My military rank is colonel. As a soldier, fight for conquest on the American battlefield.
When the country has no enemies, I become a drunk.
Sell your laughs, sell my sadness that comes from the battlefield. I can't get rid of alcohol, because alcohol is only anesthesia, and the pain in my heart will never be cleared away.
However, the opportunity has come.
I was appointed by the government to train Japan’s first modern firearms army for the emperor. Emperor Meiji intends to completely eradicate the samurai, the last remnant of the old Japanese generals, in order to formulate new policies that are more westernized and promote foreign trade. Base.
On July 12, 1876, the openness of the sea gave me a moment of relief. There was no past and no future.
Relief is only a moment. Training those Japanese who have never touched a gun is more difficult than imagined, not to mention that there is a very annoying boss.
Before I trained them well, I was sent to lead these Japanese people to take up muskets for the first time and fight the samurai.
The result was a terrible loss, and I became a prisoner of war. Of course, I am not as weak as those Japanese, I also killed their leader's brother.
The samurai did not kill me, but took me to their hometown.
Unexpectedly, the place where the samurai lived was so beautiful, with vast fields and classical wooden houses.
I know that here, we, as enemies, will understand each other.
Here, I met many Japanese samurai. They are polite, they pay attention to benevolence, justice and faith, maybe those spirits come from another country in the East.
Unexpectedly, the leader asked his brother-in-law to take care of me. We ate at a table, and her two sons were also at the same table.
Many times we will be embarrassed, but the arrangement of fate is always wonderful. For example, I, an American, ate at the same table with a beautiful Japanese woman.
In the winter of 1876, there were many rainy days in Japan during that season.
We bowed to each other in the rain.
I killed her husband. I have been full of guilt.
I always hear her gentle voice when I want to do something for her.
She said: Japanese men do not do housework.
I said: I am not Japanese.
Sorry, I finally said these three words.
At that moment, she smiled and wept.
Maybe time can really change everything, I no longer hate the samurai, and she no longer hates me.
spring is coming.
Under the cherry tree, the samurai leader looked sad but full of determination.
In my eyes, the last samurai in Japan said to me: winter flowers bloom, it is worth the wait. I have been trying to write my dreams into poetry. But...
he also said: Feeling life from a flower in a cup of tea, this is the real Bushido.
I listened carefully and found that there was so much vitality in the samurai's heart that was surging with blood. When everything the samurai hopes for is not fulfilled, blood will gush in the cracks in the chest and abdomen. They use suicide to accomplish everything.
In the end, I still have to leave, for battles and battles. I have stood with the samurai, met the emperor, and then killed each other.
At the hot spring, I said goodbye to her. She was dressed in white and her hair was black and wet.
I said, you are very good to me, I will not forget.
She was about to cry and almost held me back. From that moment on, I thought, if I didn't die, I would come back.
Emperor Meiji's determination to kill the samurai became stronger under the impetus of some people, and the final battle was inevitable.
I don't know why I changed. From killing them to now, I can't do without this kind of Bushido spirit. Maybe it's because of men, maybe it's because of women, and children. I have become a samurai, fighting for Bushido.
I applied the battlefield strategy that I used during the American Civil War to the Japanese, but there was a huge disparity in military strength. I and the last samurai of Japan are fighting this unbeaten war.
As a result of the war, the samurai disappeared in Japan.
Some results are already doomed.
I am not dead. I handed over the sword lost after the leader's death to Emperor Meiji.
I know he is in pain, because what he destroyed was the samurai who protected him from ascending to the throne. Self-cultivation, self-elimination. Maybe it's fate! The fate of the samurai.
It's all over.
die. eternal life. Accompanied by.
In fact, I am the last samurai in this empire.
Because I had the closest distance to the last samurai in this empire, I saw with my own eyes how they carried forward a kind of samurai spirit in this world, and more importantly, the Bushido spirit never died. Because I am in it.
I still have to go back. Not to return to China, but to return to a woman.
Because I swear-if I don't die, I will come back.
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