Chapter 476 Father and Son Meet
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Tang Nan and Han Rushong, who were being missed by Tang Yue and the others, hid behind a bush halfway up the mountain. The dense branches and leaves completely concealed their figures.
Tang Nan half-crouched, brushing aside the branches and leaves in front of him, staring intently at the battlefield below, his heartbeat fluctuating with the scene. Han Rusong stood behind him, his hands tightly grasping the tree trunk beside him, also staring nervously below.
"Xiao Tang, what's the situation down there?" Han Rusong lowered his voice, his tone filled with worry. His vision wasn't as good as the younger man's, and the distance here was quite far, so he really couldn't see clearly.
Tang Nan swallowed, his eyes fixed on Sun Jinan and Zhang Dabing's group. Gradually, a light shone in his eyes. "Old man, look, that's Sun Jinan and Zhang Dabing, the people I know. They're sorting out the American prisoners of war. They seem to have the situation under control."
There was a hint of joy in his voice, and his tense shoulders relaxed a little.
Han Rusong leaned forward slightly, followed Tang Nan's gaze, and a relieved smile appeared on his face: "Great, it seems we won this battle."
But just as he finished speaking, he frowned again, "I just don't know how your brother and the others are doing. The explosions over there are quite loud. And your little sister, I'm really worried about letting her go over there alone to provide support."
Tang Nan's heart tightened, and the mood that had just relaxed was raised again. He gritted his teeth and said, "Old man, I don't think there should be any danger here. Let's go down and take a look."
"If it's safe here, I'll let Sun Jinan and Zhang Dabing protect you. I'm going to go see Big Brother and Dongzi first, maybe I can help." As he said this, he was about to step forward.
Han Rusong grabbed him and said, "Xiao Tang, don't be reckless. Although the situation seems to be stable, there is no guarantee that there will not be fish that slip through the net. We should be careful."
Tang Nan paused, thought for a moment, and nodded. Although he was anxious, this was a battlefield, and any emergency could happen. "Old man, you're right. Let's observe for a while."
The two of them observed quietly for a long time. After confirming that there were no more abnormalities below, Tang Nan took a deep breath and said, "Let's go, old man. I'll lead the way, and you follow me closely."
They walked down the mountain cautiously, taking every step with extreme caution, for fear of making any sound and alerting potential danger.
The mountain road was muddy and slippery, and Tang Nan extended his hand to Han Rusong from time to time to ensure his safety. After walking a short distance, Tang Nan suddenly stopped and gestured to Han Rusong to be silent.
He looked around warily and noticed several figures flashing by not far away. Tang Nan clenched his gun and whispered, "Old man, please hide first. I'll go take a look."
Before Tang Nan could even take a step forward, he was restrained from behind. Tang Nan's eyes widened instantly, and he raised his elbow to strike the man's head.
But just as he raised his elbow, someone behind him grabbed it. A calm and deep voice came to his ears. "Tang Nan, I'm Chang Yin."
Tang Nan paused, a little bit unable to believe his ears. Chang Yin continued, "Don't make any noise, just follow me."
Tang Nan did not struggle. Chang Yin let him go. Tang Nan immediately turned around. When he saw clearly that the person in front of him wearing the uniform of an American soldier was really Chang Yin, Tang Nan's eyes became hot.
"Captain Chang, you are still alive." As if he suddenly remembered something, before Tang Nan asked, Chang Yin had already pointed to the side with his chin.
Tang Nan followed his gaze and saw Tang Shengkai carrying the old man on his back, running in the opposite direction of the swaying figures. Tang Nan could no longer hold back. After seeing the figure's back clearly and seeing him turn around and smile at him, Tang Nan covered his mouth with one hand and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Tang Shengkai and Chang Yin acted at the same time. Chang Yin was worried that Tang Shengkai would contact Tang Nan. Tang Nan couldn't control his emotions for a while. After all, the distance between them and other American soldiers was very close. If any sound was made here, they might be exposed.
So Chang Yin came over to control Tang Nan, and Tang Shengkai went directly to capture Han Rusong. He was relatively smooth on his side. Although Han Rusong was the commander, he was old after all, and his skills were not even a little bit different from Tang Shengkai's.
After Tang Shengkai controlled the man, he simply said, "Commander Han, we're one of them." Han Rusong didn't move. After all, the American military wouldn't talk like that.
Several of them moved quickly and soon put some distance between themselves and the fleeing American soldiers.
When Tang Shengkai gently put Han Rushong down, the smoke from the mountains had not yet dissipated. Tang Nan stared at his father's dusty face, his throat tightening as if choked by the smoke.
Tang Shengkai's American military uniform was stained with mud, and the bandage on his left arm was oozing dark red blood, but the look in his eyes as he looked at his son was surprisingly bright, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was exactly the same as when his father looked at them dotingly before.
"Dad..." Tang Nan's voice trembled. He took a step forward, but his knees felt heavy as if they were filled with lead. Tang Shengkai reached out to touch his son's face, but his hand stopped in mid-air. What should he do if the dirt on his palm smeared his son's cheek?
The father and son were frozen in place until Tang Shengkai suddenly hugged his son tightly, patting his back with a trembling hand: "Silly boy, you've lost weight."
Tang Nan buried his face in his father's shoulder, smelled his father's clothes which smelled of dirt and gunpowder, and tears instantly burst out.
Tang Nan had never thought that his father would die on the battlefield. But when they heard the tragic news, the heart-wrenching pain in their hearts was still clearly resonating in their bodies.
Tang Nan hugged Tang Shengkai tightly, very tightly. Tang Shengkai and the others knew that if they had done that, the news of their sacrifice would definitely spread back to China.
He knew that Cuicui and the children might not be able to accept it, but the situation was urgent and he had no choice.
"Silly boy, isn't daddy fine? A man should not shed tears." Tang Shengkai didn't even realize that his voice was trembling when he spoke.
The scene of Dabei and Dongzi desperately fighting the American army was still swirling in his mind. What if those two children really disappeared before his eyes? No, he would never let that happen.
The children still have their own methods. They won't die so easily. Tang Shengkai rubbed Tang Nan's head with a little more force.
Han Rusong, standing nearby, slowly stood up, leaning against a tree trunk. His cloudy gaze was fixed on Tang Shengkai. After the torture at the hands of the American soldiers, his figure was hunched over like a dead tree, but now he stared intently at Tang Shengkai's profile.
The rain stopped at some point, and the setting sun shone through the clouds, overlapping the shadows of the two people. Han Rushong suddenly felt his breath stop - the arc of Tang Shengkai's raised eyebrows, the look of him lowering his head to wipe the wound, and even the rolling of his Adam's apple, all gradually overlapped with a vague figure in his memory.
Who is that figure? Why does it look so familiar?
"You..." Han Rusong's voice was as hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper. He reached out to touch Tang Shengkai, then curled his fingers back in mid-air. "Do you... have any brothers or sisters?"
Tang Shengkai turned around with a puzzled smile, his stubble trembling slightly as he moved. "Commander Han, I only have my wife and child." He didn't notice Han Rushong's sudden pallor. He simply took off his water bottle and handed it to him. "Have a drink first. We need to move as soon as possible."
Han Rushong's hand holding the kettle was shaking slightly. The two faces reflected in the water, the outline of the brow bones and the lines at the corners of the eyes, were as if carved from the same mold.
He looked at the backs of the Tang family father and son who were talking in low voices in the distance, with countless questions churning in his throat, but they eventually turned into a sigh - in this war-torn era, similarities might just be a joke of fate, and being able to be together alive at this moment was already a great fortune.
Chang concealed the shock in his eyes. He clenched his fists tightly, not knowing whether it was from nervousness or excitement. How could this be possible?
But why was this impossible? Commander Han had searched for his son for so many years without success, so why couldn't it be him?
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