Chapter 46 "Complete the mission, I'm sorry to my mother..."

Teacher Zhao ate the pork with preserved vegetables and dried pork with tears in his eyes: "It is this southern method of making pork with preserved vegetables and dried pork with preserved vegetables. It is this taste that reminds me of my old comrades."

At this time, everyone saw that Mr. Zhao, a man of strong character, was crying.

His voice was full of nostalgia and sadness as he slowly recounted the events of the past...

"At that time, I was still a regiment commander, and my old comrade was called Zhu Dayong..."

"Boom boom..."

“Bang, bang, bang…”

Zhao Lihua carried a rifle and led a team of only more than a hundred people to break out of the enemy's encirclement under enemy fire.

Quickly move to a village.

In just one day, only more than a hundred people were left from the three divisions.

Zhao Lihua felt that he had let down the folks here; they had failed to hold the front line and they had failed to save more ordinary people.

His eyes were filled with self-blame and regret.

But he and his comrades stood firm and thought of many solutions, but never thought of retreating or surrendering.

Many of the houses here were destroyed by war, but there is still light in the eyes of the villagers here.

The villagers here saw that this team was our warriors, the warriors defending our motherland!

Everyone's eyes were a little hot, and they excitedly welcomed the warriors into the village to replenish supplies.

"Come, come, kid, there's some food here."

"Children, you have worked so hard. If you have needles and thread, please take them out and mend their clothes."

"It's okay, it's okay, you haven't let us down, you have done your best."

"My child...my child was handed over to the country. He is now unknown whether he is alive or dead...but as a mother, I am proud of him because my child is protecting his beloved motherland and our family."

"It's okay, our warriors have returned home, come and rest for a while."

Zhu Dayong, a tough guy who always stood tall and proud, wiped away the tears from his face, strode forward, knelt in front of an old lady with white hair, and choked up and said, "Mom, I'm back!"

The old lady's eyes were blurred with tears. She knelt down with weak legs, hugged her son with trembling hands, and cried loudly:

"Dayong, it's good that you're back, it's good that you're back! Let me see if you've lost weight."

Seeing his mother crying, Zhu Dayong held her hand and placed it on his face which had several scars on it, and comforted her:

"Mom, look at me, I haven't lost weight. I, your son, fought ten enemies by myself. I was so brave. Look, I'm back in good health."

"We have come all this way without fear of hardship or difficulty, and we have vowed to defend our country and our people to the death. If victory can only be achieved with our blood, then I am not afraid!"

"If I come back alive, I will be filial to you. If I die heroically on the battlefield, don't be sad, mother. I have no regrets!"

The old lady cried out loudly, holding her last child tightly, "Mom knows."

There were seven people in the family, and in the end only she and Dayong were left.

When the people around saw this scene, they burst into tears.

Many people's children are also fighting on the front line. Perhaps all their parents are waiting for is a handful of ashes, or perhaps their children are buried on the battlefield and will never come back.

But there are tens of millions of Chinese people who stood up during the war and fought to the death in places unknown to them.

We are Chinese!

We are a family!

The villagers felt sad when they saw our warriors wearing thin clothes and straw sandals in the middle of winter, and their clothes and pants were tattered.

The women took up their needles and threads to mend clothes for the soldiers.

Some of them were holding babies in their arms, mending their clothes while whispering to them.

Some of them are over fifty years old, with white hair, and they are squinting their eyes as they lower their heads to sew their trousers.

"The children are wearing straw sandals and thin clothes. What should they do in the winter?"

"We are in good health and can handle it!"

"That's right, we are young and not afraid of the cold."

But the warriors thought to themselves that they had no intention of surviving the winter, and they were determined to die together with the enemy!

The soldiers were so eager to fight that they could not sit still and used their rest time to do work for the elderly, the weak, the women and the children in the village.

The elders in the village decided to slaughter the only skinny pig in the village. Each household took out dried pickled mustard greens and salt and soy sauce, and the old lady personally made dried pickled mustard greens and braised meat in an iron pot for the soldiers.

When Zhao Lihua rushed to stop them, the meat in the pot was almost cooked.

Zhao Lihua's determined eyes suddenly turned red, and he said with gratitude: "Auntie, Grandpa, keep it for yourselves."

Zhu Dayong's mother's voice was so gentle and kind, "My son Dayong is also a warrior, we are just doing what we can do!"

"Eat quickly."

"We feel so happy watching you eat, just like watching our own children."

The other fellow villagers took out their little remaining food and clothes and stuffed them into the hands of the warriors without any hesitation.

Zhu Dayong's eyes were red, and he saluted Zhao Lihua and said, "Captain, this is the intention of our fellow villagers, so we should accept it."

Zhao Lihua sighed and left all the money he had to the villagers. "I'm sorry, this is not much money. We will always remember the kindness you have shown us."

Dare not forget!

Can't forget!

The braised pork with preserved vegetables was ready, but Zhao Lihua couldn't bear to eat it. He left his portion for the children in the village.

The children in the village stared at the delicious pork and swallowed madly.

But they all shook their heads, with faces full of childishness and strength, saying: "Leave the pork for the warrior uncles, we won't eat it!"

"Uncle Warrior beat the bad guys and chased them away. My mother said you worked hard."

Zhao Lihua's heart tightened for a moment, but he still shared the meat with the children, stroked their heads with a smile, and said, "Okay, uncle promises you, beat the bad guys away."

I will protect you.

Zhu Dayong strode over, cut his piece of braised pork into two halves, and said with a smile: "Brother, give it to us, let's eat together!"

Zhao Lihua patted Zhu Dayong on the shoulder.

Where Zhu Dayong couldn't see, she choked up and ate half of the braised pork.

Everyone thought the day would pass peacefully.

But at night, the enemy's artillery fire came.

"Assemble, the enemy is coming!"

"Follow me!"

"For the sake of the children, I will go!"

Zhao Lihua and Zhu Dayong gathered everyone, picked up their weapons and carried supplies, and rushed towards the enemy.

Behind them are our ordinary people!

The villagers cried with red eyes and shouted:

"You must come back safely. We will wait for you to come back!"

"We will win, we will definitely win!"

"Kill those bastards!"

"Let's go forward. We can't let the warriors fight alone in the front. Come on, grab the weapons in your hands and charge with me!!!"

"Protect the children in the village. They are our last hope."

At the most dangerous moment, everyone yelled, "Get up! Get up! Get up!"

"We will win!"

This team shoulders the trust of their fellow villagers, fights bloody battles on the front lines, and is determined to defend this line of defense until death!

"Boom boom..."

“Bang, bang, bang…”

"Go!"

"Kill!"

The enemy's artillery fire hit the soldiers mercilessly, and the whistling wind made their bones ache.

Zhao Lihua rushed to the front. When he ran out of bullets, he took out the knife on his body and slashed the enemy fiercely.

Zhu Dayong was hit by several bullets, but he gritted his teeth and fought desperately, determined to drag away a few enemies even if he died.

"Go! I'm going to fight you!"

“Kill!!!”

In the end, the team still completed the task of defending the line with great difficulty.

But the sacrifice was heavy.

"Dayong!!!"

Zhao Lihua's eyes were bloodshot, tears welled up in his eyes, and he shouted sadly.

Zhu Dayong was completely disfigured by the bombardment, his face and body were covered in blood, and he choked up and said in his last moments:

"Captain, I have completed my mission.

We will still be brothers in the next life, and I will share the meat with you.

Our country will be fine.

I’m sorry to my mother…”