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Sunrise. Fulvio saw the black Toyota and a 97-Te-K armored transport truck with a single machine gun in its cargo compartment . The good thing was the soldiers. They wouldn't back down even after they were dead.

Fulvio was not relieved. This war was not his anymore, but not by a long shot. It would be a tiresome and tiring trip along the coast, more than 1300 kilometers, dangerous both ways. No one could guarantee that the Italians in Tientsin would obey, since they all had, like him, absolute sympathy for the United States and England and for the brave Chinese people.

--Mafangulo--said the major to no one as he climbed into the Toyota and rolled 30 kilometers per hour out of the city.

X

Namura had given the order for the major to return. But he had already left. He did the right thing. He sent for him.

Meanwhile Fulvio on the streets and on the highways saw the columns of Type 89 Hi-Go tanks; the heaviest of the Japanese armament, together with the constant coming and going of convoys of Type 89 Hi-Go tanks. The heaviest of the Japanese armament, together with the constant coming and going of convoys of trucks with reinforcement troops. That meant things were not good. No more, no less...

...At that moment Madame Moonlight sat in a simple chair, in the middle of her dressing room, in perfect silence drinking tea. She stared at the bare wall. Ten years of having a whim. But the whim was now reality and her feelings were catching her, biting her, tearing her. She saw the desire to satiate her hunger in her body. That was what she supposed in the look in his eyes. Incidentally he was a cruel meanie. He would say goodbye saying he was leaving to be killed to enjoy her despair. The young woman began to shed bitter tears. She remembered how from the ruins she saw him kneel and cry out in a language she did not know. She remembered seeing the young man kneeling almost in front of the Japanese truck. He saw their respect for him. An enemy. Fulvio was an enemy. She was begging and humiliating herself before an enemy, willing to give everything for an enemy. The young woman cried with shame and rage for a while.

CHAPTER 3

While Fulvio was cursing mesmerizingly inside the car, raging about the fact of having many months without playing "Calccio".

The rebel cell held its meeting and checked the orders. The Japanese were extremely active. They had tightened the controls even more. They were not allowed to go within 25 kilometers of the military airport containing the prisoners. The Americans were absolutely isolated and at times it was impossible to execute the escape plan. The Japanese intelligence services had set several baits, but neither the communists nor the Kuomintang fell into these traps.

Marginal resistance activity was maintained. 5 ambushes that resulted in some 60 Japanese dead, 4 trucks and 1 truck

Japanese killed, 4 trucks and a heavy tank. But 300 guerrillas fell in combat and almost 2,000 were arrested and disappeared.

arrested and disappeared. The Americans began bombing the Shanghai docks and refineries.

Dr. Jia Xiang wanted to meet privately with Marina.

--You will have to control yourself,-- she said to the very serious young woman, --He is an enemy and therefore a military target. Several section directors are disgusted by your crazy behavior.

--I am a disciplined militant,-- the young woman defended herself, --but I cannot impose silence on the anguish of my heart.

--But you do not know how to control yourself with him. We are already in his own house, and the situation is so difficult that we should have accepted it. He is not to be trusted. You mustn't forget that.

--It's too many years loving him. He's real and he's in front of me...He's interested in me. At least I think so,-- she defended herself, saying more to herself than to the doctor.

--It is an unacceptable weakness,-- replied the communist, Marxist, Leninist, Maoist doctor, who worked in the Kuomintang Tigers, a product of the alliances between the Mao Dragons and Chang Kai Seng.

--That is why I will have to commit suicide by doing my job. -said the other with neutral eyes.

--Ritual suicide is also an unacceptable Japanese custom. -The other replied in dialectical disgust.

--But I am dead. Since I lost my family and fell in love with an enemy of a different race, I am dead...My heart bleeds. For in the end I know that I am indifferent to him.

--That's not what the directors and I see,--the other replied, worried and at times becoming a woman again, --We think he's on his knees, I think he can do anything beneficial just to please you.

--It is his desire for the flesh,-- said the young woman transfigured with pain, --that makes him pretend thus. It is his overwhelming beauty that wants to proclaim its triumph in my body. He wants me there; he seduces me with his presence and his gaze. At every moment I lose the battle against his hateful insistence. He's interested in me, it's true, but not in the way I want him to be.