Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 265 Please Forget Me
"These victories are extremely exciting!

Every corpse of the Japanese invaders proves to our entire army and the whole country that they are nothing special. In the face of our army's heroism, they will also go to death.

However, victories come at the cost of sacrifices.

I wanted to interview these heroes, and I expressed this wish to the two generals.

The general was silent for a moment, and took me to a courtyard.

Fellow citizens, can you imagine?When Mingyue pushed open the door and walked into the large courtyard, under the moonlight, the ground was white as far as the eye could see.

Mingyue accompanied the two generals walking among the white snow, the courtyard was silent, and even the rumbling artillery that was still exploding outside the city from time to time became so distant.

Lifting off a white cloth, underneath is a face so young that you can hardly imagine. The blood on his face has been wiped off by clean water, but his eyes are still open.You can fully imagine how he roared and tried to shoot the bullets in his gun at the distant enemy before he died.

I don’t know how many heavy machine gun bullets hit his chest. His already thin chest was flattened. His beloved military uniform was stuck together with his flesh and blood. The nurse who cleaned him had no choice but to wrap his chest with a white cloth. , but still became a blood cloth.

I looked up at the moonlight, trying to pour back my tears.

Because, I don’t want to be sad. In March in Songhu, I have seen too many sacrifices. I hope that my heart may have become hard enough. I hope that I can face the lost youth more calmly, but I still can’t hold back .

I couldn't hold back my tears, nor could I hold back my heartache. I didn't have the courage to help him close his open eyelids because of the pain.

Because, I'm afraid that I can't help but look up his name and write it in my diary. I want to remember each of them, but I know that their relatives don't want to see their names in the newspaper.

That was glory, but for them, it was more despair.

If possible, I hope they can all live and not be heroes.

But the Japanese devils came.

Every ordinary person has something he wants to protect.

The two generals stood in the white ground, their eyes were clear, but their figures were still tall and straight.

There is no shortage of white cloth in Songjiang City, and that is the last thing Songjiang people can do for the heroes. Under each white cloth, there is a life that was once extremely fresh.

And I know that this is not the end, because the real war in Songjiang City has just begun, and the heavy Japanese troops outside the city are slowly approaching.

Perhaps, when you read Mingyue's article, Songjiang City was trembling under the Japanese artillery fire.

But compatriots, with such generals and soldiers, please believe that if the Japanese army wants to pass through Songjiang, it must step over the corpses of more than [-] Songjiang defenders, including my Tantai Mingyue.

In the end, after my pleading, although the general failed to allow me to go to the front line for interviews, he finally gave me a chance to interview by phone.

A lieutenant colonel, the highest commander on the front line, answered my call. The early morning night raid mentioned earlier was completed under his personal leadership, but please forgive me for not revealing his name.

However, it's not because he refused my phone interview, but because it's a personal reason!
He got a soldier to interview me.

Although it was through the phone, I could hear the clear thick Sichuan sound that I needed to listen carefully to distinguish, but I could still imagine that it was a soldier full of vigor.

However, what he said contradicts my feelings.

He didn't tell me how he bravely killed the enemy on the battlefield, but it was all memories.

Just like an old man, talking about the most unforgettable people and things in his life, as if only in that way can he find himself.

He fell into the rambling of memories, full of memories of his comrades in arms.

Talk about how they fought bravely and how they sacrificed, how the veteran who took him hoped to live to see his daughter get married, and bought her a pure copper ring specially; how his comrades expected to go home to ask for a wife , For this reason, he also deliberately hid the rewards issued by the chief in a secret location, only the closest fellow villagers can know, but both of them died later, and no one knows where his ocean is hidden.

What a simple and pure expectation, all gone because of the arrival of the Japanese devils.

Mingyue’s hand in recording the stories of these ordinary soldiers is trembling, but she still firmly chooses to record these stories and tell you.

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Until the time allotted by the general was about to run out and the interview was coming to an end.

Mingyue asked him curiously, asking him that he had talked so much about Paoze, what about himself?Is there anything you want to say to the family members? If he agrees, I can leave his name here and pass his words on to the family members through newspapers.

I think that no one would give up this extremely rare opportunity.

He was silent for more than ten seconds before answering me: I still have younger siblings at home, and my parents will be taken care of. I only hope that if I die in battle, everyone will forget me.

My pen stopped suddenly.

The tears that had been suppressed for a long time finally burst out.

I think I should understand what he means.

It is precisely because he knows the pain of losing his comrade-in-arms Pao Ze and constantly misses them, so he hopes that when he dies, please forget him.

Let comrade-in-arms Paoze forget him, let blood relatives forget him, let the motherland forget him, let my Huaxia clan forget him.

But, can you forget?
No, I believe, I will never forget, his comrades-in-arms will never forget, and neither will China. In Songjiang, south of China, there is such a group of Chinese soldiers who are still standing on their own ground in the face of the turbulent [-] Japanese troops. , Send out your own roar to the invaders: come to fight! "

The young man read Tantai Mingyue's battlefield diary in the newspaper, tears were already streaming down his face, and the surrounding crowd was also full of mourning.

The sentence that completely defeated Tantai Mingyue's defense: Please forget about me!It also crushed the lacrimal glands of the Chinese people.

There are not only people who can't wait to pick up the newspaper to read on the street. Tantai Mingyue's true but touching words completely ignite the fire in the hearts of the people.

"Drive the Japanese devils out of Songhu!"

"Long live the Songjiang defenders!"

One after another, the sound of slogans sounded on the street.

In southern Shonan, in Jinling, and in Jiangxia, I don’t know how many young students chose to take to the streets, holding up slogans, chanting anti-war slogans, and expressing their support for the frontline battlefield in Songhu.

Conscription points in major cities have once again become crowded places.

On the noisy street, the old woman who had listened to the young man read the newspaper stood still for a moment, then turned and left silently.

The young man who had been quietly watching her caught up a few steps forward: "Wife! Where are you going?"

The old woman stopped and looked back at the young man, with tears in her eyes, but her expression of nervousness was no longer the same as before: "My child, you are a good child! Thank you for reading the newspaper to me. The old woman figured it out. Those who went to fight the Japanese devils are not good children! But they are all dead, how sad their mothers must be!
I am not looking for my son anymore, I am going home, I am waiting for him at home, if one day he is like those children and never comes back, then I am also waiting at home, my son, I am Damn, know when he comes back to see me. "

After finishing speaking, the old woman slowly left with somewhat heavy steps.

The thin figure just disappeared around the corner of the street.

And it was only at this moment that the young man heard the sigh in his ears: "Zhang Yi, the commander of the Hunan Army who died in the battle, where is his home? Can we pay our respects?"

"Go together, go together, how can such heroes not express our hearts!"

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It wasn't until this time that the young man realized that the truth he was trying to conceal had already been known by the old woman.

No wonder she wanted to say thank you. It turned out that she was not thanking him for reading the newspaper, but thanking him for not wanting to break a mother's heart.

However, the mother's heart was still broken after all.

The man she was waiting for could never come back to her, so she knelt down in front of her and called out: Mother, be safe!Children are not filial.

Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have been difficult!For my son, this is a difficult but necessary multiple-choice question.

But for the mother, all the expectations, all come to naught, couldn't be more cruel.

However, she did not cry, but chose to go home and wait for her son's soul to return home.

Because, his son died for the country, this is a heroic soul!
Heroic Soul, not far away!
At this point, the young man squatted down and cried bitterly.

After a long time, he got up resolutely, stuffed the paint bucket beside him to the passing student team, and with the newspaper in his arms, he turned and walked outside the city gate.

There is the recruiting office of the Hunan Army.

From then on, I promised myself to the country!
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ps: If I sacrifice, please forget me!I recently saw what a female soldier on the border said. A 40-year-old middle-aged man was instantly broken, and he wrote it in a book to pay tribute to the Chinese soldiers!
Recommend a good fantasy book with good grades. "Super Patriarch System", book lovers who like fantasy can check it out.

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