Elder Tianfeng, facing the cry of the newborn, strolled all the way to the door of the delivery room. He saw an old man and a young man, both of whom had excitement and joy on their faces. At this time, an
Medical staff in white coats happily took out a swaddled baby.
"Congratulations, it's a boy. He weighs six pounds and six taels. Mother and son are safe."
The two hurriedly stepped forward. Qi Guohui burst into tears when he saw the continuation of his life. The old father beside him also burst into tears with excitement. Maybe this is the nature of human beings. The birth of a new life always makes people excited. This is
A continuation of life, a greatness that can only be understood through personal experience.
After a while, the child was carried to the nursing room. Qi Guohui also came to the hospital bed of his wife Xu Yating. He looked at the weak and haggard Xu Yating, and shed tears inadvertently.
"Yating, thank you for your hard work. It's my fault that I couldn't be with you." Qi Guohui said apologetically.
Xu Yating looked at the man in green military uniform in front of her, smiled knowingly, took Qi Guohui's hand, and smiled quietly without saying a word. It was as bright as the sunset outside the window, and she knew in her heart that she was happy.
Qi Haishan was the only one left in the corridor, running back and forth in a hurry. Just as he was about to go downstairs, a strong hand behind him grabbed his shoulder.
Qi Haishan was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw an old man in ragged clothes standing in front of him. He said without much thought: "Fellow, are you okay?"
Taoist priest Tian Feng smiled and said slowly: "Why haven't we seen each other for decades? Have you even forgotten your savior?"
Upon hearing this, Qi Haishan quickly turned around and looked at the immortal old man in front of him again. He couldn't help but frown, and his thoughts were instantly brought back to that war-torn era.
In 1940, the Eighth Route Army gathered 105 regiments, with about 400,000 troops, and launched the "Hundred Regiments War" campaign in North China. Of course, Qi Haishan's regiment also participated in this large-scale battle. Since participating in this large-scale battle in his hometown in 1936
Since joining the Eighth Route Army, he has had a narrow escape from death and has climbed back from the dead countless times. After serving as a soldier for four years, he also became a platoon leader after countless veterans sacrificed their lives.
I still remember that when autumn was approaching, his unit received an order from the regiment headquarters to cover the evacuation of large units. At that time, Qi Haishan understood that the meaning of this mission was to do whatever it took, and he secretly made up his mind to fight the enemy.
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In the evening, the enemy finally launched an offensive and launched a fierce attack towards Qi Haishan's position. The tenacious soldiers of a company almost frantically blocked the enemy's footsteps. Unfortunately, there were too many enemies. After four hours of hard work,
, Qi Haishan saw that there were few comrades left around him. The company commander Sun Renxiang had been shot through the head by the enemy's 38-meter gun an hour ago. At this time, Qi Haishan and his only soldiers were out of ammunition and food.
The remaining four soldiers gathered together, holding the last grenade in their hands, preparing to die together when the enemy came up. The bloody bayonets were also inserted into the muzzles of the guns, and each of them had perseverance and unyielding written on their faces, as if
Using your own body to defend the land under your feet is the best destination in life.
In a moment, the enemy rushed up. Qi Haishan and the four soldiers looked at the enemy who was only ten meters away from them with ferocious expressions, thinking that if they killed one more, they would be enough, and if they killed two, they would earn another. After a roar, the five men rushed forward.
Go up.
The enemy on the opposite side obviously appreciated this kind of "bayonet" battle between trapped animals, and several times the number of enemies surrounded them. After a fight, 4 of the 5 people fell. Qi Haishan's chest was at this time
A long gash was opened by the bayonet, his thigh was stabbed, and his back was stabbed several times. He used the bayonet to support the ground and still stood there. He was almost dying and did not step back.
Waiting for the final glory.
Just when an enemy officer raised his command knife and was about to cut off his head, he did not blink and still stared at the enemy with a stern gaze. But something unexpected happened. A bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck the enemy officer instantly.
It turned into charcoal in an instant, and before Qi Haishan could react, he saw an old man in black robes flying in the wind, holding a lightning-like halo in his hand, falling from the sky, and standing in the center of the battlefield.
The enemy on the opposite side seemed to be stunned by this scene. In an instant, under the command of a commander, countless enemies picked up their guns and shot at the old man in black robe. However, no matter how hard they beat the old man, he remained motionless on the spot. This was also shocking.
Everyone.
The old man's face was dark and sullen, with murderous intent on his face.
He took a deep breath and said vigorously: "Today, I will accept you bunch of Eastern beasts for this day."
After saying that, he raised his backhand and heard the old man blurt out a resonant "Thunder". In an instant, sparks of calcium carbide and countless lightning bolts came out from the old man's hand. The battlefield was suddenly filled with smoke, landslides and ground cracked, and the sound of explosive rocks and rocks was heard endlessly.
He was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he fainted.
When he woke up, he was no longer on the battlefield, but on the hilltop closest to the position. He leaned over and took a look, and was instantly stunned. Nearly a whole group of enemies were lying dead here. He couldn't believe it and recalled the dizzy memories.
At the scene before he fell, he couldn't help but look around, looking for the old man just now.
Not far from him, the old man stood quietly in front of the cliff, looking into the distance.
Qi Haishan worked hard to get up from the ground, coughed and gave a difficult military salute to the old man: "Thank you uncle for saving your life. Uncle, are you a god?"
The old man looked back at the young soldier whose wound had stopped bleeding, sighed and said, "I have no choice but to save you today, but your life should not be cut off."
The old man walked over, helped up the scarred Qi Haishan and said: "Your injuries are not harmful, and don't mention today's incident to anyone, but you have to remember that if I save you today, I will need you to help me one day."
That’s all.”
Qi Haishan immediately knelt down with difficulty and said: "Uncle, you can't repay your life-saving grace. You will definitely go through fire and water. Besides, you killed so many Japanese and avenged our whole company. You are the benefactor of our whole company. From today on
My life belongs to uncle."
The old man shook his head, lifted up Qi Haishan and said with tears in his eyes: "It's not that we as Taoists don't know how to protect our home and country, it's just that we are in it and can't escape. I risked my life to save you today. I just hope you live well in the future."
There will be a day to meet."
After saying this, the old man walked away, leaving Qi Haishan alone.
Later, Qi Haishan's unit heard that a group of enemies had been wiped out by this company, and Qi Haishan, the only one who survived, naturally became a hero and was promoted to battalion commander. Until the end of the war, Qi Haishan
He has never mentioned what happened back then to anyone. He knows what a warrior with faith should and shouldn’t say. Even if he tells the truth, no one will believe it. After so many years, he can still recall that shocking incident from time to time.
It was hard to imagine that this old man would appear in front of him again decades later, still as mysterious and mysterious as before.