Opening game, American Tycoon

Chapter 1381 The second generation of the colony (first update, please subscribe)
Full mobilization!

I don't know how many people were affected by the call-up order, some cheered and some were sad, but most of them were positive and enthusiastic.

Especially in the African colonies, those descendants of the gentry from the four provinces of Japan have joined the army one after another. They have always called themselves "Imperial Samurai Swords". Of course, they hope to serve the Empire in this war just like their parents conquered Africa for the Empire. Be a competent imperial warrior.

In addition to them, those who are more eager to fight are East African mixed-race children called "coffee". Their father is a Japanese commoner and their mother is a local aborigine. The traces make them feel a little inferior, so they are more eager to make a difference on the battlefield and realize their own value.Of course, what is more important is the recognition from the outside world.

Guangyang No. [-] Middle School in the Tanganyika Colony, the students here are the same as those in other places. They also talk about the war there and how to serve the country.

For these teenagers, there is no more concern than this. Even if they are timid, he will pretend to be very brave, talking passionately about the war and how to repay nation.Talking about how to kill the enemy on the battlefield.

"Hey! Long live, long live... Ha ha! I can go to the front line to serve His Majesty the Emperor!"

Suddenly there was an excited shout from the door of the classroom. Some students who were lying on their seats and taking their lunch break were awakened by a loud voice. A guy broke in from the door of the classroom. As soon as he entered the classroom, he yelled inside.

Xu Liqiang, who was woken up, looked up and saw a tall, curly-haired, slightly dark-skinned, half-breed boy with a big gaping mouth shaking his head and running towards them.

Seeing him coming towards him and throwing his sweaty body on his desk, Xu Liqiang said displeased.

"Benzhuang, what happened, everyone is resting!"

"what!"

Xu Liqiang's reminder made the excited Fan Zhuang bow quickly.

"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't be happier."

The reason why this village respects him is not only because Xu Liqiang is a Chinese native of Shandong, but also because his father works on the Xu family's farm.

"!! Haha, I went to the military service office to ask - as long as you are full, you can sign up for the service, you don't need to wait for the call..."

After all, Benzhuang Fan said with his head held high.

"Haha, I already! Look..."

While speaking, Ben Zhuangfan showed a piece of paper in front of everyone - the notice of enlistment.

"Ah! My God...it's really a notice of enlistment, Honjo...you, you are an imperial soldier!"

For a moment, the class was full of surprises, and people looked at the notice in Benzhuang's hand with envious eyes.

"Haha, yes, report in two days, students..."

Honjo Fan stood upright and said:

"From now on, I will be a soldier of the empire. Haha, I finally have the opportunity to serve the empire! I am loyal to His Majesty the Emperor..."

Looking at the proud Benzhuang, Xu Liqiang couldn't help being a little envious of this guy.

Envious of a mixed race...it's true.

Benzhuang is the same as most of the students in the class. Their fathers are from all over Japan. They are either working as supervisors on farms, or doing small business or working in enterprises. Most of their mothers are from Tanganyika. There is no way. , Dongying women will marry Daming people whenever they have the opportunity, and at worst they will marry a nobleman. No one wants to marry ordinary Dongying men.In their view, Japanese men are not only short in stature, but also vulgar in appearance.That is, they are not as tall as the men of Ming Dynasty, nor are they as handsome and affectionate as men of Ming Dynasty.In a word, Dongying men... Dongying women don't marry.

However, in the African colonies, in the eyes of indigenous women, Dongying men are sweet and sweet. In the past 20 years, tens of millions of Dongying men have worked in the African colonies. While sweating for the construction of the empire’s colonies, they also reap Fall in love - bond with the locals.

Honjo... is just one of the millions of mixed East Africans in the African colonies.

"Oh, how lucky you are!"

Standing up, Xu Liqiang said.

"Well, let's all come to my house tonight. Let's hold a bonfire party and see off Honjo,"

"real!"

Ben Zhuang Fan looked at Xu Liqiang with a surprised expression on his face, and his excitement was evident in his words.

"Of course, if you are going to the front line to serve your country, it is only natural for your classmates to see you off, don't you think so?"

As soon as Xu Liqiang's words fell, there was a burst of echo in the classroom. No matter they were Ming people, Dongying people or mixed races, at this time, they were all sincerely happy for the village, and some students even patted the village and said.

"After Benzhuang hits the UK, he must find a white girl to be his wife. By then, your child's skin will definitely turn white!"

"Oh, I think so too, but, can the white woman take a fancy to me!"

"Haha, whether you like it or not, let those British ghosts understand what is the privilege of the winner!"

Laughter rang out in the classroom, for these teenage boys, they are always so frank and unpretentious...

That night, on the lawn in the backyard of the main house of the Xu family farm, the bonfire reflected the night sky red. On the oven beside the bonfire, a large piece of beef was dripping with oil, and the long table was filled with various When several black maids were busy there, the teenagers gathered around the bonfire, laughing and laughing, and the bonfire reflected everyone's faces red.Except for boys, there are more than a dozen girls attached.

The big guys chatted happily there, drinking wine, the wine is low-alcohol beer, cold beer with barbecue, it is perfect.The flames of the bonfire made a crackling sound, and sparks splashed in and out. Everyone talked and laughed easily, as if it was the fire that made this thoughtful person.The girls are looking for food from time to time.

Holding a glass of beer, Fan Zhuang saw the guitar next to Xu Liqiang. He squatted down, pondered for a long time, and suddenly said to him.

"Can I try?"

"There's nothing wrong with that,"

After handing the guitar to Ben Zhuang, Xu Liqiang watched him play the guitar a few times, and adjusted it again.Sui Ben Zhuang Fan hugged the guitar and started playing. Accompanied by the brisk melody, a somewhat hoarse singing sounded.

"The grassland is shrouded in mist, and the moon is exposed to the clouds, illuminating the quiet tombstone. The pale tombstone in the night protects the sleeping hero, and the lost hero's soul rests here..."

When Honjo sang the song "In the Wilderness of Africa", the students also sang along. This song was created to commemorate the soldiers who died during the expedition to Africa.The song itself is very pleasant, with a touch of gloom.

"Quietly, the wind blows away the mist in the wilderness of Africa, rest in peace, warriors! O empire, can you hear the sound of their battle?  …"

The students also sang along with him. The singing voice and the slightly gloomy tune echoed in the night sky, and sparks splashed in and out around the teenagers, like fireflies.

"...Sleep, heroes of the empire, proud warriors of the empire! Fall down for the empire, die for the empire."

That night, Xu Liqiang and his classmates were all drunk. The teenagers sang songs and cheered in front of the bonfire. They danced around the bonfire and jumped around in the bonfire.

Everyone was singing, everyone was laughing, everyone thought it was the happiest day of their lives.

Looking at Ben Zhuang Fan surrounded by everyone, Xu Liqiang thought of his father, the overseer on the farm, let his father take care of him more.Well, his mother—a tall Chaga woman who had borne five children for the farm.Let her come and help on the farm...

Looking at the laughing students, Xu Liqiang, who has been recording this scene with a camera, said.

"Come here, let's take a picture together."

"okay!"

Soon the teenagers crowded into two rows. Xu Liqiang handed the camera to his sister and asked her to take a group photo. He never thought that this class would leave him with this photo besides memories.This is their last group photo.

Because it is night, the light is not clear enough, even a little blurry.Later, the number of people in this photo became less and less, and many boys in the class joined the army as soon as they grew up...

Time will dilute memories, but today, for these teenagers, everything that happened tonight will be their eternal memories...

　The old group is dead, and a new book friend group: 739209015 is welcome to join, discuss the plot together, and deduce the plot.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)