Chapter 219: My Grandma is Only a Teenager
Luo Jiu and Zhong Jialing looked at each other, stood at attention and saluted together, saying loudly: "When the country is in danger, we need to fight to defend our country, defeat imperialism, and lead the people to be the masters of their own destiny."
There were still tears hanging on the couple's eyelashes, but they forgot to wipe them off and looked stunned.
The two of them were stunned for a long time. Zhong Cunzhi stood up excitedly, and hesitated several times to speak, "You? Not... Oh, what's going on outside?"
Luo Jiu said: "Outside is a parallel world, the 23rd year of the Republic of China, which is 1934.
At this time, the incident had already happened and Northeast China had fallen. Our army had just escaped from the encirclement and suppression of the internal enemy and was in the losing stage of the Long March.
The country is in a difficult situation right now and we cannot afford to be complacent."
Zhong Cunzhi fell down on the stool, unable to recover for a long time, muttering: "Oh my God, in the 1930s, my grandmother was only a teenager."
Jiang An looked at them with worried eyes, "Are you going to join the war? Will people die?"
Luo Jiu nodded, "Yes, we are going to join the war. We know that people will die. Many people have died in this war. The soldiers outside are very young. If you don't believe me, you can go out and take a look.
Some are in their teens, some in their early twenties. These people are also other people's daughters and sons. They can fight this battle regardless of their lives, so why can't we?"
Luo Jiu squatted down and held Jiang An's hand, "Mother Jiang, Father Zhong, I promise you, I will protect Jia Ling and won't let her get into trouble.
You have always been the most open-minded parents, just let us do what we want to do, otherwise we will have a guilty conscience for the rest of our lives."
Zhong Cunzhi nodded with tears in his eyes, "Okay."
"No!" Jiang An spoke harshly, holding Luo Jiu's hand tightly. "What did you just say? What do you mean by not letting Jialing get hurt? You are not allowed to get hurt, Yaoyao is not allowed to get hurt, Xiaoqi and Fubao are not allowed to get hurt. You are all my children, I want you all to live well!"
Jiang An couldn't help crying again and said, "I will let you do what you want to do, and I will be proud of you. My daughters are all national heroes, and I am a heroic mother, how can I not be proud?
Don't talk about who protects whom. Once you are on the battlefield, you will share life and death. I don't want to sacrifice one to save another.
If that day ever comes, you won't have to worry about us.
Although your father and I grew up in a peaceful era, with a well-off family and a comfortable life, and have never suffered any hardship, we still understand that there is a country before there is a home.
You don't have to worry about us. If anything unexpected happens, we will face it together with your grandma."
Jiang An touched the bloodstains on Luo Jiu's clothes with tears in his eyes, picked off the dry grass on Zhong Jialing's head, and said lovingly: "My daughters are all brave and brave. We will never be weak and depressed and sully your reputation."
She stretched out her arms, and held Luo Jiu and Zhong Jialing in her arms, patting their backs gently.
Luo Jiu had never had such a feeling before. She thought this was probably the love from her mother that she had expected.
She raised her head, trying to see more clearly and remember the scene firmly, but her eyes became more and more blurry. She only felt that her mother's hands were very gentle and warm.
Zhong Cunzhi sighed helplessly, "Tell me, what can we do? You guys are willing to go through fire and water, so we can only do our part."
Luo Jiu wiped away his tears. "I don't need anything else for now, but it's winter outside, and the weather is getting colder. The winter in the Northeast is particularly long. The anti-Japanese fighters don't have cotton clothes to spend the winter, which is really hard. I remember that there is still a lot of cotton and cloth in the space, and I want to make a batch of winter clothes for them."
When grandma came out and heard this, she hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I'm the best at making cotton-padded clothes, but I don't know if there is enough cotton. How many soldiers are there outside?"
Zhong Jialing said, "About two or three hundred people. Don't worry about cotton. Didn't we stockpile a lot of it when the sun never sets? It's enough."
Jiang An stood up and said, "Then you can leave this matter to us and make sure the soldiers don't get cold."
After explaining things to their elders, the two hurried out.
Assuming that the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces soldiers were short of food and clothing and must have nothing to eat, the two men simply pushed a small cart, took a few bags of flour and rice, and found the cave where they were hiding.
As soon as they arrived at the cave entrance, before they could say anything, General Yang spoke first, "Are you really students studying abroad?"
Luo Jiu answered without thinking, "Yes, I came back from studying abroad in the military academy."
General Yang's face changed. "Why do you take me for a fool? Even if you are a military academy graduate, where did you get so many advanced weapons? Which military academy did you go to that gave you such good skills and marksmanship?"
Humph, are you spies sent by the enemy?"
Luo Jiu was stunned for a moment, tilted his head and looked at Feng Qi and Fu Bao who were tightly pursing their lips in the cave, "What did you say? Such a big misunderstanding."
The two of them quickly spread their hands and said, "It's unfair. We were afraid of saying something wrong, so we didn't say a word."
General Yang looked at them in shock, "So you two can talk? You were gesticulating for so long?"
The two of them pursed their lips again, lowered their heads, and continued to pretend to be dumb.
At this time, Political Commissar Zhao and Cheng Yaoyao came back from another cave after settling the villagers. They blocked the door and smelled a strange atmosphere.
Political Commissar Zhao Cunman smiled and said, "What's going on?"
General Yang clapped his hands and said, "Comrade Cunman, the more I think about it, the more I feel something is wrong. Don't you think this is very strange?
Look at the guns in their hands, they are good stuff at first glance. I haven't seen them before, so I don't know if they are made in China or the United States.
How can these girls, no matter how skilled they are, walk freely in the occupied area and bring so many weapons with them? Isn't this suspicious?"
General Yang and Zhao Cunman looked at the guns in their hands at the same time. They were both envious and frightened, and they both sighed in their hearts: I don’t know when our country will be able to make such a good thing.
Little do people know that this is made in our country.
These predecessors who fought desperately for the fate of the country thought that they would never have the chance to see the day when the country becomes strong.
New China is a beautiful dream for these people, a dream that the martyrs longed to come true when facing death.
Unexpectedly, by some strange coincidence, these things representing the country's strength appeared in front of the ancestors, but they did not dare to recognize them.
Luo Jiu pondered for a moment and said, "We just killed 2,000 devils and annihilated an enemy regiment. Just for this reason, you should believe that we are not the enemy.
The enemy would not spend such a huge price to send us in as undercover.
What do you want? To give you guns and ammunition to increase your fighting power? To send you food so that you can have enough food?"
General Yang was stunned and said, "But...but there are so many things that cannot be explained!"
Zhao Cunman quickly advised: "Speak slowly, we are all compatriots, and we are all good fighters in the war of resistance. If you have anything to say, talk it out nicely."
Luo Jiu handed the gun to Zhao Cunman, "Look, what's written on it?"
Zhao Cunman took it and looked at it over and over again with General Yang. "Made in China? That's impossible!"
Luo Jiu held his forehead and said, "Of course it's impossible now, but we... are from the future."
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