Ding Zhou Ji

Do it, you can't even scold, wail, or cry.I'm such a bloody jerk.

I make the dead unable to bury their souls in the soil and return to their hometowns, and I make the living feel indebted and have no peace.

I'm sorry, my brother Paze.

Meng is bored: I am reclining on the recliner, not far away are tattered weapons and tattered newcomers, and in the distance are the Nantianmen engulfed in smoke and a thousand shattered bones.

I have bad eyesight and can only see what is close to me, so I look at my leader.

I couldn't see his expression, only his back sitting on the grass.He didn't speak, and I didn't speak. Such a long silence is quite rare between two talkers who take it as their own responsibility to hurt others.

The rain stopped and the sun came out.

Zenda's rain began to rain endlessly, and it was so gloomy and cold that the blood in one's heart seemed to have turned to ice.But as long as the sun pops out, yes, Zenda's sun "jumps" out, there is no cover-up, and it always hangs high in the clear sky.As if it has always been there, never disappearing for a moment.

So what was instantly dispelled by the scorching light was not only the black curtain, but also the cold despair that was almost entangled to the bone.

I don't know what my regimental leader is thinking.I looked at his back shrouded in the sun, and I suddenly had an illusion that his originally thin and unreliable back seemed to be emitting some kind of light.Not dazzling, but warm.

Well, I finally confirmed that I am willing to follow behind such a figure, because he can warm the cold blood in my blood

Long Wenwen: I know Fanla is looking at me, but now I can only turn my back on him and be silent.

Just give me a moment, just a moment.

I can't let him see my current expression, I can't let him hear my current voice, I can't let him perceive my current despair.

Fanla is so smart, sometimes it surprises me.In some ways he does not look like he is only 24 years old, no wonder he always says he is already old.

Such intelligence comes from talent, education, and even more from his experience in the past few years.I know the blows and setbacks he has suffered, I understand the suspicion and anger he has because of this, and I understand how sensitive and fragile a smart person like him is.

I rekindled his pent-up hope, and it could not be extinguished again for my sake.

I can't despair, I can't even be a little bit depressed.

Fanla is watching me, the heroic spirits of Nantianmen are watching me, and my regiment is watching me.

In any case, the Sichuan Army Corps is one of the three regiments of the Yu Division, and I am the commander of the Sichuan Army Corps, which was given by Yu Xiaoqing.The rest, only by ourselves.

I will pull out a real Sichuan army, one that can follow me to the Nantianmen, my regiment.

Meng is annoyed: Yu Xiaoqing died, so Master Yu collapsed.We are not broken because our regiment leader is still alive.

We stood opposite the Yu division's rout.Dozens of heavily armed soldiers and hundreds of rookies who have never touched a gun stand opposite thousands of well-equipped and well-trained soldiers who have lost their helmets and armor and are defeated.

I looked across, I looked at the me I used to be.

We, the messy soldiers who were tricked and abducted by him, took the messy guns that were tricked and abducted by him, followed him to block the soldiers, went to the east bank, defended, and counterattacked.

We don't have to worry about whether we are going to face life or death, we just follow him.

We are the Sichuan Army, and he is our leader.

Long Wenwen: I knew that the little devil would definitely take advantage of the carelessness brought about by the defense line and launch an attack, but I didn't expect it to be so fast.The current Sichuan army is vulnerable to a lack of soldiers and guns. If I give me another half a year, even three months, at least I can pull out a regiment that can go to the battlefield with one gun.

Damn, how can I put hope in the enemy, stupid ease of mind.

The whole city was full of rout soldiers fleeing everywhere like headless chickens, because Yu Xiaoqing was dead.

Another army united by one's name, another army fighting for a certain person, and another army made of paper.

Yu Xiaoqing, that proud and fierce man like a knife's edge, that soldier who dared to fight well and did not hesitate to fight to the death, did he really die like this?

Once Jiangfang fell, the Japanese army poured down, and the consequences would be disastrous.If this is the case, regardless of other things for the time being, how can I be worthy of the thousand heroic spirits on the Nantianmen.

With the strength of the Sichuan army alone, it is bound to be unable to stop the enemy's eastward advance, and the Yu division must be stopped from collapsing.

I have always believed that the Chinese never lack the blood and courage to face powerful enemies.

Just like in Nantianmen, like the Sichuan army behind me now.

Meng is troubled: Yu Xiaoqing is right at all, my team leader is really the most unlucky guy I have ever seen.

This is what Yu Xiaoqing just said, so naturally he is not dead.

We all drooped our heads, with smiles that couldn't be concealed, not because Yu Xiaoqing was being pissed off by my unlucky head, but because our head chose to be with us .

When Yu Xiaoqing appeared in front of us with blood on his hands, gunpowder smoke all over his face, we were afraid that he would shoot us all with machine guns.Later, our head of the regiment's demeanor of hanging himself made us very afraid that he would be cut in two by Yu Xiaoqing's knife immediately.

Now we are not afraid, we have a leader who rejects the main regiment and chooses the Sichuan Army—although this is really a choice made by a lunatic and an idiot.

Our head of the regiment shares the same fate with us, and since we share the same fate, we will live and die together, so what is there to fear.

Long Wenwen: Yu Xiaoqing didn't die, and the defeated army immediately became Yu's teacher.

Yu Xiaoqing asked me to be the head of the Yu division's main team. I was very surprised and a little flattered and moved.

In Yu Xiaoqing's eyes, or in the eyes of many people, the main force and the Sichuan army are the difference between the sky and the earth, the cloud and the mud, the treasure and the garbage, and it is a choice that does not need to be made.

I looked back at my regiment, it was really a pile of tatters, I smiled in my heart and said to myself.

There were hundreds of people, most of whom were people who had just been captured from the crops. The hundreds of broken guns in their hands were not as lethal as a single hoe.

On the battlefield, these were the first group of people who were forced to die by guns.They followed me, terrified, numb, resigned.

Those few who came back from Nantianmen like me were still a mess, all of them bowed their heads to confess their sins or looked up at the sky or looked around.Pretending to do nothing, not seeing or hearing anything, pretending to be indifferent.If I die, I will choose the main team.

Chops, if Yu Xiaoqing hadn't been staring at me, I really wanted to make that hand gesture on the bank of the Nu River to them again.

Now I look at Yu Xiaoqing, his face is stained with his brother's blood, his eyes are full of bloodthirsty hatred and madness.

I know he hates the Japanese so much, he even hates all the Chinese who made our country what it is now.This kind of hatred can only be extinguished with blood and life. Use the blood of the enemy to pay homage to the hatred, and use your own life to wash away the shame.

So Yu Xiaoqing didn't shoot me, but gave me the Sichuan Army, and now he wants to give me the main force.

Because of the battle at Nantianmen, the battle that ended with the extinction of descendants, he believed that I was the same person as him, a soldier who could destroy everything with him and take revenge with iron blood.

But, I am not.

I chose the Sichuan Army.Yu Xiaoqing will never be short of the head of the Yu division's main force, what he lacks is a head of the Sichuan Army.

Let's go on together, my regiment.

Qi said no clothes, and the same robe as the son.

Sacrificial Banner Pocheon Legion

Meng is annoyed: my hand holding the gun is shaking.To be precise, my whole body was shaking.

I'll bet that any one of those good digging "groundhogs" who are good at digging holes can be called to replace me, and I won't be able to show my virtue.This is a big shame.

My gun was pointed at the head of my regiment commander.Yu Xiaoqing ordered me to smash this overthinking head.

My regiment leader says he's looking for our lost souls.

soul.

It suddenly occurred to me that he was originally a divine man who conjures up souls, summoning the souls of the dead to return to their hometowns.

But we are living people, and he is looking for the souls of living people.Do living people have souls, do we have souls, and have our souls been lost?What about my soul, when and where was it lost?

I was shaking so much that my vision was blurred, I couldn't see anything clearly.

"I can't see~ I can't see", we lit the matches desperately one by one, trying to let Kang Ya see our face, but Kang Ya couldn't see it.

Where is my match, the match that I never leave my hand and can never light.I suddenly remembered that since I met him, I have never struck a match again.

Yu Xiaoqing was yelling his orders at me again, and I was still shaking.I finally saw the person I was pointing at. He wasn't looking at me, but I felt his sadness and despair for the first time.

Please continue to look for my lost earth soul.Whether I live or die.Please give me peace.My head.

Long Wenwen: I can't convince Yu Xiaoqing.In fact.No one should be convinced by me.

"Considering human life carelessly", "communicating with foreign countries", "traitors", "death is more than guilty".

If we can stop yearning for temporary comfort.It's no longer a one-touch crash like it is today.No longer being slaughtered by devils in sleep.I am willing to bear all the charges.

And those rookies.The hands that used to hold the hoe are now forced to pick up the gun.Even for them, killing devils and protecting their homes should be the case.But it by no means means that they have never seen the flames of war with their faces facing the loess and their backs facing the sky all their lives.It should be so ignorant to go to the battlefield to die in vain.

They are people.is life.not numbers.

We say "miserable defeat", we say "miserable victory", we like to use "miserable" to describe war.It seems that as long as there is the word "miserable", we are not considered a loser.

Because we have lost dozens of times more human lives than the enemy.Even if ten Chinese soldiers are exchanged for one Japanese soldier, it is considered a victory for us.

They are all people with fathers and mothers, and they are all flesh and blood.All are innocent, all deserve to live, and none deserve to die.

We have lost so many people in this war, how many died from our own greed for comfort, how many died from our own indifference and numbness to life, and how many people died because they really knew what they were for and die.

After so many years of fighting, we have lost our souls.

However, Yu Xiaoqing didn't care about these, what he wanted was to wipe out the Japanese army in his defense zone.

Yu Xiaoqing asked Fanla to shoot me, and then asked his relatives to shoot Fanla in front of me.He is forcing me to admit defeat, forcing me to do what he asks, I understand.

I can gamble my life, but I can't risk Fanla's.Besides, it looks like I'm doomed.

I'm sorry, it's annoying, I'm the one who got you in trouble.

Meng is annoyed: I'm dead, I'm not dead, because my bullet was shot crookedly.I disobeyed the order and did not die, because I bowed my head to Yu Xiaoqing and surrendered.

I figured that Yu Xiaoqing didn't want to be shot at all, and I was at best a victim of their struggle.Uncle's.

I'm not dead, I'm not dead, and the little devils we put into the defense line on the east coast are not dead either, it's the unlucky newcomers and Zenda's family who were killed by these little devils.

The goal of death has been achieved, and now no one in the whole Chanda will feel at ease.

So Yu Xiaoqing is proud of the spring breeze, and Master Yu is well-equipped.

It's just that the Sichuan army raised by our stepmother is fending for itself on this flag sacrifice slope.

For these, I am somewhat dissatisfied.But Shila said "I did it right! Right and wrong are very important!"

Right? Wrong? Important?

Oh, and, our "groundhog" finally has the airs of a soldier.

Meng got annoyed: I made two bets with my regiment leader on an extremely boring and absurd thing. The bet was my freedom, the freedom three meters away from him.

I lost both times.

The guy who won was rolling all over the floor grinning like he was the most wish-fulfilling human being in the whole world.

I want to stay away from him, because I am afraid that one day he will not be able to laugh so unscrupulously and happily again.In fact, I have often seen in a trance that there seems to be something else hidden under his heartless hippie smile.

I don't want to pursue what it is, I'm afraid, I dare not.

Long Wenwen: Fanla said that he would lead a company by himself, and would never be my "within three meters".Probably because I let him down again.

Let those dozens of devils enter our defense line, I know I did the right thing.But the brothers of my whole regiment rotted with the rotten leaves with me on this barren sacrifice flag slope.

Is this the price of being "right", whether it's worth it or not, I won't count.

The brothers followed a group leader like me and didn't complain a word.I can only use all my strength to make them feel that they are not mud, and let them believe that there is still hope.

Fanla is too smart, he must have been more tired than me when he watched me struggle like this, and he must have been disappointed long ago.

But trouble, you're too smart and too fragile.Let such a suspicious you lead the company, you can only repeat the previous destruction, can you still stand it?

Well, I still have selfishness.Troubled, I need you to see things clearly, and I also need you to question everything. What I need more is a person who can talk to me.

So annoying, you are not free now, sorry.

Meng is annoyed: I lost again, the third time.

This time the bet was a letter, and the bet was still my freedom. My regiment leader won three times in a row, and he yelled at me, "You have no freedom!".

Yes, I am not free.

I always pretend that I'm alone in this world, and nobody has anything to do with me.Don't care about anything and be bound by nothing.I always pretend I'm free, I always pretend how much I want to be free.

It's all fake, it's all fake.

My father and mother, my regiment leader, I will never be free again.If, I still have the chance to choose.

Dragon Article: I watched Milong loitering on the ground like a timid snail, and I watched the veterinarian sneaking around in the grass.I followed them all the time, because I wanted to see that idiot deserter who was caught without Zenda escaping, that dead cripple who ran away from me.

In fact, not long after Fanla left that day, I realized something was wrong.The brothers in the regiment looked for him everywhere, but he bumped himself into the muzzle of the division's gun. I really don't know if he was stupid or unlucky.

In the past two days, I have often stood on the peak of Jiqi Slope, looking at Fanla who was tied up here for public display.

Why should he become a deserter? This is not only a shame, but also a dead end.

We have worked so hard to live until now, and each of us is padded out of hundreds of thousands of lives, how can he not cherish it so much, what right does he have to waste recklessly.

Even if he is disappointed with me, even if he wants to leave the Sichuan Army, even if he no longer wants to be a soldier and wants to be a commoner.He can tell me, I will let him go, I will not force him, I will help him choose a way out.

Does he no longer trust me, does he think that I will force him to fight and die, is it that in his eyes I am an unreasonable lunatic.

I actually thought that we were brothers who climbed out of the pile of dead people to share adversity and repay debts together. I actually thought that he was the only friend who could understand me and talk to me.

The distance within three meters is so unbearable.Damn him.

Meng is annoyed: I saw my regiment leader again.

I thought the back view of him sitting in the co-pilot's seat and leaving was the last time I saw him.

He stood in front of me, looked at me coldly, and said "Damn you" to me coldly.Then he turned around and left without hesitation, took away Milong and the veterinarian, took away the water and food they wanted to give me, took away all my warmth and hope, and he never looked back.

Yes, I damn well.

I vented my dissatisfaction and willfulness with one suicide note after another. As a result, my parents were in the enemy-occupied area, and their life and death were uncertain.I felt sorry for myself and isolated myself from everyone, and I wanted to face everything alone. As a result, the whole group was ashamed and humiliated for me.

I ran away from my regiment leader when he was the most tired, confused, and most in need of me. I thought I didn't want him to be in danger, and I thought it was for his sake, but I didn't care how disappointed and lonely it would make him.

The thousand graves on the Nantianmen, the hundreds of people in the Sichuan Army, he thought I could at least share a little for him.

What a bloody bastard I am, what a bloody deserter I am.

Long Wenwen: I was negligent.

If it weren't for the veterinarian's reminder, I almost forgot the family letter that Fanla and I used to bet.I hardly noticed Fanla's anomaly after reading that letter.I only cared about pleasing those greedy faces to get all kinds of materials and weapons, and I only cared about the debts I wanted to repay.

Fortunately, I still call myself calling for the soul of the dead to find the soul of the living, but I didn't even find the soul of the person closest to me lost.

I'm a fool and a jerk who only cares about my feelings, gets blinded by selfish anger, loses my mind and doubts my brother.

Meng is annoyed: he actually forcibly brought back a deserter who was sentenced to death from the execution ground in broad daylight.

Seeing his natural indifference, I'm really curious how he killed that iron-blooded Yu Da who killed a battalion commander like a chicken.

In any case, my regimental commander let me stay within three meters of him again, I was not free, but I was very happy.

Meng is annoyed: they are crazy.

A dozen tattered cannon fodder took a dozen tattered American guns left over from the main force of the Yu division, and they wanted to go to the West Bank in this way.It would be much more enjoyable to point the gun directly to your own head and pull the trigger.

It's my parents in the West Bank, not theirs.This is my own family business, what does it have to do with them.

What's more, it's clear that they are going to die, they all can't wait to join in the fun, are they really crazy?

I never thought of them as friends, I never thought of them as brothers.I never remember their names, I never remember what they look like, because they can die anytime, anywhere.

When you die, you lose everything, not even a grave.No one will remember them again, and no one will ever know them.They are cannon fodder when they are alive, and they are not as good as cannon fodder when they are dead.

And this group of scumbags are actually begging for nothing to get themselves into my brain, my heart, and my flesh and blood.

Qi said no clothes, and the same robe as the son.

Maybe we have long been unable to distinguish each other, my brother, my brother.

Long Wenwen: Fanla's parents are in the west bank, so we have to take over the two elders to fulfill our filial piety.It's as simple as that, because it's just right.

What is right and proper should be done, and this group of guys who are eager to fight and are as excited as if they are going to pick up gold ingots know that.But Fanla didn't know, or he didn't believe it.

Fanla isolates himself from the environment he is in, and can see many things that people in it cannot see.And what he saw was too inconsistent with what he was experiencing, even diametrically opposite.So he will always be disappointed, and even more afraid of losing.

So he chooses to doubt everything and stay away from everything, which is a kind of protection for himself.

But trouble, you can never live alone in this world.Every place you go, everyone you meet, everything you experience has been integrated into your life and can no longer be separated.

You can only move on if you accept it.

Meng was annoyed: "When do you think I should be born?"

He sat across from me, speaking very softly and slowly.I thought I could see banter and mockery on his face, but I only saw tiredness and bewilderment.

Ever since my father smashed the music box he made for me when I was five years old, I understand that the more you care about something, the more painful it is to lose it.Over the years, I have seen all the things I believed in, treasured, and dreamed were all burnt to ashes, and I became more and more convinced that if there is no hope, there will be no disappointment, and if you don’t believe in anything, you will not be deceived.

However, I am not willing to live in such a muddle and die without knowing why.I hated myself and hated this world and this era even more, so I was angry with blame, and sinking with self-pity.

He forced me to tell myself, I can't do it.

Because I didn't believe in it and still doubt it now, I just believe in one more person than before, a person who leads us to do things.

However, at this moment, this person is also confused, and he is also unable to explain himself clearly.

What he believed in had always been falling apart.In fact, he has always been supported by such fragmented beliefs.He stumbled and crumbled but kept walking, never giving up.

But, in your dream, do you see ruins everywhere, full of desolation and desolation? Otherwise, why are you struggling all the time in your sleep?

Do you still believe in getting things back to the way they should be, my captain.

Long Wenwen: It's three o'clock. You can get up and get ready. We have to leave at five o'clock.

I was barely asleep.As soon as I close my eyes, I will have the dream that has been repeated since I came back from Nantianmen. I don't remember the content of the dream, but I only remember that the feeling in the dream was very broken, and the brokenness made me suffocate.

Luckily I've been getting very little sleep.Wandering around without a fixed place since I was young, it is common for me to stay up for days and nights, but that dream made me very tired.

Annoyed, this kid stared at the hole in the top of his head all night, how young is he, he is so energetic after tossing like that.

I know no one can articulate themselves.

The reason I'm annoying is to let him put down those messy thoughts, he can't have distracting thoughts on this trip to the West Bank, otherwise he's going to die.

Unexpectedly, he gave me a counterattack, and I almost fell into the trap I made up.

Yes, what do I believe in? When should I be born?

From birth to now, what I have seen the most is the parting of life and death in the chaos of war, the loss of life under the never-ending gunfire, the scorched land where not a single blade of grass grows everywhere, the lifeless desolation, and the people's struggles under the power of all sides. The want to cry without tears is the dying struggle of compatriots under the iron heel of the great powers.

But I have also seen the tranquility and peace of a mountain village, the joy of a family, the unswerving loyalty of a pair of lovers, a bud emerging from the scorched earth, and a pine tree standing upright in the barrenness.

I have no chance to see the majestic and beautiful appearance of our great rivers and mountains, and I also have no chance to see the glory of our country standing proudly on the top of the world, but I believe that these things once existed and will reappear in the future.

No one wants to be born in such troubled times, but I have no choice, just like I can't choose my father and mother who gave birth to me, and I can't choose my country and nation.

I don't know many things, but I know that I can't stop doing it because I don't have an answer, and I can't give up hope because I'm afraid of disappointment.

My already drowsy head is now a little dull, and it's all because of this annoying kid.

I don't want to, let's go.

We are now going to the West Bank, to the land we have abandoned.

Fate

Meng was annoyed: We followed him, walking in the jungle on the west bank, along the way we retreated.

Like last time, I couldn't see his face, only his back.However, the original reliable warmth has become lonely and desolate now, even a little stooped.

In fact, the inability to straighten is the backbone of all of us in our line of work.

We thought that we would see the broken guns that we abandoned here, and we thought that we would see the skeletons of our comrades that we abandoned here.So when we face these things, although we feel guilty and owed, we can still confidently say to ourselves that we can repay all this as long as we call back.

However, we have never thought about the people who have lived here for generations. We have never thought about what they will use to deal with the invaders' butcher knives after losing the protection of the army and the blessing of the country. What kind of purgatory on earth is he facing.

Before them, we are sinners and can never pay for our sins.

Long Wenwen: This is not the first time I have seen the people in the enemy-occupied areas. I have seen more miserable ones than them. They are just one of the thousands of compatriots living in the lost land.

The Chinese in the enemy-occupied areas, if they choose to be recruited as obedient citizens, they can temporarily endure humiliation and steal their lives. If they choose not to be recruited, it is equivalent to using their own flesh and blood to fight against the devils' bayonets and machine guns.

As soldiers, we don't face this choice, all we have to do is retreat or escape.The people of most of the country were thrown to the devils to trample on them wantonly.

Then we have to show shame to the Chinese people who are living there, accuse them of why they don't fight to the death, and ridicule them for living like this. They are bloodless and spineless.

In the end, if we fought back, we would call it "recovery" for the enemy-occupied areas, and "save the people from fire and water" for the people, so we could accept the cheers and worship of the people with peace of mind, because we are their saviors and heroes of course.

The savior who pushed the unarmed compatriots to the enemy's gunpoint.Can not protect the common people from foreign humiliation to heroes.

I beg you to be recruited.Please stay alive.Please give us a chance to redeem ourselves.

Meng is annoyed: my father has become a false security chief.

Although I don't believe that he has the courage to fight the devil's bayonet desperately.But he never expected that he would actually become a pseudo security chief who is almost equivalent to a traitor.

I tell myself.Father did this for his books.It was to have a place for him to put his desk.He is not a traitor and traitor.

How could he be such a well-educated and patriotic man who would willingly work for the devils.If not for those books.He will definitely not live for a while in this occupied area.

I said it to myself over and over again, but the more I said it, the more I felt guilty. I couldn't even lie to myself.Because the woman in that room used her resentful life to accuse all the time: He is a traitor!

My father is a traitor, what should I do?

If I had really succeeded in being a deserter and faced such a father alone, I might have gone crazy already.

And now, I'm with my regiment leader and my brother.

They told me: Let's pick up the second elder and go back to fulfill our filial piety.

Long Wenwen: A small courtyard, a small garden, a room full of books, and a pulsatilla reciting poems with his hands behind his back facing the window.

If there is no that miserable woman in the other room, if there is no desolation outside the courtyard, if there are no Japanese soldiers burning, killing and looting around, if there is no gunfire and gunfire that stretches thousands of miles away, if there is no all of these, I am now You are in a peaceful and quiet paradise.

It's a pity that if everything exists, such beauty will only make people feel dazzling and unbearable.

For example, Fanla is the virtue of being in a fire pit.

I know this situation is difficult for him to face.One side is close relatives, and the other side is so-called justice.

However, the blood relationship will never change, and being filial to one's parents is justified.

And the justice that is exalted at this time is just a fig leaf for our own incompetence.

Since they are unable to protect a homeland without war, they are not qualified to blame their family members for their way of life.

So annoying, let's pick up the second elder and go back to fulfill our filial piety, because it is right to do so.

Meng is annoyed: I actually saw that face smiling like a blooming Chinese cabbage here again.That face that was beaten up by us with a bruised nose and a swollen nosebleed still gave us a brilliant and distorted smile.

I stared at this face and wanted to punch it again, because every time this face appeared, nothing good would happen.

The first time it appeared, Jiqipo began to use a small anti-aircraft gun to bombard the entire artillery group of Nantianmen, and one cannon a day could not stop it.

So Jiqi Slope became a hornet's nest, and we all became groundhogs who never see the sun all day long.

The second time it appeared, I ran away according to the route said by this face, and ended up being a failed deserter.

Well, now it seems that this is not always a bad thing for me.

But what made me angry was how my regiment leader could take us across the river from there.What makes me even more angry is that this face can also go from the east bank to the west bank.Lord, how is it possible?!

It appears for the third time, which is now.This face is yelling at each of us: This is a book, this is a book, take it away, take it away.No one is blind, even if they cannot read, they know it is a book.But even an idiot knows that it is almost impossible to take these books away. This is simply to use human life to bury the books.

When I heard that my regiment commander ordered to bring those books and everyone had no objection, what I wanted to do the most was to use our anti-aircraft guns to blast this young and hateful face .

Long Wenwen: I knew that the little guy must have crossed the river safely, but I didn't expect to see him in this way under such circumstances.

It's still the same cheerful and high-spirited appearance, and the same face that always wears a smile from the bottom of my heart.

He finally had a gun of his own, although it was an earthen gun with almost no lethality.But he is as proud, confident and fearless as if he is holding the world's top weapon.

Maybe it's because I finally found someone who believes in the same thing as me.Those who fought side by side with him, those who were dressed in rags and were yellow and thin, held the most primitive weapons and fought desperately against the devil's machine guns and cannons, and never took a step back.

Like them, he obviously has nothing but seems to have everything.He is as young as they are.

Annoyed father wanted us to take all his books across the river, but we couldn't do what he asked.This is almost tantamount to sending everyone to die.

But this little guy is angry, he is angry that we are going to throw these books away.He said we are throwing away our thousands of years of civilization.

He is angry that we only care about the present and ignore the future.He said that when the war is over, we can't just leave a barren of thought for ourselves and only for the younger generation.

He firmly believes that this war will end with our victory, he firmly believes that all the splendor of our nation has ever been, and he firmly believes that our country and our nation will stand up again, because we have a Chinese civilization that has been passed down for 5000 years .

He is very young, so he will think about the future.He's young, so he'll believe so many things.

He is very young, and he has an ancient nation in his heart, as well as a "young China".

Does this "youngness" come from "belief"?

Meng Annoyed: I will never see that annoying smile again.

A bullet from the devil made An Ning the only and eternal expression on this face.

I looked at this face, so young and clean, as clean as a newborn baby, he should be less than twenty.

A tattered student uniform, a pair of rotten cloth shoes worn out long ago, and a pile of books that could overwhelm him at any time.

In such a time of turmoil, a poor student with no strength to restrain himself walked from Beiping to Zenda step by step.Along the way, he must have seen all the tragic scenes of the country being ruined and the family destroyed, and he must have suffered all kinds of humiliation and torture.But how could he not feel resentment at all, how could he still be full of enthusiasm for everything, how could he still show such a pure and sincere smile to those who hurt him.

This smile is too pure, too clean, too dazzling and too glaring, making my hostility, depression, incompetence, despair, and oldness all have nowhere to hide.

Because this kind of smile once belonged to me, and this once is as far away as a few lifetimes away from now.

He is my hometown, and I was born and raised in the same place.

I don't know his name, I only know that he is one of thousands of "ants" moving westward.He is a "little bookworm" who really loves books.

Long Wenwen: The little guy is dead.I was busy shooting at the devil, and only took one last look at him from a distance. He was lying on his side, very quiet.

I agreed with Fanla to be the vanguard because he is a veteran who rolled out of the dead and has extremely rich combat experience, and I understand that he did this to repay his own debt.

But that little guy, who has only touched a gun for a few days, has zero knowledge of the battlefield.Why would I agree to his request? Even if he insisted, even if his companions supported him, I would