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The wheels of history rolled ever onward; justice would ultimately prevail. Or, put another way, whatever prevailed would be justice.

Germany on the European battlefield had not been able to run rampant for long. After the Battle of Stalingrad, its situation took a sharp turn for the worse. Increasingly unable to stand against superior numbers, it watched the Allies begin winning victory after victory.

Japan's position on the Asia-Pacific battlefield was no better. Battle after battle had reduced its advantage to a stalemate, then turned it into a disadvantage. Severe internal economic problems and the rapid decline in troop quality had already left Japan unable to keep up.

As the saying went, illness came crashing down like a mountain; war was much the same. At the beginning of the War of Resistance Against Japan, the Japanese army was strong and vigorous, like a monstrous flood ravaging China. That was China's mountain collapsing. But later on, China slowly recovered, while Japan became the flood. One defeat became two, then four, until at last it turned into a rout across the entire front.

Mussolini had been executed, Berlin had been captured by the Soviet Red Army, Hitler was dead, and Germany had surrendered unconditionally. Thus, it was Japan's turn. Its soaring ambitions had finally come to an end.

On August 9, 1945, the United States dropped an atomic bomb on Hiroshima, Japan. On the eleventh, it dropped another atomic bomb on Nagasaki, Japan...

The car moved through the countless streams of people filling the streets. Sitting in the back seat, Wang Yan looked through the window at the hem of some unknown person's clothes blocking his view. Inside the poorly soundproofed car, the jubilant cries of the masses outside filled the air.

The two atomic bombs had become the final straw that