remnants who changed their surnames. Indeed, many of them changed their surnames to Guan in later generations and were quite rampant.

They all deserve to die.

Three days later, they headed north to kill the Japanese.

Kill all the Japanese devils in the three northeastern provinces, wipe Manchukuo off the map, and send all those remnants of the Qing dynasty to hell.

This is not about ethnic hatred; it's about cleaning up trash.

Those who betray national interests and collude with foreign enemies, regardless of their ethnicity, deserve to die.

Not a single one was left.

……

pier.

A table was placed in front of Ma Yongzhen, covered with a red cloth, on which was placed a registration book.

Several soldiers stood nearby, fully armed and alert.

The news of the recruitment spread yesterday, and the docks were packed with people early this morning.

There were dockworkers, farmers from the countryside, poor people from the city, and a few students wearing long gowns who looked like they had been to school.

They crowded around the table, craning their necks, waiting to register.

"Line up! Line up!"

Manager Sun stood beside the table, shouting at the top of his lungs, "No one who doesn't line up will be accepted!"

The crowd gradually formed a long line.

Ma Yongzhen shouted, "One at a time!"

The first one to come up was a burly man with dark skin, who looked like he did manual labor.

He was carrying heavy bags at the dock and had long heard of Ma Yongzhen. He clasped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Master Ma... no, Commander Ma, I want to join the army. I'm strong and can fight."

Ma Yongzhen looked him up and down. "What's your name?"

"Zhao Dazhuang".

How old are you?

Thirty-two.

"Have you ever served in the military?"

"No, I used to farm at home. Later, I fled famine to Shanghai and worked as a porter at the docks."

Why do you want to join the army?

Zhao Dazhuang scratched his head and thought for a long time. "I don't know how to say it, it's just... the Japanese devils aren't human."

When I was in my hometown, the village was ravaged by the Japanese invaders. My father and mother died, and my younger sister was also raped by them.

His eyes reddened. "I want revenge."

Ma Yongzhen was silent for a moment, then had someone write his name on the registration form. "Go wait over there."

Zhao Dazhuang gave a somewhat imperfect military salute, then turned and left.

The second person to come up was a young man in his early twenties, wearing a slightly worn long gown and glasses, who looked like he had received an education.

"Commander Ma, I want to sign up."

"What's your name?"

"Li Wenhua".

How old are you?

"Twenty-three."

Why do you want to join the army?

"I want to join the army and fight the Japanese. I learned some mechanical knowledge in school, so maybe I can fix guns and cannons or something."

Ma Yongzhen glanced at him, wrote his name on the registration form, and said, "Go wait over there."

Li Wenhua nodded, turned around and left.

The third was a boy of seventeen or eighteen, as thin as a bamboo pole, with a pale face. He was missing two fingers on his right hand, and the wound was not yet fully healed and was wrapped in gauze.

"What's your name?"

"Liu Liuliu".

How old are you?

"Twenty-five."

What happened to your hand?

The boy lowered his head and said in a very soft voice, "I was beaten up by some thugs while working as a waiter at a restaurant a few days ago."

"With hands like that, how can you be a soldier? How can you fire a gun?"

Tears welled up in the boy's eyes, and he knelt down with a thud. "Commander Ma, please, take me in."

I am not afraid of death, I am really not afraid of death.

My father was killed by the Japanese, my mother was killed by the Japanese, my sister starved to death, and I'm all alone in the family now. I want revenge...

Ma Yongzhen stood up and helped him up. "How old are you exactly?"

"sixteen……"

The boy lowered his head.

"Sixteen is sixteen, why say twenty-five?"

The boy lowered his head, not daring to answer.

He was afraid the man wouldn't accept it.

Ma Yongzhen sighed, wrote his name on the registration form, and said, "Go and wait."

The boy was stunned, unable to believe his ears.

Then tears welled up again. He bowed deeply in gratitude, turned around, and ran away.

Only because

He was selected to join the army, and his meals were provided three times a day, with a monthly salary of twenty silver dollars.

Steward Sun leaned closer and whispered, "Yongzhen, his hand..."

Ma Yongzhen shook his head. "I know."

……