The country and the people have not forgotten.

Take you home.

Almost as soon as Bai Heng's words came out, the hearts of Xue Huaimin and the others were instantly sour and warm.

In fact, they went to the battlefield in a foreign country with patriotic enthusiasm and fought without fear of death.

They didn't expect anything in return, or that someone remembered them.

They just want to defend their homeland and country, but they will protect the land and homeland behind them.

But at this moment, I heard that even after decades, the country and the people have never forgotten their sacrifices, and are making all kinds of efforts to bring them home.

How can they not be moved, how can they not be happy.

Life is the motherland, and death is the soul of the motherland.

Who wants to bury their bones in a foreign country, no matter how good that foreign country is, it is not their roots.

Even if they die, they will return to their roots, even if they are not there, only a wisp of soul remains, their souls, their spirits will live forever, guarding this land and the people of this land.

"Now that the country is getting better and better, my generation is also relieved."

"It's good to be able to go home." Xue Huaimin looked back at the brothers in his regiment and said loudly, "Comrades-in-arms, brothers, the motherland has sent compatriots to take us home, are you happy?" ”

"Rejoice! Glad! Wang Weiguo and dozens of others raised their hands high, their faces were full of joy, and their tears fell uncontrollably, and they couldn't wipe them all.

But whether it was Bai Heng or Xue Huaimin, they all knew that these were tears of joy.

Xue Huaimin and the others hugged each other, and looked at Bai Heng and the others with tears in their eyes, and smiled slowly, with joy, satisfaction, and peace of mind that they could finally return to their roots.

"Didi, Didi." At this moment, the detector suddenly made a sound.

Bai Heng and the others were in a trance, came back to their senses, and looked at each other, except for their own people, there was no one else.

Only then did they realize that what they had just seen was a fantasy that appeared in their minds.

Bai Heng looked at the detector in his hand, maybe this is the magic of the detector, let them see this.

At this time, the detector in Bai Heng's hand changed again.

The place where the detector's original display screen was originally projected into mid-air a curtain-like object.

The curtain was 3 meters by 2 meters.

First, lines of words are displayed.

Xue Huaimin

He was 37 years old

A native of Ximei Village, Huping County, Haishi

……

first showed a series of Xue Huaimin's personal information, sacrificing his age, and his hometown.

The person in charge of registration immediately records this information.

Bai Heng originally thought that Xue Huaimin, who looked very mature with some vicissitudes, should be forty or fifty years old, but he didn't expect that he was only 37 years old, which was the prime of life.

The handwriting on the curtain fades away, replaced by the image.

Bai Heng and the others knew that this was the last scene to show the sacrifice of Xue Huaimin and the others at that time.

It's like a black-and-white movie projection from the seventies and eighties, where an illusory curtain presents a battlefield.

Whether it's people or things, it's all black and white.

But it also reflects the battle situation of the martyrs when they first fought.

Bombs dropped by enemy hovering planes blasted deep craters one after another, and artillery was approaching.

Even if you desperately insist, but the enemy is strong and I am weak, the position will eventually fall.

Xue Huaimin watched his comrades-in-arms fall one by one, and in the end, he was the only one left.

The enemy's guns were pointed at him, wanting to see him surrender, and even began to lure.

Xue Huaimin smiled indifferently.

Said: "Although I am only a mere horseman, I also have blood and faith, poverty and lowliness cannot be moved, and wealth and wealth cannot be shaken. ”

"My patriotism is as solid as a rock, even if my blood is splashed here today, my life is enough!"

After speaking, Xue Huaimin shot at the enemy, even if he fought until he was the last person left, even if he was facing sacrifice in the next second, but before he sacrificed, he had to do his best, if he could take away one enemy, he would take one person away.

But Xue Huaimin only had one, and in the end, several bullets from the enemy fell on his chest.

And he also opened his eyes and slowly fell.

When he landed on the ground, completely erased by death, he slowly turned his head, his eyes looking in a certain direction.

Outside the curtain, Bai Heng and the others knew that Xue Huaimin was looking in the direction of the motherland.

I thought the picture would end in the end.

Unexpectedly, in the end, they saw that one of the enemy was holding a sharp knife and slashed Xue Huaimin's stomach, as if they wanted to vent their anger.

When Bai Heng and the others saw this scene, they couldn't help but be angry, their eyes were red, and their hands were clenched tightly.

And after the enemy did this, what they saw also surprised them.

Because they saw tree roots, bark, and weeds in Xue Huaimin's stomach......

Bai Heng and the others also saw it, and they couldn't hold back their tears, nor could they hold back their whimpering.

No matter how difficult the environment of the Anti-Japanese War is, even if it is grass roots and tree bark, what remains unchanged is the patriotic heart, the martyrs, who shed their blood for the country and the people, and would rather die than surrender until the last moment of their lives.

The curtain projects the last scene of Xue Huaimin's sacrifice.

A few people appeared in the minds of Bai Heng and the others again, it was Wang Weiguo!

No, to be precise, not only Wang Weiguo, but also the seven people behind him.

If you look closely, the appearance of these seven people is very similar to Wang Weiguo, and some of them are even brothers at first glance.

Among them, some are about the same age as Wang Weiguo, and some are younger than Wang Weiguo.

In the fantasy of Bai Heng and others, Wang Weiguo only had one arm left, and the other side was empty.

At this time, the curtain was supposed to show Wang Weiguo's message.

It is indeed shown, but it is not only Wang Weiguo that is displayed, but also Wang Weimin, Wang Weijun, and Wang Weiren......

are all "Wang Wei X", eight names, only the last word is different.

Bai Heng was stunned.

It was Wang Weiguo, the only remaining hand, who hugged the shoulders of his comrades-in-arms who looked almost exactly like him, and the other six people also hugged each other shoulder to shoulder.

Wang Weiguo smiled and said to Bai Heng: "The eight of us are comrades-in-arms who fight side by side, and we are also the brothers of the same mother, my father and mother had four children and gave birth to eight of us, I am the eldest brother Wang Weiguo, 24 years old." ”

"I'm my second brother Wang Weimin, 24 years old."

"I am the third brother Wang Weijun, 22 years old"

"I am ......"

"I am Wang Wei'an, the youngest eighth brother, 16 years old." The youngest Wang Wei'an touched the back of his head with his hand, and a shy smile appeared on his still green face.

Bai Heng and others were stunned, the brothers of one mother's compatriots, eight people, from 24 years old, to 22 years old, 19 to 16 years old.

"At the beginning of the war, my father and mother sent us to the battlefield, but unfortunately we couldn't go back, sacrifice, we are not afraid, the only regret is that we failed to support our parents, failed to accompany them, and let them ......"

Bear the grief of losing eight sons.

Guotai and the people, this prosperous era is as you wish, and it lives up to the sacrifices and blood of the martyrs.

(End of chapter)