Chapter 201 Heroic Spirit (Free)

Game world, Sancheng Wuqi River

The red moon is about to take shape. Not far away, the Wuqi River, which is a semicircle of the Eight Diagrams, flows slowly. Under the light red moonlight, it is like a dream. The space is vaguely distorted, connecting the border world.

"So... they came from outside?"

The bugler sitting on the small mound of earth paused while wiping the small military bugle. After hearing Jiang Jin's words, he blinked blankly for a while and reacted. He suddenly jumped up and almost fell down from the small earth slope without standing firmly.

"Be careful." Jiang Jin hurriedly helped.

"It's okay," the bugler didn't even bother to stand still, "Are you the kid at home?"

He looked at Quan Heng, his eyes lit up the moment she nodded, and he said anxiously: "Did we win? Did we drive those bastards out?!"

"Yes, we drove them out," Quan Heng nodded seriously and repeated, "All of them were driven out."

"Damn it, but we drove those bastards back home," the bugler slapped his thigh excitedly, and smiled after looking at Jiang Jin, "I knew we could do it!"

He then climbed up the small earthen slope again, stood under the military flag, half clasped his hands and shouted excitedly to the position: "Brothers! Did you hear that! We won! We drove those beasts out!

"Brothers! We won!! Our team drove all those jackals out!! "

The long wind rolled the flag, and the sound echoed in the battlefield for a long time, but it was so empty that no one responded.

The ammunition box was still leaning against the trench, the big knife was still on the battlefield, but the people were gone.

Here...he was the only one left.

The smile on the bugler's face slowly faded, and he stood alone under the flag, like a lonely tower watching.

Everyone behind him was silent.

"At that time...I joined the war at the age of fifteen, and I was not the youngest. Many of my young comrades' families were killed by the enemy, and they followed us to fight to defend their country. I still remember when I left, the old people in the village said, 'Wait for us to go back and celebrate the New Year', but it was a pity that I didn't get to eat crispy meat again. "

The bugler wiped his tears and said, "My comrades' hometowns have left millions of people one after another, and I don't know how many have returned."

Quan Heng was silent and did not answer. She knew very well that in the end, only a few hundred thousand people returned, not even one-tenth.

"When I left home, I put a handful of soil from the mountain in front of the city in my pocket. "The bugler said as he carefully took out a piece of old cloth from his pocket and slowly opened it. Inside was the soil that he treasured, which had been soaked with blood and turned into a blood clot.

"I have kept it in my heart, as if I had never left home."

He had a very clean smile on his face covered with dust, and his clear eyes seemed to be glowing in the night, with hope in tears.

"I think that wherever I die in battle, my soul will return to my homeland."

War was raging, and young people with lofty ideals sacrificed their lives for the country. Most of them did not even leave their names.

"The war was too cruel. I used to work in the kitchen, cooking for hundreds of people, and only a few people came back later."

"But we must take up arms to drive the jackals out. If we don't fight this battle, we will have to leave it to future generations! We ourselves can't bear it, and outsiders will not bear it! We must fight to the end!"

The Great Wall was built with flesh and blood, guarding the peace of the rivers and mountains, and also holding on to light from darkness and digging out vitality from hopelessness.

"That's right! That's how it is! "

The girl's voice suddenly sounded, and everyone turned their heads to see a female soldier in military uniform running over.

"You just shouted victory, was it you who shouted it?"

The little girl, carrying a big knife on her back, stopped in front of everyone.

"Who are you?" Jiang Jin was stunned.

"Ming He," she turned around and saluted, looking about fourteen or fifteen years old, "son of the people."

Jiang Jin saluted, stared at her in a daze, and asked her softly, "How old are you...?"

"Not counting this," Ming He replied, "I'm fourteen this year."

"Only fourteen..." Jiang Jin exhaled tremblingly.

"Not young anymore," Ming He retorted, "I defended Shencheng, there were many soldiers younger than me, Le Bei was only eleven years old, he was still explaining machine guns to foreign soldiers, and the soldiers all obeyed him!

"And the teacher taught us that the rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of every man.

"This is what I should do, and later when I returned to Qinhuai River, it was the same."

"Shencheng..." Jiang Jin suddenly remembered something, "What team are you from in Qinhuai?"

"Hongshan Orphan Army. "

Ming He answered, carrying a solid sword on her back, with a pair of clear and bright eyes on her gray face.

"Orphan Army...? !"

An Yue'e trembled her lips and looked over with wide eyes, "You are the daughter of the Orphan Army? !"

Ming He nodded.

"Come here," An Yue'e stretched out her hand, tears falling down, "Let me see you."

Ming He walked over, "Are you also from Qinhuai?"

"I am." An Yue'e nodded, looked at her carefully, and stretched out her hand to help Ming He put her hair behind her ears, but saw the fatal wound on her forehead that penetrated into her skull.

An Yue'e retracted her trembling hands and forced a smile, "Who doesn't know you, the heroes of Xiaohongshan, along the Qinhuai River. ”

The oldest of the Hongshan Orphan Army was sixteen years old, and the youngest was only ten years old.

The earliest were orphans adopted by three nuns in Jiashan Temple. More than 60 children spontaneously formed a team to fight against the Japanese, and they were extremely brave.

"What is the fault of the young son? But when the nest is overturned, no egg is left intact," An Yue'e trembled and cried, "Those beasts started to harm the people before they entered the city, and the corpses piled up on the roadside... The children hated them too."

But there were beasts who recognized the thieves as their fathers, which attracted the enemy's sweep and encirclement. These children were finally forced into the cave, detonated the bomb and died together with the enemy.

That year, the average age of the heroes of Hongshan was 16 years old.

"They all say that fighting is a man's business," An Yuee wiped away her tears, managed to cheer up and smiled, "but we girls also have to protect our families and our country, and we are never worse than men."

"There is no distinction between men and women when it comes to defending our country. Many of us are girls, even on the battlefield."

Ming He straightened the sword behind him.

"We are not only in the rear, there are many female soldiers on the front line! We are not absent in every battle, and we are at the forefront of every battle! I have a sister who used to follow the Long March. She said that lesbians who were persecuted and had their feet bound also followed the team. ”

"Yes, at that time, the female comrades on the Long March were menstruating. Some of them jumped into the ice lake in order not to delay the march. They even refused to come because they were malnourished. Many of them contracted gynecological diseases due to improper treatment." Jiang Jin sighed.

"Our comrades are all good." Ming He tilted his head to look at Quan Heng and asked stubbornly: "It's always been like this, right?"

"right."

Quan Heng nodded.

“After the victory, there was the Great Patriotic War, which was the war in which the largest number of female soldiers participated, and they were all fighting tough battles on the front line.

"Women have never been absent from the cause of defending the country. They are all heroes."

"Well," Ming He asked again with a smile on his childish face, "You haven't forgotten us, right?"

"I……"

"They rarely appear in foreign war films, and they are even used instead," the Mad Hatter suddenly said, frowning slightly, "Aren't you guys?"

Quan Heng was startled and turned to look at him, his pupils moving slightly.

Ming He looked up at the foreigner and then at Quan Heng: "...will you do this?"

"Let's see who dares! If anyone dares to do this, I'll give them a good beating!"

The trumpeter slid down the small slope.

"These are our comrades who have passed their lives! Everyone is indispensable! Everyone is good!"

"Well said," Jiang Jin nodded, "Defending our country is the responsibility of all people. This is our common history. No one can be missing, and no one can be forgotten."

"If this piece of history has been forgotten," An Yuee'e cried, "I ask you to find it, remember it, or use it as my eternal epitaph."

"Even if it is difficult to bury our bones in our homeland, we can bury them in the sky and the whole world. We never seek to be famous and go down in history. We never seek to wrap our bodies in horse leather."

Ming He raised his hand, pointed at the deserted trench, and spoke loudly.

"But this past event cannot be forgotten by the world, let alone by our compatriots!"