Three thousand Mauser guns

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Zhu Sinan did not hold a funeral.In the end, only those who had been by his side saw him off.

Everyone thought that Li Song would break down and cry bitterly, at least he should need someone to comfort him and find someone to vent.

But he didn't.

Li Song took care of Zhu Sinan's funeral in an unusually calm manner, and carved a tombstone for him with his own hands.Abandoning all the norms and formats that the tombstone should have, only engraved a line of words.

I love Zhu Sinan's tomb.

When sorting out Zhu Simon's relics, the number of handwritten manuscripts was the largest.It took Li Song a day to read through the earliest one, watching Zhu Sinan's writing style, from young and immature to mature.Some of these manuscripts were only half-written, and the second half of the page became ghosts for him to slip away; Paper.At that time, the two of them were sitting together, chatting in class, afraid of being seen by the teacher, so they wrote on the calculation paper, and there was a thick stack when they graduated.Zhu Sinan still kept it, and even carefully bound it.

Some of these calculation papers have started to turn yellow, and the handwriting is not clear.

At nightfall, Li Song found the half-translated "Declaration of Independence" in another pile of manuscripts.

"Sinan, you are one step too late, the "Declaration of the Communist Party" has already..." Li Song picked up the manuscript and spoke to the seat where Zhu Sinan was sitting, and suddenly found that the seat was empty.

He forgot.

Li Song laughed at himself: "Sinan, I forgot."

He put down the manuscript in his hand, and an envelope fell out of it.Li Song picked it up and found that it was written in Zhu Sinan's handwriting.

Zhu Sinan's handwriting is very recognizable, and the pen is vigorous and powerful.

I love Le Song personally.

Inside the envelope were two pieces of letter paper. Li Song unfolded it and found that it was a suicide note secretly written by Zhu Sinan.He has never bumped into it, maybe he secretly wrote it down one night while he was asleep.

颂：

When I read this letter, I probably am no longer by your side.I wonder if you still grieve for me.

I received your overseas telegram that year, which was the happiest thing during my overseas study, so I rushed back to China without stopping.When I got off the boat, I saw you waiting for me at the pier, wearing a well-fitting suit and combing your delicate short hair. It was completely different from what I saw you a few years ago.At that moment, I was a little embarrassed.When you smiled and called my name, I felt that the decision to go back to China and choose to fight for the cause of revolution with you was the most correct decision I had ever made.

I always regret it.you know.I regretted not saving Dongfeng, regretted not taking him to Shanghai for a tour.I also regret not saving Zhu Sibei in time, causing him to suffer a lot in prison, and had to leave Beijing to say goodbye to us.

But I have never regretted anything about you.

Song, I always knew you were blaming yourself for that bullet.I am willing, because protecting you has become my instinct, so I subconsciously push you away.It is said that time is fate, but I do not complain.

Please don't be sad for me, because I have never gone far, I will always be in your heart.Maybe sometimes it will become a certain star in the sky, looking at you far away in the dark night.

On the day of the graduation ceremony, you asked me what I secretly wrote on the paper, but instead of telling you, I rolled up the paper and ate it.Thinking about it now, I can't help laughing at the childish behavior at that time.

Song, now I will tell you about this old secret.What I wrote was—"Love doesn't know where it started, but it goes deeper and deeper."

It's a young mind who is a little shy to see people.

God has treated me well, let me meet you since I was a teenager, maybe halfway through he felt that I had a good life and regretted it, so he planned to take back my life in advance.So I often feel that there is too little time, and there are too many things that I have not been able to witness with you.

It may really not be possible to wait for the day of Guotai Minan.

But you have fulfilled my wish and given me a home.

My love, I should stay away now, only worry about you alone, and hope for your well-being.When the country is not strong, don't give up the hope of life, you need talents like you to trust each other, and make the country strong.

We will meet each other in the prosperous world in the next life, be ordinary people, and stay together for a lifetime.

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Li Song sat on the ground, the letter paper was wet.It's his tears.

His suppressed emotions for many days were crushed by this suicide note.Today, Li Song finally knows that he and Zhu Simon have missed each other for many, many years.

The youngest, the most high-spirited for many years.

"Why are you willing?" Li Song raised his hand and slammed it on the bed, the wooden bed made a loud noise, and cracks appeared immediately.Li Song's hands turned white at first, then immediately turned reddish-purple, and blood began to ooze out.

Meng Shenglin, who was sitting in the living room, quickly dropped what he was doing and ran to the room to check the situation.When he opened the door, Li Song curled up on the carpet, surrounded by manuscripts left by Zhu Sinan.Li Song stared at the letter paper in his hand, completely unaware of Meng Shenglin's arrival.

He kept chanting Zhu Sinan's name.Say it over and over again.

Then ask yourself.

"How dare you."

"How dare you leave me alone."

Counting around for a lifetime, the jade tree of Yao rank is like a king, and there are few in the world.

There will never be another Zhu Sinan in the world.

What fell was his world.

Day two.

Li Song disappeared.

All of Zhu Sinan's manuscripts were neatly piled up in the corner of the room by him, and he didn't take any of them away.Only Meng Shenglin knew that the suicide note that Li Song took away was the last memory that Zhu Sinan left for him in the world, which belonged only to the two of them.

The three of them scoured the streets and alleys of Beijing, but couldn't find any news about Li Song.Overnight, Li Song seemed to have never appeared in this world.Meng Shenglin once thought that getting to know Li Song was just an unrealistic fantasy of his own, and he was a figure in his fantasy.

Three months later.

Suzaku, the new columnist of "Chusheng Daily", was born, and the popularity was no less than that of Dongfeng.Suzaku's writing style is almost exactly the same as Dongfeng's, and the content he writes is also the same as Dongfeng's.Some people even thought that it was Dongfeng who changed his pseudonym and came back.

After Meng Shenglin and the three read Suzaku's article, their eyes met.

Suzaku, one of the four spirits of the sky in ancient Chinese mythology.It is the god of the south representing Emperor Yan and Qisu in the south.

The summer of the 12th year of the Republic of China.

After Meng Shenglin finished working in the hospital all day, as soon as he went out, he found Zhu Sibei driving a car, waiting for him at the door.

"There is news about Li Song."

Meng Shenglin's sleepy and fighting eyes suddenly turned round, and he bounced off the seat and hit the roof of the car.

"Be careful."

"What news!" Meng Shenglin asked, "He still remembers us! It's so heartless that he won't contact us for a year."

Zhu Sibei showed Meng Shenglin the letter sent by Li Song.In the letter, Li Song said that he had joined the political party and became one of them.They are doing fine now, so don't worry about them.

Although he still didn't want to reveal his specific information, Meng Shenglin was already very happy to know this.

"Like Li Song, Chen Ping and I are working hard to join." Zhu Sibei said, "What about you? What do you think?"

Meng Shenglin didn't think about it at all: "Is there any need to think about it? Don't you leave me behind."

While driving, Zhu Sibei pinched Meng Shenglin's fleshy face with his right hand in relief: "Okay."

In the 13rd year of the Republic of China.

After going through untold hardships, the three of Meng Shenglin successfully joined the organization.They participated in several labor movements, some were victorious and others were suppressed by warlords.

Everyone realized that it is impossible to defeat a powerful enemy by looking for a single army, so they began to look for allies, and the first big cooperation was carried out smoothly.The Three Principles of the People were reinterpreted, the Workers and Peasants Movement was vigorously developed, and the revolutionary army also harvested a large number of talents.

Victory in the Northern Expedition.

However, people's hearts are changeable, and the harmony and victory didn't last long before dissent appeared.

Casualties and bloodbath.

Li Song received a temporary task in the afternoon, and the above said that he would sort out the list of casualties and send condolences to the family members.He always works day and night, hoping to temporarily return to the world from endless thoughts.

He is forcing himself to stand up.Because he didn't want to wish Sinan to be sad for him.

Not long after tidying up, his hands stopped.He thought it was because he was dazzled, so he read the paper back and forth several times.

Zhu Sibei—job unknown.

Meng Shenglin - Physician at Sacred Heart Hospital

Chen Ping—job unknown.

Li Song's heart surged with anger, and he smoked a lot of cigarettes.After every cigarette he smoked, he crushed the cigarette end fiercely, as if this was the only way to relieve him from his anger.

He stood by the window from sunset, through the night, until the sun rose from the east again.

On the second day, Li Song submitted his resignation.The leader was confused by his sudden decision, so he asked him why he resigned.

"Join the army." Li Song said, "Only by building our own army can we have the right to speak! Only then can we avenge my dear friend who died."

The cusp.

Li Song joined the No.11 Army of the Second Front Army of the Revolutionary Army.

In the army, Li Song and Meng Shenglin meet again in the army.Meng Shenglin became a doctor in the army, specializing in treating injured doctors.When Li Song saw him, he was already blind in one eye.

Li Song didn't care because Meng Shenglin was still alive.Meng Shenglin said that Zhu Sibei was still alive, but his leg was crushed for too long and had to be amputated. He is now resting.

It's a pity for Chen Ping.

"Brother Song, I will never be separated from you again." Meng Shenglin was tearful, and the eyeball of the other eye was no longer there, revealing a deep black hole. "We all have to live well."

He no longer wants to experience the passing of people around him again and again.

Li Song dared not answer him, since he has joined the army, his life is not his own.

"Sheng Lin, when you grow up, you can stand on your own." Li Song patted his head, "That's why you have to be stronger. All of us are going forward today for a better tomorrow."

Simon.After you left, I believe more and more that there is a spirit in the sky. Is it you who are fighting against the destiny to protect us going forward.

At [-] o'clock on August [-]st, three shots were fired, and the uprising began.

The first and second divisions of the No.20 Army launched an attack on the defenders at Fantai Yamen, Dashiyuan Street, and Niuhang Station; the No.11 Army No.20 Fourth Division attacked Songbai Lane, Xinyingfang, Baihuazhou, etc. Army launched an attack.

Fight till dawn.

When attacking the Fantai Yamen, Li Song was shot through the chest by a stray bullet in order to save his comrades in arms, and immediately lost his ability to move.Under the suppression of firepower, his comrades tried to rescue him several times, but they were pushed back to their original positions and could not move.

"Leave me alone! Go!"

After speaking, Li Song's arms and thighs were shot by bullets, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.He could clearly feel that his lungs were losing the ability to collect oxygen, maybe it was a stray bullet hitting the lung lobes.

His comrades gritted their teeth and wanted to fight for the last chance to get Li Song back.

Even if they knew in their hearts that Li Song was hopeless.But they didn't want to leave his body here to be smashed by these shells.

"No! I can't get through!"

"Go! Did you hear what I said! Go! Leave me alone!" Li Song yelled at them with the last of his strength, "Don't save me! Go to help! Take down the Fantai Yamen!"

The comrades gritted their teeth and looked at Li Song, feeling unwilling.Under Li Song's urging, they gave up on Li Song with tears in their eyes, took up their guns again, went to support the front line, and continued to fight with their lives.

"Wait for us! Victory will come soon!" The speaker bit his lower lip desperately, his hands were trembling, and the sweat on his face was mixed with cannon fodder. "We must see the victory!"

This is the case in war, the descendants step on the body of the predecessors, and bravely move forward regardless of everything.The person you clearly wanted to save ended up staying behind, igniting your own life, and then telling you not to look back.

"If you can, help me tell Meng Shenglin that Sinan and I are very happy to know him."

Li Song was lying on his back on the ground, with another night of starry sky above his head, and a hail of bullets beside his ears.

He couldn't move, his vision was blurred by blood.Collapsing lungs robbed him of oxygen, and bleeding clogged his windpipe.He was choked, coughed violently, and the blood spurted down his chin, flowed on his neck, and dripped on the ground under him.

Simon.It turns out that you have been in such pain.

Zhu Sinan's face appeared in front of his eyes.Fair, warm and smooth lines, always bright black eyes.

Li Song wanted to raise his hand to touch it, but he couldn't move his limbs.

"Sinan, forgive me for breaking my promise."

In Li Song's vision, everything around him gradually turned gray.The deafening sound of shells is also weakening.His senses are no longer sharp.So the pain began to fail to pass to the brain.

Now he can no longer feel the existence of his limbs.

"I couldn't see the dawn for you."

It turned out to be the final ending.

It is we who gave our lives for the dawn to come, before the dawn.

But dawn always comes.

There will always be someone who is willing to reach out to take our flag, and light the torch of hope in the beacon smoke, becoming the only light in the dark night, protecting the rivers and mountains under our feet, and seeing the dawn when it comes.

"What are you writing? Sneaky."

"I will not tell you."

A teenager holds a small post-it note in his hand.

It says yes on the front.

"I am willing to fight for the unfinished revolutionary cause all my life until my body dies and my soul disappears."

It's written on the back.

"Love doesn't know where it started, but it keeps going deep."

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The author has something to say:

(On the premise of ensuring the smoothness of the storyline, some content of the article should be deleted as much as possible. Because of the subject matter, it may not be possible to delete some times. If it does not comply with the regulations, when requested to lock the article, I will lock the full text. Resolutely implement the regulations!)

Quotation part: "If you go around in your life, the jade tree of Yao rank is like a king, and there are few people in the world." ——Wu Yong's "Water Dragon Song·Shou Li Changru"

When the predecessors die, the descendants will stand up.

Revolution is not something that can be achieved overnight, it requires the inheritance and efforts of several generations.As said in the Awakening Age, it is a big cause that requires the hard work of several generations.

They don't know when the dawn will come, but there will always be someone who will see the dawn for them and go to a prosperous appointment.

The story ends here, and there will be extra episodes later.

I like this story very much. It is something I have wanted to write for a long time, but I was always worried that I would not be able to handle it because of my lack of writing skills.Now writing here, to a greater extent, is an article written for myself.Although the writing power is still insufficient, fortunately, it is better than me a year or two ago.

Part of the history in the article is related to searching Baidu and literary history textbooks.If there is an intellectual error, please point it out, and I will make changes in the future.

You understand the part of the declaration that is harmonized in the article~ I will not modify it.

Thank you for your support. Being able to see this is an exchange between us.

Thank you very much, bow.