Witch Talk丨The Eagle of Manchuria

1,

In August of the twelfth year of Kant, the empire collapsed.

Emperor Hirohito surrendered.

Emperor Puyi was captured by the Soviets.

Japanese pioneers evacuated Manchuria.

There is no hope.

There is no hope for this land.

"But, Manchuria still has you." The commander frowned, with a resolute look on his angular face.

"You are the Eagle of Manchuria."

"You are the future of the empire."

2,

I am sixteen years old That year, 1933 AD, Puyi established the Manchu Empire with the help of the Japanese, under the reign name Kant.

At that time, the commander's eyes filled with tears. He suppressed the trembling in his voice and said to me, we have restored our country, this is our Iron Horse Glacier, this is our eternal inheritance.

The radio broadcast the Manchurian national anthem:

The family is in order, the country is in order, what else can we ask for?

If you are close, you will be assimilated into the world.

If you are far away, you will be together, and the heaven and earth will flow together.

He stood in front of the large glass window, and the sunlight shone on his majestic body, like a sculpture.

The Japanese say that this will be the paradise of peace among the five races. This will be the key to the rise of Greater East Asia. This will be the center of the future world.

A large number of factories were built. Minerals that had been buried for hundreds of millions of years were unearthed and loaded onto trains. Guns and ammunition were continuously created and armed this land.

But the fact is that with the operation of the empire, all our channels are actually controlled by the Japanese. Agriculture, industry, education, military, diplomacy, everything.

"Don't you think we are becoming more and more like puppets?" I asked.

"The Greater East Asia War helped us recover. We must have trust in our allies." The commander said, "However, we must also have our own trump card."

"You are Talk about that project?" I asked.

The commander nodded, "The Japanese promised that after the project is successful, I will take full responsibility. At that time, our Manchuria glory will begin."

"But, this It will be at the cost of so many lives..."

"Shut up!" The commander raised his hand and slapped me hard. I felt dizzy and could barely stand.

"Such compassion is shameful!" He was shaking with anger, "The empire requires sacrifices."

I bowed and apologized.

"Remember, on the cornerstone of all great achievements, the flowers of flesh and blood bloom." He said.

3,

In the early 9th year of Kant's reign, the in vivo experiments of the Kwantung Army's Unit 731 produced breakthrough results.

That day we came to the experimental base in Yegu together. The iron door slowly opened and we went straight in. At the end of the cold steel corridor, there was a brightly lit stone hall with neatly cut walls. Looking up, the ceiling of the hall is high and broad.

There is an iron cage several meters high in the center of the stone hall, and something seems to be stirring inside.

As we got closer, we saw that the thing was covered in feathers.

The Japanese next to him shouted to the thing in broken Chinese: "Fly!"

The thing seemed to be frightened, and spread out its body, a pair of huge Wings outstretched, face turned toward us.

A golden eagle.

Its eyes were not as fierce as those of ordinary golden eagles, but full of fear.

The front end of its neck is raised high, exposing the skin with stitch marks.

"Fly!" Japan shouted again.

It spread its wings and flew, and its flight trajectory was extremely chaotic. It collided in the iron cage, and the iron wires scraped off its feathers. Finally, it was exhausted and fell to the ground, panting.

It’s like I’ve never learned to fly.

The Japanese smiled and said: "For strategic advancement, the experiment directly jumped from monkeys to golden eagles, and the results are remarkable."

The commander and I walked forward and approached the iron cage and take a closer look at this golden eagle.

It panted for several minutes, and then moved towards us step by step. I looked at it through the iron cage, trying to read something in its eyes.

It flapped its wings a few times, blowing out a smelly wind.

It scratched the ground with its sharp claws, carving out crooked characters.

It took a few steps back and pecked the ground with its beak, signaling us to take a look.

I looked carefully and finally recognized it. It said six Chinese characters:

Please kill me

4,

< p> Human beings have never lacked self-destructive madness.

After brain transplantation was developed by the Japanese, a golden eagle with only a human brain transplanted became a small fighter jet. As long as they are equipped with special weapons, they have super mobility and lethality.

They will be the end of the war.

The Japanese did not keep their promise to hand over the project to the commander. Although the commander took over, he was still the adjutant. The overall person in charge was a short and ugly man named Ishii Yasuno.

After the experiment matured, all previous experimental products were destroyed. In the winter of the tenth year of Kant, a truly combat-effective war eagle unit began mass production.

There are strict requirements for the selection of brain providers.

As senior citizens, the Japanese will naturally not have their turn to become experimental subjects. The Han people are not trusted, and they have a natural emotional separation from this country. The only ones left are those with vested interests who are aligned with the imperial army.

Therefore, the brain providers of these golden eagles are all bannermen.

In addition, there are two strict requirements. The first is to agree with the Greater East Asia's glory policy, and the second is to have an IQ higher than the average person.

The first is to ensure the loyalty of the War Eagle troops. The second is to master flying and combat skills faster and better.

The first combat exercise of the War Eagle Troop was held on an afternoon when the snow had just melted. In the open space outside the wild valley, hundreds of golden eagles spread their wings and flew.

Equipped with machine guns and bombs, controlled with claws and beaks, they rain down from the sky and level military targets.

They return in triumph and fall back to the ground.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at the commander.

I stood next to the commander and could feel his excitement.

Although this man is nearly sixty years old, he still has the passion of a young man.

"Today you will be recorded in the history of the Manchu Empire!" He announced to the eagles, "You are the condor flag, the ninth flag of Manchuria."

" Like the ancestors of the Eight Banners, you will win the world with the courage to face death!"

"Did you see the land you just looked at, the land that gave our bannermen glory? The lost land, you must defend it and fight for it!"

"From today on, internally, you are the condor flag, and externally, you are another name that makes the enemy fearful. ”

The commander stretched out his arms, like spreading wings.

"Eagle of Manchuria!"

The eagles began to stir, the first one flew high into the sky, and the rest also flew up one after another. They circled up and covered the sky. Block out the sun.

The commander turned to me.

"The Condor Flag still needs a leader, a leader who will lead them to fly and fight." The commander put his hand on my shoulder, "I only trust you."

I respect received a military salute.

"It is my honor to join the Condor Flag."

The sharp roar of the eagles came down and was deafening.

5,

My brain transplant surgery was successful.

I was not comfortable manipulating the golden eagle's body at first, but I quickly got used to it.

Flying is easy, but doing whatever you want takes a lot of effort.

In addition, there is that terrible headache.

As if about to explode, every blood vessel turned into a volcano, erupting lava called pain.

For this reason, I have to take painkillers every day to control it.

But what are these compared to my mission?

Three months after my brain transplant, I flew out of the experimental base for the first time and soared into the sky.

Over the hills, across the fields, across the city, across the chimneys emitting billowing black smoke, I can see many things clearly, many things that I cannot see through as a human being.

I am soaring in the sky, the wind whistling by my ears. Manchuria is below, this land of suffering is below.

I am so close to it, yet so far away.

Do we really have it?

When returning to the base, the commander was standing on the highest open-air observation deck.

I landed behind him.

He heard the sound and turned around.

I used my eagle claws to write on the ground:

War situation?

The commander shook his head slightly: "Not optimistic, Americans are very powerful."

I wrote again:

What to do

Commander Pointing to the Japanese military flag on the top of the building: "Don't be afraid, there is the sun behind us."

The sun on the flag is shining.

I continue to write:

What if the sun goes out?

The commander lowered his hand pointing to the military flag and turned around.

"If the sun goes out." The wind filled his military trench coat and made a hunting sound.

"I am the only light."

6,

Five days later, my first mission was an assassination.

As the war situation collapsed, more and more spies from outside the customs sneaked into Manchuria, and they were waiting for opportunities.

They must be eliminated.

At night, I came to a rural town and landed in a small courtyard.

He folded his wings and gently approached the window. The light shone from the window, and the figures were blurry.

I listened carefully and there were three people talking inside.

They were talking about the latest battle situation. Germany surrendered, American troops landed on Iwo Jima, and the Soviet Union prepared to enter the war.

"Comrades, we have seen the light." they said.

I waved my wings and broke through the window.

Their eyes were filled with surprise.

Before they could make any move, the sharp blades tied to my eagle wings pierced the bodies of two of them.

The other man saw this and wanted to run away. I quickly dodged behind him and chopped off his head with the cutting knife equipped on the eagle's claws.

His head rolled on the ground a few times and then stopped. He stared with incredible eyes, still not understanding what happened.

In just a few seconds, I turned this place into hell.

I rummaged through boxes and cabinets in their room, but the only useful clue I found was a letter, which contained a report on the worldwide war situation and included arrangements for the reception of Japan after its defeat. The last sentence of the letter reads: In order to save our compatriots, we will not hesitate to die.

I have been elusive about this sentence for a long time.

I have long known that they did not regard the Manchurian nationals as enemies.

I have also known for a long time that they regard us as compatriots.

Then why do we kill each other? Why did the confrontation between the two countries arise? Why were the two territories separated?

I think the things here are very clear.

In a sense, the total land under our feet should be the complete country in the true sense.

But thanks to the intervention of those people, we moved toward another possibility.

I flap my wings and fly out.

Above the night sky, the lights of the city below are dotted. Maybe only when I reach this height can I calm down and think deeply about some issues.

What is the significance of using political concepts to create a virtual country? Will this create a sense of identity among the people? Are we doing this for the people or for our own selfish interests?

War, massacre, killing.

When we are so crazy that we put our own glory above justice and common sense, we do not hesitate to become other people’s puppets, and we do not hesitate to transform the national elite into living weapons...

So, what is the point of our continued existence?

The night sky is silent except for the sound of wind.

The sky is filled with stars, like the eyes of our ancestors.

7,

In August of the twelfth year of Kant, the empire collapsed.

After Ishii Yasuno handed over all authority of the Condor Flag to the commander, he committed suicide by caesarean section.

The commander summoned us to the weapons depot, his face full of sadness.

After dozens of minutes of silence, he stood up straight, his eyes shining again.

"Manchuria still has you." He said, "You are the eagle of Manchuria, you are the future of the empire."

He took out a thick stack of information.

"Three months ago, I started to prepare for the worst. These plans will be our future action plan."

He talked a lot.

He said that we should launch a sneak attack on the Soviet Red Army and rescue Emperor Puyi.

He said we were going to bomb the Allied bases and assassinate their leaders.

He said we were going to Tokyo, sneaking into the palace, kidnapping the emperor and bringing him to Manchuria, forcing Japan to resume the Greater East Asia War.

He said we were going to the United States to forcefully detonate atomic bombs.

Every item is a whim,

Every item is a meaningless struggle.

All the warriors of the Condor Flag can read two words from his dancing.

Crazy.

Commander, I have thought a lot in the past few months, and my position has gone from chaotic to rock-solid.

Now I finally know what it means to be an eagle.

I quietly exited through the side door and came to the weapons storage area.

I grabbed a heavy bomb firmly with two strong claws, flapped my wings, and flew into the sky.

Commander, do you know what I realized after becoming an eagle?

When I saw workers working day and night, working themselves to death, and then being thrown into mass graves.

When I see that they only care about our resources, when I see that they just want to empty this land.

There is only slavery here, without any glory.

Is this what they call the paradise of kings? Is this what they call the fourth most powerful country in the world today?

Commander, peace has been lost for too long.

The world should not be like this.

Let's get this back on track, shall we?

I let go of my claws and the bomb plummeted.

A huge explosion rumbled, and a billowing heat wave shot straight into the sky.

Commander, I'm sorry, I cannot agree with your glory and ideals.

Commander, I'm sorry, I can't convince my heart.

May the sea of ??fire wipe out the hatred in your heart, and may your soul return to the kind appearance in my childhood memory.

I'm sorry, father.

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