() Others were used to the girl's constant curiosity, so they were not surprised. But Wang Xiaobo was so interested in the metal plaque, which caught the little snake's attention. He took a look at it.
Wang Xiaobo, who was about to set off, asked: "What are those cards and why are you interested?"
When Wang Xiaobo asked, he took out the metal plaque, looked at it carefully for a while and then said: "I also have the same plaque, but it is slightly smaller than this one, and it is also smaller than mine."
There are a few more patterns, they must be in the same group as mine, but I don’t know what they are for?”
In fact, Wang Xiaobo also kept a hand. Of course he knew the use of the metal plaque in his hand. It was also because of that plaque that he discovered the cave in his hometown. Although he only surveyed less than a third, the contents inside were
It is absolutely first-class. Originally, I planned to go on another adventure with Marin during the National Day, but now that such a metal plate has appeared, I want to study it carefully with Marin.
Little Snake then understood that Wang Xiaobo was interested in Master Bao's piece because he also had such a tile, and he said casually: "When you go back, you can go to Southern Shaolin, maybe you can figure out the mystery."
Gao Jingtang glanced at the metal plaque and knew that there must be many truths in it, but after decades of ups and downs, he no longer had much interest in some strange things. What's more, he could already hear Wang Xiaobo's reluctance.
The cryptic taste of the words also led to the words: "The action just now was not small, let's get out of here quickly."
Wang Xiaobo nodded and said loudly: "It's almost time. Let's set off to join Big Dog and the others."
Feimao held a dozen grenades in his hand and laughed loudly: "Tmd, today is really fun. It's really interesting for the wild wolf to fuck you."
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up." Wang Xiaobo said, taking the lead and rushing forward.
After the group of people walked about twenty kilometers, they saw another team coming down from the mountain. When Wang Xiaobo saw that the person walking in front of the team was the political commissar of the Red Army, he also smiled and greeted them: "From the Nanman soldiers."
He jumped out of the encirclement, congratulations."
When the political commissar saw Wang Xiaobo, he also smiled broadly: "Thanks to you for beating that guy there this time. You probably hurt them. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to withdraw the troops so hastily."
Wang Xiaobo thought that the political commissar of the red trip was really understanding. He even knew their little plan. No wonder he could exist in this foreign country for more than ten years. So he waved his hand and said: "One family doesn't talk about two things."
Family talk, but in this way, you are also exposed, why don’t you rush across the border and go home with us?”
The political commissar looked back at the dozen soldiers behind him, and a burst of tears welled up in his heart. He thought back then that he led more than 200 Red Guards to the front line against imperialism for the sake of world revolution, and now only what is left behind him
The dozen or so soldiers could not help but sigh: "I am a sinner, and I feel sorry for those brothers who sacrificed their lives here. Although the world is very big, only this land is my destination, because here are my two hundred
There are so many heroic souls of brothers, I have to accompany them. However, the dozen brothers behind me, I hope you can take them back, thank you." After saying that, he knelt down and kowtowed heavily to Wang Xiaobo three times.
A ringing head.
Wang Xiaobo quickly helped him up: "Why is this necessary? Let's go back together!"
"Political Commissar, you have been here for more than ten years. We will follow you. If we die together, we will die together."
"Political Commissar, if you want to go back, go back together, otherwise, we will fight with you to the end."
"Yes! If you don't leave, we won't leave either."
The dozen or so soldiers left on the Red Journey are all worthy of being called bloody men, and they also expressed their belief in sharing life and death with the political commissar.
The political commissar turned around and faced the brothers who had fought with him for more than ten years. After bowing deeply, he pulled out a pistol from his waist and said to his temple: "Thank you all for these ten years."
Trust me and go back, otherwise, I will accompany those more than 200 brothers."
"Political Commissar you——"
"Let's go!" the political commissar said decisively with tears in his eyes.
The dozen or so soldiers were stunned and all knelt down.
Wang Xiaobo and his team watched this scene helplessly, and their hearts were bleeding. Yes, for more than ten years, these young people under the age of twenty have struggled alone abroad for more than ten years for a vain ideal.
Year, now, their ideals have been shattered, what is left? Only Qingshan can bury their loyal bones everywhere, which may be the best place for them. But the political commissar's decision is obviously a reflection and the final atonement.
Feimao couldn't help it anymore. He grabbed the political commissar's arm tightly and said with tears in his eyes: "You must go back. My cousin was with you back then. You have to give his parents an explanation."
The political commissar glanced at Feimao and murmured to himself: "Explanation? Yes, there must be an explanation." Suddenly, he broke away from Feimao's hands, rushed two steps to the north, and knelt down again.
, shouted: "Brothers, I apologize to your parents."
"Bang!" gunfire sounded.
The leaves fell rustling, the birds hurriedly passed by, the earth seemed to be whimpering, and the sunshine seemed to dim at that moment.
The smell of blood rose into the sky, and the political commissar slowly fell to the ground.
"political commissar!"
"political commissar!"
There were cries and screams.
Wang Xiaobo slowly took off his hat, stood solemnly in front of the political commissar, and bowed deeply. Feimao, Little Snake, Little Panda, and even Gao Jingtang and Yaonv also bowed deeply.
The soldiers from the Red Army also gathered around and knelt in front of the political commissar.
There were no tears in their eyes, and there seemed to be no grief. A large red flag of the journey was unfolded, and four people grabbed the four corners and gently covered the political commissar's body.
Gunfire rang out. Submachine guns, carbines, and 38-guns rang out at the same time.
"Political Commissar, walk slowly!"
"Political Commissar, go on your way, we will see you off."
"For the sake of great sacrifice, I dare to ask the sun and the moon to change the sky." The leader's quotation song played its unique tragic sound in this strange land, breaking through the earth and tearing the sky.
This is the farewell of a comrade-in-arms; this is the farewell of a brother; this is also a special funeral for their red journey.
There was a pit, a red journey flag, no coffin, no straw mat, and no tombstone. There was only a simple wooden stick standing there. There was no name on it, and there was no explanation.
A political commissar on a red tour, a young man in his thirties, and a student who set foot on a foreign country in pursuit of his so-called ideal ended his life in repentance.
"In any case, he has his own ideals and has fought for them. Although it is a bit utopian, after all, he burned himself with his ideals. He is a hero worthy of praise." Wang Xiaobo murmured to himself and waved his hand.
, said to the soldiers on the red journey: "Let's go! Let's go home!"
Go home! Who doesn’t want to go home? These two words contain the ups and downs of more than ten years. Now that they are really going home, they are like waking up from a dream, and they can’t help but shed two lines of tears in their eyes.
Parents in the dream, are you okay? The city and alma mater have become phantoms in their eyes, and now they have become solid at the moment they are about to go home.
"Go home, we are going home." Someone shouted hysterically. Then, the cheers shook the sky, and the depressing air became lively.
Wang Xiaobo smiled so brightly. Although these people were in tattered clothes, they were all his compatriots and brothers. He had an obligation to bring them back to the motherland, which was also his responsibility.
"We will count the number of people and ensure that none of you will be brought back to the motherland." Wang Xiaobo said, looking sharply at the group of soldiers.
After all, those soldiers had been fighting in this difficult predicament for more than ten years, and the discipline was indeed very strict. When Wang Xiaobo said roll call, they immediately lined up consciously.
Sixteen, sixteen warriors from the Red Journey lined up in front of Wang Xiaobo with excitement on their faces.
Wang Xiaobo's eyes silently swept over each soldier's face, as if he saw their hopes. He said no more, waved his hand resolutely, and took the lead to walk north.
The sixteen soldiers also looked at the land with some nostalgia for the last time and followed them in large strides. This was a kind of determination; a kind of awakening in abnormality; a kind of no hesitation.
Flying Cat, Little Snake and others also took one last look at the political commissar's grave, shook their heads and followed quickly.
A gust of wind blew by, and the leaves rustled to the ground, finally returning to silence.
The dream begins here and ends here. What is lost is not only a life, but also the deformed ideal of a generation.
