Chapter 162 Why did the scholar die, only justice

An envelope and a piece of paper bring information that often destroys the surname. Such a letter will destroy a family, which is enough to destroy all the hopes of a family.

In the old small office on Youmin Street in Nanjing, Wang Anli sat in his swivel chair and cried silently. The weather at noon seemed a little hot, but at this time. What he felt was a bone-deep chill, and on the floor under his feet, there was a piece of paper, a piece of ink printed, and then handwritten paper.

"Dear Mr. Wang Anli, on behalf of the Army Department, I am very sorry to tell you..."

Such a thin piece of paper brought a piece of news that almost made Wang Anli's whole body collapse. His son died in the war!

He died in an unknown battlefield somewhere in the Middle East, in an unknown battle that was not even reported in the newspaper, although on the thin paper, it was written, "... It was the sacrifice of Lingzi that made us win this important battle!"

However, all this is a scene. It's all... At this time, Luke has come in. Wang Anli wiped his eyes with both hands to wipe away his tears. At the same time, he hurriedly stood up, but anyone could see that his eyes were red and his eyes were black.

"Manager Lu."

"Rein, I'm sorry to hear the unfortunate news of Lingzi."

The manager's comfort made the red eyes shed tears again. At this time, his eyes involuntarily moved to the table. It was a photo of him and his son. In the photo, there was a proud smile on his son's face. Yes, he had enough reasons to be proud, because he was admitted to Nanjing Imperial University. This is It is the first-class school in the country, and it also has excellent results.

Once upon a time, Wang Anli had planned the future for him. In his opinion, his future should be an excellent businessman. Perhaps, one day, he would become the manager of a large enterprise, but people's fate is always so changeable, and people's fate is always so incredible. Everything changed with a protest.

The son who once made him proud was reduced from a student to a criminal overnight, and then sent to the army to receive ideological correction in the army. This may be a good thing. In Wang Anli's opinion, his son is too excited and **. For Wang Anli, who lived in the late Qing Dynasty, he I haven't found anything wrong with this country now. In his opinion, there is no better era than now.

But his son doesn't think so. He has to participate in any protest, he has to participate in any parade, and he has to... Now it's all right. A thin piece of paper clearly tells Wang Anli that his only son... is dead!

Dead on the battlefield!

"In those years, I thought... one day, he could become a person like a manager!"

While talking, Wang Anli's tears flowed out. He used to be full of hope for his son.

"Even if he is sent to the army, he will still have a chance to return to college in the future, and there will still be a chance in the future. I don't want to go to the army. It's not a bad thing! This is also your majesty's extrafadebted kindness!"

When Wang Anli was talking to himself, Luke took the initiative to take out a bottle of wine and poured him a glass.

"Well, I haven't been in the army, but I know that the place of the army can always let him learn more, at least let him understand that many things are not as simple as he thought. Young people like him always think that everything should be what they think, but we all know that there is nothing wrong with the emperor, just What's wrong with this empire? Is there a better time than now?"

Shaking his head, Wang Anli still said to himself.

"I don't know. I don't think it's gone!"

He handed him a glass of wine. Cao Ke didn't say anything. He just drank a glass by himself. Now, his old friend needs to drink some wine.

"It's a war. He went to the front line. I've been worried... Now, in the end, the most feared thing is still coming."

While talking, Wang Anli's haggard and sad face, swollen eyes, shaggy hair, and weak voice can all be attributed to the incomparable sadness in his heart. Looking at his old friend, Cao Ke already knew that perhaps, for him, all this today is the most serious thing he has suffered in his life. A heavy blow, even in the past, when he was at the lowest - he had a very depressed son - did not lose his tenacious and unyielding edge. What he sees now is a depressed and sad middle-aged man over 40 years old.

The most painful thing in the world is that the white-haired man sends the black-haired man. "Do you believe in the hunch?"

Spirits make Wang Anli's voice hoarse.

"I can't say it. What's wrong with you?"

"Since he went on an expedition with the army, I always feel that what will happen, but I have never wanted to believe that he is so smart that nothing will happen."

He raised the glass sadly, and Wang Anli, who didn't drink much, drank it all.

"You know, I don't believe in ghosts at all. I only believe in the facts that I can see, hear and touch. But now... I believe it, I know, this hunch may be..."

Then Wang Anli was silent, and then he continued to say.

"After he went to the front line, he wrote me a letter."

"What's written in the letter?"

Cao Ke has asked.

"He asked, what is this war for? Is it for the country? Since we don't like others to invade us, why do we go to war with other countries?

"I told him in my reply, because your majesty wants us to fight, because if we don't fight, others will fight to our door..."

At this time, Wang Anli's mood became more and more complicated. He looked up at his old friend and asked.

"Manager, you have acquaintances in all aspects, don't you? Can you ask why we fought this battle, so that... let him die more valuable and understand..."

The prayer of an old friend was exchanged for Cao Ke's silence. In dealing with such painful news, he can have the current performance, which is an extraordinary performance. It is really extraordinary. He wants to know why, but... How many people know why? Why do you have to fight?

"No one knows why?"

Wang Anli's face became complicated.

"I know, no one knows why, why I have to fight."

Looking at the manager with dull eyes, who was also his old friend, Wang Anli repeated blankly:

"No one knows why you have to fight?"

"There are many times when we don't know the reason. Think about it, the country... there is a reason for the country!"

Cao Ke has said helplessly, who knows why he is fighting? Is it possible that why war is so important? But looking at the appearance of an old friend, he didn't care why he fought in the past, but now, perhaps, as he said, his son needs a reason. Just like in order to oppose the colonial rule of the Qing Dynasty, those people died in the right place, so they shouted "pray for death" without hesitation. On the battlefield, the dead soldiers entered the Lingyan Pavilion and became the gods of the world, and the living soldiers became heroes. But what about this war?

What kind of war is this?

"This is a just war!"

Li Zhiping, whose dark eyes flashed with excitement, looked at several colleagues in the editorial department. Although his expression seemed to be very excited, he said gently and calmly.

"There have always been some people. Why are they always?"

He paused.

"Why do you want to fight?"

"Why did young people die in the war?"

"We have been invaded by Westerners. Why should we help Westerners?"

"Why break with Germany?"

A series of questions came out of Li Zhiping's mouth. He seemed to be raising these questions, and finally he suddenly strengthened the tone. Now, we finally have a reason!"

Li Zhiping, who looked a little excited, pulled out a pen from his coat pocket, sat at the desk, and began to draw on a piece of yellow paper.

"Look, this is the Ottoman Empire before the outbreak of the war, right? This is Istanbul, this is..."

This is a very skilled geographical map. As a news editor, it is undeniable that he does have some talent for drawing maps.

"Why are we involved in this war? Few people knew about it in the past, but what about now? But we know why we are against Osman? Is it because he is too weak? Is it because of the oil in the Middle East? Of course not, not at all!"

At this time, there was another curved thick line on the map, and then Li Zhiping drew more than a dozen thick and black circles on this line.

"Look here, this is the Euphrates River. Have you heard of the concentration camp?"

Concentration camp!

This is an information he has just received and a task he has just accepted. Through the report of the concentration camps of the Ottoman Empire and its massacre of Armenians, the war will be "justified" so that the people can understand why China is fighting for justice!

In the past, it is the same now!

Obviously, few people have heard of concentration camps. At least before that, the guards had not noticed the existence of concentration camps. Now, soon, all of China will know the existence of concentration camps and understand why China is fighting.

"I just spent a few days talking to some staff officers of the General Staff of the Guards. Have you heard of the Armenian Massacre? This is quite a wonderful news topic!"

At this time, he became excited. What attracted the audience's eyes more than the genocide. The Russian revolution that took place may not be a big deal for some people. Although he has been using all kinds of words and stories to stimulate the people's psychology, those have not been Establish an image - the image of a just China!

And now, this massacre and concentration camp are sent to him like a gift from God!

"Now this content may become the most important news in this war. The reporters who reported this news will go down in history. Here..."

Draw some positions on the map with a pen, and then he continued.

"The Turks drove Armenians here from their hometown like cattle, and then killed people here in batches like dealing with rats"

He circled one by one with a pen and said:

"Here, here, and here. As I said, there are many such places, but these places have been confirmed. We have even built a concentration camp and liberated some Armenians.

"Editor-in-chief, the Armenian massacre is no longer news. This kind of news has been reported for two or three years, and foreign countries have been reported for a long time.

Reminding the editor-in-chief that the Armenian massacre was not a secret. Hundreds of witnesses, including the then neutral United States and Germany and Austria-Hungary, an ally of the Ottoman Empire, recorded many massacres supported by political axes. Many foreign officials and Pope Benedict XV proposed to intervene to assist the Armenians, but were rejected by Ottoman officials who claimed to be retaliating against the pro-Russian insurgency. Two years ago, the Four-Nation Agreement, in which China also participated, warned the Ottoman Empire that "in view of Turkey's new crimes against humanity and civilization, the Allies' political axes publicly announced that all the personnel of the Ottoman political axe and those involved in the massacre would bear personal responsibility for these crimes."

When the United States did not participate in the war, it had many consulates in the Ottoman Empire. There are also some Protestant missionaries in the United States who set up offices in Armenian-interned areas. The experiences of Armenians are often reported by newspapers and publications around the world.

Many Americans publicly criticized the Holocaust, including Stephen? Samuel?? Wise, William? Jennings? Brian and former President Roosevelt S., etc.

"You didn't understand what I meant."

In the face of the staff's rebuttal, Li Zhiping strengthened his tone.

"I'm talking about an organized and planned massacre of one million people. At this moment when I was talking to you, the massacre was going on on a large scale. This is a massacre that is shocking enough! This is the most tragic scene in the history of modern civilization. Don't you call it news? So what is news? This is the most brutal crime in human history. It dwarfs all the wars of the past. This is a new phenomenon of life on earth. This is what is happening, and it is about half done now. Isn't this a news report!"

Listening to the editor-in-chief, he just sighed helplessly in his heart. In some American newspapers, he had read many reports about the Armenian massacre. None of this is new. Of course, those Turks are also a bunch of vicious thugs. Just to remove these guys from the world, this war is worth fighting.

It's worth it... Suddenly, he seemed to understand why the editor-in-chief deliberately mentioned the massacre. He looked up at the editor-in-chief in surprise.

"Editor-in-chief, what you mean is that through the massacre in Turkey, we told the Chinese people why we fought this war. We carried out this war, not to expand the colonies, not to open up living space, not even to oil, of course, not to please Westerners, but In order to..."

"For justice!"

When saying these four words, Li Zhiping hurriedly wrote an address in his notebook and tore it off.

"Listen to me, now, the Guards have liberated some concentration camps, and among these camps, thousands of surviving Armenians have been liberated. The concentration camps are here, and now they are all areas controlled by the Guards"

A skinny finger pointed hard at the slight picture on the table.

"Near the Euphrates River, the troops on the front line will soon send out the photos by plane, and there are some Armenians. We are telling the truth. If we publish it first, it will cause a sensation in all of China."

Li Zhiping stretched out his skinny hand straight, and he wrote a few precautions on the paper casually.

"Now, we need to use the tragic experience of a nation to tell the whole of China, to tell those who have criticized this war, and tell them why we fought. We are also a nation that has suffered all kinds of hardships, and we have also suffered genocide. We have survived tenaciously. I We have fought for the freedom and liberation of the nation, but now, we who are free, why should we carry out this war? Because, in this world, there are other nations who have suffered the same painful suffering as us. We want to liberate them, our, those heroic soldiers, they are defending justice with blood. Such justice is determined by conscience!"

Justice is determined by conscience!

At this time, he began to admire his old friend. He always made some suggestions. Now, when they render this war as a just war through newspapers, maybe the country will carry out another just war in the future, and all the interferences cannot be erased. The reason - justice!

It has nothing to do with interests, just for justice!

Perhaps, at that time, I will succeed. Just like the concept that the revolution I continue to instill in the people is equal to riots and turbulence, there may be a day when the Guards will send troops to Russia for justice and liberate the "suffering" Russians there, and the reason is... Justice! !

Thinking of all this, a smile from the past appeared on his face, which made his haggard cheeks look a little energetic, and even his eyes flashed.

"Well, my friends, let's write all this together and tell the Chinese people what's going on in Turkey and what's going on there. In the end, all the Chinese will know that in addition to the country's own security, there are some things worth going to. What we pursue is worth our sacrifice.

(to be continued)