A courtyard house; Li Yunlong, a subordinate of the deputy director of Harbin Military Engineering I

Pasadena, Los Angeles, California.

The changes on the street near the Fifth Division's residence over the past few months are clearly visible.

They're really crazy; they'll attack anyone in uniform they see.

The American people are selfish; they become restless when their own interests are involved. Coupled with the defeat in this war—an unjust war, a crushing defeat at the hands of the University of Tokyo…

The slogans came from several blocks away, but I couldn't hear them clearly through the window.

The Fifth Master was locked in his study, several stacks of newspapers piled up by the window; he had read each issue more than once from last autumn to this February…

He was always looking for messages hidden between the lines, even if it was just a single sentence about the motherland, it would be enough for him to read repeatedly for days.

The door was pushed open, and the lady walked in carrying a vegetable basket. Her steps were quicker than usual, her eyes were red, and her lips trembled slightly.

She almost bumped her shopping basket against the doorframe when she came in, but she didn't care.

"I went to the market to buy groceries, and do you know what I saw?"

The Fifth Division looked up from the newspaper, put down the magnifying glass in his hand, and realized he hadn't seen his wife look like this in a long time.

"Xiao Jiang, what's wrong? Don't keep me in suspense, okay?"

The lady placed the vegetable basket on the table, bracing herself on the edge with both hands. She couldn't contain her excitement, and her voice rose several decibels.

"I don't know who unblocked a batch of videotapes obtained from the Soviet side, but they're being played on a loop in the mall. They're about last year's military parade in our country..."

They were all volunteer soldiers... marching proudly and with high morale...

She took a deep breath, as if trying to retrieve that scene from her memory and repeat it again.

"I heard the stirring national anthem, I saw the heroic soldiers fighting..."

I saw hope for life, I saw the indomitable spirit of life! I'm so excited!!!

As she spoke, she touched her chest, her eyes trembling with tears, but the corners of her mouth were turned up.

No one can understand the feeling of being far away in a foreign land, seeing the powerful and resounding footsteps of the motherland marching on its soil during a military parade—a feeling more intense than any letter from home.

The Fifth Division suddenly stood up, the chair leg scraping against the floor with a short, sharp sound.

Nourishes—

He walked over, placed his hands on his wife's shoulders, his fingers trembling slightly.

"You, you continue, what else?"

The lady wiped her eyes, the tremor in her voice still lingering.

"I heard a name: Zhang Renfeng, Zhang the Explosives Master, Zhang the Two Divisions..."

Someone captured some of the footage, created a giant poster, and hung it on a high-rise building, calling for an end to the war!

He was known as America's strictest yet kindest father!

What I saw was a power even more formidable than that of the Nationalist army; this... is the truth that we overseas students tirelessly seek!

I even heard our national anthem!!!

General Zhang was also singing loudly, "Forward, forward, forward..."

After hearing this, the Fifth Master released his wife's shoulder, turned around abruptly, and slammed his hand on the desk.

The crisp sound echoed in the study for a moment, then dissipated.

"good!!!!

"Xiao Jiang! Sing! Speak louder!! Use your soprano voice to sing to the world!!!!"

He turned around, his gaze falling on his wife's face, and something that had been suppressed for two or three years finally surfaced in his eyes.

"Our motherland will eventually become great!! Our path home will eventually open."

He took a step forward, his voice laced with laughter, but his throat was tight.

"I'm so happy! I'm excited! I'm thrilled! I want to go back and dedicate our knowledge to my beloved motherland!!!!!"

The lady stood by the desk, took a deep breath, and straightened her back.

In the distance outside the window, one could still faintly hear sporadic slogans and sirens, but inside this study, only something ablaze was spreading.

She opened her mouth, and a clear soprano voice flowed from her throat. It trembled a little at first, but became more and more stable as she sang.

"Arise, ye who refuse to be slaves..."