This is a battle to the death.

In what seemed to outsiders to be a very stupid battle, the warriors who could have run away chose to stay and die with the villagers.

Li Yun feels that just like the recently released movie, "Operation Red Sea", for the sake of a person's life, paying so many elite soldiers, is it really worth it?

A lot of people who don't understand the meaning of it, shouting that it's not worth it, spicy chicken movies, hypocrisy.

Are these warriors really just protecting one person's life?

What they uphold is the dignity of the Chinese people...

It's like the choice of the Eight Route warriors led by Fang Zhenghe at that time.

Maintained the dignity of being a Chinese person, never bowed his head like the enemy, did not choose a strategic retreat, but chose to resist to the death-

It's bloody.

At this time, Fang Zhenghe suddenly began to cough violently.

It took a while to cough before he recovered.

It doesn't seem to have eased up again.

Fangzheng and already like rotten wood.

You can die at any time.

In fact, it is normal that there are very few veterans of the anti-Japanese period who can survive until now, and even fewer who can live as healthy as Fang Zhenghe.

The time has come.

People of the past era will eventually pass away.

After Fang Zheng calmed down, he leaned on the wall next to him with emotion.

"What are you thinking?"

"Thinking about when you're going to die. Li Yun paused and said with a smile: "Maybe, just a minute later, maybe within an hour, when you will die, it's up to you." ”

For Li Yun casually talking about his life and death, Fang Zhenghe was not angry.

He himself knows that his time is running out...

"You kid, you talk really ugly. ”

"Poor Dao is just telling the truth. Li Yun got up: "Come on, your destination is not the entrance of the village." ”

Fang Zhenghe was stunned, didn't say anything, stood up, and just remembered to return the bowl of tea to Li Yun.

only to find that the broken bowl was gone.

Suddenly disappeared from his own hands.

"Strange Taoist priest..."

...

Fang Zhenghe saw Old Man Fang...

The two didn't seem to know each other, and passed by silently.

"You know this place..."

"Poor Dao doesn't just know about this place, he also knows what happened here. ”

"Is that so..."

Fang Zhenghe shook his head, with a look of your too young, too simple Tucson broken.

With Li Yun's age, how could he know what had happened at the scene.

"Because, ah, it's still happening in this land. Li Yun said indifferently: "The Japanese soldiers slaughtered civilians, civilians ran desperately, just three people, the villagers of nearly 100 people were able to run around, wantonly slaughtered, after the slaughter, they sank into the land, waiting for the next moment, this heavy tragedy will be staged again..."

Fang Zhenghe was a little speechless, but found that Li Yun was already standing in front of him.

The eyes seem to be able to see through everything.

"All of this is still happening in front of the eyes of the poor road, you... Don't you know?"

"I... I know..."Fang Zhenghe flinched a little.

"No, you don't know, you're here because of the people here, and if you want, Poor Road can let you see. Li Yuncai didn't wait for Fang Zhenghe to agree or not, so he nodded on his forehead.

Fang Zhenghe felt that all the chaos in front of him had vanished.

The cloudy vision brought by the old flowers is clear.

What had happened in this land in the past was presented in front of Fang Zhenghe's eyes.

Fang Zhenghe looked confused and shocked, as if it was the first time he had seen this scene.

Then he cried.

"Erya. ”

"Xiao Ming. ”

"Dog bandage. ”

"Uncle Niu. ”

...

Aging of the body.

Memory decay.

Half of his body was already in the ground.

When people get old, they forget that this is the limit of physiology, and no one can escape it.

However, time can erase the memory of the body, but it cannot erase the memory of the soul and soul.

"It seems that it really works..."Li Yun looked at Fang Zhenghe's expression, knowing that the well water he used in Meng Po's bowl had a role.

Water from a well in this village.

Carrying memories of the past...

Carrying the memory of Founder and He...

"Why does he know guys... Who is he... It turned out to be you!It turned out to be you!" Old man Fang was also evoked with dusty memories, and suddenly said excitedly: "You... You're Brother Zhenghe!

"You're a big black man... You're alive... You're really alive... It turns out that you are still alive... It's wonderful..."

Fang Zhenghe cried.

I cried very much, and I was full of tears.

Piercing.

The surrounding villagers all looked over, and only saw two old men crying.

"Neurotic. ”

The villagers left the clearing with a simple comment.

Li Yun sighed, many times, among happy people, they don't know that their happiness is earned by other people's sacrifices.

Old Man Fang and Fang Zhenghe didn't bother with their opinions.

The meeting between the two, everything is self-evident.

At this time, an unconscious soul stood in front of Fang Zhenghe.

He also has an oversized rolling pin in his hand...

Unconscious, just standing by and watching.

"Mother..."

Fang Zhenghe muttered, old tears.

How many years.

Finally able to meet again...

I saw it tomorrow night, and I was about to cry a good time, this scene of the meeting between mother and son, and the next moment, the mother took a rolling pin and went to Fang Zhenghe's head.

It hurts to look at it...

Back then, it was the same, this stick hit Fang Zhenghe's head.

"This is what you regret the most, you didn't die on the battlefield like your comrades, and you feel ashamed of others. Li Yun said.

Fang Zhenghe knelt down and knelt down in front of the souls of these villagers.

He felt sorry for them.

Yes, he was once part of the fighting.

It's just that in the end, when he was defenseless, he was knocked unconscious and hid by his mother.

Mother's love is selfish and great.

Even if you rush towards the enemy with a rolling pin, you have to let your own children survive.

The fighters died.

The villagers were slaughtered by these devils, and for these marauding people, it was only locusts that passed through a small village.

Only the flames of war and the smoke of gunpowder remained.

The time has come again, and all the spirits here have been 'resurrected' and come out of the ground.

It recreates the hellish scene of that year.

Li Yun came to Old Man Fang, pointed to his chest, and said, "Can you hand over this thing to Poor Dao?"

Old man Fang didn't hesitate, and now Li Yun said that whatever it was was was what it was.

It's a little horn.

Li Yun handed the horn to Fang Zhenghe's hand.

"Go and free them..."

Fang Zhenghe looked at the horn a little blankly, and finally smiled.

Laughing happily.

Pick up the horn and blow it.

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