Age of Rebirth

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After three days and three nights of heavy smoke and snow, it finally stopped. God is not playing alcohol crazy. This year’s snow is bigger than previous years. The ancient land of Kanto is covered with thick white snow. The snow in the ditch can be empty.The sky is fine, and the gushing sun jumps out of the horizon, reflecting the white snow. The frozen Songhua River is as silent as before, revealing the vastness of the past, and like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes, remembering the history of this land. Pain and joy, wind, a rare fine weather.

Along the river to the east, there are continuous mountains, and there is a dense and green pine forest that can't be seen at a glance. On the dark green branches, there are piles of white snow, and occasionally there are a few graceful birch trees, thinking silently In my heart, if Qingsong is a stalwart young man, then the birch tree is a beautiful girl, snuggling beside Qingsong quietly.The white snow and green pines stand against each other, and under the ice-blue clear sky, it is like a painting of ink and wash, laid out on the land of Kanto, revealing the primitive and simple beauty.

The mountain road is winding, sucking the clear air, stepping on knee-deep snow, and seeing frozen pheasants and sand chickens lying under the trees from time to time. After walking for more than ten miles, a village appeared in front of me, and a dirt road passed through the middle of the village. The houses of dry base, one after another, stick out far away, and the outer walls are glued with sorghum tassels to prevent the rain from washing the walls and keep warm. On the roofs of every household, golden corn cobs are hung on the poles, and red peppers are hung under the eaves. Against the background of white snow, they are particularly conspicuous. The morning smoke rises faintly, like clouds and fog, covering the village.

Standing on the top of the mountain and looking down, the whole village is like a baby sleeping in a swaddling womb, looking out of line with the world.It was in the morning, and the Kanto people who were accustomed to cat winter had not yet woken up early. Except for the slowly rising smoke, the whole village was quiet. Under the caress of the rising sun, it revealed tranquility and serenity, simple and primitive beauty. [

This is the Tangjia Wopu. There are more than a hundred families. It is a relatively large village in a radius of tens of miles. In the northeast, most of the villages are named after their surnames. The two brothers came here to open up wasteland and plant land, fish and climb mountains, dig medicine and chop firewood. The vast Kanto land is sparsely populated, and the land is fertile and oily. Wild animals can be seen everywhere on the mountain, and the forest is full of mountain products. There are plump and fresh fish in the river. As long as you are willing to endure hardship and work hard, you will not be hungry. The two brothers built a nest shop, settled down here, and took root, so it is called Tang's nest shop.

Later, fellow villagers, relatives, and friends came to seek refuge one after another, and gradually more people came to open up wasteland and farm land, go hunting in the mountains, go down the river to fish, log and build houses, marry wives and have children. After more than a hundred years of reproduction, they formed the In the big village now, most of the men in the village are good hunters and boat paddlers. Of course, not all the people living in the village are Tang surnames, but Tang surnames still account for most of them. most.

This was the winter of 1932. More than a year had passed since the "September 918" Incident. The sound of rumbling guns in Fengtian City had long gone. On paper, it is not pleasing to the eye, seeing that the land has changed owners.

In the vigorous Jiangqiao Anti-Japanese War, under the leadership of General Ma Zhanshan, the heroic Heilongjiang defenders fought back in the face of an enemy several times their own, killing and injuring more than 6000 Japanese and puppet troops. However, the national government sat idly by and did not send reinforcements. Ma Zhanshan fought alone, unable to support himself, and the blood of the heroic soldiers stained the vast white snow red. , sprinkled on the black soil, but the Japanese continued to send more reinforcements, and the main divisions went into battle, resisting for many days, and finally ended in failure due to being outnumbered.The heroic souls of the martyrs turned into faint smoke, merged into the blue sky, and guarded this black land.When the heroes are gone, how many people can remember their figures and tragic stories.

Zhang Shaoshuai's hundreds of thousands of Northeast Army, the gun in his hand is like a fire stick, 10,000+ people, and they didn't fart a single fart. More than 2 little devils chased them like chasing rabbits. They ran to the pass, the soldiers ran away, and the rest of the ordinary people were about to suffer.

The beautiful and rich rivers and mountains, the white mountains and the black waters, the fertile land of Kanto, the millions of people, and their ancestral family fortunes were all lost in this way.

The iron hooves of the Japanese invaders occupied this land and occupied the three eastern provinces.The country is broken and the mountains and rivers are there. Since ancient times, people who have crossed the Guandong have some traits in their bones that are not willing to be at the mercy of fate. People living in the black land of Northeast China are not lacking in toughness and blood. In the years of suffering, heroes are destined to be born, leading the bloody sons and daughters who are unwilling to be oppressed and enslaved by foreigners, and writing a history of resistance. This is the era of heroes!

It has been more than a year since I came to this world after my rebirth.The memory of the previous life, but I haven't forgotten a single bit, bit by bit, vividly in my mind.

My name is Tang Qiuli. In my previous life, I was a commander of the "Spike" special force of the People's Liberation Army. I was a colonel. Before I was 30 years old, I was at the regimental level. This is rare in the army. It depends on real skills Yes, I have led a team to participate in many special operations missions, and I have been in dangerous situations. Now I still have several scars on my body. Fortunately, I don’t have any on my face. I heard that the scars on a man’s body are a man’s medal. The scars on the body of the people are not listed here. It can be said that I am an iron-blooded soldier who has experienced blood and fire.

I am the only child at home, and my father is a general. He is strict and stern, and he accompanies me to grow up with a kind of kindness. As long as I can remember, my father has required me to be a soldier. , Speak concisely and clearly, standing like standing, sitting like sitting is not allowed to speak while eating, etc. It seems that my father regards me as a soldier under his command.

Since I was ten years old, the five-kilometer cross-country every morning is a compulsory course for me. You know, I was only ten years old at the time; my mother is a professor at the university. From her, I experienced real maternal love. I inherited my mother’s All good things, kind, tolerant, understanding, knowledgeable.

In the year of graduating from university, I entered the barracks with a longing for a military career.Maybe it was my father's words that deeply affected me: "If a man has no military experience, his bones will lack the proper calcium", which made me crazy about the army and soldiers.I am proficient in Chinese martial arts. When I was young, I learned from a natural door master and practiced natural door skills. After a few years in the army, I was admitted to the National Defense University for a master's degree, majoring in campaign command and special warfare theory. I have Good language talent, proficient in Japanese and English, to be honest, learning Japanese is not because I like it, but to understand the lunatics on that island country, apart from V, actresses and caesarean section, what other strange thoughts are in their hearts In my spare time, I like to study the history of war, especially the history of war of war. I often fantasize about what would happen to me if I was born in that era?

Good education coupled with the edification of family environment, elegant scholarly atmosphere and iron-blooded soldier temperament have formed my unique charm. I don’t care if I don’t want to attract attention. Walking on the street, the attention rate is quite high, and I have a unique face. , There used to be an advertising company that asked me to endorse a men's health product. The terms were quite attractive. Of course I refused, because I was afraid of my father. Besides, it doesn't suit my status as a soldier. I'm a very disciplined person, but I still feel a pity in my heart. That's a lot of money!

My future is bright, and life is so beautiful. Recently, Aunt Wang from my mother’s unit introduced me to a girl. I met her twice, and I had a good impression. No, I was on my way to meet her. As a result, This happened, I traveled to a village on the Songhua River in Northeast China in 1932, my future, my girl, I cried, shit, God, could it be that I had a festival with you in my previous life? Me, I despise you! ! ! !