Chapter 1: Quarreling Over Trifles

  After the corpse rose into the air and crashed into the wooden box spinning in mid-air, the fierce collision between the corpse and the wooden box was earth-shaking. The shocking scene of the birth of the Five Peaks Mountain God was re-enacted above Degou.

  At this moment, Chuanji felt that his head was like a "sizzling" smoke bomb, and when it was about to explode, he desperately closed his eyes and threw himself out with a heart-wrenching feeling.

  However, what was thrown out wasn't himself, but the powerful gust of air that arose from his collision with the wooden box. Kawahime threw himself out in despair, simply adopting a "if I die, so be it" attitude towards the sudden turn of events.

  He was rescued by a divine crow from the execution ground of Fengdu, returned to De Gou, his hometown that he had been thinking about day and night, and flew into the air in the battle between skulls and wooden boxes, bird's-eye viewing his "second hometown" which was crucial to him in this life. Although it was only a brief glimpse, Kawara was satisfied.

  I didn't expect that after falling into the pit of ten thousand people, I would be resurrected in the attack of those skulls and live for a few more seconds. For Kawari, who became a domestic animal of Yanfu after death and was repeatedly insulted by Yamamoto, it can be said that this life has no regrets. If there is any regret, it is that there will never be an opportunity to clean up the little villain Yamamoto again.

  The corpse of the river god was carried by the powerful air current all the way, passing over the mountains and rivers of Lingqiu, until the air current gradually weakened and could no longer carry foreign objects. By then, he had flown over Datong in Shanxi Province and fell from the sky.

  "Darling, you're finally awake!"

  Chen Qi regained consciousness and felt that he had come back to life. He struggled to open his eyes, vaguely seeing a woman's face.

  "Where am I?" Kawahara tried to prop himself up, physically confirming that he was indeed still alive, but the intense headache and overly weak body made him feel like his heart had more than enough, but his strength did not.

  "In my little world, Kawaki." The woman clung to Kawaki's body and said coquettishly.

  Indeed, there were women standing by his side, which proved that he was indeed not dead. Was he really alive? Kawahara couldn't believe it was true, and he tried to find evidence of his own survival. So, with a gloomy gaze, he saw a calendar hanging on the wall opposite him. The date on the calendar read: July 8th, 1937. At this point, Kawahara thought back to all the unpleasant things that had happened in recent days.

  Competing with the arrogant Japanese 5th Division, 21st Brigade's logistics unit's Shinjuku Junjiro for attention and fame, he drank that cup of poisonous wine in one gulp and miraculously survived. The reason he ended up drinking that cup of poisonous wine was because of this woman right in front of him.

  Chuan Qi felt that the woman's existence was like having a bubble of dog shit next to someone with mysophobia, and her flirtatious voice was as foul-smelling as the stench emitted by dog shit. So, he reached out and pushed the woman, who gently patted his face after being pushed, then left his body, saying: "I'm hungry, I'll go prepare food for you."

  After the woman left, Kawabata began to observe her little world. This was a room with a strong Imperial Japanese atmosphere, with an extremely simple layout that didn't match the elegance of the woman who loved beauty. On the walls were two paintings: one of Mount Fuji in full bloom and another of a foreign cargo ship docked at Yokohama Port. Especially striking were the sun flag hanging on the wall opposite and the military commander's sword, which gave the impression of being completely out of place in a woman's little world.

  Kawaki sensed from the layout of the room that the woman was not just serving the Japanese military club, but perhaps had a more mysterious identity.

  To verify whether a mysterious woman loves life and cherishes her life, Kawahara shifted his gaze to the room, where there was almost nothing worth mentioning except for a table and a chair.

  The encounter with this woman was completely beyond Kawaki's expectations, and at that time he was as excited as he could be.

  Since following General Itagaki to China for the war, Kawaji had been thinking of two women all along. One had already become history, and her image was so vague that he couldn't quite recall it. The other woman, however, remained vivid in his memory - Michiko, the daughter of the president of Yokohama Harbour Transport Company. Little did he expect that his longing would suddenly become a reality after years of waiting.

  Mizuko is dancing with Shinjō Junnaka, and from her flirtatious appearance, she's no longer the generous yet innocent girl.

  After a dance, Shinjō Jun came over with Yoshiko on his arm and introduced her to Kawahi: "This is Miss Yoshiko."

  Kawaki smiled and let his gaze wander over Michiko's body, finally coming to rest on her ample bosom. His mind immediately conjured up a pair of elliptical pumpkins with his own saliva dripping from them. Perhaps it was the nourishment of his own saliva 10 years ago that had caused those pumpkin-like breasts to grow so large and robust, now straining against her undershirt like a trellis.

  Mizuko bowed to Kawaki and said, "Nice to meet you!" with a charming cleavage.

  Niizuma Jun didn't notice the lightning-fast exchange of glances between the two, and continued to introduce: "This is Kawachi Lieutenant, the Empire's top Chinese language expert, a standard China hand. The red man beside General Itagaki."

  Mei Zhīzi extended her hand to Chō Katsu in accordance with Chinese etiquette, and he eagerly grasped the long-separated hand, intentionally increasing the force, causing her to furrow her brow.

  "Nice to meet you, Lieutenant Kawara."

  Mizuko struggled slightly to pull her hand out of Kawari's palm, abandoning the honorifics she had used for him, her face somewhat dark and very displeased.

  The band began playing another dance tune and the men and women paired off again, stepping into the dance pool hand in hand, waist to back, and jumping up.

  "May I have this dance, Lieutenant?"

  Mitsuko bowed and invited Kawaki to dance. Dancing was not Kawaki's strong point, but he readily agreed in order to get a better sense of this woman, and they took to the floor with his arm around hers.

  This beautiful face in front of him had appeared many times in Kawaki's mind, reality made it impossible for him to pretend anymore, so he used the tip of his tongue to push out a string of words that had already run to his throat: "Chiko, are you doing well?"

  Mitsuko casually pulled on Nohara's sleeve: "The lieutenant is stepping on my foot."

  Qianji suppressed his emotions and put his dissatisfaction aside for the time being, saying: "Zhizi, what about you?"

  "Since Lieutenant doesn't seem interested in dancing, I won't force it," said Yoshiko with a smile.

  Kawaki let Mieko cool off in the dance hall, so he had no choice but to pretend nothing was wrong and follow her to Shinjuku Jun's place. The three of them didn't have much to talk about, so they just drank Chinese tea and watched the couples dancing together.

  After the dance party, Yoshiko followed them to the reception hall, winked at Kawachi, and took Shinji's arm into his room. This moment made Kawachi feel the world was cold.

  Although it is a guest house, it is relatively simple. The rooms are only separated by a single board, and if someone farts next door, you can be sure to be kept awake by the stench.

  That night, Kawachi from next door couldn't sleep all night. Just as he was about to doze off near dawn, he was startled awake by the "bang bang bang" sound of someone knocking on the door. And the person who knocked on the door was Shinjiro Niizuma, followed by Michiko.

  Although he was only a lieutenant, he was after all the red man beside General Itagaki, and should have "seen an official one level higher". However, Shinsuke Shinjuku did not take Dou Bao as a dry food, and next he became even more unscrupulous, and Kawabata could not help but argue with him in the opponent's provocation.

  That night, at a dinner party hosted by the head of the Datong Special High School under Tōyama Kanken, the chief of the Fengtian Special Affairs Bureau, Kawabe and Niizuma glared coldly at each other, neither giving in.

  Shinjō Jun said: "You say that Miss Yoshiko is your woman, what's the proof?"

  Chuan Qi said: "Ten years ago, I've been on her bed, this is the evidence."

  "Really? Dear Mochizuki-san." Shinjō Jun deliberately pinched Mochizuki's soft breast, and looked at Kawari with a provocative gaze.

  Mi Tomoko waved her hand repeatedly and threw a glance at Shinjuku Jun, saying: "No, 10 years ago I was studying at MIT."

  Xin Zhuang Chun snapped his fingers and said, "OK, Kawaki-kun, Bensou said you've mistaken the person, but you just won't believe it."

  Kawaki's anger was about to explode, and he immediately turned his sharp edge towards Mochizuki: "Your father let you go to MIT for further study. But you escaped from your high-rise building and we eloped overnight, hiding in a seaside hut. We have our own little world, no longer sneaking around like before. If we must talk about further study, it's me Kawaki who needs it, not you Mochizuki."

  "Hmph." Shinjuku Jun sneered, sarcastically saying to Kawaharada: "You're here to study, right? Otherwise, if the Yokohama Pier Shipping Company's ocean freighter breaks down in the vast ocean, what would you do?"

  Everyone present burst out laughing.

  The river cavalry allowed this smile to stimulate, and then said a vulgar sentence.