"Okay! Okay! Okay..."
Mr. Fang applauded repeatedly, his cloudy eyes suddenly shone brightly, and it was obvious that he cared about this very much.
"I just don't know if my old bones... can still see Xiao Erzi leading the troops to fight back."
"It's definitely possible! The second young master's biggest wish is to lead troops back to rescue our compatriots one day, but master... we have to leave this place of right and wrong first." Agui frowned, looking a little anxious.
The current situation has reached a critical juncture. As the war situation becomes more and more unfavorable, the Japanese have also begun to fight against the enemy. Once again, they have set off a wave of massacres, frantically arresting all underground resisters in Southeast Asia, including anyone who provides them with convenient cover. people.
Even the intelligence organization formed by Yu Sifan earlier was arrested and killed by the Japanese. Now these people can only hide around like rats. If they are not careful, they will be killed.
The reason why the Fang family is still in Singapore is simply that the Japanese value Mr. Fang's influence in Malaysia and keep him to better manage the local Chinese and indigenous people and plunder more resources.
In the past few years, Mr. Fang endured the humiliation and pretended to compromise with the Japanese. On the surface, he became a so-called obedient citizen and became the chairman of the so-called Nanyang Co-Prosperity Association.
On the other hand, he secretly arranged people to join other big families to form the Nanyang Self-Rescue Society, and used his position and financial resources to participate in the resistance against Japanese atrocities. The Self-Rescue Army was one of the important resistance forces.
People who didn't know the truth called him a traitor and a lackey... There were even incidents where some angry youths tried to assassinate him on the street.
Mr. Fang didn't care about these misunderstandings and insults, but the most unacceptable thing was that every time he saw the little devils torturing and killing his own compatriots, the feeling of sadness, anger and powerlessness also tormented him.
Fortunately, the efforts of the past few years have not been completely in vain. The underground anti-Japanese organizations have been active in Southeast Asia. Although they have sacrificed many compatriots, they have been bleeding the little devils in the dark. The Self-Rescue Army has also found support again, and it is bound to bring the anti-Japanese resistance to an end. The business continues to the end.
"By the way, Agui, is there any news about those people who fled to Kosame Island?" Mr. Fang said thoughtfully, leaning on his cane.
After hearing this, Agui subconsciously looked at the door and the window, and after confirming that no one was around, he whispered: "I don't have much information here. I only know that the 88th Army has sent people over to rescue them." We left, and now we have probably arrived at the Siam intelligence station. We encountered the Japanese twice on the way, and many people died."
"Then...that piece of information?" Mr. Fang showed a nervous expression and looked at Agui hesitantly.
"Don't worry, sir, the intelligence has not been leaked. The Japanese army doesn't know what it is yet, and they haven't sent too many troops to pursue it. As long as they get past Siam, they are basically safe."
"That's good, that's good..."
After getting the answer, the old man finally breathed a sigh of relief. The troop and defense map of the Malay Peninsula cost a lot of manpower and material resources, and countless people died to get it. If the Japanese discovered it, not only Having sacrificed so many people in vain, the Japanese army will definitely redeploy, and all efforts will be in vain.
"It's just Master, the Japanese may be aware of our private operations. Those mad dogs have ignored us now. I guess you also..."
Agui took a deep breath and begged in embarrassment.
"Come with me. This is what the second young master wants. The Japanese have now started a curfew to completely block all major ports. There will be a fishing boat east of Sangcha Port at night. This is the last chance."
As the war dragged into its later stages, many important locations on Myanmar's frontline were lost one after another, and the number of US bomber dispatches increased. Those factories, airports, and fortress bases became the focus of the US military's care. Bombers visited the Malay Peninsula almost every day.
The Japanese are also anxious. The opponent's precise bombing every day is obviously guided by someone, and the problem of intelligence leakage is obvious. In addition, resistance forces across Southeast Asia are resurrecting like sparks, and their scattered troops are already tight. The situation became extremely difficult.
So they stepped up their attacks on the resistance organizations, especially in dealing with counter-intelligence. They would rather kill by mistake than let go. Many people died unjustly under their guns.
Agui waited expectantly for the other party's answer. Now the little devils had reached the point of frenzy. They began to arrest all suspicious objects. If they were brought to the interrogation room, there was basically no chance of them coming out alive.
This time I returned to Singapore under Fang Jingyao's orders. In addition to intelligence tasks, I also had to find a way to take the old man away from this place of right and wrong.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Fang shook his head and flatly refused: "Oh... I can't leave yet."
"Why, sir?" Agui asked in confusion.
Mr. Fang walked to the window and silently looked at the Japanese soldiers standing guard in the courtyard downstairs, with disgust on his face and his eyes looking into the distance.
There is a rubber plantation not far outside the manor, where hundreds of workers are hard at work. The surrounding Japanese soldiers patrol lazily back and forth, and when they are bored, they will punch and kick a few workers for fun.
However, those workers could only tolerate their anger and resentment without even the slightest hint of resistance. Compared to their compatriots who were imprisoned and tortured in concentration camps, their treatment was already quite good. It's just a pity...all the fruits of labor will be ruthlessly taken away by the Japanese.
"My departure is easy, but how many innocent lives will be lost because of me."
Mr. Fang closed his eyes in pain, as if he had predicted the outcome in advance.
"Are you worried that the Japanese will be harmful to us? Don't worry, my brothers are fully prepared. They have no fear of life and death. Wanting to escape is not..."
Agui thought that the old man was just afraid that many of his own people would die if they were blocked by the Japanese when escaping. He walked up confidently and wanted to give some persuasion, but was interrupted by the thin arm of the other party in front of him:
"You don't understand. With my identity being displayed here, the Japanese will definitely become angry. At that time, there will inevitably be a bloody storm. Rubber plantations, sugar cane factories, several copper and iron mines...thousands of workers will not be able to do anything." Everyone will be implicated because of me..."
In order to plunder more resources and wealth in Southeast Asia, the Japanese frantically launched a massacre of Chinese people. As long as the Chinese were robbed and killed, thousands of Chinese were brutally murdered by the Japanese. Rivers of blood flowed and corpses littered the fields.
There is no reason or sign, just because you are Chinese and you have Chinese blood flowing.
At that time, Mr. Fang found Yamashita Fengfumi, who was responsible for the matter, and responded, saying that he was willing to donate all his property to support the establishment of the "**** circle". He also prepared a large amount of gold to give to Yamashita Fengfumi, hoping that the other party would let those innocent people go. common people.
But the old devil at the foot of the mountain was extremely vicious. He ostensibly agreed to Fang Chongen's request, but the next day he turned against him and arrested Mr. Fang for collaborating with the enemy. Dozens of servants were all taken to the concentration camp, and I wanted both the typical ones sent and those robbed.
Mr. Fang only had two sons. The eldest son died in this chaos. The second son Fang Jingyao was also forced to flee Singapore at that time and moved to Siam to start his anti-Japanese road.
"My Healing Game"
Later, it was Juichi Terauchi who came forward and saved Mr. Fang's life. This guy was not out of mercy. Terauchi, who was born in Osaka, just felt that killing blindly could not solve the problem. As long as long-term development can only be achieved by using China to control China, it happened that the Fang family and Fang Chongen's influence in Malaysia is large enough and he is fully qualified for this position.
The eldest son died, the second son fled, and the family business of several generations was destroyed. Perhaps it would have collapsed for an ordinary person, but Fang Chongen did not only think about his own yellow and white things.
Mr. Fang, who survived the catastrophe, came out and ran around everywhere. He took the initiative to propose the idea of running a factory and industrial park to the temple, and took over everything. The premise was to stop the massacre because a large number of Chinese were needed as workers.
Juichi Terauchi readily agreed to this request and provided many conveniences to Mr. Fang. In addition, he also released a large number of Chinese in the concentration camp to show his sincerity, but the first condition was that the latter must bring hundreds of thousands of people to the Malay Peninsula within one year. More than eighty percent of the industrial resources are put into operation, and no rebellion can occur anywhere, otherwise all participants will be dead.
It was Mr. Fang who tried his best to prevent more tragedies from happening. Now thousands of workers in those factories and rubber gardens are able to work there through his guarantee, thereby saving their lives.
