Early the next morning, Niu Gu and Xiucai came to see Sangou, and they were relieved to see that Sangou was fine, but Xiucai actually took a letter to Sangou.

Sangou was also very surprised, in this war-torn place, he could actually receive a letter, and looked at the cover suspiciously, it was indeed written about his own army company and Luo Zhichengqi, Sangou looked at the handwriting, and knew who wrote it.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.

The letter from his comrades-in-arms was the same as his own letter, in the eyes of everyone's expectation, Sangou opened the envelope, because he knew who sent the letter, it was not easy to read it, but he saw that everyone was around, waiting for him to read it.

In fact, it is not a family letter, but it is better than a family letter; The letter was sent by Yang Muhua, and Sangou glanced at it quickly, fortunately, there was nothing that could not be read out, so he told everyone the faith.

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It turned out that after Sangou graduated and left, Japanese planes continued to invade the skies over Nanjing, and people were killed almost every day, and a large number of government departments, factories and schools were moving out.

Some went up the river and withdrew to Wuhan, Hubei, and some went south to Guangdong, Guangxi, and Yang Muhua's military medical school was withdrawn to Guangzhou, but she didn't leave, she actually stayed, stayed in Nanjing.

She said that her discipline was almost over, and the last year was basically an internship, so there was no need to follow the school, and when the Anti-Japanese War was in urgent need of employment, she could do things while doing things while interning, so she went to the government office in Nanjing and applied to be a volunteer for the air defense ambulance team.

The air defense and ambulance team also applied to the school, and the school agreed to allow some students who were about to graduate to participate in such temporary internships, and even awarded them diplomas in advance in order to support.

Yang Muhua and the others are female students after all, they used to watch the teacher dissect the corpse in the laboratory, and it was difficult to accept it at first, they didn't eat the meat in the cafeteria for several weeks, and they were disgusted when they looked at it, and they wanted to vomit, and they would think of the corpse that was cut open one by one, as well as the organs inside.

Later, I slowly learned to accept it from a professional perspective, and slowly got used to it, and it was not strange to get used to it.

But who knows, as a volunteer of the air defense and ambulance team, when rescuing the injured who were bombed, they saw that the hands and feet of the living people were blown off, and some were even blown apart and the flesh was blurred, that kind of tragic scene was too shocking.

Even if he was a professionally trained military academy student, Yang Muhua still couldn't stand it at first, and he didn't even dare to look at it, and some female classmates vomited directly, or even fainted.

However, the national disaster is like this, and the people who died are like this, and in the end, everyone has to overcome themselves with the greatest strength, to rescue the wounded, and to clean up the victims.

Every time they heard the air raid siren, everyone immediately ran to the air-raid shelter, and when the enemy plane left, before the alarm was lifted, they rushed out of the air-raid shelter and went to rescue the wounded as fast as possible, and raced against death.

After rescuing the wounded, they had to help the shelter team clean up the victims, and sometimes, looking for fragments of corpses everywhere, the scene was often a mess, with a hand hanging from the wall, a string of intestines hanging from a tree branch, and sometimes a foot would be tripped by a broken head.

The city of Nanjing is so big, they are divided into various groups, each team is responsible for a precinct, and after almost every air raid, there will be victims.

The gendarmerie was dispatched every day to persuade the citizens to leave Nanjing, but there were still many people who were unwilling to leave, and there were some elderly people who could not walk or who did not want to die in other places.

There are also some poor people who don't even have travel expenses, where can they go when they leave Nanjing? How do you make a living? Instead of starving to death on the middle of the road, it is better to stay at home and live one day at a time.

There are also a large number of people who firmly believe that the Japanese army cannot be defeated, and a small number of people even hope that the Japanese army will fight, become traitors, or are eager to wait to become traitors, and want to fish in troubled waters.

Organizations such as ambulance teams must stay, stick to their posts, and finally retreat. However, thanks to the efforts of the gendarmerie to coax and even intimidate, a large number of people still left the city of Nanjing.

From a distance, Nanjing seems to have become an empty city, almost ten rooms and nine empty, there is no human figure on the street for half a day, and it is silent at night, the autumn wind in September blows up the fallen leaves of the plane trees all over the ground, and the eyes are full of gloom.

Yang Muhua was experiencing loneliness and fear, and at the same time worrying about him in the distance, the newspaper said that he was in Shanghai, and he was still fighting, and he was still fighting for so many days.

I don't know if he's okay? I had to pick up the pen and write him a letter, telling him about his current situation, mainly to know how he was now, to know very much, and to know immediately.

……

Sangou took advantage of his injuries to recuperate, and also found pen and paper, replied to her, and wanted to write quickly; Earlier, send it to her sooner so that she receives it sooner so that she doesn't worry about herself.

But I want to say this belly to her, a few small pieces of letterhead, where can I finish writing, but when I lift the pen, I can't help but look ahead and backward, I can't say this thing, I can't say that.

The specific war cannot be written, this is a military secret, and it cannot be sent out if it is written; The specific extent of the war can't be written, for fear that she will read it and be even more worried about being afraid.

In the end, I could only write a rough outline, saying that it was safe here, nothing happened, don't worry, I asked her to take care of herself, pay attention to safety and health, etc.

Finally, he also mentioned the situation of some classmates of the Whampoa Military Academy who both knew each other, and everyone was fighting against the Japanese invaders all over the country.

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In any case, in the war, in an environment where even his own life was at stake, being able to receive such a letter gave Sangou a great spiritual enjoyment.

In the few days of recuperation, Sangou took out her letter again and again, read and read, I don't know how many times I read it, I never got tired of reading it every time, every word she wrote, she could recite it, and she still had to take it out and read it.

Sometimes, just don't look at the content, just look at the words she writes, they all feel inexplicably happy, smelling the letter paper, there will be a faint fragrance, that is her taste, inexplicably yearning and longing.

Even when she was sleeping at night, Sangou had to put her letter in the place where her underwear was closest to her heart, because she had touched it with her own hands.

In this way, I can always feel that this letter paper is like her hand, touching her heart, and the beating of her heart is jumping for her, and every second and every moment of this world is alive for her.

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The great spiritual pleasure, similar to spiritual healing or the ability to drive the body's functions, made Sangou's body recover very quickly, and within a few days, all the wounds on his body were scarred, and the internal bayonet wounds were also quickly compounded.

I can already stand up and take care of myself freely, and when the weather is good, I can walk out of the tunnel, bask in the sun, squint my eyes, and look at the beauty of the world.

If it weren't for the sound of gunfire in the distance, and the constant reminders of his comrades-in-arms and weapons in front of him, the three dogs would have almost forgotten that this place was once hell, and thought that heaven was everywhere on earth.

Heaven is at most only in dreams, and in reality it is so far away; And hell is just around the corner, every day, within reach.