My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 163 The choice between ideal and reality
"What's going on in the back, what are those people shouting?" The noise behind the convoy attracted Liao Mingyu's attention.

"I don't know, hey, Deputy Head Long seems to be over there too?" Zhao Gongming looked up.

Liao Mingyu also saw that Long Wenwen was talking to someone there, but he seemed a little furious.

"Let's go and have a look."

Liao Mingyu and Zhao Gongming strode over, only to see a young man discussing something with Long Wenwen, but Long Wenwen was driven into a rage by him at the moment.

Isn't this a little bookworm! ?Liao Mingyu was startled, he didn't expect to meet him here.

The little bookworm is still arguing with Long Wenwen: "Our country is suffering. You just said that you are at war. I believe you too. You have the courage to fight off the Japanese. But I am also a Chinese. I have the ability and the duty to do something for my country!"

"..." Long Wenwen scratched his head and didn't know what to say. This guy had more thoughts in his head than himself.But this kind of person is useless for you to say anything to him, he only recognizes the truth in his heart.

In fact, Long Wenwen still admires such a person and his simplicity.

He regards ideals and beliefs as more important than his own life, and he can shed his blood for the obsession in his heart. Maybe everyone over there has this virtue.

But what is the use of saying this?It's fine if you're an ordinary person, if you want to join the army.But who would dare to want someone like him?
Not only the Sichuan army, but no one in any army except the north would be willing to accept him. When he met the investigation bureau, he would be secretly arrested and disappeared without a sound.

This is not just a matter of willingness or not. This kind of ideological issue may cause everyone to be implicated by this guy.

"Sir, please give me a gun. I can live without clothes, but I need a gun!" the little bookworm begged again.

"Hiss..." Long Wenwen gritted his teeth and couldn't bear it anymore.He clenched his fists and walked slowly, the little bookworm subconsciously took two steps back thinking he was about to beat him up again.

Long Wenwen's complexion was complicated, and he put his hand on the little bookworm's shoulder, thinking whether to give this kid another shot to make him retreat, but he couldn't bear to look at this immature face.

At this time, Liao Mingyu who came over pulled him away.

"Young man, did you just say you wanted to join the army?" Liao Mingyu asked.

"Team seats?" Long Wenwen was taken aback.Liao Mingyu waved his hand to signal him not to speak yet.

The officer who came suddenly looked younger, which gave the little bookworm hope again: "Yes, sir, I think I've come to the right place, and I want to be one of you!"

"Have you ever fought a war?" Liao Mingyu then asked.

"No... But I can learn, just like the knowledge we learned in books, they will gradually enrich me and guide my way forward!" The little bookworm said excitedly.

Liao Mingyu shook his head: "But I don't need someone full of ideals here, I need a doer, a realist whose actions speak louder than words."

"But there is nothing wrong with having ideals. There are already too many problems in this country. If we don't find out the problems, even if we beat the Japanese away, the country is still corrupt." The little bookworm replied stubbornly.

"You have too many thoughts. Those things are not what I should consider. Maybe I will in the future, but definitely not now." Liao Mingyu's expression gradually became serious, and he somewhat underestimated this guy's stubbornness:
"As soldiers, we only think about how to destroy the enemy and drive the invaders away. Instead of shouting slogans, your ideals and beliefs will kill the little devil."

Hearing this, the little bookworm was a little disappointed, but he still argued with reason: "You only talk about war, and you soldiers only talk about war! I'm talking about problems, problems!"

"The problem is not influenza bacteria. It was not brought by the Japanese invasion. The problem is here. What is the problem? The problem is that something is wrong. If it is wrong, it is wrong. If it is wrong, it must be corrected!"

"Wait for the Japanese to give us an answer to the subjugation of the country, but the problem is still there! It will not be beaten away by you together with the Japanese!"

An impassioned scholar told the officers and soldiers of the Sichuan Army about his ideals and the future of the country in a roaring way.

The ridiculous thing is that he has never been on the battlefield, and he doesn't even know how to use a gun.But he encouraged these people in front of him passionately, trying to make them understand his thoughts, but such behavior was doomed to be futile.

"Enough! Put away your illusory thoughts!" Liao Mingyu suddenly shouted:
"If you just want to be a soldier then don't have so many problems, if you want to save the country your way then you shouldn't be here!"

The little bookworm looked at him in surprise, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

Liao Mingyu took a soldier's rifle and said to him forcefully:

"You said you want a gun, I can give it to you, but you have to let go of those naiveties in your heart and be a good soldier for me. Talk to me about your problems after driving the little devil out of China!"

"If you don't want to, then please leave. My army is not suitable for you now. You can choose where to go."

After speaking, Liao Mingyu threw the rifle on the ground and stared at him coldly.

Let yourself choose?The little bookworm looked at the dream gun on the ground, but shook his head slightly, without any hesitation in his heart.

"I'm sorry, I didn't intend to impose my ideas on you. I just thought that we young people can exchange things we like. But you... don't seem to have anything I like."

The little bookworm bowed deeply to Liao Mingyu: "Thank you for your teaching, thank you very much."

He picked up his schoolbag again, and smiled brightly again: "I will continue to pursue my ideals, and I believe that one day I will find that place of faith."

The little bookworm still left, his young and immature body was full of stubborn stubbornness, as if telling everyone with resolute actions: why not be looked down upon by others?Proudly move towards the ideal in your heart, stride forward, just be your own hero.

Liao Mingyu sighed slowly, this tragic character is destined to be like this.

His innocence is really not suitable for this army.Isn't it a kind of pity to force him away and let him chase him with enthusiasm?
"Tuan Zuo, this kid is really... Maybe he will understand that this world is not as simple as he thinks after being hit in the head this time." Long Wenwen looked at the back complicatedly and with some pity.

"No, that kind of person will not easily give up the pursuit in his heart. For him, fighting for his ideal, even death is a kind of happiness." Liao Mingyu smiled lightly.

In fact, there are many people in this world who are as impassioned as little bookworms, swearing their blood in front of others, and are sure that they have a bright future.

It's just that with the torment of time, the edges and corners of his body gradually faded. He hasn't developed the heroism of a little bookworm, but has formed a habit of depravity.

Step by step towards the road that runs counter to the ideal, some people have forgotten their original intentions, some people have forgotten the way back, some people have thoughts but dare not go on, always want to be the hero in their hearts, but actually Turned into a timid nerd.

As the sun set, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on that figure, looking so lonely and determined.

Liao Mingyu watched silently, the tenacity of the little bookworm really impressed him, maybe he will meet him again soon...

　I have been busy at work recently, so I can only code after work. The efficiency may be a little low. Life is not easy. Hope you understand, thank you for the leg of lamb.

　　
　
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