"Oh, you say it again!" Zhao Zhengtai has risen from breaking the CD to fighting hard.
"Okay, get up first and I will tell you." I continued to stroke someone's lean meat through the silk while smiling evilly: "Sit like this, you will be misunderstood by everyone."
"Bah, who misunderstood you." Zhao Zhengtai turned flushed and sat aside.
"Okay, I ask if you have seen those anti-Japanese war movies made by us in China." Sitting up, I pulled out the juice box from the short coffee table and took out two bottles for myself and Zhao Zhengtai.
"Enough, don't mention the mentally retarded movies. If the Japanese are as stupid as they appear in the movies, doesn't it mean that the Han Chinese who are invaded by them are more stupid." Zhao Zhengtai rolled his eyes and said, "I really don't know about your movie productions. Human mind."
"Then I will ask you again, do you think that a guy who looks like a villain draws a gun and kills has a great sensory impact on you, or is it the sensory impact of a guy who doesn't look like a bad guy without changing his "color". Big."
"It's obviously the latter."
"That's not right. If you want to describe a bad person, you must first describe him as a normal person, and he looks like a good person." To the repentant Zhao Zhengtai, I began to instill the most common bad person in Hollywood. Mode: "When a normal person, a good old person, when he is doing evil, the unhurried appearance has a great impact on the audience. Moreover, a large part of the Japanese officers at the time were of noble origin, and they acted gracefully. , It's the same when killing people."
"Oh, that's the case."
"So, keep watching."
I pointed to the screen, and Zhao Xien picked up the remote control from the floor on the side.
At this moment, a group of people ran over from the end of the alley. Sindberg picked up the camera in his hand, and I glanced at the crowd. They were all civilians, most of them were "women" and children. This is a bit embarrassing for the elderly, because most of the young men either go to the army or have already run away, so there are not many men in the crowd.
The Japanese non-commissioned officer who called was standing in front of the cordon and barked loudly in Chinese.
"What is he talking about?" Kunde asked, looking at me.
"What is he talking about?" I turned my head and looked at my employee. I have to admit that I understand Chinese, but I have no reason to understand even this kind of crappy Chinese.
"He said to stop, or we would shoot." The pale employee replied in German.
The civilians are not in front of the blockade, but they should be stopped in front of bayonets, machine guns and murderous soldiers.
"Rabe, why are these civilians running?" Sind Bella looked at me and said.
"I don't know." As I stood up from the car, I looked at the civilian group, it was so dark that I could barely see from the alley.
"You go first, this is a military control zone." Terai Shou smiled, and he put on his white gloves.
"Wait, respectable commander, what's the matter with these civilians, why are they running around in the street so aimlessly?" Sind Bella asked loudly.
"It's not your business, you don't care." Terai Shouichi had a faint smile on his face.
At this moment, the non-commissioned officer walked to Terauchi's side and murmured a lot of Japanese.
"I know what they want to do." My employee's eyes reddened, and the young guy from the northeast seemed to be crying.
"Children, what are they doing?" Dr. Kunde turned to look at my subordinates curiously.
"They are preparing for a slaughter! These Oriental devils often do this when they are home!"
Accompanied by the cry of the young man, gunshots rang, and the bullets scrambled to get into the bodies of the old man, the "women" and the children.
Kunde and I stared at the ugly scene in front of us dumbfounded, and the moaning Sind Bella did not notice that the camera in her hand had fallen.
Nanjing may be heaven, but at the end of 1937, it must be hell.
When the screen turned black, Zhao Xieen looked incredulously at my sleeve: "Is this all true!?"
"This is a movie. I don't know if Bella has seen Shouichi Temple in the temple, but the large-scale massacre that occurred after the Nanjing city was broken is real. It is conservatively estimated that more than 300,000 people died in this winter, and according to our research Knowing that this massacre of innocent civilians lasted until the spring of the following year."
"It's terrible! In our Serris literature, the Wa country has never had such a terrible record."
"You Serris have not survived on the earth since the end of the Song Dynasty. Naturally, you will not know a series of ugly things that have happened on this earth in this thousand years."
Let’s not talk about it. On the tenth day in Yangzhou, these tragic experiences experienced by the Santu people in Jiading are nothing more than so-called historical laws in the eyes of future generations. Sometimes I really want to question them if they Living in the laws of history, do you still feel that the laws of history are so sweet
"Tell me, what should we do to save my compatriots from such a tragic fate." Zhao Xieen looked at me with a look of anger: "I cannot accept the fact that my compatriots were slaughtered, and We Seris people just stopped moving because of our failure thousands of years ago. Damn it."
"If you want to change your destiny, you must change your mind. But can we change everyone's mind?" I looked at Zhao Xian.
"No, this is impossible. People can be killed and imprisoned, but it is difficult for them to change their minds." The little guy lowered his head: "It took us the Serris nearly two hundred years to change the whole The thoughts of the bereaved."
"You are preaching. If I introduce you to a brand new theory in a subtle way, would you believe it?"
"You mean brainwashing."
"No, what you said about brainwashing is a completely compulsory act. What I am talking about is to convey a spirit to everyone through novels, movies, games, and entertainment." I pointed to the "" piled up in the corner of the coffee table. The set of "Steel Ambition".
"Using a nihilistic force to change countless people's views on the world, let them know that a good life will not come to them because of begging. Only by relying on their own efforts with countless like-minded people can they get a good life. ."
"You don't want to make a revolution, right." Zhao Xien looked at me with surprise.
"Revolution? Who's fate." I smiled and patted his shoulder: "I am not interested in the titles of emperor, country lord, president or "chairman". In my bones, I am just a mortal. I've lived a happy and good life all my life."
"You still have the face to say that you are a mortal." Zhao Xieen muttered.
"Okay, don't quarrel with me. Next week, let's go to the location to see how the movie was shot up close."
"Really?"
"Of course." And I will also call Long and Wen Youqing, but the little girl just happened to be sick, I don't know if his family will let her out. While I was thinking about how to trick Wen Xiaojiu out of Wen Laojiu and Wen Dajiu's hands, Zhao Xieen asked me a new question.