Wang Cui looked cold, her mouth curled a little, and her face with heavy makeup actually looked much lighter: "What's wrong?"

At first glance, Yang Yuying saw some disdain in the depths of her eyes, and immediately realized that she truly felt that what she said was the truth.

Yang Yuying was a little incredible for a moment.

She has seen countless absurd remarks, but she really can't understand what Wang Cui said.

Wang Cui sneered: "What? Chinese people can be ruled by the Yuan people, become Yuan people, and be ruled by the Qing Dynasty, and become Qing people. In the long river of history, countless dynasties on this land are replaced. You all think it is normal. Now it is just another reincarnation. What? If it were European and American countries, or if Japan entered the Central Plains and ruled in China, you would find it difficult to accept it?"

"This is obviously a good thing. China is barbaric and backward. As a barbaric land, does it not have the desire to pursue civilization?"

"If we assimilate with European and American countries, the people of our country can bathe in the light of civilization and wash away the barbaric spirit on their bodies, what's wrong?"

"Not to say elsewhere, the people of North Province are actually living under the rule of the Japanese. Are they not living well? The transportation is well developed, shopping malls are numerous, and the lives of the people are not only not worse than before, but also much better. Go and read the newspapers in North Province and listen to the sounds made by North Province. Am I not telling the truth?"

Yang Yuying was quiet for a moment.

Wang Cui's words seemed to be sincere.

How ridiculous and terrible!

Wang Cui is not a commoner who doesn't know a single word. She has been familiar with poetry and books since she was a child, went to a new school, studied in middle schools, studied in the United States, and was among the serious elites.

Yang Yuying took out the nameless scroll, patted it gently, and opened it casually, revealing a page of photos inside.

The Japanese looked full of joy and posed as a winner.

The baby who is still in swagger is pierced by a saber.

The child's mother's intestines were rotten and she died with her eyes open. Her hands were desperately stretched to her child.

Countless civilians, young and old, were lying in pools of blood.

Blood extends out, and corpses pile up into mountains.

Yang Yuying handed the photo in front of Wang Cui.

Although it was just a photo, Wang Cui took a look and unconsciously opened her head and lowered her eyes.

Yang Yuying stared at her lightly, and saw a faint trace of fear appearing under her heavy makeup.

She suddenly sighed.

I remember when I was walking around with the Marshal, I temporarily lived on a planet that had not yet left the universe.

The planet was quite peaceful. Although some areas were barren and wars occurred frequently, most places had been peaceful for decades.

At that time, how did civilians in peaceful areas view the killings?

I heard that, or saw news related to the war zone, and many reports of the dead who died in the war, I would feel heartbroken, sympathize and vent my emotions, but it was only a temporary topic of conversation after dinner.

Thinking about it now, Yang Yuying has nothing to do with that kind of indifference.

Because only by having never experienced real pain can one become indifferent.

Just talking about Wang Cui in front of her, she was full of nonsense, which made people feel hated, but the pain in her eyes was also really painful.

"This is already an old thing. At the beginning, the Chinese army insulted the bodies of Japanese soldiers first and lurked casually. They were like this. If they said they violated international law, it was also the Chinese soldiers who violated international law first!"

Wang Cui lowered her head and gritted her teeth.

Yang Yuying sneered, tore off the page of the photo and handed it to Wang Cui. Wang Cui suddenly avoided it as if she was scared, and let the photo float on the car.

Wang Cui's eyes turned red and her body curled up slightly, but for a moment, she turned indifferently and looked out of the car: "What do you want to say?"

Yang Yuying sighed and continued to open the nameless scroll in her hand.

Letter after letter emerged.

British journalist.

American journalist.

There are even countless Japanese soldiers' own diaries.

"The Japanese soldiers chased the fugitive people... and stabbed the fallen people even more fiercely. Walking on the street, you could step on dead bodies everywhere."

"It's dark, and the massacre continues. Gunshots, shouts, screams and moans echo everywhere. A terrible scene appeared on the street: blood was soaked on the ground, and corpses with broken limbs were lying everywhere; some alleys were simply blocked by dead bodies."

"The Japanese army used bayonets to penetrate the women's chests, stringing up children under two years old, and deliberately lifted them up to the sky for viewing."

“…”

"I saw a man kneeling in front of the soldiers, kowtowed and begging for his life. He inserted his head into the ground with a gun and a sword in the other hand, and cut off his head with a sword..."

"There are even spiritual dogs and dogs who know the spirit. Seeing their owner's corpse stiff, they couldn't help but rush their backs to the side..."

Yang Yuying read softly, her fingers trembled slightly, and she was a little unbearable.

"...I was wrong. You shouldn't take a tired dog when you say you, and most dogs know how to protect their masters."

Wang Cui's face was expressionless, but her limbs were leaning against the car window with weak limbs, her lips trembled slightly, and her voice was hoarse: "Stop talking, fake, all fake."

Yang Yuying turned a deaf ear.

Continue to read the Japanese soldiers’ own marching diary.

"...I will kill the Chinese soldiers when I see them, without leaving any one. The streets are full of dead bodies, making it extremely inconvenient to walk..."

One sentence after another, Yang Yuying's face became gloomy, her qi and blood surged, and she was already extremely angry.

If she hadn't had her experience and had a successful cultivation level now, she would have been furious if she had been angry back then.

Almost instantly, Yang Yuying's mentality became different from the past.

After she came over, she kept having a playful attitude and wanted to complete the task and give Lin Wanniang a perfect life. In addition, she was relaxed and at ease.

She is a translator and researching airplanes. She is all because of her interest, but is just a product of playing in the world.

Recently, what she is most interested in is airplanes, and she is even interested in professional research.

After all, she always felt that this simple aircraft was of great reference value to Dashunchao.

Is the spacecraft good? Of course it's good, but she knows the principle. Can it be copied in Dashun?

Practically speaking, her aircraft design drawings are more important to Dashun than the spacecraft drawings.

Yang Yuying closed the nameless scroll with a 'bang' and put it away. Although she was angry, her face was cold: "These are all old things. Since you mentioned the Northern Province, let me tell you about the latest news in the Northern Province. On the eighth day of the April 1st, seven students including Liu Ahu, Zhao Sheng, Xue Wei, etc., were burned by the Japanese for playing the 'killing Japanese invaders' game. Four teachers intended to rescue them, but they were all stabbed to death by bayonets."

She paused: "Because an American reporter was interviewing nearby, the entire school was burned down to keep it confidential, and all the teachers and students were killed and buried. The next day, the school no longer existed. Countless parents of students who arrived at the school did not even find their children's bones. Anyone who cried and howled were assassinated..."

"Liu Ahu's mother, Ms. Cao Yueru, went crazy because of her son's death. She rushed to the North Province to sue the Japanese soldiers, but was bullied and insulted by those people and eventually killed."

Yang Yuying placed one piece of information after another before Wang Cui.

Wang Cui seemed to think of something terrible, and opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly closed her mouth, knocking her teeth on her tongue, and the blood filled her mouth, which was so fishy.

She reluctantly looked up and sneered: "What do you think about it?"

Yang Yuying looked at her: "What about you, what do you want to say? You are very happy when you were studying in the United States? You have to listen to those foreigners every day, let those people ridicule them, and let them take them away. It's great? Do you really want to be a slave to the country? Do you really think that the great powers will treat us Chinese as their own citizens? Do you think they launched a war for the sake of common prosperity? What do you think invasion is?"

"Shut up!"

A bloody color spread in front of Wang Cui's eyes. She suddenly sniffed, a little restless, reached out to touch her hand, took out a cigarette from it, lit it twice, sucked it, and said repeatedly, "Let me get out of the car, I want to get out of the car!"

Almost in an instant, Wang Cui became restless and crashed into the car door. When Yang Yuying pulled her, she couldn't hold her back. Her strength was much bigger than before in the blink of an eye.

Yang Yuying's heart sank. As soon as she hit the car, she grabbed her belt, pulled the person back and threw it under her feet, raised her foot and stepped on it, "Go back to Sihai Hotel."

Song Yu didn't ask, and quickly turned around.

Now Song Yu is respectful and afraid of the Miss Lin in front of him, and he will never dare to treat this as an ordinary country woman again.

The two of them took Wang Cui back straight away. When they entered the door, Commander Song, Staff General Lu, and several of them were talking in the conference room. When they heard the sounds, they looked at Yang Yuying throwing Wang Cui directly into the bathtub, tied up and poured cold water down on their heads.

Wang Cui struggled desperately, scratching everywhere, sweating all over her head.

"Pharm, give me medicine!"

She looked snot and tears on her face and cried to Song Yan, "Ah, Ah."

Song Wei's teeth creaked: "Ji Daohui, Japanese, I and you are incompatible!"

After he arrived at Qindao, he did the only two things, the first thing he did was to cooperate with Liren Foreign Company to purchase weapons.

The second thing is to cut the mess with a quick knife, kill a group of people from the Jidaohui, and completely cut off their minions to the security army.

This group of people dared to penetrate and sell those things into his army, so don't blame him for doing it.

Song Yu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said to Yang Yuying: "Wanniang, I know what I know. Don't worry, you are tired today, let Song Yu take you back and have a good rest."

Yang Yuying waved her hand: "I'll leave if I say a few more words."

She walked over and took Wang Cui out of the bathtub, making her lie on the edge of the bathtub with breathing.

At this time, Wang Cui had no strength at all and only let out a burst of wail from her throat.

Yang Yuying opened the nameless scroll and gently opened it.

"I know that your current state is no longer rational. If you are involved in those things, you will no longer be a human being, and you will not be the original Wang Cui. But you really don't want to know how your daughter Mimi is now?"

Wang Cui was shocked.

Zhou Xingzhi: "Daughter!! What the hell!"
To be continued...