Lu Zitao comes from a good family. He has been a pampered young master since he was a child. He is supported by others at home, and he is favored and respected when he travels abroad. However, since he went to school, this young master's temperament has also changed. I don't know when he started to feel something in his heart.
Although the concept of country and nation is not very clear, it is always there.
The Battle of Songhu broke out, and news of the bloody battles of the frontline soldiers appeared in the newspapers every day. Young students took to the streets to give speeches every day. The patriotic blood in the hearts of the Chinese people also boiled. People donated money and materials.
Those kiln ladies took to the streets to cheer for the frontline soldiers. How could a big man like Lu Zitao turn a deaf ear to them?
So he got excited, and under the call of national justice, he left home without authorization and signed up for the front line with a group of classmates. They were all young students with knowledge and culture. In addition to being full of passion, they also knew a lot.
Lu Zitao and the others became volunteer car drivers as soon as they could drive. They braved the rumbling artillery fire every day to transport supplies and wounded people to and from the front lines and behind the scenes. Most of the female students were assigned to hospitals and health teams. Lu Zitao could drive, but he lied for Zhang Hongying.
The health team followed.
Although at first the newspapers with slogans incited his blood to boil, and he would not hesitate to go to the front line to die, but facing the cruel battlefield, the original blood gradually cooled down. Seeing countless people being torn apart in front of him, he
Only then did I truly understand that this was a battlefield of life and death, and I couldn't help but regret my previous recklessness, and miss my parents whom I hadn't seen for a long time.
Countless times, the thought of leaving arose in his mind, but he was a man, and Zhang Hongying wouldn't leave, so he was too embarrassed to say so. He couldn't let the woman he liked look down on, so he gritted his teeth and held on.
The front line was defeated, and hundreds of thousands of troops were in chaos and dispersed. Lu Zitao's heart also became hung up. They fled all the way, being chased by the Japanese soldiers. They were physically and mentally exhausted. Many times he thought he was going to die.
On the edge of life and death, I miss that warm home even more, and I miss my parents even more.
They ran all the way, and when they arrived at the village, Lu Zitao was really tired, and his legs felt as heavy as lead. Fortunately, the team stopped and prepared to stay here for the night.
After eating the hot porridge, the previously pampered young master no longer cared about being particular. He just found a hard board and lay down on it and fell asleep. Then he began to dream about a warm home and a battlefield filled with bullets...
"Wake up, wake up." Lu Zitao was pushed awake from his sleep. He opened his sleepy eyes and saw Zhang Hongying's dirty face in the dim light.
He sat up with a start and stretched out his hand to grab his medicine box: "Are the Japanese chasing us? Let's run!"
Zhang Hongying shook her head: "No, but Captain Yang ordered us to cross the river overnight. It's not safe to stay here."
When Lu Zitao heard Zhang Hongying talking about Captain Yang, he felt an inexplicable jealousy in his heart. That rough man who knew how to fight always kept Zhang Hongying around, and he felt uncomfortable.
"Didn't we agree to cross the river at dawn? Why did Yang suddenly change his mind? I just fell asleep. It's really a fool's errand." Lu Zitao put down the medicine box in his hand again and leaned on it with his back.
The cold walls grumbled.
"Zitao, stop being so angry and quickly pack up and follow us across the river. Company Commander Yang has fought in the war. He asked us to cross the river overnight for our own good. If the Japanese soldiers catch up, won't we be in trouble?"
What do you mean? How long has it been since he started to say good things for the person surnamed Yang? Lu Zitao was very angry for no reason: "I say Hongying, what kind of ecstasy soup did that person surnamed Yang give you? Don't be fooled by that person."
The old man has deceived me. Many of these soldiers are ruffians who only deceive little girls like you."
When Zhang Hongying heard what Lu Zitao said, she immediately became angry and stood up: "Lu Zitao, you really don't know what is good and what is good." After saying that, she turned around and walked away.
Oops, I can’t tell the truth anymore. Lu Zitao seemed to have a falling out with Zhang Hongying over this, and he immediately resented Yang Ling even more. He thought about when he would have to give a good warning to the person named Yang not to hit Hongying’s attention.
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The village became lively. Many people didn't wake up when they were called like this in the middle of the night. In addition, it was raining and it was cold and shivering at night. Few people were in a good mood. However, since Yang Ling had announced that he would stay up all night
Although they were extremely reluctant to run across the river, they didn't feel safe staying here, so they packed up their things and followed them to the river.
Lu Zitao got up and cursed, wrapped himself in dirty clothes to block out the cold wind, carried the medicine box and went out. He wanted to explain to Zhang Hongying, but she was too lazy to pay attention to him and bumped her nose.
Hui, I felt very uncomfortable.
When he wandered to the river next to the village, most of the people had already arrived, and the torches were lit, reflecting the tired and numb faces, like ghosts who had lost their souls, looking decadent.
"Yang Dashu, are you ready?" Yang Ling ate hot porridge and slept a sweat. Although he felt weak under his feet, he felt much better.
Yang Dashu clapped his chest loudly: "Company Commander, don't worry about what I'm doing. The raft will never sink. We can cross the river in just a few trips."
But Yang Lingyou was worried. After all, it was all nonsense. If someone fell into the water, it would be difficult to fish him out, so he asked someone to find a rope and tie it to the person as a precaution, and then arranged for people to get on the raft and paddle to the other side.
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The bamboo poles were pushed deeply into the bottom of the river, and then brought out a large area of rushing cold water. Those who crossed the river first waved their torches on the other side to signal safety, and other people used this to cross the river.
The raft could not carry many people at once, so Yang Ling arranged for the female health workers from the health team to pass first, followed by the stretcher team and the soldiers with guns.
Although the arrangements were well made, an incident occurred. Lu Zitao, the deputy captain of the health team, insisted on being squeezed into the same raft as Zhang Hongying, and had a dispute with the soldiers who were maintaining order.
But these were all minor problems. Crossing the river was more important. Yang Ling waved his hand to let the soldiers who were maintaining order let him go. Lu Zitao raised his neck and looked at him in a arrogant manner. Yang Ling was confused.
The bamboo raft went back and forth in the cold river water. More than seventy people all crossed the river, and then continued walking northwest under Yang Ling's instructions.
Less than half an hour after they left, a bright and dazzling light appeared outside Wuming Village, and a group of Japanese soldiers with guns and live ammunition appeared by the river with flashlights.
"Sir, they must have crossed the river. They haven't left for long, and the fire in the village is still hot." After the Japanese leader walked around the village, he returned to Lieutenant Yoshino.
Lieutenant Yoshino's cold face showed no expression at all. He looked at the dark opposite bank and ordered: "Swim across the river."
The Japanese soldiers are elite and well-trained, and armed swimming is a daily training subject. Therefore, this river is a natural barrier for Yang Ling and most of them who are landlubbers, but it has no impact on the Japanese soldiers at all.
The Japanese soldiers all began to take off their clothes and shoes, and then the rifles with the packages hanging on them fell into the water like dumplings. However, the cold river water still made them shiver from the cold.