The host is broken

Chapter 130 The Young Marshal of the Republic of China (4)

In the year of the Republic of China in 1931, due to the cowardly compromise of the previous government, the land cutting agreement was signed without a bottom line. In the end, the cold bayonet, carrying the flag with the sun painted on it, began to wantonly plunder the millennium civilization on this land.

Shen Yugui received the battle report from the front line early in the morning. The battle situation was not very good. The foreign army was originally the Eight-Nation Alliance, and the number of troops was greatly overwhelmed, not to mention the foreign army's superiority in weapons.

The number of casualties on the front line is still increasing, and death lists are sent back every day. These people are all comrades who followed him in the bloody battle.

But those lives that were once fresh have now become cold and blunt words on paper. No one knows how heavy and sad he feels at this moment.

And Beiping City is still full of music, who would have thought that a group of people are fighting desperately for their present happiness and happiness a hundred miles away.

As he said, people only care about whether they can defend Beiping City, but no one cares about how many scars they have on their bodies, how many times they have passed through the gates of hell, whether their parents, wives and children are waiting hard at home...

Also, whether they can come back alive.

"Yu Gui, just now a telegram came from the front line, Ah Shi... died."

Song Qing hurried in with the telegram.

The hand holding the pen suddenly shook, and the tip of the pen drew an abrupt mark on the paper.

At the beginning, when foreign troops invaded the territory, Shen Yugui and Ah Shi joined the army together.

Ah Shichang has delicate features, Song Qing laughed at him, saying what a frail scholar can do.

Ah Shi said, so what about scholars, when the country is in crisis, a pen can become an invincible sword.

"People...can be brought back?"

It took a long time before Shen Yugui spoke, his voice low and depressed.

He knew that Ah Shi's biggest dream was to marry his little Qingmei home after driving away the intruders.

If Xiao Qingmei can't wait for him and gets married, then her soul will return to her hometown.

Those who went to the battlefield were all warriors who defended their homes and the country. If they died in battle, they would be buried in their homeland. No one wanted to be a lonely ghost.

When I was born, I failed to see the invaders being shot out of the country's territory.

If it is dead, we must continue to watch, waiting for that day to come.

Whether it's a month, a year, ten years...

Alive, they are warriors on the battlefield.

After death, they are also heroic souls who defend their homeland.

"…No"

The army was ambushed, and many soldiers who came back alive were injured.

seriously injured...

He asked his comrades to give up.

No one is willing to drag down the army or drag down comrades-in-arms.

Ah Shi was hit in both legs by the enemy's dense bullets. His comrades refused to give up and wanted to take him away with him, and bring him home to marry his obsessed green plum.

But he threatened his comrades with suicide to retreat, but his comrades had no choice but to retreat in grief.

Ah Shi's last death was shattered. He asked his comrades to keep all the grenades, and then perished with more than half of the enemy troops.

Shen Yugui closed his eyes, and the hand holding the pen trembled violently. After a while, he opened his eyes, and his eyes were as black as thick ink:

"Leave at noon and take them... home."

Even if it is shattered, he still wants to bring Ah Shi, bring his comrades back, and never let them become wandering and lonely souls!

Song Qing was surprised, and immediately dissuaded her:

"No, general. Once you leave, what will happen to those gentry and wealthy merchants in Beiping City?"

The rich and squires in Beiping City are a group of hungry wolves in the eyes of losing money. They only know about money and interests, and they have no money.

　Thank you Amnesia, Mugui, Hongchen, and the seventy-year-old reward. I spent the Lantern Festival on the mountain today. I just came back and then changed the article, so the update is late, please forgive me. .

　　Regarding the discrepancy between the years of the Republic of China, please don't get too entangled. This is to avoid being blocked because of political involvement.

　　Then let’s talk about something, the editor went to work, I asked about the update, the editor said that I had 150 words, according to the situation of the book Bingjiao, it is best to mention [-] votes or [-] votes for the recommendation vote plus update, Then I told the editor to give [-] votes first. After all, [-] is too much, so... little angels, please forgive me. I really love you. Do not move

　　
　
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