Chen Haihui rode a horse he got from nowhere and rushed to the ferry. As soon as he got off the horse, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Lin Youde's shoulder.
"Why did you come here!"
"Why can't I run here?" Lin Youde shook off Chen Haihui's hand, stepped on the gangplank and was about to board the ship, but was grabbed again.
Chen Haihui casually pointed in the direction of the distant gunfire and said: "Although the German army is retreating, they still maintain combat effectiveness and organization, and are even capable of counterattack. They are only a few miles away, and it is very dangerous here!
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"I won't come if it's not dangerous. I haven't seen any big storms in the past ten years. You underestimate me." After saying this, Lin Youde threw Chen Haihui away again and walked onto the springboard.
Chen Haihui wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Josephine and Ba.
"We are here, don't worry." Josephine said, Chen Haihui said, while flashing the portable equipment hidden under the military uniform.
Seeing Lin Youde boarding the boat, Chen Haihui shook his head and followed him onto the gangplank.
After a while, Lin Youde came to the other side of the river. The pungent smell when he stepped out of the boat made him frown. Lin Youde was already used to the smell of gunpowder smoke, but the smell of corpses, the stench of burnt human flesh, etc. were all torturous.
Touching Lin Youde's nose made his stomach twitch.
He knew that the battlefield after a fierce battle would smell bad, but he did not expect that the stench would be so terrifying.
Ba immediately recited a short verse and used his own ability to open a small-scale barrier, which greatly reduced the stench. This made Lin Youde breathe a sigh of relief and thanked his wife with his eyes. Lin Youde also expressed his gratitude to Neng.
The soldiers who stand firm on such a battlefield gain a lot of respect.
With the protection provided by his wife, Lin Youde walked along a newly cleared road and soon came to the location of the former Aztec Division command post. He stood on this small earthen mound and looked around.
The entire battlefield has a panoramic view.
Lin Youde stood here, silently looking at this devastated scene for a long time.
Finally, he sighed and turned to Chen Haihui, who had been standing beside him: "How many living people did you find? Where are they?"
"That's why I said you shouldn't come." Chen Haihui said unceremoniously. "The wounded were immediately transferred to our field rescue center. There are only dead people here. You went to the wrong place to express condolences to the soldiers."
"No," Lin Youde shook his head. "I'm not here to condolences the soldiers. I'm here to take a last look at the heroes who died in battle. Take a look at the place where they died."
Lin Youde stood facing the wind, and some kind of emotion surged in his chest, pushing him to sing softly the famous song that would become popular all over the country in later generations.
"The beacon smoke is billowing and the heroes are singing, and the green hills all around are listening."
It was originally a good song composed by an old artist, and with the addition of Lin Youde's abundant emotions at this time and the addition of plug-ins, it immediately attracted the full attention of the people around him as soon as it was uttered.
“On a sunny day, there is thunder and golden drums, the waves of the sea make harmonious sounds, and the people’s warriors drive away tigers and leopards, risking their lives to preserve peace.”
At this time, someone interrupted Lin Youde.
"Report, this was found in the arms of a soldier." As he spoke, the tearful soldier handed a tattered eighteen-star flag to Lin Youde. Lin Youde shook the flag open and found that it had been chipped off by shrapnel.
A third of it was covered, and the remaining part was covered with bullet holes and ugly blood stains. Any rag in the world was far cleaner and more beautiful than it.
Lin Youde slowly folded the flag bit by bit and handed it to his wife behind him.
"Why is the battle flag so beautiful? The blood of heroes dyes it red." Always there, the lives of heroes bloom."
In the past, Lin Youde once complained to his teacher in music class, saying that the second section of "Hymn to Heroes" was too exaggerated, and he used his Secondary 2 characteristics to sing this section during a school chorus performance and secretly paddled. When he grew up, he also used to
He joked that this paragraph is simply possessed by Long Aotian...
But now Lin Youde fully understands the lyricist's mood when he created it. Maybe one person can't do those things in the lyrics, but the problem is. The heroes in the song are not one person, they are a whole group, so they should be worse than Long Aotian.
Impossible.
With such fierce emotions, Lin Youde held back the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes and sang the second verse of the lyrics that his ignorant self had laughed at.
"The hero suddenly jumped out of the trench, and a bolt of lightning split the sky. The ground sank into the sky alone, and the sky fell, holding his hands up. His feet were blazing in the fire, and his whole body was glittering with rainbows."
This time when Lin Youde entered the chorus, some soldiers who had heard him sing the first verse began to sing along, and the catchy melody began to spread on the battlefield: "Why is the battle flag so beautiful and the blood of the hero dyed red?"
It, why does the spring of the earth always exist, and the lives of heroes bloom with flowers!"
Lin Youde didn't know what happened to the soldier who roared "shoot at me" in the end, but he had already made up his mind to shape him into Wang Cheng in this time and space.
This is not simply political propaganda, it is a tribute to heroes. Their bravery deserves to be publicized in the most thorough way, and their deeds should be known to every household.
"With the roar of tigers and the roar of cannons, the rivers and seas turned upside down and the heaven and earth collapsed. Holding the blasting barrel tightly with both hands, fire and blood surged from the angry eyes. The enemy rotted and turned into soil, and the brave warriors turned into stars."
As soon as this sentence came out, many people subconsciously touched the miniature eighteen-star badge on their military uniforms.
After the song ended, Lin Youde's mood still couldn't calm down. He gasped for air. The cold air made him feel much better.
After staying like this for a while, he turned around and said to Chen Haihui: "Let's go see the warriors who are still alive."
As soon as he entered the door of the medical clinic, Lin Youde met He Laoliu face to face.
"Master Lin!" He Laoliu was startled and was about to stand up and salute Lin Youde.
"No, no, no," Lin Youde reached out and pushed the old man back to his position, "I didn't even know you were still alive. This is the first good news I received today."
"I would like to use these old bones in exchange for some young dolls." He Laoliu said with tears streaming down his face. With trembling hands, he took out the folded letter paper from his arms and handed it to Lin Youde, "This is
A pilot, the last letter given to me. After Mr. Chen’s troops came up, I searched for him for a long time, but couldn’t even find his body... I can’t read, Mr. Lin, please help me and pass it to his wife."
Lin Youde took it and opened it and looked at the title, and he immediately understood who had left the text.