“不！必须干掉他们！”内梅切克激动的挥动着拳头，孩子们需要面包，他们应该回家。在哈尔滨十二月的深夜，在松花江被一片白雪覆盖着的冰面上，一群外国人围在防洪纪念塔的灯影里正激烈的辩论着。“这样不好吧，”冈波斯点起一根烟，芜国军用打火机的火光在他的脸上跳动，他 “No, you have to get rid of them!” Nemesic excited waving his fist, the children need bread, they should go home. In the middle of the night of December in Harbin, a group of foreigners were wrapping their heads in the shadow of a flood-control memorial tower on the snow-covered ice of the Songhua River. “That’s not good,” Gambos lit a cigarette and the flare of the Wujun military lighters beat on his face. He