Anyone who has some connections will try their best to get better as soon as possible.
Only when things return to normal can we go to the front line.
The soldiers who stayed here were either seriously injured or abandoned.
The team was broken up, wiped out, and became cannon fodder!
After I came back by chance, no one wanted to recruit me, so I could only wait here indefinitely.
Without military pay, they will not be recognized and will even have to be subject to inspection by the main force at any time.
Just in case some of them are fake, and so on, the unfair reality is here.
The whole town seems to be inexplicably depressed, and the only way to relax is to go to a roadside stall and eat a bowl of thin bean powder.
For the soldiers who are not rich or even penniless, it is a rare luxury.
Some of them joined the army with great enthusiasm, intending to fight the Japanese to the last drop of blood, but were forced to stay here because their superiors disappeared on the battlefield.
There were also conscripts who left their hometowns with warm wives and children to become farmers who had to keep their heads in their belts every day, had long since become indifferent to life and death, and were just looking forward to returning home after the war.
Also, because of the intrigues among the higher-ups, he was marginalized and sent here, resulting in this team being left with only the commander alone, who sighs here every day.
Everyone in the town seems to have a story. The ones mentioned above were just people I met by chance while enjoying the cool under a big tree.
When she first watched TV, she thought the dramas were too depressing and it took people a long time to calm down after watching them.
When she actually got there, she saw pairs of lifeless eyes and decadent and sloppy appearance.
The air was filled with the strong smell of blood and gunpowder, and the sounds of gunfire and explosions could be heard at any time.
The roof was shaken so hard that dirt fell off, and all kinds of insects fell down with it, landing in the quilt and water cup.
Occasionally, a neatly dressed soldier would pass by, he must be the main force on leave.
As they passed through the streets, they attracted the attention of every stragglers, just like a starving man seeing braised pork.
They are a group of frustrated people, but also a group of people who refuse to admit defeat.
If I were a coward, I would have found an excuse to escape long ago. Why would I still be living here in such hardship?
Maybe there was still a wish in my heart that one day I could pick up a gun and fight the Japanese again.
Even if I die on the battlefield, I will not hesitate!
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