The boatman and Yi Nihu were still with Ritakanosuke and others. They stood under the cherry tree on the shore, listening to the explosions coming from afar, looking at the curling tongues of flames and the black smoke rising up into the sky, there was no cherry tree at this moment, the branches were covered with dense leaves, and the green leaves swayed slightly in the wind.

The formation of Chinese planes dispersed in the sky, one after another, one after another dropped bombs, and one after another, each explosion pushed the flames higher. The scorching high temperature, as the sea breeze blows, Nakajima Katsuya smells the burnt smell of Sasebo again.

"Where is our plane?" A discussion came from the bushes. Rigaozhi helped his eyebrows move and his ears stood up.

"Didn't it mean that there are thousands of planes protecting Tokyo? Where did these planes go?" The voice became louder and louder.

"Scammers! Liars! They lied! There were no planes at all! There were no planes! What should we do! Let the Chinese bomb us like this?!" The discussion became louder and more peaceful. Ritakanosuke turned his head to look. Under the branches, a group of citizens were talking. When Kyushu was bombed, the military headquarters claimed that in order to calm the people, they claimed that there were thousands of aircraft protected in Tokyo and published photos of neatly arranged aircraft on the front page of the newspaper. This move to a certain extent encouraged the confidence of Tokyo citizens.

The discussion became louder and louder, and the boatman seemed a little uneasy. He turned his head to look at the citizens under the tree and looked at the little Hu beside him. The little Hu was expressionless and motionless. Kazuya Kazuya and Tabaya were also staring at the flames in the distance. The flames had burned the sky red.

"Citizens don't know that the Zero aircraft can only fly at 8,000 meters high, while the B29 is flying at an altitude of 10,000 meters. You can't explain it clearly. They don't understand aerodynamics." Ritakanosuke kindly comforted the shipmate.

But this was ridiculed in the ears of the shipmates, and the shipmates felt a solemn sense of humiliation and angry. He was ready to take some action. At this time, Yi Hu spoke: "Li Gaojun is right. Ordinary citizens know very little about military affairs. Shipmates, you should keep a normal mind."

"Hayi." Hu was obviously the boss of the shipmate. Although the shipmate was still dissatisfied in his eyes, he was no longer so impulsive.

Ritakanosuke smiled slightly and ignored it. Kazuya Nakajima stared at the direction of the fire, frowned deeply, as if he was smiling bitterly. Tabaya's mouth opened slightly, and he was muttering silently.

A few sharp roars came, and then a series of explosions sounded not far away. Then a series of fire lights soared into the sky, and a wave of people under the trees came, and a sound of talking and talking came.

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"It's Sanguan House!"

"Makushita-cho!"

Suddenly a figure rushed past his side. Ritakanosuke looked closely and saw that the tavern owner ran outward. Ritakanosuke shouted at him: "Hey! What are you doing! Come back quickly!" The boss seemed to have not heard it, and he still ran outward with a short tui. Ritakanosuke chased after him quickly, grabbed him, dragged him back, and the branch rushed out of the bushes with the child on his back.

"Dad, what are you going to do?" Zhizi also grabbed the boss and cried. The child on his back seemed to feel the adult's emotions and started crying loudly, and for a moment he cried on the court.

The boss's eyes stiffly looked at the fire not far away. Now the fire could be felt here obviously, and the boss's mouth trembled: "My tavern, my tavern, it's over, it's over!"

"The tavern that my grandfather opened at that time is now all over!" The boss sat on the ground, slapped the ground and cried.

"These cruel Chinese people!, an old woman cursed in the crowd.

Yi Hu suddenly approached Ritakanosuke and sighed beside him: "It's so miserable. The old shop that has been around for hundreds of years is gone, how can they live in the future?,

"Yes, you said it well," Ritakasuke sighed, "What exactly is the reason for the empire to this day?"

After a moment of silence, Kasumi Nakajima snorted coldly. He looked at the crowd gathered together and cried with expressionless expression: "They cried too early. I don't know if it was their neighborhood. The target of the Chinese bombing this time was the port area. The bombs fell here were just accidental bombing. After they completely blow up the port area, the target turned to the commercial area. At that time, Tokyo was truly destroyed."

"Business District?" The fellow traveler looked at Nakajima in surprise: "No, there is no military industry there, just some shops. Isn't bombing such an area a massacre?"

Nakajima looked at him with a sneer and said no more attention, and he was also silent at all. Tanabe looked at him with a child's eyes, making him feel that his words were very childish. Instead, Tatsuosuke shook his head slightly and patted his shoulder to show comfort.

"I don't know if they will bomb the palace, and whether your majesty is safe in the palace." Tabata said to himself.

No one answered, especially Kazuya Nakajima, Ritsunosuke and Niu Hu, who naturally believed that there was no doubt about this. With the actions of the Japanese army in China, the Chinese people wanted to blow up the four Japanese islands to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, let alone a palace.

The boatman looked at Kaori Nakajima's camera and now understood his actions. Under such a bombing, how many times can Tokyo with a population of six million bear? Those exquisite buildings, the city was destroyed,

Where should these people living in cities go? In addition to Tokyo, there are Yokohama, Orito, Kyoto, and Nagoya. There are tens of millions of urban populations, and the Chinese people will bombard them one by one. What should these people do? The faces of the boat buddies are beginning to turn white.

The crying sound gradually became less and everyone looked blankly at the burning area with sadness, but forgot to think about why the water tanks piled up on the street and the fire extinguishers hanging on the walls failed to put out the fire?

The small black dots flying in the sky, Medea, who brought endless disasters, swayed toward the west, and the alarm of the air raid sirens to be lifted throughout the city, which was a very long steamship whistle.

The whistle sounded a little like a woman who was sobbing and crying with her mouth. The low whistle returned over Tokyo. People slowly walked out of the park and walked quickly towards the scorching heat. Everyone's faces were full of anxiety. They were all nearby residents. Judging from the scorching temperature, the burning place was not far from their homes.

It was home, and the branches changed from brisk walking to trotting. She reached behind one hand to help the child, and the other was carrying a bag. Two small luolu tui swung quickly, and the clogs made a clattering sound. Ashes floated in the sky, emitting a stronger smell of burnt human flesh.

The boss followed Zhiko closely, while the boss's wife slowly walked back with the crowd with the box. Ritakanosuke was a little disgusted with this smell. He didn't want to go back so early to smell the strong stench.

"Ritakakun is not familiar with this taste now." Nakajima Katsuken saw Ritsunosuke's thoughts, and before Ritsunosuke could answer, he sighed: "Actually, I don't like this taste either. It only has the taste of barbecue, no smoke, and only the two flavors are mixed together, which is the taste familiar to soldiers."

Ritakanosuke smiled bitterly and did not answer, but Tanabe sighed, "Yes, that's the enemy, now the compatriots, and I don't like it either."

Kasuke Nakajima looked at Tanabe and shook his head slightly: "Tanbe, why do you say something about children? War is all about everything. How many people have we killed in China? 20 million or 30 million? How many children are we killed as big as the back of the branch? Do you still remember it?"

Taba was speechless, and after a long time he said, "But the nose is a war."

"This is also a war." Kasumi Nakajima looked indifferent, his tone was not strong at all, and his emotions were not moving at all: "The base camp has formulated a final battle strategy,..."

Tanabe frowned and interrupted him: "Kun Nakajima, Ligao and I have retired and are in suspicion. It seems inappropriate to tell us this."

Kazunashima seemed to have heard it. He looked at Ritakanosuke and continued, "Armed tens of millions of citizens, and when the enemy landed, attacked the enemy, regardless of the cost or consequences, and was ready to exchange one hundred lives for one enemy."

Ritakanosuke frowned and asked, "What are they doing? Are they scaring the enemy or scaring ourselves?"

Kazuka Nakajima laughed and didn't say anything more. Tanabe and Nihu looked at each other, not knowing what they meant. Ritakanosuke explained when he saw this: "This strategy is actually to push the entire nation to roulette, bet, win, lose, and the Yamato nation will become extinct." At this point, he paused for a few seconds: "I think the latter possibility is greater."

"How can I see it?" Tabaya asked.

Kazuka Nakajima asked lightly: "Tabe-kun, if the Chinese people resist when fighting on the Chinese territory, would you mind killing many people?"

Tianbian stopped talking, and Hu Yin had a calm face. The boatmates were scared. He had never been to China, but he had been to North Korea and had killed many North Korean rebels. He knew clearly that feeling. No one would be lenient. He killed as much as he could. As long as the resistance continued, the killing would not stop.

Several people slowly left the trees, and saw from a distance that the branches suddenly knelt on the ground, shook their shoulders, and the crowd behind also stopped. Suddenly, the crowd cheered and ran forward together.

Ritakanosuke breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that things were not at the worst. After taking two steps, he suddenly remembered, how could he feel a sense of comfort? Why is this?

"It seems we can continue to drink," said Kazunashima.

Ritakasuke smiled bitterly: "Don't laugh at me when I sleep drunk on the battlefield, I don't have this romance."

The burnt smell around was even stronger, and the smell of gunpowder became stronger. Tanabe shook her head, and a little Hu shook her head. Kazuki Nakajima sighed: "It seems that you are not qualified samurai yet."

Ritakanosuke smiled, but a question arose in his heart. This question has existed since he met Nakajima. What kind of person is Nakajima Kakajima, with firm beliefs and outstanding talents. He is definitely not an impulsive person, nor is he a random person to take out military secrets to chat. But he actually did this. Why is this? Is it another plan from Doihira?!
Chapter completed!