Chapter 633 Tragic History 2
Feng Qingxue's nose was sore. "You will definitely see the peace and prosperity of our country to comfort Mr. Li's spirit in heaven!"
With generations of people fighting bravely, why should we worry that our country will not be strong and prosperous? Why should we worry that our country will not have a peaceful and prosperous era?
Whether they are the heroes who died in battle, or the current border guards, third-line workers, children supporting the border areas, and so on, they are all using their backbones to support the next generation.
Those who plant trees will enjoy the shade. No one understands the meaning of this sentence better than her, who comes from the 21st century.
"Sister Wang, our country is a dragon that has awakened from its slumber, and a lion that has awakened from its slumber. The devastation has become a thing of the past. Give our country some time, and we and our next generation will surely be able to see the dragon soaring and the lion roaring!" Feng Qingxue continued.
Wang Sanbao nodded. "Yes, time will prove that our country will gradually prosper. Let's wait and see! I never want to see the gullies and lakes filled with the bodies of the people again!"
"Ah?" Feng Qingxue was shocked.
All the gullies and lakes were filled with the bodies of the people. What a tragic scene! How shocking!
"That's what happened in your hometown. Aren't you and Lu Jiang from Huaihai City?" Seeing Feng Qingxue nod, Wang Sanbao said, "It's been more than ten years since the Huaihai Campaign, but I still remember it vividly. I was on the battlefield back then, and I went there several times after the founding of the People's Republic of China. When the people were avoiding the war, the elderly who couldn't walk asked the young people to run quickly and run far away. Thinking of the elderly who stayed at home, many people went home after the war ended. The houses and yards were filled with shells and shells, which could sweep out a small mountain! There is a mountain near your Wanglou Village. It wasn't so short originally, but the top of the mountain was blown off by artillery fire, and the gullies on the south and north of the mountain were filled with corpses. The reservoir in your Wanglou Village was originally a flat land, but it was a deep pit blasted out by artillery shells, which formed the reservoir today."
"I've never heard of these things." Feng Qingxue said.
Wang Sanbao sighed, "Those who survived have snatched their lives from the devil, and no one wants to look back on the past. I can understand their thoughts. Perhaps, decades later, when the trauma has healed, they may talk about the suffering they once experienced. If you go back and ask Lu Jiang, he will definitely remember what happened back then. When he joined the army, he was in the unit I was in, and he also participated in that battle."
Feng Qingxue knew that Lu Jiang joined the army at the age of sixteen, but she didn't know that the first battle Lu Jiang participated in was the famous Huaihai Campaign. When she got home in the evening, she didn't bother to show off her military uniform to Lu Jiang, but asked him if it was true.
Lu Jiang hadn't thought about the past for a long time. When he heard his wife speak, he was stunned for a while.
"Why do you think of asking these questions?" he asked puzzled.
"I heard Sister Sanbao talk about this battle today. I feel ashamed. Although I live in my hometown, I have no idea about the experience back then. I think I should ask clearly and remember history in my heart."
"That's right, Sister Sanbao is right." Lu Jiang teased the giggling Xibao to ease the pain of the past. "The air-raid shelter in Xishan was put to great use. Just because no one lives there now doesn't mean it was empty back then. I remember when the war was raging, the young and old in Wanglou Village hid in the air-raid shelter and didn't dare to come out until after the air raid. So it wasn't as tragic as your Caohu."
(End of this chapter)