All three members of Albert's family died.
He was brutally killed by Japanese soldiers.
Originally, when this incident happened before, all Filipinos could choose was to endure it silently.
The premise of endurance is that although their days are like years, they can still survive.
But now it's different.
They simply couldn't survive anymore.
Either they were killed by the Japanese or bombed by the U.S. Air Force. Even if they could escape either, they would eventually starve to death.
There is death on both sides. If this continues, what other hope can there be?
Might as well give it a try.
It’s just that something like this needs someone to organize it.
However, the nerves of most Filipinos have reached the point where they are about to break.
Eventually, that moment came.
Manila, Binondo.
This is Manila's Chinatown, across the river from the Spanish capital. It was established in 1594 and is the oldest Chinatown in the world.
The area is dominated by four parallel streets: Houjiezai, Zhouzai'an, Zhibinbin, and Wangbin, and there are about hundreds of large and small streets.
Most of the people living here are of Chinese descent.
To be fair, although many of them have lived here for several generations, Chinese blood is still flowing in their bodies.
They possess the wisdom and diligence of the Chinese people, and use their minds and bodies to create their own wealth.
However, the arrival of the Japanese changed everything.
They were squeezed and bullied, but they still survived tenaciously.
As early as when the US military began to bomb Manila and supplies gradually became scarce, they had already foreseen what might happen in the future.
Therefore, under the leadership of some prestigious people, overseas Chinese in Binong began to hoard supplies and put them in secret locations for safekeeping in case of emergency.
Later, it was proved that this decision was completely correct.
After Manila was completely cut off from supplies, the overseas Chinese living here were not yet at the end of their rope.
The leaders of the overseas Chinese secretly distribute food to each family every day to help them survive.
However, there is no airtight wall in the world, and the Japanese still heard the news about the overseas Chinese joining the group to keep warm.
During Masaharu Honma's administration, although people were sent to inquire and even inspect, nothing was found.
But with the promulgation of the grain requisition order, the overseas Chinese knew that this day would come sooner or later.
They quickly started holding meetings.
In Binongduo, the largest surnames are Wang, Lin, and Zhao.
Things that are more than Nongduo are basically decided by the patriarchs of these three families.
"problem occurs."
While the heads of the three families were discussing, Wang Jingming rushed in.
"What are you doing in such a hurry?" As the patriarch of the Wang family, Wang Xiongyi frowned.
"Something happened." Wang Jingming wiped away the rainwater: "I just heard that just last night, the Japanese killed a family of three. The person killed was a local Filipino, I think his name was Albert."
Lin Zishan of the Lin family sighed: "It's nothing new for the Japanese to kill people. It's only rare that they don't kill people."
"That's not the case." Wang Jingming said anxiously: "I heard that the Japanese killed them just because of two pieces of black bread."
What?
The patriarchs of the three families were stunned.
Killed a family of three for two pieces of black bread?
"Are the Japanese crazy?" Lin Zishan said in confusion.
"Not crazy, but anxious." Zhao He, the patriarch of the Zhao family, frowned: "Now, the Americans have completely blocked the sea, and the Philippines has been cut off from supplies.
The issuance of the food requisition order showed that the Japanese were at the end of their rope and they were also in short supply of food. They are not willing to let go of any supplies.
What I'm worried about is that the Japanese have found this place before, and although they found nothing, they certainly won't give up. They can kill for two pieces of black bread, and they can kill us too! "
"No!" Wang Xiongyi said decisively: "The supplies we have hoarded are our only hope for survival. There are so many people in Binong, and they only rely on these things. Being snatched away by the Japanese is also a death!"
"What should we do now?" Lin Zishan asked nervously.
Wang Xiongyi thought for a moment: "Old Lin, you immediately organize people to protect our secret material storage place. Old Zhao, you go and inform them that if the Japanese come, let them grab whatever they want. The top priority is to survive." .With this batch of supplies, it is our greatest hope!”
This is the most helpless choice, but it is also the best choice!
…
The most worrying thing happened. After all, the Japanese were not ready to let Binondo go.
A large group of Japanese soldiers appeared at Zhouzai'an, where the Binondolin family gathered.
The leader is Shirenji Zhen of the Military Police.
He had known a long time ago that the overseas Chinese here had a lot of wealth.
Despite being plundered countless times, they have not yet been drained dry.
Especially with such a shortage of supplies, the people here look very rosy!
"Order, everyone to leave the house immediately."
Xilian Temple gave the order fiercely.
The overseas Chinese, who had been warned long ago, left their houses calmly.
The bandits broke into their house.
Xilian Temple looked at it coldly.
After a while, a pile of things was piled in the open space.
There is almost everything, but the food is pitifully burnt.
Xilian Temple really waved: "Yours, come here."
Lin Zishan was called in front of him: "Sir, is something wrong?"
"Are you the person in charge here?" Xilian Temple looked serious: "I know you are."
"Yes, I am." Lin Zishan did not deny it.
Xilian Temple then continued to ask: "Where is the food? Where are you hiding it?"
"Food? It's all here." Lin Zishan replied calmly: "You have already visited every house. We are living a very hard life and there is no more food left."
"Oh, really?" Xilianji really smiled.
Then, he suddenly slapped Lin Zishan hard on the face: "Baga, you deceived the imperial officers and refused to carry out the food requisition order. You have a bad conscience!"
A slap caused blood to flow from Lin Zishan's mouth.
He wiped off the blood and said stubbornly: "Your Excellency, everything I said is true. We have no food, not even a bit."
"I'll show you the cost of lying!"
Under the command of Serian Si Zhen, the two young men were pulled out.
Xilian Si really stared at Lin Zishan: "I will give you one last chance. Where is the food?"
Lin Zishan just shook his head.
"Stubborn! This is your lesson!"
Xilianjizhen pulled out his command sword and struck a young man with the sword.
With a scream, the young man fell in a pool of blood in pain. After struggling for a few times, he completely lost his young life!
