Chapter 237 When public power becomes a private weapon

Hate is the driving force for a nation to move forward. Just as sexual desire is the cornerstone of human development. There is a sea of people on the street. Countless Japanese, young and old, men and women, and the dark crowd is like a tide, moving forward in the same direction. Human beings are so blind that when fanaticism breaks through reason, all human civilizations have precipitated become a weak piece of paper, so fragile and vulnerable.

Countless Japanese walked neatly in the same direction with hatred, where they thought it was the most sacred place, the pillars they trusted, and the gods in their hearts.

Zhou Tian and Fengzi were wrapped in a stream and walked towards the south of Tokyo City on the street. Sunday suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness. Even if so many Japanese line up and let Zhou Tian start killing, they will exhaust Zhou Tian to death. On Sunday, as the crowd moved forward, I felt more and more uneasy. The Japanese like a sea current, shouting slogans crazily on the streets, but their behavior is so regular that they just walk forward on the street without any invasion of the shops on both sides of the street.

What kind of nation is this? If we can put aside the hatred of those years and seriously study and analyze this nation, will it have some enlightenment for our China?

With the crowd, Zhou Tian, Fengzi and others finally came to the holy place of the Japanese people. On a not-wide street, a wooden gate appeared. Two gray gates were closed, and a pair of red lights hung at the front of the door. A small square of more than 1,000 square meters in front of the door. At this time, the square was full of Japanese people wrapped in white scarves.

Zhou Tian and Fengzi held hands and squeezed into the small square with the crowd. The Japanese were extremely excited, their faces turned red, waved the Japanese flag, and waves resounded through the sky.

The holy place in the eyes of the Japanese is empty. The Japanese crowded into the square, and none of them crowded to the door. It's just shouting slogans in the square.

Fengzi squeezed tightly on Zhou Tian. There were too many people around him. Fengzi leaned a delicate body in Zhou Tian's arms, pressed her pink lips to Zhou Tian's ear, and whispered, "Bang Heng hasn't come yet. If Ban Heng comes, the gate of the shrine will open.

"Can't ordinary people go in?" Zhou Tian stared at the gate of the shrine and asked puzzledly.

"If people want to enter, they need to wait for Ban Heng's visit." Fengzi explained.

"Oh, the headpost is fragrant," Zhou Tian said happily.

"What?" Fengzi asked with a pair of charming eyes.

"Hey," Zhou Tian laughed. There is no explanation. I hope this pillar incense can save Ban Heng's life today.

At about ten o'clock, two gray RVs parked on the west side of the square. Ban Heng got out of the car with his stomach straight. Today, this man specially put on a white kimono, with a white scarf around his forehead and a pair of cwoods on his feet. With Ban Heng getting out of the car, there were also several strong Japanese youths, all strong and powerful, dressed in black suits, who should be Ban Heng's bodyguards.

After the crowd found Banheng, it became more boiling. Brush together to make way. He waved the plaster flag in his hand crazily. Ban Heng looked serious, and "Dada" stepped on the c logs, passed through the crowd, and walked to the door of the shrine. Then, Ban Heng turned around and waved his hand to people. The two gray gates of the shrine were gently opened from the inside, and a shrine clerk in a gray kimono bent his body to welcome Ban Heng into the shrine.

The crowd in front of the door is crowded again, surrounded by the gate of the shrine. According to the usual practice. After Ban Heng's visit, he will give an impromptu speech in the small square. The Japanese are waiting for Ban Hengjiro.

While waiting for Ban Heng to come out, a convertible car squeezed into the square and stopped in front of the shrine. There are two loudspeakers on the car, playing so-called patriotic songs such as "** and Knife" and "King's Generation".

Zhou Tian laughed. It seems that this kind of demagogic means is available all over the world. During the Chinese Cultural Revolution, the impact of this loudspeaker will still appear in the nightmares of countless Chinese people decades later.

Ban Hengjilang is not tall, only about 1.5 meters, but this does not prevent him from having an outstanding mind. Ban Heng was born in a military family, and his father and brother were once a fanatical member of the invasion of China. China died in the war. Ban Heng avoided military service due to height and other reasons. This also plays a role in Banheng's mind. At that time, Ban Heng was just over ten years old. With the opening of the Northeast battlefield by the Soviet Union, Japan had been defeated in China. For the final crazy blow, the Japanese government organized the kamigade death squad, and the view launched the final blow in a brutal way of suicide. Countless Japanese children over ten years old became the last victims of the war.

Beng showed a very high IQ when he was a child, and he saw that this suicide attack had no impact on the success or failure of the war. In order to save his life, Ban Heng tried his best to escape military service. Around the age of 20, Japan once again set off an anti-China wave. Ban Heng realized that this was an important juncture in his life. He resolutely devoted himself to the anti-China movement and gradually became the right-wing leader of Japan. In order to create a different belief for the right-wing forces, Ban Heng came forward and proposed that September 2nd, which was signed in Tokyo, as Japan's shame day.

With the warming of relations between China and Japan, right-wing forces have gradually lost their space for movement, and the so-called Day of Shame has not been recognized by the Japanese government. When the current Prime Minister Park Shiren offered to prepare to recognize this day, Ban Heng realized that the spring of the right-wing forces was coming.

Please believe that Ban Heng is an intelligent politician. It is not easy to become a leader of an organization. Ban Heng has always paid attention to the changes in the personnel of the Prime Minister's throne. When he voluntarily gave up the election and Park Shiren was successfully re-elected without any suspense, and the Yamaguchi Group was driven out of Tokyo City by the Priory and the Black Dragon Society and other forces, Ban Heng realized that a major change had taken place in Tokyo City. His nerves smelled the benefits that this change might bring to the right-wing forces. He is looking forward to Park Shiren's call and a greater change.

At this time, this change has appeared in front of us, and countless fanatical Japanese people were ignited by patriotic enthusiasm. Ban Heng knows that this enthusiasm of the people can be used as his own rising energy and become a bargaining chip in wrestling with the government. The corners of Xiheng's mouth showed a smug look. As the priest entered the shrine, he walked along a gravel road in the middle to a wooden hall in the center of the shrine. It is a holy place dedicated to the gods in the eyes of the Japanese people.

Bo Heng took the bodyguard to the door. Two shrine employees in gray kimonos stood in front of the door and bowed to Ban Heng. Ban Heng pretended to be extremely solemn and returned the salute. Two clergy turned sideways, gave way, and motioned Ban Heng to enter the door. Ban Heng had a black tiger face and stepped over the threshold.

Several bodyguards stood in front of the door.

There are countless long plaques on the front of the hall. In the middle is a long black wooden table with an incense burner burning several incense candles.

Bo Heng bent down and walked to the table. He took three yellow sandalwoods from a priest beside him, respectfully lit the candle * incense on one side, waved it a few times, and extinguished the open fire. Then, he withdrew a step back, raised the three incense above his head, bowed to the middle plaque, and took a step forward and inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner on the table. After retreating again, he bent down and knelt down and kowtowed three times. A desolate music of "** and Knife" sounded. I don't know whether his eyes were smoked by the slightly pungent aroma of sandalwood, or infected by the desolate tune of ** and Knife. This politician with only power and money in his heart was slightly red in his eyes, and a few drops of turbid tears with candlelight dripped from the corners of his eyes.

Several clergy returned the gift to Banheng. Ban Heng, with a black face, got up from the ground and returned the salute to several clergy beside him again. Bow and exit the hall.

Ban Heng Erlang came out of the hall, and his face suddenly became extremely excited. His face was flushed, like a mad dog who had just got in love, looking forward to a big battle. Ban Heng knew that his battlefield was in the square, in the square where the Japanese waved flags and shouted slogans, which was the stage where he dreamed of advancing again.

Ban Heng's footsteps became extremely fast, and several strong men trotted to keep up. Ban Heng left the shrine. His face was red and his eyes were bright, as if he had seen the great red sun. Ban Heng saw the convertible car in front of the door, and his thin body burst into amazing strength. His legs jumped hard and flew into the car. Grab the microphone in the car and get ready to scream.

The surrounding Japanese are more boiling.

Ban Heng took the microphone and began to make extremely sensational noise: "The great and invincible people under the ** representing justice and justice, the peak of the holy snowy mountain on the top of Mount Fuji is melting in the evil light, and the white cherry blossoms are withering due to the arrival of infidels. Our beautiful and difficult land is being betrayed by the judges and turned into the territory of tyrannical and ferocious foreign gangs. It's time for us to stand up and make a sound, water our great motherland with our blood, and defend our sacred emperor with our bodies.

Banheng's fanatical and sensational speech made the Japanese people in the square excited. Countless arms waved flags. No one is willing to calm down and think about it. Ban Heng's words are full of hatred and provocation.

Bo Heng seems to be obsessed, and a big mouth seems to be no longer dominated by the brain. In the car, he danced and shouted again, "Who is our enemy?"

Countless Japanese are looking forward to Ban Heng's answer.

"Our enemy is Huaxia, and our enemy is Gangbi." Ban Heng raised his head, clenched his fist, and waved to the Japanese under the car. Then use our fists to destroy them."

The Japanese people under the "eliminate, destroy and eliminate" car cooperated with Ban Heng and waved their fists.

Sunday felt the almost perverted power of the Japanese. This power is obviously being used by politicians to profit themselves. However, no one will stop under this frenzy and think about why all this is? Only when the head is broken, the family is broken, the family is ruined, and the relatives are betrayed, and the initial agitators have already sat on the temple and waved their knives indifferently, will they calm down and sit on the ground, taking advantage of a bright moon to recall the past gains and losses.

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