Chapter 1580 Letter to Mother (asking for monthly votes)
Li Jinhao did not rush to draw lots first.
He just sat there so quietly.
Finally, with the last chopstick left, Li Jinhao slowly stepped forward and took out the chopstick.
He glanced down, a smile appeared on his face, then his expression returned to calm, and he sighed slowly.
The bottom of the chopsticks is surprisingly a little red.
Du Chongwei saw him hanging his head, a look of sadness flashed in his eyes.
In the past few days, he and Li Jinhao had communicated frequently and had become close friends. Thinking of Li Jinhao's heroic death, he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.
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"Those who got the red lottery will stay, and the others will go out first," Sheng Shuyu said.
"Brother Wu." Ye Nantong looked at Ji Yongzhi with red eyes.
He was the youngest action team member in the room. Just as he was about to step forward to draw lots, Ji Yongzhi slapped him on the forehead and then pulled him out. "You haven't even grown your hair yet, so get out of here."
Then, Ji Yongzhi got the red lottery.
Ye Nantong knew that the red lottery ticket should have been his.
"Smelly boy." Ji Yongzhi rubbed Ye Nantong's head vigorously, "Remember, you owe me your life, so you have to live and fight the Japanese."
Ye Nantong's tears could no longer stop.
"Get out of here." Ji Yongzhi kicked Ye Nantong directly and said, "Make melon and eggs."
Du Chongwei came to Li Jinhao and glanced at Li Jinhao.
He knew Li Jinhao's identity. As the nephew of the deputy director of Hangzhou Station, if Li Jinhao didn't take the initiative to draw lots, no one could force him.
However, Li Jinhao took that step without hesitation.
"Be sure to take care." Du Chongwei shook hands with Li Jinhao.
"When our country is in trouble, it is the mission of men of our generation to die for our country." Li Jinhao smiled heartily. He comforted the sad Du Chongwei, "If I really die for my country and the war of resistance is won in the future, please ask Brother Du to pay homage to me at my grave."
Just play a violin in front of me and I will know that we have won."
"Okay! It's a deal!" Du Chongwei nodded vigorously and shook hands with Li Jinhao.
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Sheng Shuyu watched all this in silence, watching the brother who got the live lot and the brother who got the red lot hugging each other goodbye. He didn't say anything, just watched quietly.
Finally, only the brother who got the red lottery was left in the room.
"Let me plan tomorrow's actions." Sheng Shuyu first saluted everyone and then said.
"Everyone will follow Xia Yanhua's command for tomorrow's actions."
"Yes!" everyone said in unison.
Sheng Shuyu looked at Xia Yanhua, "Tomorrow there will be brothers from the Special Situation Division who will accompany us. They are familiar with the situation in Shanghai. If there is an emergency, you need to follow their arrangements."
"I understand." Xia Yanhua nodded.
Sheng Shuyu took a deep look at Xia Yanhua. Xia Yanhua was an operational master he discovered in the West Zhejiang Action Team. Xia Yanhua, who was only 24 years old, was a physical education teacher at Sanmin Middle School in Jiaxing. He was heroic and courageous and was a young cadre that Sheng Shuyu valued very much.
"Everyone, take a look." Sheng Shuyu pointed to the map on the table and asked everyone to gather around. "This is Qimin Hospital, on the south side of Qimin Hospital. We plan to launch an ambush here."
"There is a bridge here."
"We will sneak into this house tonight and control this commanding height."
Sheng Shuyu spoke very slowly. When his subordinates didn't understand something, he would explain it carefully.
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After arranging and deploying tomorrow's action, he looked around at everyone and said, "Tomorrow's action can be said to be a near-death situation."
"The following time is reserved for everyone. If you have anything to say to your family, please prepare it." Sheng Shuyu said.
Li Jinhao took out a notebook from his bag. He sat quietly in the corner, took out a pencil from his bag, and began to write a suicide note.
"Sir Sheng." Someone found Sheng Shuyu.
"Um?"
"I'm illiterate. Can Chief Sheng help me write a letter to my mother?"
"Okay." Sheng Shuyu glanced at this tall and thick man. He remembered that his name was Huang Erniu and he was from Dexian County, Shandong Province. Sheng Shuyu nodded.
He took out his notebook and pencil, "You tell me and I'll write."
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir." Huang Erniu said happily.
He thought for a while and continued, "Mom, I am a second-rate cow. If I have to take action tomorrow, I will probably die."
Speaking of this, Huang Erniu hesitated a little. He asked Sheng Shuyu, "Sir Sheng, what should I do if my mother doesn't know what sacrifice means?"
Sheng Shuyu was silent for a moment and said, "Just say that you died fighting the Japanese."
"In." Huang Erniu nodded, "Mother, I died fighting the Japanese. I am unfilial and cannot go back to see you. The chief said that I died for the country and will receive a pension. This amount
Just take the money and buy whatever you like to eat. I am fulfilling my filial piety."
Sheng Shuyu stopped writing and looked at Huang Erniu, "It's gone?"
"No more." Huang Erniu nodded, and then said quickly, "Also, and my mother, you must live well and live well."
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Sheng Shuyu wrote quickly, then raised his head and asked, "Er Niu, where do you live?"
"There is a big locust tree at the head of the village in Ershilipu, De County, Shandong."
"Okay!" Sheng Shuyu solemnly wrote on the paper, "Shandong De County, Ershilipu, the big locust tree at the head of the village, Huang Erniu."
"Thank you, sir." Huang Erniu bowed deeply to Sheng Shuyu and said happily, "Sir, I have nothing more to say."
Soon, other illiterate brothers also approached Sheng Shuyu for help in writing suicide notes.
At this time, Huang Erniu came over again and asked cautiously, "Sir."
"Um?"
"Can my pension be sent to my mother?"
"Yes!" Sheng Shuyu looked up and saw many brothers looking at him. He nodded heavily, "It must be possible. I'm personally watching this matter. It must be possible."
After hearing this, these men in their twenties breathed a sigh of relief and smiled happily.
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Here, Li Jinhao is still writing. His suicide notes are many and very long.
He originally thought that he only needed to write a paragraph to say goodbye to his mother, but he didn't expect that there seemed to be so much to say. He couldn't stop writing, so he just thought about saying everything he needed to say and thinking about it later.
If I were to tell my mother, there would be no chance.
"The child died for the country, and died in a worthy place. I only miss my mother. I only wish that my mother will be healthy and live a long life, and enjoy her old age. The child is extremely happy even under the nine springs."
"Mother, the child voluntarily died for the country, please don't blame uncle." After thinking about it, Li Jinhao continued to write on a new page, "Mother always teaches the child to be a useful person to the country and the nation.
You were naughty when you were young, which often made you angry, but your mother's earnest teachings will always keep your children in mind. Since ancient times, no one has ever died, and the story of leaving a loyal heart to reflect history. The children still remember in their hearts that this time they died for the country, not seeking to be remembered in history, but only to be remembered in history.
May the fire of my glorious Chinese civilization burn brightly forever, and may my children die without regrets."
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