C19 School Speech

January 28, 1933, Xi'an, Shanxi Province, in the High School Auditorium

On the main platform, a male student wearing a school uniform and black-framed glasses raised a banner and asked, "Jing Zhen, what do you think about this post?"

Liu Jingsheng, who was standing below the stage, gestured with his hands and said, "Move over here a bit more."

"Which way do you want me to go?" Yang Juan, who was wearing a black Chinese qipao from the top basket, quickly walked into the auditorium with a loud and passionate female voice. "Zhou Mingjun, move to the right a little more and it will be done."

Liu Jingjie looked at Yang Juan, who was standing a few steps away from him, and scratched his head, "Hur Hur!" He laughed foolishly a few times.

"You two hurry up, the principal and the teachers are already waiting at the school gate. Commander Hua should be arriving soon. " Yang Juan looked at the row of words on the already pasted banner — "Welcome to the Anti-Japanese Hero Hua Bi Cheng". Immediately, she began imagining in her mind just how tall and handsome such a anti-Japanese hero would be …

"Sister Juan, the venue has been set up. Let's go get our classmates. " After attaching the banner, Zhou Mingjun quickly jumped down and rushed in front of Yang Juan and Liu Jingsheng.

"Ah, alright." Yang Juan replied in panic, her cheeks slightly flushing. She thought that her two classmates had realized her wild imagination just now. The three students left the school auditorium together.

In front of the school gates, Ma Jin, the principal in his fifties, was leaning on a cane as he led the teachers of the entire school into a queue to wait. Today was the first anniversary of Shanghai's one hundred and twenty-eight event, and the students had been eager to organize a demonstration. Although Yang Hu City, which governed Shaanxi Province, was still considered enlightened, it would not use military police just because the students were shouting anti-Japanese slogans on the streets. However, there were quite a number of military and special agents in Xi'an city. In case the students shouted out on a whim, "Down with Headmaster Jiang!" The slogans would certainly reach the Special Agent's ears. Principal Ma was afraid that his students would be targeted by spies. In order to find a way to protect them, he added countless wrinkles to his hair, making it unknown how many strands white it had become.

After a few days of deep thought, Principal Ma finally came up with a plan that could protect the students without compromising their patriotism. That was to invite Hua Bicheng, who had made a remarkable achievement in the Shanghai War of Resistance a year ago, to hold a colloquium with the students. Ma Jin immediately went to pay his respects to Hua Kexin's father, old man Hua Kexin, who immediately called his son in Xianyang. When the whole school received the news, they immediately praised Principal Ma and no longer planned to march. On January 28th, they were all waiting for the arrival of the anti-Japanese hero with great anticipation. Principal Ma finally heaved a sigh of relief.

A military jeep stopped in front of the school. Hua Bicheng, who was in his army uniform, opened the car door. As soon as he stretched out his foot, President Ma stepped forward and cupped his hands in greeting. "Commander Hua, you came to my school despite being busy with military matters. It has been hard on you!"

Hua Bi Cheng replied with a military salute. He took the initiative to stretch out his hands to shake hands with Ma Jin. He politely replied, "Where is Principal Ma's words from?" A ten-year tree, a hundred-year tree person. The young students were all the flowers of the motherland. The seniors and teachers were all Gardeners who cared for the flowers of the country. "Although I am a martial artist, it is still a great honor to be able to contribute slightly to the education of China."

Ma Jin and the surrounding teachers secretly exclaimed in admiration. They didn't expect Hua Bicheng to be so well-read and knowledgeable. No wonder he was invited to be a teacher at a university in the United States.

Ma Jin replied happily, "Commander Hua sure is humorous. To think that he would compare the students to flowers. We are comparable to gardeners then."

"One hundred years of grand plans, education is the primary goal. Honored teacher, this is the best tradition of China. Senior Ma and the other teachers are the engineers of the human soul. Hua Bicheng pays his respects to the teachers. " Hua Bicheng performed a very proper military salute towards Ma Dong and the other teachers.

Engineer of the human soul? When all the teachers heard Hua Bicheng's words, they were instantly struck by happiness until they couldn't find the north. It turned out that their own profession had such a pleasant name.

Old President Ma Jin was, after all, the oldest in the academy, so he still knew the directions. He also remembered why he was looking for Hua Bicheng. He cupped his hands and said, "This time around, the students should be waiting anxiously for you, Brigadier Hua!"

"President Ma, this way please!"

When Hua Bicheng entered the auditorium behind Principal Ma Jin, the corridors were filled with auditoriums. They quickly opened up a path to the VIP stage. At the same time, the heated applause from the auditorium deafened Hua Bicheng.

After Hua Bicheng and the school teacher were seated on the main platform, Hua Bicheng walked up to the microphone and pressed it with his hands. Immediately, the entire auditorium became silent. Then, Hua Bicheng opened his mouth and spoke:

"A year ago today in Shanghai, we had a conflict with the Chinese. After listening to President Ma say that everyone was planning to go on a parade in the streets, I can only say that their enthusiasm was commendable.

All of the students here should be well aware that today's Chinese nation has reached the point of life and death. The reason the pirates dare to act so arrogantly and plunder China is definitely not because of the parade and demonstrations, but because they are a powerful nation. Of the more than thirty men we fought together, only three survived. The difference in military strength between the two countries leaves our soldiers with only flesh and blood to fight against the pirates' cannons and armoured war chariots. And China didn't have to rely on parades, rallies, demonstrations and strikes to expel the wolf-like pirates. In addition to the hot-bloodedness of its people, it also had to rely on its iron-like military might.

The most fundamental reason why the pirates want to press on our country today is our national interest. Without a strong Chinese army, the interests of the Chinese nation cannot be defended. China must now gather its strength and hold it in its hands for the right moment. The timing had been missed several times. The recovery of the lost lands in the northeast and the expulsion of the pirates are not things you can solve by going out to parades and shouting slogans. They are matters of iron and blood. The only way out of the country today is to fight against the Japanese with iron blood. "

"Blood against Japan, long live China!" Below the podium, Yang Juan, who sat in the front row, raised her clenched right hand and took the lead to shout.

"Blood against Japan, long live China!" The students below the stage, as well as some of the teachers on stage, also followed suit and shouted out.

Hua Bicheng immediately observed the female student. Although she was off-stage, he could still see her facial features: shoulder-length short hair, a oval face, curved willow eyebrows, and small eyes. However, they resembled a pair of crescent moons with a straight nose and cherry lips. Hua Bicheng was angered to the point that he almost shouted, "Are you trying to make a ruckus?" "I've just said that shouting slogans is useless, so why don't you take the lead and go against me?

After the cheers in the auditorium stopped, Yang Juan did not sit down. Instead, she directly asked Hua Bicheng, "Commander Hua, I would like to ask if my classmates and I can join your army?"

"You still have to finish your studies. After graduation, I will welcome you to join the army." Hua Bicheng's emotions were influenced by the atmosphere in the venue. Looking at Yang Juan, he exclaimed, "When the Sino-Japanese war starts, it will be One Inch Mountain and One Inch River Blood, and a hundred thousand soldiers!"

"One Inch Mountain and One Inch River Blood, one hundred thousand soldiers!" You are truly worthy of being called a hero of the resistance against Japan. Yang Juan led the applause. There was another round of applause.

This time, Hua Bicheng had a very bad feeling. He had said that he would help the school stabilize the mood of the students. How could this little girl turn him into an enlistment speech? Principal Ma's expression was already extremely ugly. He originally didn't want the students to go on a parade, but now Hua Bicheng wanted to drag everyone into the barracks.

When they left the school, Hua Bicheng was constantly accompanying Principal Ma. Principal Ma threw his hands away and said, "Please forgive me for not sending you off!" He then turned around and left in a huff.

Hua Bicheng innocently shrugged his shoulders and turned around to get on the car. Back at the Aral Yang Police Command, before his ass could warm up, he received a call from Yu Dai, the head of the National Government's Overwatch Council, telling him that the Commissioner wanted to see him and that he had to hurry to the airport. The plane to pick him up had already been dispatched. The deputy brigade commander Bai Shuo, the chief of staff Li Yantao, the first company leader Zhu Jinyi, and the second company leader Zhao Jianxin were all confused. Why would Chairman Jiang call on such a small brigade commander?

The letter to Hitler had worked, he knew. He handed over all military matters to Vice Captain Bai Shuo, and warned Zhu Jinyi and Zhao Jianxin again and again that they must not relax their training for even a moment. Then, under the watchful eyes of the officers of the Third Security Brigade, Hua Bicheng drove off in a military jeep, humming a small tune.