Pingkyo University of Science and Technology, Great Hall.

This is an old-fashioned auditorium built in the 70s of the last century, and the mottled façade looks so full of life, if you look closely, you can see some traces of slogans with the characteristics of that era under the shadow of the foliage.

Today's auditorium was full, and Lieutenant General Wu Gang, former deputy commander of the Jinling Military Region, was invited to tell the students of the university the story of the years of the Anti-Japanese War.

“…… Don't look at the strength of only one squadron of devils at that time, but the firepower of our entire regiment is not the opponent of the little devils at all, so in order to cover the transfer of the villagers, what should we do if the firepower is not enough? Fill it with human lives! Watching the brothers who were born and die on weekdays fall one by one beside them, this is the kind of feeling...... The head of the regiment personally went to the front, his marksmanship is really not covered, playing the king of the eight big covers, one shot is a devil, and there is no missing shot. At that time, I was the commander of the guard company directly under the regiment, and I saw it most realistically from the sidelines. But the devil's firepower is too fierce, not only is the equipment better than ours, but the marksmanship is also stronger than most of our soldiers. The brothers of a regiment were forced into a battalion, a company. Later, when the ammunition ran out, the regimental commander loaded his bayonet and killed the enemy who rushed up......"

Wu Gang, who is over 80 years old, still can't help but get excited when he talks about the past more than 60 years ago, and even his voice is a little louder, as if he has returned to those eventful years.

The teachers and students in the audience listened attentively, such a wonderful report is not often encountered, the school leaders spent a lot of twists and turns to invite Commander Wu, who has been retired for many years, and the personal experience told by the person concerned on the spot is obviously more infectious.

“…… The regiment commander faced the attack of the three devils alone, and he didn't even frown, just stabbed one by one, and then knocked unexpectedly with the butt of the gun, and then pulled out the short knife he carried with him, and with such a wipe, the three devils fell in a pool of blood...... There are brothers who are constantly falling, but everyone insists on pulling a devil on their backs before they die. The devil is scared, the invincible devil is really scared, I still remember the scene when the devil squadron leader faced the regiment commander alone, he was so scared by the regiment commander that he even trembled with the hand holding the knife......"

Wu Gang inadvertently brought out a foul word, this was the mantra of the regiment commander back then, and every time Wu Gang blurted out, he had a feeling that the regiment commander was still by his side. Although it sounded a little rude, none of the teachers and students in the audience felt that there was anything wrong, as it should be.

“…… In that battle, more than 1,000 brothers were left with 61 deaths, and all the living people were wounded! The regiment commander alone had more than 20 wounds on his body, and he was also shot once, and that shot was blocked for me, and a regiment commander blocked the gun for his own guard company commander, and I even had the fucking heart to die at that time! Later, I asked the regiment commander, your old life is much more valuable than mine, how can you block the gun for me? The regiment commander scolded me at that time. Damn, where did you kid get your rotten thoughts, who the fuck is worth more than other people's lives, you are Lao Tzu's soldier, Lao Tzu doesn't let you die, you can't die!' I'm not afraid of your jokes when I say it, my tears flowed down my eyes at that time...... I hope you will not forget the lessons of history, study hard, serve the country in the future, and become the pillars of the country!"

After speaking, Wu Gang stood up and solemnly saluted the teachers and students present.

The audience applauded thunderously, and all the audience stood up to pay the most sincere respect to the old general!

After the report was over, the school leaders sent Wu Gang to the door of the auditorium, and the special car of the military region was already waiting outside.

The secretary of the party committee clasped Wu Gang's hand with both hands and said emotionally: "Thank you very much Commander Wu for giving such a wonderful report to the teachers and students of our school! I would like to express my most sincere thanks to you on behalf of all the teachers and students of the school! Welcome to come to our school often to guide the work when you have time!"

Wu Gang said yes, but his eyes were attracted by a familiar back not far away.

is in his early eights, with short and capable hair, and a strong back, especially the gray-blue half-worn coarse cloth uniform, so that Wu Gang, who had just reviewed that eventful years, recognized at a glance that this was the dress of the Eighth Route Army during the Anti-Japanese War in the depths of memory.

How could this back look so familiar?

Wu Gang was puzzled, so he looked at the man twice, and coincidentally, the other party seemed to be looking around, and when he turned around, the two happened to look at each other.

Wu Gangden was a spirit, and a "regiment leader" blurted out!

The other party didn't seem to recognize him, but that face was so familiar to him that he never forgot it after decades.

"What?" The party secretary, who was expressing infinite gratitude to Wu Gang, was startled by Wu Gang's sudden incoming voice.

"It's fine. Wu Gang replied casually.

However, when he tried to find the face again, he found that the target had been lost in the crowd of students who had exited.

To be honest, there are definitely a lot of people who look alike, but Wu Gang doesn't feel that he is the wrong person at all, although it is a bit unbelievable to say this, but he insists that what he sees is that person - his head Song Ziyang!

……

"Damn, there are so many people, let Lao Tzu find someone!" Song Ziyang muttered.

I heard the doorman Lao Zhang say that his father was helping to maintain order in the auditorium, but he didn't expect that when he arrived at the auditorium, he was just in time for the report to end, and there were people everywhere. There was no way, Song Ziyang had no choice but to go home and wait.

Song Ziyang's father was a security guard at Pingjing University of Science and Technology, and he worked as a security guard all his life and dedicated his youth to this school. Her mother works in the school kindergarten and, if memory serves, she will retire in two years.

Song Ziyang grew up in school since he was a child, studied in the school's own kindergarten, and then the affiliated primary school and junior high school.

Eight years have passed, the trees are still those trees, the houses are still those houses, both familiar and unfamiliar, and the scenes of dusty memories have flipped through Song Ziyang's mind.

In the two days that he came out of the mountains, Song Ziyang has been trying to accept this new life, the smoke of the past will be gone, the dear comrades-in-arms will no longer see each other, and they will return to modern times, he is no longer the invincible commander of the Eighth Route Army, he is twenty-five years old, just an ordinary older youth, the kind that has not even graduated from high school.

He hadn't thought about how he would live in the future, and his heart was filled with the joy of seeing his parents soon. Eight years later, he thought he would never see them again. There is a kind of longing, and only when we can no longer see each other seems to be more and more pure.

Song Ziyang's home is in the faculty dormitory next to the campus, and it is only through a small door that passes through the campus. The faculty dormitory is still the most old-fashioned tube building, a four-storey building, a corridor up, each floor has a long corridor and a common bathroom, less than 20 square rooms are distributed on both sides of the corridor, the corridor that is not spacious is occupied by all kinds of sundries, leaving only a corridor that is only enough for one person to pass.

Song Ziyang politely greeted every former neighbor he met, and the neighbors looked at this strangely dressed young man curiously, and no one recognized him.

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