After speaking, Cao Lei suddenly lowered his head and became silent. Chen Kun saw Cao Lei's appearance and asked, "Why don't you speak?" Cao Lei sighed: "We are still in school, how could our family agree to let us go to Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts."
Chen Kun smiled angrily after hearing this and reached out and slapped him hard on the head: "Why are you so stupid? Who said that only Shaolin Temple can learn martial arts. Besides, we can only learn some showmanship when we go to Shaolin Temple. It's not good for us.
It’s useless. What we need to learn are some practical skills.”
Cao Lei's eyes lit up after hearing this, and while rubbing his head with his hands, he asked stupidly: "Then where can we go to study?" Chen Kun didn't speak, just looked at me with his eyes.
Glory thought for a while: "Do you know Grandpa Zhang?" Cao Lei rushed to ask after hearing the question: "Do you know him as the guy with white hair, a beard on his face, and a bit lame in his legs? He often sits alone in front of your house.
On the big bluestone at the entrance of the alley, there is an old man listening to the radio with a radio in his hand."
Glory nodded: "Yes, Grandpa Zhang is an old Eighth Route Army man. He fought against the Japanese during the Anti-Japanese War and the Kuomintang during the three-year War of Resistance. He participated in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam and the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. He once stopped an attack by a US company by himself.
After running out of ammunition, fight with bayonets until reinforcements arrive. You should know how many people there are in a company. You should know. If he didn't know how to use force, he would have died long ago. How many seniors were there in the war years?
He died on the battlefield, but he is still alive, which is proof. He used killing techniques on the battlefield, and I think this is very practical for us." Before he could finish his words, Cao Lei took my and Chen Kun's hands and said
Run in the direction of my home.
Grandpa Zhang lives alone and has no relatives. Due to an injury to his leg, he walks with a slight limp. Life is inconvenient, so the neighbors will help him with whatever they can when it is convenient for him.
During the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, his leg was injured by a bomb, and the shrapnel has not been taken out yet. I once asked Grandpa Zhang why he didn't go to the hospital to take out the shrapnel. But Grandpa Zhang said, keep it, stay and be a doctor.
Memorial. How many brothers went to the battlefield with me and died on the battlefield without coming back. Keeping it reminds me of those comrades who sacrificed their lives and reminds me not to forget them. Grandpa Zhang often tells me his past events,
He showed off to me the medals he had won and the scars on his body.
This makes me yearn for it. He is a hero, a true unsung hero.
Let us pay tribute to those who died on the battlefield.
When An's mother first moved here, she heard that Grandpa Zhang was a lonely old man, so she often came to help Grandpa Zhang with housework, washing clothes, and cooking. He was like his biological father to Grandpa Zhang.
When Grandpa Zhang heard that something happened to An's mother, he often cried secretly alone. One person muttered that An Yun was a good girl who left so young. She was so kind, why didn't she let me be useless?
The old man died for her. If I knew who these bastards were, I would kill them with my own gun. Grandpa Zhang never shed tears when he was injured on the battlefield, but now he is secretly crying for An’s mother.
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When we arrived at the gate of Grandpa Zhang’s house, we saw Grandpa Zhang watering the vegetables grown in the yard.