On September 18, 1931, the Mukden Incident occurred. After all, the artillery fire still burned here, negotiations, regression, and reparations, but it lasted for several months, and in less than half a year, the iron hooves of the Japanese invasion of China quickly occupied the three northeastern provinces, and the black soil was stained with blood and clumped.

Fang Xuan was ordered by his mother not to go out at home, he could only read and write at home, and occasionally heard the sound of his father's old-fashioned radio machine, and it took a while for the announcer's voice to come out, and the male voice on the radio, in the past three months, the voice has changed from bright to low.

"On September 19, the 20th year of the Republic of China, Lieutenant General Rong Zhen, chief of staff of the Northeast Frontier Army, was ordered by General Zhang Xueliang to order all the Northeast Army to 'stand up to death, everyone become benevolent, and sacrifice for the country.'"

"On September 20, the 20th year of the Republic of China, Changchun fell, and the whole country mourned."

"On September 21, the 20th year of the Republic of China, the Second Army Division of the Japanese Army occupied Jilin."

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"Is anyone there? Please open the door" Since the beginning of the war, few people have come to the door, and Meng Xiaohui glanced at Dongzi.

Dongzi held the wooden latch and said, "Which one, what's the matter?" ”

"We are from the Seventh Brigade, and we came to mourn for Company Commander Fang" The voice outside the door was a little hoarse, and it sounded like it had been sent several times.

With a bang, the iron basin in Meng Xiaohui's hand fell to the ground, and the water was poured on the pot of blue hyacinths in front of her, which was the seeds specially brought from England by the eldest brother's friend.

"Dongzi, please come in." The father glanced at the mother and spoke.

"Comrade, please come in."

"No, I'm still in a hurry to go to the next one." As he spoke, he opened the letter in his hand, a total of two, he first opened the letter paper stamped with the red seal, the red seal, redder than the blood of the pigeon, piercing people's eyes and panic.

"The family of Fang Jianguo's soldier knows:

On September 20, the 20th year of the Republic of China, Changchun fell, Fang Jianguo soldiers led all the soldiers of the artillery company to resist to the death, and at 4 o'clock in the morning of the 20th, more than 120 soldiers of the company died heroically. Our army has not yet found the bones of the commander of the Fang Company, but we will not let the martyrs drift in the wind and snow.

All the officers and men of the 7th Brigade mourn with you.

The 7th Brigade of the Feng Army

February 20, 21st year of the Republic of China"

When he had finished reading, the man handed the letter to his father and unfolded the second piece of paper.

"Father, mother, brother, brother, little sister:

I have been in the army for more than two years, although I often hope that 'although the sword is sharp, but there is no place for it', the Japanese army is raging, bullying my people, humiliating my women and children, and killing my old and young. Although the founding of the country is incompetent, but also literate and knowledgeable, know the truth that 'the rise and fall of the country, the husband is responsible', although he understands the worries of his relatives, but in troubled times, there are always people who have to be responsible, father, although Xi'er does not like you, but also does not disgrace your name. Mother, don't be overly sad for your son, Gyeongsang has brothers and sisters around, so don't worry about your son. Brother, brother and sister, I have been with you for more than ten years in my life, which is enough and a blessing for me. In the future, honoring my parents is a heavy burden, and I can only hope for you.

Father, mother, do not be compassionate, the son is worthy of the people of the country.

Fang Jianguo

September 18, 20th year of the Republic of China"

The messenger handed the letter to his father along with his pension, saluted and turned away. The man walked straight and fast, and soon there was no trace of him at dusk, just like Fang Jianguo's departure, caught off guard.

Father's radio was still playing "In February of the 21st year of the Republic of China, the three northeastern provinces of the Republic of China have completely fallen" accompanied by Meng Xiaohui's whimpering cry, as if this country is crying for this land, so that this boundless black oppressive sky above his head cannot be dissipated for a long time.