As soon as Mei Youlan's words fell, Jiang Xiaoxian and Zhao Bingyi were stunned. Zhuang Jihua laughed in his stomach, but blamed him, "Don't talk nonsense, Jian Xiao can understand if he has any concerns," and then turned to Jiang Xiaoxian: "But Jian Xiao, what are you going to deal with these people?"

Zhuang Jihua's words were considered to be a question. Jiang Xiaoxian was embarrassed about these people. Kill them, but the response was too great; just keeping them like this doesn't seem to be a solution.

"It's so difficult," Jiang Xiaoxian sighed and said, "I can't kill you, and I can't let you go. People protest every now and then. I can't bother the principal."

Seeing Jiang Xiaoxian's distressed look, Zhuang Jihua stood up and walked forward two steps: "It's not a good idea to just keep them locked up like this."

"Hey, who said no," Zhao Bingyi sighed: "The prison is full. You have to kill the suspects first according to my temper."

Li Zhilong suddenly laughed: "There are at least nearly 100,000 students in Peking, so your prison needs to be more advanced."

"The people are not afraid of death, but why do they fear it?" Zhuang Jihua slowly walked to the window in a solemn expression: "In the 14th year of the Republic of China, the May 30th Massacre in Shanghai, the Shaji Massacre in Guangzhou, Jiujiang, Hankou, Wanxian, there were many tragedies. Chinese people died and injured. Foreigners thought that blood could scare the Chinese people, but as a result, were the Chinese people scared? Jian Xiao, these are all things we have experienced personally. Blood cannot scare the Chinese people, and can only arouse greater protest anger."

Zhuang Jihua's words silenced everyone in the house. They were all participants in the Great Revolution, and those surging days left them with unforgettable memories.

Mei Youlan didn't have that experience. Seeing the heavy expressions of the people in the room, her eyes rolled around for a few times and suddenly laughed: "Cousin, I think this matter is easy, so don't make things difficult for you."

"Oh, what good way do I have for my cousin?" Jiang Xiaoxian looked at her in confusion: "It's not OK to let them go like this."

"Isn't it okay to keep them closed?" Mei Youlan sneered: "Don't you need people to go to Sichuan? It's a problem for you to keep these people. It's better to hand them over to your elder brother and let them take them to Sichuan. In this way, you will be peaceful and Peking will be quiet."

Zhuang Jihua looked at Mei Youlan with a little surprise. He did not tell her his thoughts, but she thought of them by herself.

Jiang Xiao first looked at Mei Youlan and Zhuang Jihua: "Cultural Revolution, is this your idea?"

Zhuang Jihua shook his head, Mei Youlan raised her eyebrows and said softly: "Cousin, don't look down on others. I just thought of it. Do you think this idea is OK?"

Zhao Bingyi thought about it and suddenly asked in an inquiring tone: "Miss Cousin, are you going to Sichuan too?"

"Well," Mei Youlan nodded: "I'll go and see. If my elder brother finds a mine, I will invest in mining. I originally wanted to set up a trading company, but my aunt said mining is better. Cousin, what do you think?"

It was just right, and it not only raised the sign of Soong Mei-ling, but also left them with endless room for imagination. Zhuang Jihua secretly praised him. He didn't know that this girl had been loved by Mr. Mei since she was a child, and it was common for her to do business under the banner of Mr. Mei.

Jiang Xiaoxian and Zhao Bingyi suddenly realized in their hearts. No wonder this girl was so concerned about Zhuang Jihua's affairs. It turned out that Soong Mei-ling was still there. If the mining was started, there might be Soong Mei-ling's shares.

Jiang Xiaoxian exchanged a look with Zhao Bingyi and understood each other's ideas. Jiang Xiaoxian thought about it and said, "My cousin's idea is good. But are those people willing?"

Zhuang Jihua turned around and looked at Jiang Xiaoxian and Zhao Bingyi: "I think I can talk to them."

The Kusarazi Military Prison, which was in charge of guarding the Third Gendarmerie Regiment, is near Hokkaido. The prison is not very large. The center is a yard dedicated to prisoners' release and the prison's teachings. From here, there are more than 20 rooms on both sides of the north and south. More than 800 people are imprisoned, more than half of which are students.

At this moment, all these students were concentrated in the courtyard. Many of them were still wearing torn school uniforms. A few were still wrapped in bandages and there were obvious blood on their clothes.

Zhuang Jihua stood alone on the podium. Facing the obviously hostile gaze below, he began his most difficult speech.

"Students, I am here by your teacher," Zhuang Jihua's voice was low. Only after seeing these students did he know how difficult it was to resolve their hostility: "I know why you came here, and I also know that you are full of resentment at this moment. You resent the government because of being beaten and unfairly treated, resent them to betray the country, resent them to suppress your demonstrations; is that true? I have nothing to say about suppressing your demonstrations, but I will never agree with the National Government's treason. It's just that the government's methods are different from your methods, so I want to discuss with my classmates about how to fight against Japan."

"What's there to discuss! The government will not send troops to recapture the three northeastern provinces, it is a treason!" a student with a northeast accent shouted loudly.

"Yes!" a female classmate also shouted. About one hundred of these students were wearing sky blue floor tops and black skirts.

As the two said the students in the field began to get excited again.

"Patriotism is not guilty!"

"Recapture the three eastern provinces!"

Zhuang Jihua was still experienced in dealing with these young and emotional students. He did not speak out and stopped the warden's actions, but just waited silently for them to calm down.

The students shouted the slogans excitedly, but when they saw that Zhuang Jihua did not move at all, they gradually realized that the person who came today was different from usual. Zhuang Jihua also noticed that several of the students were looking around. It seemed that they were observing the live-fire hell guards on the surrounding high walls, but in fact they were passing information to each other, because as soon as they moved, someone around them immediately responded. Zhuang Jihua concluded that they or someone around them had extremely high prestige among the students.

While the students' voices were a little lower, Zhuang Jihua immediately interrupted: "Since I'm talking about anti-Japanese war, I'll talk about anti-Japanese war. I'm a professional in this regard. I may not be able to compare literature, physics, and chemistry with you, but when it comes to war, I'm definitely more professional than you. Let's talk about what the war is fighting? Who can tell me?"

The students were stunned. They were passionate, but they were still laymen in war.

"We are not afraid of sacrifice! We have 450 million compatriots. As long as we unite for 450 million compatriots, we can defeat Japanese imperialism!"

"Down with Japanese imperialism!"

"We will win!"

Zhuang Jihua breathed a sigh of relief, and he simply walked down. He walked into the middle of the students, raised his hand to signal, asking everyone to be quiet, and then said loudly.

"I'm not afraid of sacrifice, and I'm not afraid. If sacrifice can recover the three northeastern provinces, then I don't mind sacrificing with my classmates."

"Ma Zhanshanjiangqiao Anti-Japanese War. The Northeast Volunteers had hundreds of thousands. Why did they fail in the end? The best result was to achieve one or two local victories."

"That's better than you're not going to shoot!" Some of the students shouted.

"General Zhang Xueliang threw away the three northeastern provinces without a single shot. As a soldier, I think this is a shame, a great shame," Zhuang Jihua said loudly with a serious expression: "You just said that 450 million compatriots can defeat the Japanese by uniting. This is correct, but the question is, are our 450 million compatriots united together? No! If we have 450 million compatriots united together, the Japanese would not dare to look at us directly, let alone occupying the Northeast; if we have 450 million compatriots united together, who dares to look at us directly in this world? Will foreigners still dare to run rampant in China?"

Zhuang Jihua's emotions began to be excited: "We have 450 million compatriots, 450,000 people in the city. People in the city began to realize the national crisis, but what about the vast rural areas? Those farmers who have never even left the village in their lives. What do they think? Will they agree?"

"The war is fighting the country's industry, but do we have it? We don't have it. We can't build heavy artillery, we can't build aircraft or tanks. So once the war starts in full, the result is self-evident. We will lose all the land in the east, including the North China Plain, Shandong, Jiangnan, and all ports. The people in these areas will live a miserable life under the Japanese subway hooves."

"Hmph. We shouldn't resist according to your wishes? Just let the enemy attack?" A student rushed to Zhuang Jihua, blushed and asked loudly with tears in his eyes: "You... are just a coward! A coward!"

After saying that, a mouthful of thick phlegm spit on Zhuang Jihua. The two soldiers hurriedly stepped forward and twisted him. The young man struggled violently. The students around him also shouted loudly. Zhuang Jihua quickly shouted: "Let go of him, let him go."

The soldier let go of the young student. Zhuang Jihua took out his handkerchief and wiped the phlegm from his body. He stepped forward and patted the young man on the shoulder, looked straight into his eyes and said, "Good, have the courage and courage. If you keep such courage, you will definitely be able to truly contribute to the anti-Japanese war."

"But I want to tell you that I have said so much, it is not to say that we should not resist. If the enemy attacks, we must resist, not only resist, but also fight back. When the war is over, our flag should be inserted in Tokyo and on the roof of the Emperor's Palace."

"Students, gunfire is right in my ears, the enemy's bayonet is flashing coldly, the time to shout slogans has passed, and it is time to take action. Students, now I want to ask you something, are you willing to sacrifice for the fight against Japan? Are you willing to work hard for the fight against Japan?"

Zhuang Jihua's spitting on his face had already calmed down the students present, and then made extremely inflammatory remarks aroused the emotions of the students who were already a little excited.

"I would rather die than be a slave to the destruction of the country!"

Hundreds of arms were immediately raised in unison, and the slogans were shaking the sky.

"After all, it's Huangpu's hero, and he can't stand it." Zhao Bingyi, who was observing on the courtyard wall, shook his head and sighed. It was obvious that the situation had been successfully controlled by Zhuang Jihua, and the students had begun to accept him.

"What's this? Pediatrics," Jiang Xiaoxian said unfairly: "The Sichuan Army is better than these dolls, and he still gets obedient."

After Jiang Xiao said this, he turned around and left. Zhao Bingyi hurriedly called him: "You won't watch it."
Chapter completed!