"The big secret, haha, let's talk about it quickly, I'm so anxious." Old Mrs. Yang didn't take it too seriously, and she still looked casual.

"I went to the city to meet Miyamoto, so I asked him for some guns and ammunition. He agreed to go to Watanabe to clear the situation. After he left, his son found a secret document in his room, which said the Japanese wanted..." Yang Tianfeng quickly made a long story and told the rhetoric compiled on the road.

The more Mrs. Yang heard it, the more frightened she became. She stared at Yang Tianfeng for a long time without blinking.

"Mom, come and see." Yang Tianfeng spread a Japanese military map from Miyamoto on the table and pointed and said, "My son is studying in Japan, not only eating, drinking, and having fun, but also reading this map. Look at the terrain, it is high in the west and low in the east, and when the flood is flooded, I will definitely flood this, this, and this, even our town."

Old Mrs. Yang took a breath. Although she couldn't understand the map, Yang Tianfeng said it with a nose and eyes. Although she was a little skeptical, she was still extremely surprised.

"Son, can this be true?" Old Mrs. Yang said with a trembling voice, her hands trembled, and placed it in the Qulong Town that Yang Tianfeng mentioned. "It is said that the Japanese are cruel, but they are not monsters with red hair and green eyes. How dare they do this kind of thing that is harmful to the world? Is this flood a joke? How many people will die?"

"Mom, what I said is a true matter." Yang Tianfeng knew that it should be easy to talk about in the future. The old lady did not mention her own land and property. She only cared about the casualties and injuries of the people. This also had a lot to do with her devout belief in Buddhism in recent years. As she was old, her decisive and cold-hearted character when she was young had also changed a lot. But in a blink of an eye, the old lady said next to her brought Yang Tianfeng back to her original understanding.

"Our family's fields and gardens are going to be destroyed." Old Mrs. Yang sighed and said with her fingers: "It's been hard work for several generations, and it's hard to get the muscles and pull out the strength to have this family business. I don't expect you to be able to shine your family, not worry about food and clothing, just keep our family property and live. But now, it's all gone, all gone. What can I do in the future?"

"A man is a real man, and he will make another profit after he is gone. Besides, living by relying on the property left by his ancestors is a failure." Yang Tianfeng said indifferently: "My son was wrong before and did not see the true face of the Japanese. Now, I think it is not too late to change the course."

Old Mrs. Yang looked at her son in confusion, not knowing what he meant. At that time, he insisted on joining the Japanese. Considering that the National Army had been defeated and in order to save her family property, although she did not agree with it and there were many oppositions from the people below, she still adopted a default attitude. Is her son going to oppose Japan again now because the Japanese wanted to blow up the dam and release water?

"It doesn't matter if the fields and houses are flooded. As long as people are fine, they may not be able to make a comeback with the soft money at home." Old Mrs. Yang was not relieved of Yang Tianfeng, and she was frivolous and had little trouble. She was really afraid that he would cause a big disaster for a moment of impulse.

"Mom, my son is telling the truth." Yang Tianfeng held the old lady's hand and said solemnly: "You don't know the one who suffered when my son came into the city. The Japanese regarded the Chinese as a dog, and even the Japanese soldier dared to scold me. I really couldn't swallow this tone. The Japanese still had to set up garrisons in the town, so wouldn't they want to ride on our Yang family to shit. They wanted women and money, but the infamy of ancestors had to be carried by our Yang family."

Old Mrs. Yang frowned, thought for a while, and said, "Even the National Army is no match for the Japanese. Just because our hundreds of people have turned against the Japanese, will our Yang family have no stable life?"

"When you are in troubled times, how can you have any stable life?" Yang Tianfeng smiled bitterly and said, "Mom, what my son thinks: not only do you have to stab the people in the backbone, but when the Japanese are finished, our Yang family has also confirmed the crime of traitors and traitors. Then it will be robbed and both people and money will be gone."

"Don't the Japanese want to destroy China?" Old Mrs. Yang looked at Yang Tianfeng in confusion, patted his hand gently, and persuaded: "Let's wait and see how the situation develops."

Yang Tianfeng sighed, stood up straight, and said resolutely: "Mom, no matter what, my son will take this step. If he succeeds, he will be a hero, and if he fails, he will be a ghost. I heard that there are the self-defense regiments in the reed marshes more than 20 miles away. My son will go to them now-"

"No, no." Old Mrs. Yang immediately became anxious when she saw her son running away from home. She grabbed Yang Tianfeng's sleeve and said, "No one is allowed to go anywhere. I will lock you up now and see you--"

"Then I'll go on a hunger strike, hit the wall, hang myself..."

When Yang Tianfeng said this, he stopped his words and felt that in a hurry, why did the words he said were a bit like a common trick for women: crying, making a fuss, and hanging himself. He shook his head gently and decided to continue using the family offensive.

Taking a step forward, Yang Tianfeng knelt on one leg in front of the old lady Yang's knees, raised his face and said sincerely and firmly: "Mom, you can lock up your son for a while, but you can't lock up for a lifetime. The Japanese broke the dam and let the water go, and the sky was angry and resentful. At this time, it was a good opportunity to raise the banner and regain the reputation. We are not descendants of the Yang generals, so how can we bear the infamy of a traitor?"

Old Mrs. Yang gently stroked her son's hair and cursed: "What descendants of the Yang family generals? That's a fake family tree that your father spent money to gild his face. How could he believe it?"

Yang Tianfeng was choked and sighed, his face immediately became gloomy, he stopped talking, stood up and turned around and left.

"Come back, I haven't finished my words yet!" Old Mrs. Yang stopped Yang Tianfeng and looked at her silent son standing there. After a while, she said slowly: "I have long said that God cannot be bullied, but the old man just doesn't believe it. He insists on getting a descendant of the Yang family. After giving birth to you, others will compliment him, saying that he is a general, and that in the future, the Yang family will have a powerful general, which is more glorious than his ancestors. When you catch Zhou and catch the little sword, your father will be even more happy. The militia is for the Yang family, and for you; when you study in Japan and travel to Germany, you are also trying to pave the way for you in the future."

Yang Tianfeng blinked his eyes. He really didn't know that such a thing was, and it was quite interesting to hear it.
Chapter completed!