Traveling through 1937, I came to fight against the Kwantung Army

The afterglow of the setting sun is like an orange-red gauze, gently spreading on the earth.

Yumiko Watanabe held her son Jiro's hand tightly and walked slowly forward step by step.

Their figures were stretched out on the winding road, like two lonely boats drifting in the long river of time.

Only she knew the hardships and pain she had endured along the way since leaving Tokyo. If it weren't for her son's company, she would have wanted to die long ago!

Ahead, the outline of Ibaraki Prefecture gradually became clear. The familiar, rolling hills, like a gentle embrace, exuded a soothing atmosphere in the hazy twilight.

Yumiko looked at the land, a trace of fatigue flashing in her eyes, and then gradually filled with an indescribable comfort. Her hand unconsciously clasped Jiro's little hand, and Jiro also sensibly returned the hand, as if giving his mother silent strength.

"We are finally here. This is my mother's hometown!" Yumiko said softly to Jiro.

At this moment, Yumiko felt as if the huge rock that had been weighing on her heart for many days had finally fallen to the ground. She raised her head slightly, took a deep breath of the air with the fragrance of the earth, and gently closed her eyes, as if she wanted to engrave this peace in her heart forever.

The distant intersection,

A flag appeared.

It seems that there are people checking the passers-by there.

Yumiko Watanabe and Jiro were jogging. They were both hungry and thirsty, and they were thinking of asking the soldiers for some water and food!

But, when I got closer,

Yumiko felt dizzy and her legs went weak, almost falling to the ground. She opened her eyes wide, filled with disbelief and despair.

It’s not the Rising Sun Flag at all!

She stared blankly at the fluttering golden dragon swallowing a ball banner. The golden dragon scales gleamed in the sunlight, but now they felt like sharp blades, piercing her eyes. Her lips trembled slightly as she muttered to herself, as if questioning why fate was so unfair.

She originally thought that by escaping hundreds of kilometers from Tokyo, she would be able to escape the clutches of the enemy and find a peaceful place, but reality was like a heavy slap in the face, hitting her mercilessly in the face again.

Jiro clutched Yumiko's clothes tightly, his face filled with fear and confusion, his clear eyes filled with tears, like a lake about to burst its banks. He looked up at his mother, trying to find some comfort from her, but all he saw was despair on her face.

At the checkpoint at the intersection,

There were two armored vehicles parked there, a machine gun position next to it, and a few tents.

There were several large loudspeakers mounted on the armored vehicle, playing the announcement of the end of the war recited by the Emperor himself over and over again!

In front of this Haizhou State checkpoint, which exudes a cold and eerie atmosphere, the Japanese passing by were like lambs to be slaughtered, forced to endure the brutal searches by Haizhou State soldiers.

Yumiko Watanabe, holding the hand of her son Jiro Watanabe, walked slowly and heavily towards the checkpoint as the crowd flowed.

Her eyes were full of vigilance and anxiety, like a frightened deer, always ready to avoid danger. When they approached the checkpoint, a Haizhou soldier rushed over fiercely and separated Yumiko and Jiro.

The soldier's rough hands were like iron clamps, roaming freely on Yumiko's body.

Every touch was like a cold snake crawling on her skin, making her feel extremely disgusted and humiliated. Yumiko's body trembled uncontrollably, and she bit her lips tightly, trying not to make any sound.

Her eyes flashed with anger and despair, like a volcano about to erupt, but she had to suppress the anger in her heart.

Jiro watched all this in horror, his eyes wide open and tears welling up in his eyes.

He wanted to rush over to protect his mother, but was pushed away by another soldier. Jiro fell to the ground, but he didn't care about the pain, just screamed at the top of his lungs: "Mom! Mom!"

The soldier's hands continued to wander over Yumiko's body, even deliberately lingering on sensitive parts, wantonly rubbing them. Yumiko felt dizzy and the world seemed to have gone dark.

Her dignity was ruthlessly trampled upon, and the anger and humiliation in her heart surged like a surging tide, almost drowning her. She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that all this would end quickly and that she could escape this terrible place with her son.

But the sentry had no intention of letting him go.

After the inspection,

The sentry suddenly shouted something!

Another sentry roughly grabbed Yumiko's arm and dragged her into the gloomy tent.

Jiro Watanabe followed behind crying and was dragged back and beaten up. Every punch and kick was filled with ruthless malice. The boy's screams sounded particularly shrill in the cold wind.

"Son, don't move! Just wait for your mother at the checkpoint!" Yumiko screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice filled with despair and reluctance. She knew what she was about to face, but she was more worried about her son's safety.

The moment I was dragged into the tent, a disgusting smell hit me in the face.

In the dim light, several Japanese women were tied tightly to camp beds, their eyes empty and desperate, and faint whimpering sounds coming from their mouths.

A dozen Haizhou soldiers were lined up, each with a lewd smile on their face. Yumiko's eyes widened in fear, her body trembling uncontrollably. She wanted to resist, to escape, but the clamp-like hands held her down tightly, preventing her from moving.

Next to the checkpoint filled with tension and oppression, the cold wind howled like a wild beast, making Watanabe Jiro's thin body shiver.

He stared at the tent that was swallowing his mother, his eyes full of anxiety and fear. His feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he waited motionlessly.

Time seemed to stand still, and every second felt as long as a year to Jiro.

A Haizhou sentry slowly walked up to Jiro. The sentry was tall and had a kind expression on his face. He squatted down, took out a pack of chocolate biscuits from his pocket, and handed it to Jiro.

The sentry said something softly, but his tone was very gentle.

Jiro, feeling hungry, hesitated for a moment before finally accepting the biscuits. On this cold night, this small packet of biscuits seemed like the warmest thing in the world. He raised his head, looked at the sentry with grateful eyes, and whispered, "Thank you."

Finally, after a long wait, a figure slowly walked out of the tent.

It's my mother! Jiro quickly put the biscuits into his pocket and ran towards his mother. Yumiko Watanabe limped and stumbled, and every step seemed to exhaust all her strength. Her hair was messy and draped over her shoulders, and her face was full of fatigue and pain.

Jiro rushed to his mother and hugged her tightly. Yumiko held back her tears, stroked Jiro's head, and said, "My child, Mom is back."

Jiro Watanabe hurriedly took out the biscuits and handed them to his mother!

At this time, bursts of chatting sounds came from the street!