Time travel rebellion, I'm serious

"My name is Wang Dachui, I never expected..."

"what are you writing?"

At the top of the peak, a Han army soldier was writing furiously, which made the comrades beside him very curious.

"Nothing, just recording something!"

Faced with the inquiries of his comrades, Wang Dachui did not hide anything and calmly let his comrades watch.

"This is an autobiography I wrote for myself. Although it's not really an article, I still want to try it. I don't want people to forget me after I die!"

The comrades in arms were amazed, "My dear fellow, you are so poor in studies and yet you still write an autobiography. You only write a diary during the ceremony. How can you make us feel so embarrassed!"

The comrades were amazed while reading the autobiography written by Wang Dachui. The content was as expected. The characters in many places were missing strokes, making it barely readable.

The most important thing is that this so-called autobiography is no different from his own life resume. During the wine ceremony and statistics, he will make one for all the soldiers.

"You're just wasting your pen and ink!"

The comrades-in-arms were quite disdainful. Can this thing written by Wang Dachui be called an autobiography?

"You do not understand!"

Wang Dachui didn't argue, just said you don't understand, took his little notebook and left to find the sacrificial wine.

Regarding Wang Dachui's reaction, his comrade just smiled. How could he not understand anything? What he had to do now was to hold on for seven days and then survive, otherwise what he wrote would mean nothing.

If you have this skill, you might as well adjust your energy and face the fierce battle that follows.

At this time, Jijiu looked at Wang Dachui who was looking for him, looked at the charcoal pencil and small book in his hand, and was very curious in his heart.

"Wang Dachui, what are you doing? Are there any words you can't write?"

From Jijiu's point of view, Wang Dachui's move must have been a question of inquiry, but Wang Dachui was somewhat stupid and his learning speed was slower than that of others in the team. That is to say, he worked hard and could barely keep up with the progress.

Therefore, Jijiu pays great attention to him. Poor study is not a problem, but the attitude of studying hard is the most important.

Wang Dachui waved his hands repeatedly in response to the question about offering wine.

"No, I have something to say. I don't know if I should say it?"

"Tell me, there's nothing you can't say!"

The sacrificial wine invited Wang Dachui to sit down, and the two of them just leaned against the female wall.

"Well, that's right!"

Wang Dachui spoke slowly, "Jijiu, you also know that I am the eldest in the family. There are three younger brothers and two younger sisters in the family. It can be considered a big family!"

Jijiu nodded. He understood this very clearly. Wang Dachui's three younger brothers were Wang Erchui, Wang Sanchui, and Wang Xiaoming. His two sisters were named Wang Erya and Wang Sanya. His father was Wang Tiechui, and his mother was Zhao Wangshi.

In their family, except for the boss Wang Dachui, the youngest Wang Xiaoming and the second queen Sanya, they are not militiamen. The others are all militiamen in the village or town.

This kind of thing is very common among the Han army, especially in the Northern Xinjiang War Zone, so what does Wang Dachui want to say?

Jijiu just nodded and waited for Wang Dachui's words.

"Sacrifice wine, I was thinking that I am the eldest son of the family who has come to serve as a soldier. This time, 7,000 of us have to fight against 110,000 Rakshasa barbarians. I feel that I may not be able to go back, so I thought that after I die, I can Can’t you let the second child take my place and become a soldier?”

Although Wang Dachui's words were a bit confusing, Jijiu still understood what he meant and at the same time understood Wang Dachui's current state.

There was nothing they could do about it. There were too many enemies and too few of them. They were so anxious that they didn't think they could survive.

Even if they only need to hold on for seven days!

In response to this, the sacrificial wine angrily slapped him on the back of the head and cursed with a smile: "This bitch is shaking the morale of the army. Don't think about it. Fighting hard and surviving is the right thing to do. It's only seven days. What I faced in Yicheng back then There are more enemies than this, but I still survived after fighting for more than three months."

"Rakshasa barbarians are not scary, nor are they scary in large numbers. What is scary is that you lose your fighting spirit when facing the enemy. Even if you are given magical weapons, you will still be defeated and die fighting against a hundred-foot-high city wall. "

"You have to remember, the more you fear death on the battlefield, the faster you will die!"

"Besides, you already have a soldier in your family. Why do you think that after you die, the second child will continue to be a soldier? You can't live well, and then the second child will work hard and pass the examination to become a soldier!"

Listening to Jijiu's laughter and scolding, Wang Dachui was somewhat anxious.

"No, that's not the sacrificial wine. That's not what I meant. Look at this!"

Wang Dachui said, and handed the small notebook in his hand to the sacrificial wine.

Jijiu was a little confused, but when he looked through the notebook, the first sentence at the beginning was, 'My name is Wang Dachui, I never expected...' and then followed by a series of self-introductions, and then scrolling back, there were more There are names of other people, including when they were born, how old they are this year, where they live, what their parents and brothers are called, and what they want to say the most.

Although these are brief, they are clear and concise, a bit like a strange suicide note.

"This is???"

Jijiu is a little confused. The people recorded in this book are all from his own squadron.

"It's such a sacrificial wine. Listen to me, that's what I think."

"The difference in numbers between the enemy and us in this battle is too big. I don't really understand what it means, but I understand that many of us will definitely die."

"But among us, in addition to our soldiers, there are also about 5,000 militiamen. Their files are not as complete and well-stored as ours, so the number of their victims in this battle will not be small."

"So what I want to do is to write down all the comrades in our squadron in this small book, and then record the names of the militiamen in this way, and finally bury or hide them."

"Let me tell the truth. Although it doesn't sound good, I still want to say it. You said that if we suffer heavy casualties and the militiamen suffer heavy casualties, with this thing, at least no one will forget us."

"Besides, there are too many enemies. I want to fight to the death, but I also hope that after I die, the government can find my family so that my mother can stop worrying about me and take good care of my younger brothers and sisters."

"This is not only my idea, but our military, including the militiamen who assist us in fighting, probably have this idea in their hearts."

As he spoke, Wang Dachui looked at the sacrificial wine with a solemn expression and said firmly:

"Sacrifice wine, we are not afraid of death, really! What we are afraid of is that after I die, my family will still wait for us, worry about us, we just want our family to let us go!"

Jijiu held Wang Dachui's small notebook and fell silent. The files of the soldiers were all stored in the division and were well kept, but the files of the militia were only stored in the town and county.

It's just a battle around villages, towns and counties. In a battle like this, the number of casualties counted is really too large. By then, many people's names and information will not be found.

Therefore, they will also have a mentality similar to Wang Dachui's and cannot let go of their family members.

As Wang Dachui said, they are not afraid of death. What they are afraid of is that no one will know or tell them after they die, and their family members will not know either, and they will live in anxiety.

Hao Lai, whether it's life or death, you always have to give an accurate answer!

After thinking about this clearly, Jijiu handed the notebook back to Wang Dachui.

"Follow me, bring your autobiography, and let's go find the battalion commander and the battalion's wine together!"