The sales of "Shinai Castle Daily" are once again a rare item because of Liu Xueyuan's second battlefield diary.

The 100,000 copies of the rush-printed last night were sold out in less than an hour.

Not only them, but across the country, the "Shini Castle Daily" did not ask for any remuneration to transfer the Liu Xueyuan battlefield diary to newspapers published by local newspapers, but also became the most popular commodity that morning, no doubt about it.

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"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, the battle of the ancient city defense line broke out, Miss Liu Xueyuan's battlefield diary continued again! The Central Independent Regiment's Death Corps killed hundreds of Black Hawk Empire Army with one enemy and ten to kill hundreds of Black Hawk Empire Army again." The newspaper boy was hawking along the street with a bun of Haicheng newspapers that had just been printed. In less than a moment, more than a hundred newspapers in the newspaper boy's pocket were stolen. Many pedestrians who had not bought the newspaper grabbed others and rushed to read them.

An elderly lady reached out to hold the young man next to her and asked tremblingly: "Ji'er, tell me that the newspapers all talk about Moss? Did the Independent Group's Death Company make great contributions?"

"The Death Company?" The young man's eyes suddenly froze and said, "Empress, are you asking about Moss?"

The old lady said proudly: "My young man Hutou wrote back two months ago, saying that he was the squad leader of Mos in the Central Army Independent Regiment's Death Company. He said he was a sergeant, and he had more than ten scoops under his command. I don't know if that was considered a scoop?"

"Your son is the squad leader in the Death Company?" The young man suddenly felt awe-inspiring when he heard this, hurriedly turned to the fourth page of the newspaper, and asked, "Empress, your son's name is Moss?"

The old lady shouted: "My son's name is Wei Hutou. He has been a stingy since he was a child. Everyone said that he will have a future."

"Wei Hu's Head!" The young man's eyes suddenly showed sadness.

At the same time, the young man looked at the old lady who was at least in his sixties with red eyes, and looked carefully.

Wei Hutou appeared twice in the entire newspaper page. Once on the second page of the newspaper, the three words Wei Hutou were listed in the list of 206 death-death soldiers in the publicized list of 206 death-death companies, and his position was indeed the squad leader of the death-death company!

Another time, it appeared in Liu Xueyuan's battlefield diary. It was not because he was a soldier who died in the first battle. However, after raising Wei Hu's body to the tunnel, Zhou Shiyu finally opened his hand that he was holding tightly in his chest and found the yellow black and white photo he wanted to protect.

In that photo, there was a gray-haired old lady. At the last moment of her life, Wei Hutou protected her mother's photo with her hands to prevent her mother from being attacked by the Black Hawk Imperial Army artillery fire.

Everyone cried, including the Chinese people who saw this news. The soldiers were willing to sacrifice their lives to resist the Black Hawk Empire Army. Isn’t it just to protect their mother? The mother who gave him life.

For this reason, Zhou Shiyu specially sent a telegram to the Independent Corps headquarters, hoping that Liu Lang would go to Wei Hutou's house after the war to see Wei Hutou's mother.

Perhaps from that moment on, Zhou Shiyu had already made up his mind to die.

Liu Xueyuan wrote the story of Wei Hutou in the battlefield diary with tears in his tears. He hoped that the fellow villagers of his fellow villagers could help see the aunt. That was the warrior's last wish.

The old lady obviously didn't notice the change in the young man's face and asked with concern: "Ye'er, have you found my youngest son?"

"Finished, found." The young man held back his tears and said, "Empress, this is the list of soldiers who have made meritorious service. Your son's name is on it. He has made great contributions! He is now a hero, a great hero! Maybe after this battle, he may be the platoon leader or even the company commander!"

The old lady smiled happily and said, "Haha, the neighbors at home say the same thing. My youngest son has been promising since childhood."

After saying that, the old lady left tremblingly again. When she passed by the donation for the Ancient City Battle of several young students, she took out five silver dollars from her arms with trembling hands and put them in without hesitation.

As the young man looked at the red eyes and walked forward for more than ten steps, the old lady looked at the fresh and fragrant fried dough sticks on the street, her mouth moved a few times, but she finally turned her head and walked firmly towards a dilapidated old street next to her.

There is one of the poorest streets.

Not far away, the young man finally couldn't help but burst into tears. He resolutely took out the last ten copper plates on his body, threw them half into the donation box, and half went to buy freshly cooked fried dough sticks that the old lady had been watching for a long time, and chased the old lady's back.

In Haicheng, face a window full of dazzling array of goods.

A father and son are looking at each other.

The little boy was only seven or eight years old, wearing leather shoes and overalls, which showed that his family was not bad, but his father was wearing a little shabby. Although he was also wearing a suit, the cuffs had been worn with a slightly old edge, and obviously he had been wearing it for many years.

Seven or eight years old is the age of being a dog. The toy gun in the window obviously attracted the attention of the child. He was bulging his mouth and having a quarrel with his father.

"Son, come, Dad, tell you a story." The thirty-year-old father pulled the little boy and sat down against the window, picked up the newspaper in his hand, and read the diary written by Liu Xueyuan very seriously.

The young father had read every word there several times, and was very familiar with it. He reinterpreted it with his understanding and obviously attracted all the attention of the little boy and threw all the unhappiness that he had not obtained a toy gun before to the Pacific Ocean.

Although the little boy was young and ignorant, he had already had a vague understanding of this war imposed on the nation by the invaders of the Black Hawk Empire, especially the war that took place in Haicheng a year ago, which had a great impact on him.

After listening to the story of his father choked, he thought seriously with his hands on his chin and asked, "Dad, but I don't know why the Dysfunction Company was going to stay on the position and asked to fire at me. Why didn't they run first? If they ran away, wouldn't our guns just kill the Black Hawk Empire without having to blow them?"

The little boy's childish questions made the young father's tears burst out.

Yes! The truth that a child of seven or eight years old understands, will the warriors of the Death Company not know?

Of course they knew, but they couldn't run. Once they ran, the Black Hawk Army would not gather like jackals that smelled prey. The precious shells would not get the best killing. They just wanted to use their bodies as bait, give a thunder blow with their lives, and destroy all the Black Hawk Army.

They just want to tell the Black Hawk Empire Army in their blood that if they want to set foot in the kingdom, they must pay enough to make them heart-wrenching.

"Because, they don't want to run, they want to tell us all the kingdoms that if we take a step back, we can take another ten, hundreds of thousands of steps. We kingdoms must fight with the Black Hawk Empire to the end." The young father clenched his fists.

The little boy nodded seriously, pointed to the toy gun in the street window, and said very seriously: "Dad, I still want that gun. I will start practicing marksmanship from now on. When I grow up, I will specifically kill the Black Hawk Empire Black Hawk Empire."

"Okay, I will definitely buy it for you!" The young father said without hesitation: "I will buy it for you when my father receives his salary next month."

"Dad, why do you have to wait until next month?" The son raised his head, pouted his little mouth again, holding his big black and white eyes, and looked at his father in confusion.

"Because my father has donated all his salary this month to the soldiers in front of him, and now he really has no money to buy a gun for you. Moreover, after he returns home, he may be scolded by your mother." The young father looked into the distance and felt a little lost. If he hadn't had a wife and children to take care of him, he would have wanted to go to the north and fight with the warriors.

"It's okay, Dad, I will explain to you. You are the one who helped the hero fight the Black Hawk Empire." The little boy held his father's hand and comforted him heroically.
Chapter completed!