"They don't have much time left, I'm afraid it's just a matter of these two days."

Standing next to the hospital bed was a young doctor, the apprentice of Jiang Yongxin.

The two seriously injured people on the hospital bed were cared for by young doctors.

"Did they give their last words?" Zhao Zhiguo asked.

The two seriously injured people had fallen into a deep coma and it was impossible to wake them up.

"No, it was already difficult to speak when they were delivered. My master, Dean Jiang, reluctantly performed an operation on them and they survived until today."

The young doctor was a little sad.

He had never been to a battlefield, but in the hospital, he saw the cruelty of war.

"How do you deal with the wounded who died in the hospital?" Zhao Zhiguo asked.

"The body was kept overnight, cremated the next night, and put into a box or jar," the young doctor said.

Changshan Hospital is not very big, and they do not have freezers to store corpses.

In order to prevent the body from decomposing, the best way is to cremate it as soon as possible.

Then label the urn with their name and home address.

If their family can be found, they will be sent back to their hometown.

If family members cannot be found, they will bury them together.

Zhao Zhiguo and Yao Pengju came to the place where the ashes were stored.

There are several storage racks inside, divided into six upper and lower levels, with hundreds of urns and urns neatly placed.

Not every urn has a name and address on it. The soldier nameplates on them were destroyed in the war, and there are no other things on them to mark their identities.

"The management here has been handed over to the wounded, and they will come and clean it every day," the young doctor said.

Some of the wounded stayed at the hospital to work.

This room is the cleanest room in the hospital. Although it is a bit dark, there is no moldy smell.

"Those who have no names, their identities are being verified based on the rosters of each army and the records of our hospital." said the young doctor.

"Have none of these found their families?" Zhao Zhiguo asked.

"Liu Haizhu, Sun Ting, Qian Dajin, Li Dawei..."

The young doctor read out more than a dozen names at once, and Zhao Zhiguo was stunned as he listened.

"Eighteen of them have been verified and there is no one at their home address or their family members have left. We plan to bury them collectively at the cemetery we prepared at noon tomorrow."

On the east side of the hospital, one kilometer away, the soldiers opened up a piece of wasteland to bury these martyrs.

"Yao Pengju, let's leave tomorrow!" Zhao Zhiguo had a few tears in his eyes.

After years of mourning the heroes in the old place, the grass and flowers are filled with mourning.

But seeing the marks in my eyes fade away easily, I feel sad that the blood in my chest is hard to heal.

To mourn is not to stop pouring out tears, but to endure the pain is to endure the pain.

Only by protecting China from this hatred can we sacrifice our souls.

The wilderness is vast and the breeze can make it cold.

On the hills, the heroes transformed into another form to protect this land.

"put!"

Gunshots sounded, calling for the heroic spirits in the sky!

"put!"

The gunfire rang out again, waking up the sleeping China!

"put!"

The sound of gunfire ends, this is the music to the death of the invaders!

After the troops were brought back, Zhao Zhiguo picked up a handful of loess and sprinkled it in front of the tombstones of the martyrs.

"You just watch here quietly, watching China become stronger and stronger. I will be with you when the time comes." Zhao Zhiguo sobbed.

The green grass swayed in the breeze, and they seemed to be bidding farewell to the world on behalf of the martyrs.

Horseshoe Xiao Xiao, Zhao Zhiguo and Yao Peng drive the horse to Anyang Town.

The familiar atmosphere from the paving eases the pain in Zhao Zhiguo's heart.

"Commander, you're here, I will report to the deputy commander." A platoon leader took the horse.

"Don't worry, Yao Peng gives you to see Takakura first, I'll go back home."

Zhao Zhiguo did not dare to compare himself compared with Dayu.

"Hey, commander, then we won't bother you." Yao Pengju's expression.

The sound of reading in the yard makes people feel comfortable.

Because it is peaceful, there is a reading environment, and there is a sound of reading.

When Zhao Zhiguo came to school, he was in class time.

The clean stone bench is like an old man who witnessed history. He witnessed the change of grass and wood in the school.

The sound of the leaves of the wow is a small report to Zhao Zhiguo.

Zhao Zhiguo sat on a stone bench, leaning against the big tree, closed his eyes to support God.

The past of the Pangjia Courtyard all emerged in front of the scene.

Now it is the more vibrant children replaced the Pang family of the old dragon bell.

This reading sound is the hope of Huaxia's future.

The bell sounded, and the school's yard seemed to suddenly exploded.

The original empty yard was full of laughter and laughter.

Zhao Zhiguo's mouth raised slightly, and this noise soothed the war creative trauma that stayed in his heart.

"Who are you looking for?"

A little girl around eight -year -old, with twist braids, squatted in front of Zhao Zhiguo, crooked her head and looked at Zhao Zhiguo.

Zhao Zhiguo opened his eyes: "Do you just come to study this year?"

"Hmm! Last year, my brother came first." Said the little girl.

"I'm here to find Teacher Sun." Zhao Zhiguo smiled on his face, "Do you know Teacher Sun?"

"Know! Teacher Sun taught my brother last year."

With Zhao Zhiguo's victory, more and more of the victory, the reputation, many young people with aspiring youths have been thousands of miles, and they did not leave to work hard. They rushed to Zhao Zhiguo's defense zone.

Most of these young people have read books.

The ink in the stomach is much thicker than the old age of the soldiers.

Zhao Zhiguo will naturally not send these intellectuals to the battlefield. This is a waste of national resources.

There are many tasks that can be arranged in the resident. For example, in the hospital, Jiang Yongxin's apprentices have students from a certain university in China. There are also many young people who have attended college in the school as teachers.

Some have joined the propaganda troops, and some are added to the secret and electric departments ...

With the increasing teachers in the school, Sun Siying's work pressure has been reduced a lot. Almost every age every age has a special teacher responsible.

Unlike the Chinese teacher, the Chinese teacher has to teach mathematics, geography, history, and county positions.

"How is Teacher Sun in your eyes? Are you amazing?" Zhao Zhiguo wanted to inquire about what Sun Siying looked like in the eyes of the children.

"Teacher Sun is gentle most of the time, but sometimes it will be fierce!" Said the little girl.

"How did she be fierce you?"

"Sometimes we are playful, forget the bells of class, she is so fierce!"

The little girl stood in front of Zhao Zhiguo, holding her waist with both hands and bulging her mouth.

"Hahaha"

Zhao Zhiguo was amused by the little girl.

"Xiao Jing, what are you doing?" Sun Siying's voice came from not far away.
Chapter completed!