Decades apart, the new and old generations of soldiers shoulder the same mission...to defend the country.
Lin Wanjun didn't understand the professional military terms, and she wasn't interested, so she found some melon seeds and snacks in the warehouse to pass the time.
I even found two very interesting picture books.
After looking through them, she decided to give these picture books to Song Lingyi. The little girl could already read and loved reading.
After a long time, she heard Song Zhanjin's excited voice coming from the room.
"I understand! We're going to build a plank road in the open and secretly attack Chencang to confuse those bastards!"
Song Xiu was also a little excited.
He was trapped in the space world for many years, and when he was lonely, he deduced military strategies over and over again.
Imagine the various difficulties and predicaments our army will encounter and how he will break the predicament.
Even if time and space change and years pass, military tactics are the experience summarized by generations of soldiers with their lives and blood, and will never become outdated.
What's more, Song Xiu was originally a military genius.
"I'm almost feeding you food. If you can't win this battle and come back alive, I'll never forgive you even if I become a ghost!"
Song Zhanjin chuckled.
"It might be difficult for you to be a ghost. In this place, you can live longer than a thousand-year-old turtle."
"You little brat, how dare you make up stories about your ancestors?"
Song Xiu laughed and scolded, then punched Song Zhanjin on the back a few times.
Seeing that it was almost time, Lin Wanjun pushed the door open and walked in, saying with a smile, "Are you done talking? Then let me show you something good?"
Good stuff? In this space?
Song Xiu had already walked through every corner of the "White House" and was so familiar with it that it felt like his own kang.
It's no exaggeration to say that if one day our army reaches the gate of the White House, he can lead a small team to break in and capture the president alive...
But they still gave Lin Wanjun face and followed her to the entrance of the space.
Lin Wanjun smiled a little mysteriously.
"Aren't you curious about what the country will look like in a few decades?"
"Don't you want to know how well North City will develop in a few decades?"
"Don't you want to know how prosperous and advanced the world I live in is?"
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The question raised by Lin Wanjun aroused the curiosity of Song Zhanjin and Song Xiu.
Yes, they already knew that Lin Wanjun came from the most advanced era, which was several decades away from the era they lived in.
They are really curious about what kind of changes the country that generations of soldiers fought for with their lives and blood will experience.
They want to know whether all the blood and tears they shed are worth it...
Lin Wanjun smiled mysteriously.
"1997, July 1st, Return!"
The scene in the spatial world suddenly changed. What came into view was the grand scene of Hong Kong's return to China. The colonialists lowered their flags, and our national flag slowly rose. The national anthem resounded over the Pearl of the Orient...
Song Xiu and Song Zhanjin were both shocked.
Especially Song Xiu, he couldn't believe his eyes. He just stared at the flag flying in Victoria Harbour, and was so excited that tears filled his eyes.
"We're back! We're finally back! Over a hundred years of humiliation are finally over!"
He recalled his original intention of studying abroad, how he was called the "Sick Man of East Asia" overseas, and how the country was shattered and the people were suffering during the war...
Song Zhanjin stared at Lin Wanjun with wide eyes.
"Is this true? Everyone in Hong Kong has gone home, so what about Macau? What about Taiwan?"
"Two years later, Macau also returned. As for Taiwan..."
Lin Wanjun's tone was firm.
"Every wanderer will return home. You must believe in the power of our motherland!"
Song Zhanjin closed his eyes slightly, smiled and nodded.
"That's great! Then even if we bleed to death, we won't have any regrets!"
After Song Xiu calmed down, Lin Wanjun changed the scene of the space world again.
This time, it was the grand scene of the North City Military Parade.
On land are world-advanced tanks independently developed by my country, and in the sky are new fighter jets independently developed by the country.
Lin Songxiu and Song Zhanjin stared with wide eyes at the new weapons they had never seen before, and could not believe that this was the future of the army.
"Grandpa said that during the National Day parade, because our country had so few fighter jets, with only a few planes, they still flew back and forth several times."
Song Zhanjin's voice trembled as he watched the fighter jets flying overhead, making a deafening roar, and his heart also roared.
Lin Wanjun smiled and said, "We no longer need to make up numbers. Now, our country has developed generation after generation of fighter jets."
"The naming of the Liaoning, Shandong, and Fujian aircraft carriers commemorates the humiliating history of our country's coastal defense. Never forget history, never forget national humiliation. This is deeply engraved in the bones of every child of that era."
Song Xiu's eyes were red as he asked, "What are the Liaoning, Shandong, and Fujian? Are they cruisers?"
Lin Wanjun shook her head.
"No, it's an aircraft carrier!"
Song Xiu and Song Zhanjin's eyes suddenly widened.
What, an aircraft carrier? After decades, our country finally no longer has to envy the domineering aircraft carriers of Western countries, and finally has our own aircraft carrier.
Lin Wanjun smiled and told them a little about the international situation. At the end, she made a summary.
"Well, after careful analysis, I just realized that the great power is actually us!"
Song Xiu couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Great! We are one of the great powers!"
Only after Song Xiu and Song Zhanjin had watched enough of the military parade and visited every type of modern military equipment did Lin Wanjun change the scene.
This time, there was no brilliance of Victoria Harbour, no grandeur of the military parade, just a long and quiet street, with the haziness and dampness after the rain.
The back of a woman in cheongsam walks away into the distance, the oil-paper umbrella painted with peonies brushes against the willows, and in the distance there is a faint sound of Wu dialect folk songs.
Song Xiu staggered.
Zhijin! His wife! His lover!
In front of him was the rainy alley in Jiangnan where he first met Zhijin. Zhijin was walking through the rainy alley with an umbrella. Her back was slim and graceful. He fell in love with her at first sight, and it has been his whole life since then.
He thought that Zhijin could only live in his dreams, and he thought that he would never see Zhijin again.
Now, he has returned to the beginning, before he gave up his pen to join the army, and before he had any weapons or horses.
Only the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River wet his dreams.
Lin Wanjun didn't say anything else.
She tugged at Song Zhanjin's sleeve and whispered, "What are you still standing there for? It's time to get out!"
Song Zhanjin reacted and hurriedly stood up to catch up with Lin Wanjun.
Song Xiu could no longer hear or see anything. In his eyes, there was only Zhi Jin's graceful figure walking away.
Zhijin walked and stopped, raising her slender hands to brush the willows on the shore.
She turned her head and smiled in Song Xiu's direction, her voice as sweet as a nightingale.
"Hey, young man, what are you looking at!"
Song Xiu staggered forward with tears in his eyes.
"Zhijin, Zhijin, I miss you so much!"
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