The game world, the Three Cities Innocent River

The red moon is about to take shape, and not far away, the innocent river that has become a gossip semicircle is slowly flowing, like a dream under the pale red moonlight, and the space is faintly distorted, connecting the border world.

"So...... They came from outside? ”

The trumpeter sitting on the small mound wiped the hand of the small trumpet, and after listening to Jiang Jin's words, he blinked in a daze and reacted for a while, jumped up suddenly, and almost fell down the small dirt slope without standing firmly.

"Be careful." Jiang Jin hurriedly helped him.

"It's okay, it's okay," the trumpeter didn't care to stand firm, "You're the doll in the family?" ”

He looked at Quan Heng, his eyes lit up the moment she nodded, and he said eagerly: "Then are we victorious?" Did you beat those shit out?! ”

"Well, it's out," Kwon Heng nodded seriously and repeated, "It's all out." ”

"His grandmother's, but he fucked that group of bitches back to his hometown," the trumpeter patted his thigh excitedly, and smiled after glancing at Jiang Jin, "I knew we could do it!" ”

He then climbed up the small dirt slope, stood under the military flag, and shouted excitedly to the position with his hands half-folded: "Brothers! Hear me! We're victorious! Get those brutes out!

"Brethren! We've won!! Our team knocked out all the jackals!! ”

The long wind swept the flag, and the sound echoed in this battlefield for a long time, but it was so empty that no one responded.

The ammunition box was still leaning against the trench, the broadsword was still on the position, but the people were gone.

Over here...... He was the only one left.

The smile on the trumpeter's face slowly faded, and he stood alone under the banner, like a lonely tower watching.

Everyone behind him was silent.

"I was ...... Joining the war at the age of fifteen is not the youngest. Many of our comrades-in-arms had their families killed by the enemy, and they followed us to fight in order to protect their families and defend the country. I still remember that when I left, the old man in the village said, 'Wait for us to go back for the New Year', but unfortunately I couldn't eat crispy meat again. ”

The commander wiped away his tears as he spoke, "Millions of people have come out of my comrades-in-arms' hometowns one after another, and I don't know how many have returned. ”

Quan Heng was silent and did not answer, she knew very well that in the end, only a few hundred thousand people went back, not even a tenth.

"When I left home, I filled my pocket with dirt from the hill in front of the city." As he spoke, the trumpeter carefully took out an old cloth from his pocket and slowly opened it, and inside was the soil that he had treasured closely, which had been soaked with blood and clotted into soil.

"I've been keeping it in my heart as if I hadn't left home."

There was a clean smile on his gray face, and his clear eyes seemed to glow in the night, with tears of hope.

"I think that where I die in battle, I will return to my homeland."

The war raged, and aspiring young people sacrificed their lives for the country, and most of them did not even leave their names.

"The war is too cruel. I used to do cooking classes and cook for hundreds of people, and then I came back with only a few people. ”

"But we must take up arms and drive the jackals out, and if we don't fight this battle, we will have to leave it to future generations! We don't carry it ourselves, and outsiders can't carry it! We must fight to the end! ”

Flesh and blood build the Great Wall, guard the peace of the rivers and mountains, and stick to the light from the darkness, and dig out the vitality from the hopeless.

"That's right! That's what it is! ”

The girl's voice suddenly sounded, and everyone turned their heads to see a female soldier in a military uniform running towards her.

"You just shouted victory, did you shout?"

The little girl stopped in front of everyone with a big knife on her back.

"You are?" Jiang Jin was stunned.

"Minghe," she turned to salute, looking like she was fourteen or fifteen years old, "Zijun." ”

Jiang Jin saluted, looked at her in a daze, and asked her softly, "You...... How old is it? ”

"Not counting here," Minghe replied, "it's fourteen years old." ”

"It's only fourteen ......," Jiang Jin exhaled with a trembling breath.

"It's not small," Minghe retorted, "I have guarded Shencheng, there are many soldiers younger than me, Lebei is only eleven years old, and he also tells foreign soldiers about machine guns, and the soldiers obey him!"

"And Mr. taught us that the rise and fall of a country is the responsibility of the husband.

"That's what I'm supposed to do, and when I go back to the Qinhuai River later, it's the same."

"Shencheng ......" Jiang Jin suddenly remembered something, "What team are you from in Qinhuai?" ”

"Red Mountain Orphans."

Minghe replied, carrying a real big knife, and his gray face was a pair of clear and bright eyes.

"Orphan Army......?!"

An Yue'e trembled her lips and looked over with wide eyes, "Are you a member of the orphan army?!" ”

Minghe nodded.

"Come here," An Yue'e stretched out her hand, tears falling down, "You let me see you." ”

Minghe walked over, "You are also Qin Huai's?" ”

"I am." An Yue'e nodded, looked at her carefully, and reached out to help Minghe push the hair behind her ear, but saw a fatal wound from the forehead piercing into the skull.

An Yue'e withdrew her trembling hand and smiled reluctantly, "Who doesn't know you on the banks of the Qinhuai River, the heroes of Xiaohongshan." ”

The oldest of the Red Mountain Orphans is sixteen years old, and the youngest is only ten years old.

The earliest was the orphan adopted by three nuns in Jiashan Temple, and more than 60 children spontaneously formed a team to resist the war, and they were brave.

"The young son is innocent, but there are no eggs under the nest," An Yue'e wept with trembling lips, "those beasts began to plague the people before they entered the city, and the corpses on the roadside were piled up...... The kids hate it too. ”

However, some beasts recognized the thief as their father, which attracted the enemy to sweep and encircle them, and these children were finally forced into the cave, lit bombs and died with the enemy.

That year, the average age of the Red Mountain Heroes was 16 years old.

"They all say that fighting a war is a man's business," An Yue'e wiped her tears and reluctantly cheered up and smiled, "But our girls also have to protect their families and defend the country, and they are never worse than men." ”

"Defending the country does not discriminate between men and women. We have a lot of girls, and we have a lot of them on the battlefield. ”

Minghe straightened the big knife behind him.

"We are not only in the rear, there are female soldiers on the front! We are not absent from every battle, and we are at the forefront of every battle! I have an older sister who used to follow the Long March, and the lesbians who said they were persecuted and had their little feet wrapped also followed the team. ”

"Yes, at that time, the female comrades of the Long March came to menstruation, and in order not to delay the march, some jumped directly into the ice lake, and even malnourished and did not come directly, and many of them suffered from gynecological diseases because of improper handling." Jiang Jin sighed.

"Our comrades are all good." Minghe tilted his head to look at Quan Heng and asked stubbornly, "It's always been like this, right?" ”

"Yes."

Kwon Heng nodded.

"After the victory, there was the Great Patriotic War, which was the largest number of female soldiers who participated in the war, and they were all fighting hard battles on the front line.

"Women have never been absent from the cause of patriotism, they are all heroes."

"Well," Minghe asked with a smile on his immature face, "you haven't forgotten us, have you?" ”

"I ......"

"They rarely appear in foreign campaign films, and they are even used to replace them," the Mad Hatter suddenly spoke, frowning slightly, "You guys aren't you?" ”

Quan Heng was stunned, turned his head to look at him, and his pupils moved slightly.

Minghe looked up at the foreigner, and then looked at Quan Heng: "...... Will it do so? ”

"I see who dares! If anyone dares to do this, they will be beaten up for Lao Tzu! ”

The trumpeter slid down a small dirt slope.

"These are our comrades who have passed their lives! No one can do without it! Everybody is good! ”

"Well said," Jiang Jin nodded, "It is the responsibility of all our people to protect the family and defend the country, this is our common history, no one can lack it, and no one can be forgotten." ”

"If this history is forgotten," Ms. An wept, "I ask you to find it and remember it, or make it my eternal epitaph." ”

"It is difficult to bury the bones in the homeland, and the sky and the universe can be buried. We never seek to go down in history, horse leather shroud. ”

Minghe raised his hand and pointed to the unmanned trench, deafening.

"But this past cannot be forgotten by the world, let alone by our compatriots!"