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

The sunset gradually falls,

The biting cold wind cut across her cheeks like an ice knife. Yumiko Watanabe held her son's hand tightly, staggering but determined as she walked towards her village.

On that long journey, fear and fatigue followed her everywhere, but when she thought about seeing her elderly parents soon, a glimmer of warm hope ignited in her heart.

They finally returned to the small village more than ten kilometers away from the city.

Fortunately, this place has not been affected by war and the village still maintains its tranquility and peace.

The well-arranged wooden houses glow with soft light in the afterglow of the setting sun, and curls of smoke slowly rise from the roofs, as if telling of the stability of life.

Yumiko looked at the familiar scene, tears blurring her eyes. She took a deep breath and quickened her pace with her son.

She dragged her exhausted body and stood in front of the familiar yet somewhat mottled door.

Her hand trembled slightly as she slowly raised it and gently knocked on the door. The knock was particularly clear in the quiet evening, as if it also knocked on her uneasy heart.

After a while, the door creaked open and my father, Ken Fujita, who was nearly 70 years old, appeared at the door. His hair was gray and his face was covered with wrinkles, but his eyes were still bright and kind.

When the father saw Yumiko and her son behind her, he was stunned at first, then a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together by a smile.

"Yumiko, my child, it's really you!" The father stretched out his hand excitedly.

"And Jiro, my dear grandson!" Fujita Ken's face was full of smiles!

Yumiko couldn't hold back any longer, tears welling up in her eyes. She threw herself into her father's arms, hugged him tightly like she did when she was a child, and choked out her tears, saying, "Dad, I'm home."

Her father patted her back gently and said in a trembling voice, "It's good that you're back. It's good that you're back."

The son also timidly walked to his grandfather. Fujita Ken bent down, touched his head, and said with a smile: "Come into the house quickly, it's too cold outside!"

After entering the house, mother Shizuko Fujita happily hugged Yumiko and Jiro.

The family was immersed in the joy of reunion after a long separation, as if all the suffering had disappeared at this moment. The warm family affection was like a bright light, illuminating their future path.

Seeing her daughter and grandson return safely, the surprise in her eyes hadn't completely faded before Shizuko Fujita hurriedly turned and went into the kitchen. Although she was old, her movements were still sharp.

She quickly tied on the apron, which was slightly faded but washed white, with a firm and somewhat anxious look in her eyes, as if she wanted to put all her love into this dinner.

The food in the cupboard was scarce, and in these turbulent times, even having these was a rare opportunity. But there was no trace of embarrassment in Shizuko Fujita's eyes. Her years of experience in housework gave her an idea instantly.

"What? Taro also died in battle?" Fujita Ken was shocked to hear the bad news, a trace of sadness flashed across his eyes.

"Yes, father, there are no people from Haizhou Kingdom coming here, right?"

"Don't worry, we are far away from the city. What are they doing here?"

Shizuko Fujita quickly poured the vegetables into the pot and stir-fried them with a spatula. The sound of the spatula hitting the iron pot was like a beautiful symphony.

In a corner, there was a piece of preserved salted fish. Shizuko Fujita took it out, rinsed it with clean water, placed it on a plate, sprinkled some chopped green onions on it, and placed it in the steamer. She knew that the taste of this salted fish was what her daughter and grandson missed most.

Bordeaux, France, Merignac,

Dassault production base,

Thick smoke was already billowing.

an hour ago,

A formation consisting of 47 Yue Fei-2 fighters and 66 Meng Tian-2 attack aircraft launched a fierce air strike on the factory!

Desai is a senior engineer at the Mérignac aircraft factory in Bordeaux. He has deep affection for the factory, which has carried his youth and dreams for many years.

After the bombing by the Haizhou Air Force, the factory looked like it had suffered a catastrophe. The thick smoke had not yet completely dissipated, and the pungent smell of gunpowder made it hard to breathe. The wreckage of machines and building debris were scattered everywhere.

Desai didn't care about the wounds on his body caused by the debris. He rushed into the collapsed office building, hoping to save more technical data.

These materials, the product of the painstaking efforts of countless researchers and workers, were the factory's invaluable assets and the hope for the development of France's aviation industry. He crouched, struggling to search through the rubble. His hands were cut by sharp metal fragments, and blood dripped onto the dusty ground, but he was oblivious.

Suddenly, the shrill air raid sirens rang out again. The sharp sound was like a sharp blade, instantly piercing Desai's eardrums.

His body froze instantly, and the movement of his hand fumbling with the documents he was working on also stopped. An intense fear and despair spread rapidly from his feet to his entire body like an icy tide. He slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief. In the sky, he saw the fighter planes of the Haizhou Air Force, like the black grim reaper, swarming towards the factory again.

Desai's legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and the document he was holding tightly in his hand slipped quietly.

He heard the terrified cries of his fellow workers around him. He wanted to shout something, but his throat seemed to be blocked and no sound came out.

At this moment, a 1000-kilogram heavy bomb roared down from the sky, carrying the breath of death, and slammed heavily into the workshop not far away.

"Boom!" A resounding explosion echoed, as if the entire world were collapsing. A massive shockwave tossed Desai to the ground. He felt as if an invisible giant hand had violently tossed him up and then slammed him back down. His vision blurred, his ears ringing. He struggled to get up, but found all his strength drained from him.

Then, napalm bombs rained down like raindrops, and the burning napalm spread like a demonic flame throughout the factory. Desai looked around in horror, seeing raging fires everywhere, and the flames quickly engulfed everything!

Paris, Presidential Palace,

An emergency meeting is being held.

Foreign Minister Pinault first said,

"Everyone, Haizhou has sent us another ultimatum, urging us to surrender as soon as possible. They also threatened that if we don't surrender, they will drive France back to primitive society!"

Prime Minister Edgar's expression was extremely grim. He exaggerated and said,

"In three days, a total of 29 heavy industrial plants have been completely destroyed. Now the French economy is completely paralyzed. Ladies and gentlemen, if we don't negotiate, what other options do we have?"

French President René was extremely frustrated. He sighed,

"The conditions for peace talks are too harsh. If I agree, I will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history!"

The agreement proposed by Haizhou Kingdom to France included paying compensation for 8 years, % of GDO per year, and ceding the cities of Marseille and Calais!

However, although the peace talks were harsh, Italy, Greece, Türkiye and many other countries finally accepted them all and signed the agreement!

Now it's France's turn!

Defense Minister Morris advised,

"Mr. President, the Haizhou Ministry of National Defense announced at a press conference last night that if France doesn't accept the peace agreement, they will formulate a large-scale landing plan in Marseille. By then, I think we'll be forced to accept the agreement!"

René thought for a long time and sighed.

"Okay, I accept the agreement!"

In the room, the other three people actually breathed a sigh of relief!