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After thinking for a long time, Zhang Tianhao still couldn't think of a good solution and had to give up.

But he no longer had the mood to practice his skills, so he could only pick up a brush, take out some paper, and slowly practice calligraphy to ease his depression.

And Luo Yue did not come in to disturb him. After all, although she said that, she could also understand Zhang Tianhao's feelings. At this time, the man really needed quiet time.

Luo Yue watched Zhang Tianhao enter the study and did not disturb him again. Instead, she moved a stool, sat in the yard, and basked in the sun.

After all, although she didn't have any ideas at this time, she still consciously stood guard for Zhang Tianhao, or guarded the gate.

After all, there were only Zhang Tianhao and a few women at home.

As for safety, there are probably less than 20 to 30 people, which is not enough to fight against four girls. Although the four girls look thin and weak, none of them is easy to deal with.

His strength is similar to that of Afeng and the others, the only difference may be in physical strength.

Zhang Tianhao has always trained them using the training methods of special forces, plus the basic boxing, swordsmanship, battlefield fighting techniques, etc. taught by Zhang Tianhao, supplemented by the power of medicine, their strength is quite powerful.

But Luo Yue glanced at the study from time to time, and saw Zhang Tianhao practicing calligraphy in the study. His movements were neither hurried nor slow, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

But women's intuition is often quite scary.

……

On the other side, outside Hongkou Airport, two rows of middle school students were standing there, holding small flags in their hands and shouting "welcome, welcome".

Several people also got off the plane, including two young women who were leading the way. One of them was the second young lady, and following her was her bodyguard.

"Welcome Second Miss to Shanghai!"

At this time, Yingzo looked at the second young lady who was walking over, with a smile on his face, trying his best to give a kind look, and walked over with a smile and spoke.

"This is Mr. Kagezo!"

At this time, someone nearby introduced Yingzuo directly.

"It turns out to be Mr. Yingzuo. I am so sorry to bother you with my personal affairs."

"You're welcome. This is what we should do. As the Chinese say, it's a pleasure to have friends coming from afar. It's our honor that the Second Miss can come to our Shanghai!"

"You're welcome. I'm just an ordinary woman who came to visit my dead husband. There's nothing to brag about. Thank you for coming to pick me up at the airport."

"It's okay. It's all for the goodwill between China and Japan, isn't it?"

Yingzo walked to the second lady's side, and they stood there side by side. Suddenly, a large number of reporters took out their cameras and took pictures, and flashes of light flashed continuously.

And the smile on Yingzuo's face became even brighter.

After all, the effect he wanted has been achieved, so what is there for him to be dissatisfied with?

  Maybe tomorrow the whole of Shanghai will be spreading the news that the Second Young Lady is visiting Shanghai. Although the fact is not like that, isn't this public opinion controlled by the Japanese?

"Second Miss, the car is ready for you, please!"

"Thank you!"

  The second young lady was not stupid, and she naturally knew that she was being used by the Japanese this time, but in her mind, did this have anything to do with her?

The two of them quickly got into the car and drove straight to the hotel.

"Second Miss, what are you going to do?"

"Mr. Kagesa, do you know where my husband is buried?"

"I don't know about that, but I only know that his body is buried on that road or on both sides of the road. I really don't know where exactly."

"Oh, aren't you responsible for disposing of his body?" The second young lady was also a little confused, but still asked softly.

"I really don't know. We sent many people to inquire, but we only know that a group of people took the body of your husband Zhang Tianhao away and buried it on or on the sides of the highway outside the city that connects to Nanjing."

"The road leading to Nanjing or the two sides?" The second lady was also stunned.

She immediately understood why he asked to be buried on the road leading to Nanjing or on both sides before his death.

Even with her personality that totally disregarded her image and acted recklessly, her eyes couldn't help but turn red.

Buried on this road, we are looking back at Nanjing, which carries the pain of all Chinese people.

Because there is a generation's shame there, and it is an indelible shame.

The death of 300,000 compatriots is a sad, lamentable, yet helpless grief.

Looking back at Nanjing, it is a warning to the world to never forget this history and never forget this shame.

Looking back, it represents resistance, it represents fighting. As long as there is life, the fight will never stop.

Although many people did not understand the rumor that Zhang Tianhao's body would be buried on the road leading to Nanjing, there were still quite a few people who understood it.

The second lady understood, Yingzuo understood, but Yingzuo must have his own purpose for saying it out loud.

"Thank you, Mr. Yingzuo. Let me ask my men to prepare. We will go back tomorrow. We can't always trouble you, right?"

"There's trouble there, it's too late to welcome you."

Yingzuo chuckled, and he didn't look very energetic, but instead his face was almost flushed.

The second young lady didn't say anything more, but followed Yingzo to Qingyuan Hotel.

……

In the study, Zhang Tianhao wrote for a while, and his heart slowly calmed down. He no longer looked so lost and disappointed.

Sitting in the study, he took out a piece of paper and started writing.

The first article is called "The General's Death, How Sorrowful!" It seems insignificant, but it is Zhang Tianhao's life written from his own perspective. It seems to be a quick review, but it is actually a battle manifesto.

This is Zhang Tianhao's unique perspective of fighting for the nation, fighting for the country, and fighting for victory. Fighting is his best weapon, and he never gives up even on the day of his death.

The second article is called "Looking Back at Nanjing Road". It is written from the perspective of a tragic national justice, reflecting the larger background of the times from the perspective of a small person, telling people what national integrity is. In ancient times, there was Su Wu herding sheep in the Han Dynasty and Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Zero Ding Ocean" in the Ming Dynasty. It compares himself to the ancients and explains what national integrity is.

The third article is called "One Life and Ten Thousand People", which continues to write about Zhang Tianhao's great righteousness from his perspective, exchanging his life for ten thousand people, and having no regrets even if he died.

The individual and the nation, the individual and all people, found the value of life from it. For the sake of the nation, I am not afraid of being torn to pieces. Even if I die, I will bite off a piece of flesh from the Japanese.

Chapter 4…

As Zhang Tianhao's ideas flowed like a spring, he wrote one anti-Japanese war manifesto after another from his perspective, discussing the nation's justice, personal gains and losses, and the hope of victory. The series of articles were like Zhang Tianhao's personal biography.

But it is still true.

Looking at the eight articles that had just been published, Zhang Tianhao raised a rare smile.

The "Awakening" tabloid has just published its fifth issue, and now this is the sixth issue. He has not found any good topics to write about all this time. This time, it was precisely because of the endless anger in his heart that he wrote these eight articles.

The next issue is typesetting. Zhang Tianhao had already thought about this. The last time he was in Hong Kong, he bought a printing press in order to do these things in the future, or print flyers and the like. (End of this chapter)