"Bullshit! I'm an old man with bones like this, how could I still have children?" Xu Shoucai said impatiently. "Let me go, you old hag! If we delay any longer, the Japanese will escape!"
"Dad, Mom, I'm going!" Xu Dading, who had been lying in the house like a corpse, came out shirtless. He had been depressed these days and had become even thinner, looking like a stick insect.
"Son, where are you going? I'm still here, it's not your turn to go to the battlefield!" Xu Shoucai roared.
Xu Dading said, "I'm a cripple anyway. If I can kill a Japanese soldier once in my life, it'll be worth dying for!"
Upon hearing this, Xu Shoucai burst into tears. "Son, we are descendants of martyrs. Your grandfather was a hero of the War of Resistance Against Japan. We can be idle and do nothing, but we cannot do anything immoral!"
Liu Qingju covered her face and cried bitterly, "It has nothing to do with my son, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, I've tarnished the Xu family. If I go to fight the Japanese and die, at least I'll have done right by the old man who sacrificed his life for the country!"
Xu Xiangyang was brewing medicine for Xu Jianmin when he heard the bugle call. He got up and rushed out of the kitchen. "Uncle, I'll take you and Sister Xiulan to the air-raid shelter first."
"Xiangyang, go and provide support first, don't worry about us," Xu Jianmin said.
Xu Xiangyang shook his head, "But you can't walk, and Sister Xiulan can't carry you either."
“Then we’ll stay home, as long as we keep the doors and windows closed.” Xu Jianmin pressed his nephew’s shoulder. “Xiangyang, you go. You’re a militiaman, a descendant of a martyr. When the Japanese come, you must rush to the front immediately.”
If his leg hadn't been injured, he would never have let his nephew go. Now that his nephew has taken his place in the militia, the responsibility of protecting the villagers can only be entrusted to his nephew.
Xu Xiangyang nodded emphatically, "Okay, Uncle, I'll go. You guys take care of yourselves."
He went back into the house to get the gun, glanced at his uncle and Gao Xiulan, and quickly went out the door.
Gao Xiulan bolted the courtyard gate, her heart pounding.
"Don't be afraid. Even if it means death, I will protect you," Xu Jianmin said, holding her hand.
Gao Xiulan's eyes reddened, but she nodded with a smile.
At Uncle Xu's house, Xu Guoqing was giving his grandfather a haircut with a razor when he heard the bugle call and asked in confusion, "An exercise?"
It's getting hot, so Uncle Xu got a short haircut. He shook his almost-finished head and said, "I didn't hear about any drills today."
"Could it be?" Excitement slowly surfaced in Xu Guoqing's eyes. "The Japanese devils are coming!"
Uncle Xu predicted his grandson's next move and grabbed him back as he tried to run away. "Don't go and cause trouble, hurry up and come with me to the air-raid shelter!"
After the bugle call ended, Xu Guoqiang picked up his family's wooden gun and was about to leave when Grandma Yu and Sun Xia, holding Xu Lanlan's hand with one hand and Hu Zi's hand with the other, reminded him, "Be careful."
Seeing their solemn expressions, as if they had experienced a life-or-death separation, Xu Guoqiang couldn't help but say, "It's just an enemy agent, nothing serious. Just close the door and don't let him in."
He blew the alarm to keep the villagers from running around, lest they be captured by enemy agents and taken hostage, which would be troublesome.
one?
Grandma Yu and Sun Xia exchanged a glance, both speechless. Why are you sounding the alarm when there's only one enemy agent?
Anyone who didn't know better would think the Japanese had invaded the village!
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