Wang Feng was silent, his tears turned into beads with broken threads, and kept flowing down his cheeks, which made people feel painful and unbearable to witness.

Wang Feng didn't care about anyone's feelings and eyes, he just kept turning around and kept looking down on the ground, and people who didn't know really thought that Wang Feng was really crazy at this time, because his eyes were only staring at the ground, and he didn't seem to have any perception of the surrounding sounds and the images reflected in his eyes.

Luo Gang and Dong Zhen stood up and wanted to walk over to relieve Wang Feng, who was in a sad mood at this time, but was restrained by Feng Zhiyuan with a wave of his hand.

Zhu Hongxi, who didn't know where he was, saw that everyone was looking at their group seat solemnly, so nervously centered on this point, turning around, no one dared to speak, let alone disturb, even the cough was controlled, and he couldn't help frowning and wanting to ask and forcing himself to close his mouth tightly.

Wang Feng has been moving his steps slowly, his eyes are always staring at the scorched earth that can be seen in front of his feet, his eyes are crying and his heart is dripping blood, he doesn't believe that Gu Ming will be blown up by the cannonball, and his bones are gone, is there not even a little thing left on his body?

Impossible, absolutely impossible, Wang Feng always had this belief, and he would definitely be able to find the relics left by Gu Ming that he could keep and remember forever.

Just when his eyes were sore with tears in his eyes, a small piece of cloth attracted Wang Feng's attention, and he didn't dare to squat down suddenly to pick it up, for fear that the wind on his body would blow this piece of cloth away.

He cautiously squatted down and knelt on the ground, stretched out his two hands and slowly approached, when he took this piece of cloth in his hand, tears suddenly fell majestically, sat on the ground, and shouted in a painful voice: "Gu Ming, you dead girl, finally found this piece of cloth you left for me, thank you, thank you for still thinking about me, thinking that I will definitely come back to you again." ”

Luo Gang, Feng Zhiyuan and Dong Zhen, seeing Wang Feng making this kind of action almost demented, I don't know what they found, they actually showed a miserable smile on their faces with tears, and hurriedly walked to the side and knelt down almost at the same time, looking at the little piece of cloth in Wang Feng's hand, showing puzzled eyes one by one.

"This is the relic that Gu Ming left me, this is the most precious piece of cloth left over from the tulle scarf she always wore around her neck, although I can't restore Gu Ming's body, but with this piece of cloth, I will always protect the most precious relic that Gu Ming left me like protecting my life."

Wang Feng took off the outer clothes, took off the thin shirt inside, revealed his fair skin, tore off a piece of the cleanest white shirt cloth, and carefully wrapped the piece of cloth that found Gu Ming's tulle scarf, wrapped the piece of cloth with the white shirt he tore, put on the white shirt and put it in the pocket of his jacket.

He patted the small cloth bag in the pocket of his white shirt uneasily, and felt that it should be put into the pocket, so he put on the cotton clothes outside, stood up and looked around, when he found that a section of the tree trunk blown by the shell was still smoking, he walked over and picked up the half of the stump, inserted the part that was still smoking into the loose soil that had been plowed by the artillery fire many times, and pulled back and forth a few times to extinguish the smoke of the stake.

After a short time, Wang Feng built a grave mound, and erected an inscription written with his own blood on the grave: The spirit of Wang Feng's beloved wife Gu Ming, with a line of small characters next to it, anti-Japanese hero Gu Ming.

Wang Feng stood in front of the grave, took off the German-style steel helmet on his head, and bowed deeply to Gu Ming, who was sleeping for a long time, and the surviving soldier brothers such as Luo Gang, Feng Zhiyuan and Dong Zhen of the Third Regiment walked to the grave in turn and bowed to Gu Mingshen.

Just when all the soldiers of the Third Regiment were mourning Gu Mingzhi's heroic soul, a large group of people suddenly appeared and surrounded Wang Feng and them.

One of the young and beautiful girls walked up to Wang Feng with a camera on her chest, looked at Wang Feng with a smile and said: "Young Master Wang, I didn't expect that we would interview the anti-Japanese heroes of the Songhu Anti-Japanese War, and the object designated by Zhang Zhizhong of the Fifth Army would be you, please ......." ”

"Who are you? Do you know me? ”

"Huh? You can't be so forgetful, have you forgotten that through my best friend Miss Gu Minggu, I asked me to write a sensation for you in the "Declaration" to find the writer of the big news article on the confiscation of arms smuggling? You also met with me in person to explain the details, as well as ....... ”

Wang Feng frowned and shook his head, suddenly interrupted the reporter's noise, pulled her to the grave, and said in a sad voice: "Miss Su, please bow for Gu Mingsan, a close friend of the boudoir." ”

"Huh? Who do you say to give three bows? Gu Ming, Gu Ming, what's wrong with her? Tell me quickly, how can Gu Ming be, how can he ........ ”

Su Xiaowan, the chief reporter of "Declaration", who was called Miss Su by Wang Feng, looked at the inscription in the inscription, and suddenly knelt on the ground and cried out in grief: "Gu Ming, my good sister, why did you leave me so cruelly, why are you so ruthless, you give me life, come back to life, woo woo woo ........" ”

Su Xiaowan pulled the grave with both hands, without any scruples about her white and tender ten fingers, and just pulled the newly raised grave like crazy, crying in the sky cloudy, and crying in the river flowing backwards.

Wang Feng didn't expect Su Xiaowan's feelings for Gu Ming to be so deep, Aiwu and Wu squatted down to support Su Xiaowan, who was shaking her shoulders in grief, and said with tears in her eyes: "Miss Su, Gu Ming has left us, and he didn't even leave us with bones, this is just an empty grave, so as to mourn us, please get up, bury our grief deep in your heart, and continue Gu Ming's unfinished business, please mourn." ”

Before they saw Wang Feng being interviewed, they preconceived that the anti-Japanese hero who fought bloodily with the enemy on the battlefield must be a strong and unyielding man.

But now the heroic figure who appeared in front of them turned out to be a little white face, and he was constantly wiping tears with sadness, and the grief was shown, he was an ordinary man from a common people's family, could such a pseudo-man be the king madman who heard the gunshots on the battlefield and led the soldiers to kill the enemy bravely?

They looked at Wang Feng again hesitantly, and a kind of anger arose spontaneously when they found the wrong interview subject and were fooled by the military commander.

A tabloid reporter squeezed in front of Wang Feng and asked sharply: "May I ask if you are Wang Feng, the hero of the anti-Japanese resistance?" You are Wang Feng, who led less than a company in the Battle of Miaohang to sneak attack and occupy the artillery position of a squadron of the Japanese army? ”

Wang Feng didn't pay attention to it at all, and it could be said that he didn't even look at the little reporter.

"Why are you arrogant in front of the media and don't have a bit of military ethics? Don't you understand the minimum right to respect? ”

The reporter saw Wang Feng hugging the grief-stricken and big-name reporter of "Declaration", and the soft shoulders of Su Xiaowan, who has always been proud and beautiful, as if he was persuading, not only took out his camera to take pictures continuously.

After taking the photo, the little reporter said sarcastically: "Wang Feng, I didn't expect you to be a vulgar soldier who forgot his own ethics when he saw a beautiful woman, and it is impossible for a commander like you to lead the anti-Japanese soldiers to bravely kill devils." Hmph, it turns out that your chief just looked at the forces behind you and deliberately recommended people like you to us for an interview, it turned out to be a big scam, and we were fooled.

Fellow reporters and reporters present, we must condemn the womanizer who is hugging a beautiful woman before the scorched earth fireworks of war have not been extinguished like this, so that he can show his extremely dirty and ugly face. ”