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The dead soldiers of the Independent Regiment lay on the mud of the mess, without companions to collect and bury the corpses, and perhaps endure the torture of the corpses by the devils, which were eroded by the cold wind and rain, and then slowly rotted into a delicacy in the mouths of the corpses.

Liao Changsheng, who returned to the west of the city, and the five remaining brothers sat scattered outside the door of the conference room, their expressions were dull, their lips were tightly closed, and they even forgot to blink their eyes habitually.

The self-confident team of 100 people who went out, and now the five people who are alone are suffering from heart-wrenching pain, and it is not terrible to lose the battle, but what is terrible is the smile left when the yin and yang are separated.

Liao Changsheng, as the leader of this team, felt more uncomfortable than anyone else, he was like a sinner, carrying hundreds of lives in the end, but he was empty-handed.

Wu Guoqiang and the others returned to the conference room after seeing the recovery of the wounded, looked at the expressions of Liao Changsheng and his brothers, did not say much, and patted Liao Changsheng on the shoulder, this action represented his best comfort.

Xie Pi squatted on the stake of the house, the spear rested on his shoulder, and looked up obliquely as if he saw Wang Mang's last smile, and his ruddy eyes finally overflowed with a few tears.

From coming out of prison to supporting each other in bullets, these sincere emotions have long connected the brothers of the death squad, but now all that is left is loneliness, brothers in heaven, how are you?

This state of silence lasted until the afternoon, and the sunset of the late autumn evening was imprinted on the surface of the Wujiang River, red, as if the blood of the brothers was stained red.

Liao Changsheng took the remaining five brothers to the edge of the Wujiang River, and sent the brothers a ride with the most beautiful afterglow, and the yellow paper money burned a raging fire, hoping that they were all rich in the underworld, and they didn't have to live this miserable life without a fixed place.

The white garden money spilled in the hands of the brothers flew in the wind, and fell on the Wujiang River like a dragonfly, floating on the Hongxia Wujiang River in the rolling of ripples, perhaps the dead brothers were shaking their heads and receiving this greeting.

Although the living have no way to collect and bury the dead soldiers, at least they have created a warm nest in the hearts of each brother.

Some of the old people who originally lived in the west of the city also slowly walked to the edge of the Wujiang River, and also gave these dead Chinese soldiers a ride.

The wrinkled faces of the old people had a helpless expression, perhaps the change of times they had experienced had made them accustomed to the disappearance of this life. The Qing Dynasty, the Republic of China, and the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression are not the history of rolling forward in flesh and blood?

The only constant is the continuous water of the Wujiang River.

After the old people finished scattering the paper money, they helped each other and walked back, looking at Liao Changsheng's sad face, and relieved a little, "Young man, just get used to it!" ”

Liao Changsheng followed the footsteps of the old man to a lonely grave not far away, this tomb is very simple, only a carved tombstone, which is beaten by the waves of the Wujiang River all the year round.

The old people walked to the side, burned the yellow paper money, and bowed respectfully.

Liao Changsheng was sad and a little curious, what kind of person can make these old men who have gone through vicissitudes so respectful? When I walked up to see it, the anger I had buried in my heart burned.

The tombstone is engraved with the words "Tomb of Noko Kawashima".

is actually a Japanese woman's tomb, Liao Changsheng now has only one definition of Japanese: bloodthirsty beasts.

Even a Japanese woman couldn't be any better, so she walked up and kicked the tombstone and kept scolding, "What is there to worship as a Japanese woman?" Japanese people aren't fucking good people! ”

"Young man, dissipate your anger!"

The old man who burned the paper said, looking at Liao Changsheng's eyes as if there were endless words.

Zhang Ersil and Xie Pi grabbed the impulsive Liao Changsheng, and several people retreated not far behind.

The old man walked over after burning the paper, sat down next to Liao Changsheng, and asked very sincerely, "Do you want to hear the story of this Japanese woman?" ”

Liao Changsheng did not nod, nor did he verbally refuse.

"Kawashima Yezi came here for ten years, fell in love with the mountains and rivers here, especially the beautiful Wujiang Shili Gallery, after coming to bring the most advanced culture to the people here, relying on his own culture to open the first school in the county, so that this poor ravine has the opportunity to learn, and cultivated a group of young people, the twelfth year of the Republic of China, he has been here for two years, and his Chinese husband participated in the revolution, and there has been no news."

The old man's narration was sincere, so that Liao Changsheng had a little more easy-going attitude towards this Japanese woman, and the old man coughed twice and continued to preach, "Today that year, two naughty students were playing by the river, accidentally falling into the water, Kawashima Noko held his two children who had just reached the full moon and passed by, saw his students struggling in the water, put down the children, jumped in desperately, and rescued the two children back to the river, but at this time, a huge wave slapped by, drowning Kawashima Noko in the raging river, and people salvaged for three days and three nights and did not find the body, Finally, a tombstone was carved on the side of her favorite Wujiang River, so ah young man, God is objective, there is good and evil! ”

After listening to the old man's explanation, Liao Changsheng seemed to have a familiar feeling in his heart, and the grief and indignation just now disappeared, and then asked, "Do you know where her two children went in the end?" ”

"Two babies cried on the edge of the Wujiang River, as if they knew that their mother had been killed, and were later carried away by a young man in a long shirt. I don't know about this! ”

Liao Changsheng helped the old man up, and several old people slowly left the riverside, the sky was already shrouded in black, and Liao Changsheng's heart seemed to have another knot.

Cheongsam scholars? On the edge of the Wujiang River? Twelve years of the Republic of China? It seems to be a perfect match with his own life experience, is it really a coincidence?

When will there be an answer to these unsolvable questions, Liao Changsheng can't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Big brother, it's getting dark, go back, the wind by the river is too strong, don't catch a cold!" Zhang Ersil said with concern.

"Big brother, brothers, we will get this account back in the future, don't break your body now!" Sheppy said.

"Yes! Big brother, go back! The brothers answered.

However, they didn't know what really came to Liao Changsheng's mind at this moment, if God really created people like this, then he and Jin Pengfei were the children of that Japanese woman.

"Let's go!" Liao Changsheng's footsteps are a little weak, and he is not so hard to walk, so can he still walk well on the long anti-Japanese road in front of him? In Liao Changsheng's heart, it seemed that the answer was erratic.

The dead silence of the night hides all creatures on this land, including the greed and aggression of the Japanese, and perhaps this is the favorite moment of every Chinese, because when the day dawns they may not live until tomorrow night.