"Uncle Zhan, you ......"

Yan Qingyu had a headache and looked at Huang Zhan, who was still holding the score and appreciating.

"Look at your unproductive appearance. Aren't they just three of the top ten golden songs? ”

Huang Zhan hated that iron could not become steel, and pointed at Yan Qingyu and said: "There will be no problem with one song." By the way, you'd better also release a song in Chinese style, that is, Taiwanese style. In recent years, Taiwan's market has become bigger and bigger, and it cannot be taken lightly. In the Nanyang Chinese area, it was always orthodox over there. ”

Yan Qingyu said strangely: "They have all been driven to live on a small island, can they be considered orthodox?" ”

Huang Zhan said: "Most of the overseas countries are capitalist societies, and they are very hostile to the mainland and very vigilant. So most of them preach bad things over there. Where do ordinary people know so much, they just believe how others publicize it. You don't have to worry about this, just write songs well. ”

Yan Qingyu subconsciously frowned and said, "Uncle Zhan, my mother and Abel are both very traditional Chinese, if I pat the horse fart over there to praise what separatist independence. Stand, I guess they'll break my leg in a dream! ”

Huang Zhan was furious when he heard this, and said, "You little red guy, what are you thinking about? The side one lets you write split alone. Got a song? Tell you that the Taiwan authorities are going to split! Although Lao Chiang lost the country without fighting, he never said that Taiwan was founded. Taiwan and the mainland are both countries, but Taiwan speaks of the Republic of China, and the mainland speaks of the republic. What bastard are you talking about. Is being a teacher a villain who forgets his ancestors and forgets his ancestors? ”

Seeing that Huang Zhan seemed to be really angry, Yan Qingyu apologized again and again, and after saying a bunch of good things, he was puzzled: "Uncle Zhan, how do you write this Taiwanese style?" ”

Huang Zhan snorted and said, "Stupid! There are so many veterans in Taiwan, so you write about the deeds of the anti-Japanese war. It's going to be easy to resonate with. ”

Yan Qingyu was overjoyed when she heard this, and gave a thumbs up and said, "Uncle Zhan, high!" High! You're so high! ”

"Roll !!"

……

When he returned home, it was already blue at night, Yan Qingyu scratched his head a little, he really knew too little about the War of Resistance against Japan.

Hong Kong, the main theme is to make money, as for the rest, just look at it, it has little to do with them.

Suddenly, Yan Qingyu slapped his head, secretly scolded himself for being dark under the lamp, and forgot that Abel seemed to have been injured in the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression before.

Because he was afraid of seeing things and thinking about people, Yan Qingyu, the relics left by Abo, didn't look good, and they were all placed at the bottom of the box, which Chen Yaoxing helped pack and pack.

Yan Qingyu was silent for a moment, then pulled out the box, opened it, and sorted out Abo's relics.

It wasn't until this moment that Yan Qingyu discovered that Abo's things were really pitiful.

What made Yan Qingyu sting the most was the blood-stained suit. It's the one that Abel bought for him in Central on crutches.

Yan Qingyu felt a little uncontrollable, and hurriedly packed up her clothes and pressed them back to the bottom of the box.

There was nothing else, two yellowed booklets, and a small copy like a document.

Yan Qingyu picked up the small book first, opened it and was taken aback:

Chairman of the Special Guards, Major General Wang Huchen!

Looking at the photos on the documents, Yan Qingyu believed for the first time that Abel might really have been with Butterfly, Zhou Xuan and Lu Xiaoman.

How can a heroic warrior be so powerful?

Yan Qingyu saw a photo of Zhang Lingfu in the newspaper, and the whole of Hong Kong was moved by his handsomeness at that time.

However, this photo of Abel is more handsome and heroic than Zhang Lingfu!

As for what kind of army the chairman's special guard is, Yan Qingyu has no impression at all.

Yan Qingyu admired Abo's handsomeness again, and then picked up the yellowed booklet, but when he saw the mottled dark red on the cover, he frowned slightly, this color seemed to be the color of blood.

Page 1: Since 27 years, I led two hundred martial arts colleagues in Cangzhou to join the army, and I was incorporated into the special guard of the chairman of the committee and received training from the German Jaguar special forces, and it has been more than seven years.

At the beginning, our army of 8,000 people, selected from the millions of troops in the country, is now only 400 people. Most of the rest were eliminated in brutal training, or sacrificed.

We are all equipped with German equipment, and our weapons are German-made fully automatic submachine guns that are more advanced than those of the United States.

However, the guards, who had been training hard for seven years, had no other task than to show up at the parade.

Soldiers, shouldn't they go to the battlefield to defend their homeland and country?

Soldiers, if they don't go to the battlefield, are they still called soldiers?

We have gone through so much terrible training, is it really just to protect the chairman of the committee, as our name suggests?

Such a soldier should not do it.

Page 2: The opportunity finally came, the 37-year War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression broke out, and several tragic wars broke out between China and Japan.

I asked the chairman of the committee to divide the 400-strong guards into 10 groups and form small detachments to throw us into the rear of the Japanese army by airdrop, so that we could wantonly destroy the bases of the Japanese army and assassinate the senior generals of the other side.

It's just that I didn't expect it, but I was scolded by the chairman of the committee, although he said that he used a knife to kill chickens, but I knew that he was reluctant to let us consume our strength. I am grateful to him and to him for cherishing our lives.

It's just that we are soldiers, and if we are afraid of death, why should we join the army? If we are afraid of death, then how innocent are the team members who died tragically in training?

I have never forgotten that the duty of a soldier is to protect the family and defend the country. Instead of preserving strength, stealing a living.

I'm fed up with being a spectator, watching my allies fall one after another on the way to the charge, and I long that I can use my chest against the devil's bayonet and charge!

Page 3: The opportunity has finally come, the battle situation ahead is very tragic, the commander of the Fifth Army, General Zhang Zhizhong, was surrounded by the Japanese army in Yuhuatai, this heroic unit under his command suffered heavy casualties, and even General Zhang Zhizhong's guards were about to die.

Finally, we received an order from Shangfeng to go to Yuhuatai to take over the defense.

The brothers trembled with excitement, little devils, here we come!

The battle began, and the Japanese troops, accustomed to fighting with the wind, finally stopped in front of our guards.

The Plum Village Division, which is known as invincible in the world, was suffocated in front of our brothers, and they dared to launch a bayonet charge at us.

We educated the devil with the big knife in our hands, on white-blade warfare, the Chinese are their ancestors, those who do not respect their ancestors, kill!

Yuhuatai was defended, and the invincible Plum Village even fell into our hands and fled in a hurry.

Brothers are extremely happy! This battle is drenched!

Page 4: I'm going crazy, what the hell did the chairman think, he actually let us leave Nanjing City and change our guards!

There's a fierce battle ahead!

The brethren were silent, and many gritted their teeth in hatred. But soldiers, after all, take obedience to orders as their duty.

We retreated, walked, left the city of Nanjing.

The fifth page, this one, is a blood-red page, full of dried blood.

We followed the order and returned to the defensive area, and without even eating, we all went to sleep dejectedly.

Really, we'd rather go to the battlefield and fight to the death with the devils than hide in the rear to eat.

However, to our surprise, tragedy happened.

In the middle of the night, the Japanese army dispatched a full fifty planes and carried out a carpet bombing of our station.

Most of the brothers were killed in their dreams.

Those who escape will not be left with one in ten.

I...... I am ashamed of my brother.

What I didn't expect was that the next day, the day after we left Nanjing, the Japanese army, which was inferior to the livestock, launched a terrible massacre of Nanjing.

This bunch of damn miscellaneous. species, this nation that should perish, this island nation that should sink on land.

Avenge! Avenge! Avenge!!!

Page 6: The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression was won, and our remaining brothers killed a large number of devils and traitors in the war, bombed countless bases, bridges and airports, and made great contributions to the victory of the War of Resistance Against Japan.

Unfortunately, to our disappointment, the civil war actually broke out.

Fight devils, we are willing. Fight warlords, we are also willing. But we really don't want to fight with the Red Party.

Because no matter what happens within the Red Party, they are really good to the poor. There was once a high-ranking Red Party cadre who was shot because he took an extra piece of meat from the people.

They really did what they promised not to take from the people.

I really don't have the strength to hold a gun in a war with such a force.

The two hundred martial arts fellows who came out of Cangzhou and followed me back then are now only nineteen people left, and they are all wounded, and Taiyue is even more injured and dying, and retreats to the rear, and I can't contact him anymore.

If we don't fight, we won't want our previous official honors. Driven out the devils, we are already satisfied.

We decided to go, south, south, to Hong Kong. There was no civil war there.

When they went to Canton and looked back at the north, the brothers were in tears.

Since we left Cangzhou in 27 years, to today's 47 years, a full 20 years, we have fought a full 20 years of war.

Who can compete in the world in 20 years?

How many siblings are buried, and even the bones are gone.

What are we for? We are not for glory and wealth, let alone for high-ranking officials.

We are only here to enable our nation to stand up again and to let our people never again be bullied by foreigners.

We want to be like the Tang Dynasty and let the Quartet come to congratulate!

Farewell, homeland of China!

Farewell, ancestral cemetery!

This is the last page.

Yan Qingyu's hands trembled slightly, he never thought that the uncle who carried the basket on his back all day and picked up garbage would have such a magnificent life.

There are so many rich people, so many tycoons, so many powerful people in Hong Kong, and who can be more heroic than Aber?

Who is the opponent in the world for 20 years?

It's not a hero, who dares to say this, who deserves to say this?

In order to avoid the civil war, they had to stay away from their ancestral homeland, how sad they were!

Woe Abel! Great, Uncle!

For a while, Yan Qingyu's mind was full of scenes of war, he put down the booklet, picked up the pen and paper, and wanted to write out the feelings stirred in his chest.