Chapter 254 Even if blood is spilled here today, my life is enough

Author: Qingqing Platycodon

Chapter 254 Even if blood is spilled here today, my life is enough

The country and people have never forgotten.

Take you home.

Almost as soon as Bai Heng said these words, the hearts of Xue Huaimin and others instantly felt sour and warm.

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

They didn't expect anything in return or anyone to remember them.

They just want to protect their country and the land and their homes behind them.

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

How could they not be moved and unhappy?

Life is a citizen of the motherland, death is the soul of the motherland.

Who is willing to bury their bones in a foreign country? No matter how nice the foreign country is, it is not their roots.

Even if they die, they will fall and return to their roots. Even if they are no longer there, only a trace of their souls will remain. Their souls and spirits will last forever, guarding this land and the people on this land.

"Now that the country is getting better and better, we are relieved."

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

"Happy! Happy!" Wang Weiguo and dozens of others raised their hands high, their faces full of joy, and their tears fell uncontrollably, and they couldn't be wiped away no matter how hard they wiped them away.

But both Bai Heng and Xue Huaimin knew that these were tears of joy.

Xue Huaimin and others hugged each other, looking at Bai Heng and others with eyes full of tears, and smiled slowly, with joy, satisfaction, and peace 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 others were in a trance for a moment, then came back to their senses and looked at each other. There was no one except themselves.

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. Perhaps this was the magic of the detector that allowed them to see this.

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

Where the detector's original display screen was, something like a curtain was projected in mid-air.

The curtain is 3 meters by 2 meters in size.

First, lines of words are displayed.

Xue Huaimin

Aged 37

People from Ximei Village, Huping County, Haicheng City

…

First, a series of Xue Huaimin's personal information, age of sacrifice, and hometown are displayed.

The person responsible for registration will immediately record this information.

Bai Heng originally thought that Xue Huaimin, who looked a bit older and very mature, would be in his forties or fifties, but he didn't expect that he was only 37 years old, which was in his prime.

The writing on the curtain gradually faded away, replaced by pictures.

Bai Heng and others knew that this was the last scene showing the sacrifice of Xue Huaimin and others.

Just like those black-and-white movie projections from the 1970s and 1980s, a battlefield appeared on the illusory curtain.

All people and things are in black and white.

But it also reflects the fighting conditions of the martyrs when they first fought.

Bombs dropped by enemy aircraft circling left deep craters, and artillery continued to approach.

No matter how hard we persist, the enemy is strong and we are weak, and the position will eventually fall.

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

The enemy's guns were pointed at him, hoping to see him surrender, and even started offering inducements.

Xue Huaimin smiled calmly.

He said: "Although I am just a mere man, I still have blood and faith. I cannot be moved by poverty or poverty, nor can I be shaken by wealth."

"My patriotism is as solid as a rock. Even if blood is spilled here today, it will be enough for me in this lifetime!"

After saying that, Xue Huaimin fired at the enemy. Even if he fought until he was the last person left, even if he faced sacrifice in the next second, he would do his best to take away an enemy before he sacrificed.

Just take one person away.

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

And he also opened his eyes and slowly fell down.

When he landed on the ground and was completely wiped out of consciousness by death, he slowly turned his head and stared in a certain direction.

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

I thought the scene would end at the end.

Unexpectedly, at the end they saw one of the enemies slashing open Xue Huaimin's stomach with a sharp knife, as if they wanted to vent their anger.

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

What the enemy saw after doing this surprised them.

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

Bai Heng and others also saw it. After all, they couldn't hold back the tears and couldn't hold back the sobs.

No matter how difficult the environment of the Anti-Japanese War was, even if they were eating grass roots and bark, what remained unchanged was the patriotism. The martyrs shed their lives and blood for the country and the people, and would rather die than surrender until the last moment of their lives.

The curtain projected the final scene of Xue Huaimin's sacrifice.

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

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

If you look carefully, these seven people look very similar to Wang Weiguo, and some of them even look like brothers.

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

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

At this time, the curtain should have displayed Wang Weiguo's message.

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

They are all "Wang Wei x", eight names, only the last character is different.

Bai Heng was stunned.

On the other hand, Wang Weiguo, with his only remaining hand, hugged the shoulder of his comrade who looked almost exactly the same as him. The other six people also put their shoulders on each other and hugged each other.

Wang Weiguo smiled and said to Bai Heng: "The eight of us are comrades fighting side by side, and we are also brothers from the same mother. My parents had four children, and they gave birth to eight of us. I am the eldest brother Wang Weiguo, 24 years old."

"I am the 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 a shy smile on his still young face.

Bai Heng and others were stunned. There were eight brothers from the same mother, ranging from 24 to 22 years old, and 19 to 16 years old.

"When we came to support the war, my parents sent us to the battlefield. It's a pity that we couldn't go back. We're not afraid of sacrifice. The only regret is that we couldn't provide for our parents in old age, couldn't be by their side, and let them..."

Bearing the pain of losing eight sons.

The country is peaceful and the people are safe, this prosperous age is as you wish, and it is worthy of the sacrifice and blood of the martyrs.
Chapter completed!