Opening game, American Tycoon

Chapter 1570 The Responsibility of a Generation (Second Update, Please Subscribe)
Until the end, Kang Mingwei failed to save his comrades. Finally, when the tank assisted in the attack, the sniper did not know where he had gone.

Despite the cooperation of tanks, the U.S. resistance in San Francisco is still very tenacious. They use all their strength to resist. Landmines continue to explode. Once a tank weighing only a few tons hits a mine track, it will be blown off, and even the car body will be destroyed. They will be blown up two or three times, and the tank soldiers will never come out alive in the violent explosion. The enemy army resisting in the city is not a large force, but their tenacity in resistance is indeed impressive. Feel like defending your land to the death.

The battle has become more and more cruel since it entered September. The once intact city has been turned into ruins. The streets are full of corpses, soldiers and civilians. Even when the troops are attacking, they have to step over the corpses to move forward. .

Even in the fierce battle, there is a rare leisure. After finally capturing a block, Kang Mingwei led the soldiers of the company to a relatively complete building, most of which were bungalows with gardens. It must be a wealthy area.

"Everyone has it. Find a house by yourself in units of platoons, and then rest on your own. Well, the whole rest will be dismissed."

After finishing speaking, Kang Mingwei walked to a bungalow, sat on the steps and looked at the map.

Both Zuo Minghui and Li Zilong were fellow villagers from Qingzhou. After finding a house to stay in the row, the two of them saw the neighboring courtyard—it was a large mansion surrounded by wooden fences, and a corner of the house was bombed by shells. collapsed.

"Although one corner is turned upside down, this house looks very grand and majestic. Let's go and visit it, Zilong, let's go and have a look together."

Li Zilong, who was still dozing just now, stood up stretched,

Li Zilong didn't bring a gun, and Zuo Minghui, who was carrying a rifle, walked up the steps carelessly.

"Excuse me! Is anyone in the room?"

Of course there was no one, the broken curtains on the glass windows shattered by the shelling were blown out of the window by the wind, the dishes in the house were thrown everywhere, and every room was turned into a mess. The looting, the cabinets in the living room fell to the floor, the drawer was pulled out, and in a western-style bathroom, dirty water accumulated in the tub.I searched everywhere, but found neither anyone nor anything interesting. Finally, I walked into the large room with the spiral staircase on the first floor, and greeted Li Zilong who came in according to American etiquette.

"Ah, Mr. Li, welcome to come!"

Being in this magnificent mansion, he couldn't help imitating his master and leading him into the smoking room.

"Mr. Li, what would you like to drink? Is it whiskey or brandy?"

The two sat on the large sofa like two big people, looking around curiously. The oak bookshelf is very exquisite, and there are various books on the shelf. Obviously, the owner is a person who likes to read. , There are things messy on the large desk, all the drawers are open, and books are scattered everywhere on the ground, obviously this place has also been ransacked.

Sitting on the large and soft sofa makes people feel very comfortable. Looking up at the ancient chandelier on the ceiling, no matter what it is, it shows the luxurious and luxurious life of the owner of this room. There are several landscapes on the wall Painting, outside the window is a lush green space, and the curtains rustle with the wind.

The two pretended to drink water and chatted.

"Mr. Zuo, the world is always in turmoil recently, what's going on?"

"Sir, Mr. President is also having a headache: he came to visit me the day before yesterday. We haven't seen each other for a long time, and I told him that the empire will not do unreasonable things, please rest assured!"

"Indeed, the empire's invasion is also for the benefit of the Americans. Only when the empire comes can ordinary people live a better life, or else the rich will become richer and the poor will become poorer!"

"really……"

Suddenly the "big man" stood up and walked to the desk. He found a strange thing on the floor beside him. Zuo Minghui took it in his hand and looked at it carefully.This is a stone product three inches wide and six inches long, with exquisite patterns carved on it.

"It's an inkstone!"

Zuo Minghui exclaimed a little excitedly, with a serious expression on his face.

"Look, Zilong, it's an inkstone!"

It was indeed an inkstone, and it looked quite old. Although in the empire, thanks to the modern industrial ink production, ink ingots had long been eliminated. Only a few literati could use ink ingots and inkstones for grinding ink, but they He also knows that pen, ink, paper and inkstone are the four treasures of the study. Even in the empire, there are many well-known brands of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and their quality is by no means inferior to that of Tangshan.

Zuo Minghui, who was holding his arms, studied intently.

"Well, this is indeed a good thing, probably a cultural relic from the previous Ming Dynasty."

Because there is no lettering on it, Li Zilong is just guessing.But Zuo Minghui was silent, and when Li Zilong asked him "what's the matter", he said sadly and indignantly.

"Longyou Huaxia, how many cultural relics have there been from ancient times to the present? The Qing Dynasty stole my Chinese artifacts, killed hundreds of millions of my compatriots, and implemented a policy of obscuring the people for 200 years, which made our people devastated and their civilization regressed. Opportunities for exchanges. Since the Opium and Pill Wars, the gates of the country have been opened and Westerners have invaded. Since then, I don’t know how many Chinese cultural relics have been lost overseas..."

Like all people in Ming Dynasty, Zuo Minghui is a standard Chinese advocate, his rhetoric suddenly slipped out, he straightened his back, opened his legs again, waved his arms, and continued talking.

"China with [-] million people has a long history, just like the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, from the Suiren to drill wood to make fire, Emperor Yan tasted a hundred herbs, Cangjie created characters, King Wen, King Wu, Qin Shihuang, Han Gaozu, Tang Taizong, Gao Emperor, etc. From the era of human life to this day, we Chinese people will always be Chinese people, our blood and civilization will never perish. For example, although the Manchus slaughtered with butcher knives and practiced foolish strategies, even though they made our people conservative However, when my compatriots broke the shackles of the Qing Dynasty, curiosity and advocating science immediately recovered, but only a few decades later, they rose to become a first-class power in the world. China will always be China, and the water is far from it. It will change. Terrible Huaxia, respectable Huaxia!"

Looking at the comrades who were expressing bold words, Li Zilong stood up and said after looking at him.

"Okay, okay, just look at the corpse of the foreigner, what are you talking about, let's go back 1"

Standing up, Zuo Minghui respectfully picked up the inkstone, and carefully put it into the canvas satchel on his waist.He felt as if he had merged with it to some extent. Isn't the inkstone the product of Chinese civilization for thousands of years?It is precisely because of it that civilization has been written and passed on, and China has expanded from the Yellow River Basin to the four sides, and it is not only the sword?It's more about civilization, and inkstone...is a part of civilization.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a certain sense of sacredness, a sacred sense of responsibility. Perhaps in the eyes of the Americans, they were invaders, but what?What they brought was civilization, Chinese civilization. They brought advanced civilization to this land, changing this land and the people on this land, just like the Americans changed the Indians...

"Oh, this is our responsibility!"

(End of this chapter)