Anti-Japanese heroic righteousness

The second-class soldier was sitting on the bed, crying softly, with one hand hanging around his neck. Judging from the bandaged part, it seemed that the wrist was gone. The other hand was still wiping tears from time to time. A layer of fluff, estimated to be about seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Little brother, why are you crying?" Jiang Haoran strode forward and said loudly.

The second-class soldier got up in shock, sat up straight, and quickly wiped away his tears. Looking at the group of star-studded officers who suddenly appeared in front of him, he was obviously stunned, and then stood up to salute with his still good right hand, and said: "Report, sir, I miss you. Brother!"

Jiang Haoran thought that the second-class soldier was crying because of his broken arm, but when he heard this, he immediately laughed and said, "Don't worry, after this battle is over, you will be able to go home and see your brother immediately, I promise, This time will not be too long, and you will be sent back by plane."

With their hands gone, they naturally can no longer stay in the army. Once the crisis in front of them is eliminated, they will definitely return to the rear.

But what Jiang Haoran didn't expect was that the second-class soldier who had stopped crying suddenly cried again, choked up and said: "Sir, I can't see you anymore. My brother was killed in the battle two days ago. I blame me for being useless. Seeing the enemy My brother pushed me away, but I was blown to pieces by the shells. I didn't even know that piece of meat belonged to him. I blamed me for being useless. I killed my brother! Sir , I beg you, don't let me go back, I want to kill devils!"

The second-class soldier lost control of his emotions when he said that, and the tears couldn't be stopped, and they flowed out.

Jiang Haoran sighed lightly, stroked the head of the second-class soldier, and said: "Your brother is a good man, so you should live well and honor your parents on behalf of your brother. I believe your brother's spirit in heaven will be gratified, kill the devil Leave the matter to us, don't worry, we will help you avenge this revenge."

"My parents are long gone. After the battle of Xuzhou, the little devils bloodbathed our village. My parents were killed by the little devils. Both my sisters and sister-in-law were defiled by the Japanese army. The two sisters were killed by the devils on the spot. My sister-in-law couldn't bear the humiliation. I threw my two-year-old niece into a well and committed suicide. I survived because I was chopping firewood in the mountains. When I came back, I was shocked by everything in my family. Except for our family, all [-] people in the village were killed. The devils were killed, except for me, no one was spared. It took me seven days to bury my family and the whole village, and then I fled all the way. It took me more than a year to find my brother's troops. It was my elder brother who brought me into the army. He said, the only mission we live for now is to kill devils, and we will never go back until we have killed [-] devils. Now we have only killed [-] devils, and we are still short of [-] devils. Two, so sir, I beg you, don't let me go back, I beg you!"

The second-class soldier grabbed Jiang Haoran's arm as he said that, with tears streaming down his face, his eyes were filled with anticipation, which made it impossible to refuse. He kept calling sir, probably not knowing that standing in front of him was their president. Commander Jiang Haoran, but he could tell that Jiang Haoran was the biggest officer among these officers. Although Jiang Haoran was wearing the combat uniform of the Snow Wolf Special Forces and had no military rank on him, everyone surrounded him.

Since Jiang Haoran was speechless at the moment, he didn't know how to comfort the young man, and he didn't know how to answer his request. A soldier without hands can't stay in the army no matter what. The enemy would drag other brothers down at critical moments, but he couldn't say this directly, he was afraid that if he said it, the soldier would lose even the belief in living.

Leng Rushuang seemed to see Jiang Haoran's embarrassment, stepped forward to hold the second-class soldier's hand, and said, "Little brother, are you willing to listen to my sister?"

At this time, Leng Rushuang was also in tears. The experience of the second-class soldier was so miserable that it almost moved all the officers present, not to mention her soft-hearted woman.

The second-class soldier looked at Leng Rushuang blankly, but nodded slightly.

Leng Rushuang wiped away her tears, and said: "Little brother, your current situation is no longer suitable for staying in the army, and it is impossible for you to kill a hundred and two devils, you listen to my sister, and my sister arranges for you Go to the arsenal of the No.40 Group Army. You can make bullets and guns in the arsenal. Every bullet and every shell you produce will hit the enemy and let the enemy die in the bullets and shells you made yourself. Only in this way can you complete the task your brother entrusted to you, do you think this will work?"

"Is that the case?" the second-rank soldier asked blankly.

Jiang Haoran replied affirmatively: "Forget it, for sure! Little brother, I think it's settled like this. After you go back, you go directly to the arsenal to produce more bullets and shells. We will help you all to the little devil." Go, so that every time you kill a little devil, you will have the credit, and soon you will be able to complete the task your brother entrusted to you!"

The second-class soldier then grinned, with tears still on his face.

Just as Jiang Haoran was about to continue walking, he heard a voice whispering: "Excuse me, are you the commander-in-chief Jiang Haoran?"

Xunsheng looked up, and Jiang Haoran saw, just behind the second-class soldier, an old soldier wearing a hospital gown was lying on a hospital bed, with a high quilt under his head, more like sitting.

Generally, the wounded soldiers who put on hospital uniforms in the field hospital have basically undergone major operations. The veterans look very pale and their spirits are not very good, which obviously belongs to this category.The reason why he is called a veteran is because there is a set of neatly folded military uniforms on his bedside. , but a pair of eyes are still sharp, giving people a feeling that the tiger's disease is not overwhelmed.

"Yes, I am Jiang Haoran, veteran, hello!" Jiang Haoran stepped forward quickly, and extended his right hand to the veteran.

But the old soldier looked at Jiang Haoran's hands indifferently. Jiang Haoran was taken aback for a moment, but soon realized that there might be something wrong with the old soldier's hands. He lifted the thin quilt and was stunned by the scene in front of him. They were all wrapped in gauze, and everything below the elbow joint was gone.

But the frightening thing is yet to come, because Jiang Haoran soon discovered that the bulge of the quilt was very short, not even the normal length of a person. One pair of legs, one from the top of the thigh, the other from the knee down.

Jiang Haoran wiped away tears, covered the veteran with a quilt, straightened his waist, and saluted the veteran with a standard military salute, and the generals behind him also saluted the veteran.