That was everything they had thrown onto the other side along with their weapons and equipment. The strange thing was that none of those who were still alive had mentioned this incident in the past month or so, including Shuo Yu himself, as if nothing had happened. We had become accustomed to forgetting, a collective deliberate forgetting.
Now that their eyes had been ripped open again by Si La Si La, the sound echoing in their heads was deafening. Shuo Yu had two telescopes on him, one was in the hands of their leader, and the other was being passed around by the guys. The veterinarian's hand was tightly pinching Shuo Yu's shoulder, but he didn't feel any pain.
In modern times, when she sometimes has stomachache, there is a good way to quickly relieve the pain, which is to bite her arm. When her hand hurts, her stomach will stop hurting.
It was not known whether it was raindrops or something else, but it flowed down the veterinarian's face, along his chin, and then wound its way to Shuoyu's neck. However, he was unaware of it. He looked at the guys they had thrown down along the way. Their dead bodies seemed so soft in front of the bulldozers that the Japanese had converted from tanks. It was so soft that it was unbelievable.
The bodies we hadn't had time to bury were finally swept into the Nu River. Where would the turbulent current take them? Could they ever return home?
The final destination of every stream is the sea, but where is the final destination of each of us?
Shuo Yu had countless questions in his mind, but before he could open his mouth, the crowd dispersed.
Silence, only silence, and perhaps the sound of their breathing that could not be concealed. In the gaps between leaves and branches, every face was looking at the other side, watching the fortifications being built on the other side with great fanfare. That was originally their place, but they ran away. As their commander said, they left their behind to their enemies.
Water mist gathered on their helmets. The rain gradually subsided, but the rain on their necks, faces, and eyes increased. Even Ayi's small towel could not wipe it all away. It was endless.
They were like Alzheimer's patients who woke up from a dream and found that their memories had been restored. They stared blankly at the other side of the river.
Meng Fanle glanced at their leader who had also fallen silent with his small triangular eyes. With his clever mind, he knew why Si La Si La was doing this. He understood it clearly, but he couldn't help but fall for his trick again and again.
His eyes were not able to calmly look at such a scene. Tears were still flowing in his eyes and he was breathing heavily through his mouth.
This time it was Shuo Yu who hugged the veterinarian and patted him again and again, just like the old man had comforted him before.
I don't know who spoke first, the voice was questioning, the tone was trembling,
"Why not fire? Are we just going to let them dig?"
The person who spoke was Da Yan. Shuo Yu looked at his confused face. If he could, he really wanted to say that this was wrong and shouldn't be like this, but he couldn't say it, because the fact was that they could only watch here and could do nothing, letting the Japanese on the other side throw them into the Nujiang River one by one and let them dig up their graves and whip their corpses.
He heard his own voice trembling as he said,
"We are out, but we are going back, yes, we are going back."
Many eyes looked at Shuo Yu, but he was staring at the other side of the river unconsciously. His voice was still speaking, stating an established fact.
"We, everyone present here, every one of us, will go back because that is our land. The British can give up Burma, and the Americans can give up the Philippines, but we cannot give up Nantianmen because that is our land. We will definitely go back."
No one spoke, no one denied anything, they just looked at Shuo Yu, including their leader who was dead. Long Wenjian only said one sentence at the end,
"Take a good look. We'll be heading down the mountain in two minutes. To show that they trust us, Master Yu arrived half an hour early. We should at least be on time, right?"
Shuo Yu looked at his face and knew that he might not be as afraid of Yu Xiaoqing as he showed.
Fanla was hunched over at this moment, as if he was about to shrink into himself. He almost didn't have the strength to stand up straight. Shuoyu didn't know whether it was because of the cold rain or what he had just seen through the telescope.
But his mouth was still vicious, especially because his heart was about to rot, so his mouth was even more vicious.
"Why doesn't Yu Xiaoqing kill you?" Meng Fanle asked sincerely, which made Shuo Yu feel that his kindness was a bit in vain. He looked at the rat demon in his arms and wanted to let go the next second, but the other party immediately began to falter when he let go, so he had to sigh and tighten his grip.
"Maybe he thinks I deserve to die at the Nantian Gate?"
Long Wenjian touched his chin, as if thinking seriously for a while before replying to Meng Fanle, and then rushed them down the mountain. If they didn't leave now, they would be late. Yu Da Tiexue's temper was not good.
Shuo Yu listened to Fanla breathing heavily, as if he could no longer breathe, but even so, he did not stop his snide words.
"It doesn't matter where you die. It's better for everyone if you die early. People like you deserve to die the most. You're not dead yet, but you're already torturing others and treating us like toys."
Shuo Yu smiled and supported him. Their leader was right. Going down the mountain was easier than going up because everyone was holding back their anger. But the veterinarian was also right. Going down the mountain was just as difficult as going up.
He was dead, he was not lying to them. This was what they wanted to see, what they had always wanted to see, but they had never mustered up the courage to see it. It was also the first time he realized that there were so many things they had left behind. It turned out that he had been deceiving himself all along. They were all the same.
As they walked down the mountain, they were still shouting "left, right, left" as they went. They were going to collect their equipment and military supplies. They had another regiment, the Sichuan Army Corps. This time they really had an official number.
This may be the only bad news that is not that bad.
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