Espionage: I became sworn brothers with Zheng Yaoxian at the beginning, and became the Seventh Broth

Chapter 936 Air Raid

In order to wait for the latest news, Ye Shaohong worked overtime at the Military Intelligence Bureau for a while, which was extremely rare for him.

It was past 8 p.m. when Ye Shaohong still hadn't received any news from Li Yunlong. Reluctantly, he went downstairs, called Du Yu, and they headed home together.

When Ye Polu got home, he was still awake.

He was being held in Yu Manli's arms, staring at the doorway with his big, bright eyes.

Upon seeing Ye Shaohong enter, the little guy immediately burst into laughter.

Hehehehe...

Because the little guy was only a few months old, he couldn't speak yet, but that smile still melted Ye Shaohong's heart instantly.

A gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Son, do you miss your dad?"

"Quick, let me hug you!"

As they were talking, Ye Shaohong had already walked a few steps to Yu Manli's side. He opened his arms, as if to hug Ye Polu.

What she received in return was a disapproving glare from Yu Manli.

"Stay there."

"You just came in, and you're carrying a chill with you. What if you catch a cold from Po Lu?"

"Oh dear, it's my fault, it's my fault, why didn't I think of that?"

"wait!"

Inside the Military Intelligence Bureau, and outside, the infamous Yama Lao Qi, returned home and saw his beloved eldest son. The menacing aura he once possessed had vanished.

What emerges in return is an indescribable tenderness.

He muttered self-reproach as he hurriedly turned around, took off his military jacket, and hung it on the hanger.

He picked up the kettle from the ground, poured it into the basin, and washed his hands and face.

After wiping it clean, I looked it over from side to side before feeling relieved and walking over again.

"Is that okay now?"

"Quickly, let me hold my son. I miss him terribly every day!"

"for you."

"It's only because you treat him like a treasure every day that you have no idea how much trouble your precious son causes me every day while you're not home."

Yu Manli reached out and placed Ye Polu into Ye Shaohong's arms before getting up from the bed.

He was also muttering complaints under his breath.

Ye Shaohong pretended not to hear it and didn't take it seriously.

At this moment, holding his beloved son in his arms, Ye Shaohong could never get enough of looking at him, so how could he feel troubled or have a headache?

He would occasionally raise his hand, wave it in front of Ye Polu's eyes, and then lower his head to kiss him.

The little guy, annoyed, reached out his little hand and pressed it against his cheek.

Then, she burst into tears.

"Hey, you..."

"The child has only been in your hands for a short time, and you've already made him cry again."

"Give it to me now!"

The moment the child cried, Yu Manli, who had been grumbling just a moment before, immediately softened and hurriedly turned back. Ignoring Ye Shaohong's attempts to stop her, she snatched Ye Polu back from his arms.

She swayed back and forth, coaxing the child.

Yu Manli looked up and glanced at Ye Shaohong.

"Your beard! Your beard!"

"With such stiff stubble, you still went and kissed him? No wonder he cried."

Well, I've been complained about again.

To be honest, it was indeed his oversight that caused this, and Ye Shaohong had no reason to argue back.

He could only stand there, forcing a smile, but he neither responded nor left. He simply stood aside, quietly watching the mother and daughter.

That was also an unparalleled happiness.

Just then, a piercing air raid siren suddenly sounded in the sky outside the window.

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz..." The air siren was extremely piercing, and as soon as it sounded, there were signs of commotion inside the Ye family mansion.

People fled from the rooms, shouting as they gathered together and ran towards the air-raid shelter of the Ye family mansion.

Inside the room, Yu Manli immediately got up as well.

As she reached for her coat on the bed, she searched for a bundle for the child and urged Ye Shaohong to hurry up and go out with her.

Although they looked somewhat panicked, they didn't appear fearful or flustered.

For no apparent reason, Ye Shaohong felt a pang of heartache.

He was also somewhat annoyed.

"Why can't those damned Japanese devils just shut up for a minute?"

"Damn it, I'm so angry!"

Mentioning this incident ignited Ye Shaohong's fury. He was filled with hatred.

From November 20, 1937, when Chongqing became the wartime capital, the Japanese carried out indiscriminate bombing of Chongqing for six years and ten months.

A total of 218 bombing raids were carried out, involving more than 9000 aircraft sorties and dropping more than 11500 bombs.

The death toll reached tens of thousands.

These are just the numbers on paper; the ruthlessness of the Japanese is far more complex than just those numbers.

Because at that time, most of the houses in the mountain city were made of earth and wood, meaning that apart from the room frame, most of the rest of the structure was made of stacked wooden frames.

When the Japanese discovered this, they began using large quantities of incendiary bombs.

Once the incendiary bomb lands, it ignites the timber of the house. If there is a strong wind to help, the fire will be impossible to control.

At its worst, the air raid sirens in the mountain city went off for seven consecutive days.

After the bombing, the fire in the mountain town burned for three days and could not be extinguished, leaving countless families and poor people homeless.

To change this situation, the people of the mountain city never stopped digging air-raid shelters for six years after the Nationalist government moved its capital there.

Six years, a full six years.

Over the course of more than six years, the people of the mountain city have dug more than a thousand air-raid shelter tunnels in the mountain city area.

Even so, the people of the mountain town made great sacrifices.

The most tragic incidents were the 1953 and 1954 bombings, the 1981 bombing, and the June 5th Tunnel Massacre.

It was late afternoon on June 5, 1941.

During the Japanese bombing that lasted for more than five hours, nearly 10,000 people from the mountain town flocked to the air-raid shelters and tunnels of Shibatidi, Yanwuting, and Shihuishi, which could only accommodate more than 4000 people to take refuge.

In the narrow passage, the oxygen-deprived environment, and the uneasy atmosphere, an uncontrollable stampede occurred among the people of the mountain town, resulting in casualties.

The number of direct casualties is as high as 2500.

This tragedy was later known as the Jiaochangkou Massacre, or the June 5th Massacre.

Since 1998, the mountain city has sounded air raid sirens every year on the morning of June 5th.

This is to commemorate the victims of these air-raid shelters.

And, to commemorate the lives lost and the victims of the devastating bombing of the mountain city.

The famous tunnel hot pot restaurants, eateries, KTVs, etc. in Chongqing today are actually tunnels dug by the people of Chongqing during the Republic of China era to avoid being bombed by the Japanese.

The hatred has remained to this day. How could Ye Shaohong forget such a grudge?

"Drafted!"

"No, I have to find a way to change the current situation!"

"We absolutely cannot let these little devils continue to run rampant in this mountain city!"