Chapter 15 Return to the team ()

(... When a country even prostitutes know to be patriotic and resist; when every citizen of a country knows to pick up a gun, the country will definitely not perish; we are inspired by such a national sentiment, and at the most difficult time we never thought of putting down the gun... Excerpted from "Grandpa's Memories of the War of Resistance")

In Cao Xiaomin's eyes, the streets of Shanghai are so familiar and so strange. The outlines of those roads are vaguely the same as those of later generations, but the buildings that have been preserved are even more lively; they seem to be alive, with a solemn and silent face...

Cao Xiaomin stole Dr. Wang's suit and escaped from the hospital for a long time. He has been wandering around Xujiahui. There are so many trees on the Tianyao Bridge Road where he lived in the original time and space... He can't find his old house, and he is a homeless soul in this time and space. The memory of Laoqu Township in northern Jiangsu has only been fading away. After leaving the hospital, where can he go?

On every road, there are people giving speeches in every wide place. On the stage and the people below the stage are filled with sadness and excitement; it is not the hypocritical expressions of revolutionaries played by handsome men and beauties seen in later movies, but the kind of sadness and excitement that comes from the heart, shouting from the soul, and ejaculation in the eyes; the slogans of the War of Resistance resounded through every sky...

"No one of the martyrs of the security group surrendered, no one escaped. They died heroically in the old fortress company... This is the name of the martyrs..." When Cao Xiaomin passed an intersection, a student-like person was delivering his speech in the crowd. Finally, when he pronounced a long list of names, Cao Xiaomin felt an unspeakable depression and discomfort in his heart. He was particularly afraid of hearing the names of dead, and fearing that there were brothers he knew. Although he knew that it was not the army they were in, the name of each dead martyr hit his chest like a giant hammer...

Patriotism! You know patriotism! Is it really that important? Is a country that allows you to live in pain really worth loving? Cao Xiaomin cursed in his heart. If he doesn't scold or complain, he will be stunned by such a national sentiment...

Cao Xiaomin stumbled into a small hole like a patient, but the sounds from outside still chased him into his ears: "Down with Japanese imperialism!" "China will win!" "I would rather be a dead ghost than a slave to the country!"... Angry shouts were like despising him as a deserter!

"Sir, either...just 50 cents..." The familiar Shikumen stood there with a thin figure leaning against the door, her pretty face looked a bit familiar, and her pink rosy looks so inconsistent with the cold Shikumen. It was a prostitute, the lowest person who made a living by betraying his body.

Cao Xiaomin walked in with his head down. He didn't want anything else, but wanted to avoid the slogans that denounced him... Under the scorching sun, he lowered his head and saw his figure becoming very deformed, like a dirty dwarf shivering in the shadow of the building.

"Sir, are you okay?...Allah has something to do, I'm going out for a walk..." The young prostitute had gotten up at some point and put on her clothes. She was not the gorgeous pink dress that she pulled him into the door, but the simple dress with a blue bottom.

Cao Xiaomin felt a little tired, but he sat up, found 50 cents from Dr. Wang's suit pocket, and handed them to the prostitute. He didn't dare to look at the prostitute, because the dense scars on his body were shocked when he took off his clothes; he was afraid that she knew that he was a soldier and a deserter!

He lowered his head, but suddenly saw a pair of magpies embroidered with white thread on the corner of the clothes on the hem of the little prostitute's newly changed clothes! The blue cloth and the white magpies swayed in front of him. In a trance, he returned to the road full of corpses... the little magpies that always sway in front of him... the weak body that was worried that he would be shot by the plane...

He walked very slowly and deliberately landed behind the little prostitute. The little prostitute was really young, maybe only fifteen or sixteen years old, especially when she changed the simple clothes of the little magpie with pink and blue bottom, she looked even smaller; the little prostitute's hairstyle also changed, she actually tied up two long braids, and she also had a first aid kit on her body!

Cao Xiaomin was walking with cold hands and feet behind him, unable to help but follow the little prostitute. It was very slow, but he could still keep up... There were crowds of people everywhere on the road, whether they were wearing suits, robes, jackets, or even enchanting cheongsams, who exposed their thighs to their roots, shouting the same slogan: Anti-Japanese and National Rescue! The thin little prostitute put the 50 cents he had just given her into a donation box for a student who raised money for the anti-Japanese war, and then proudly raised his chest as if he had done the most proud thing, and walked more briskly...

It's her! The little girl who once gave him life and who appeared in his dreams several times turned out to be a prostitute who made a living by selling her body! This most despicable girl in the eyes of the world donated the money she had for selling her body to the Anti-Japanese War. This despicable girl changed her clean clothes and carried a first aid kit and went to the front line...

Cao Xiaomin suddenly covered his face and sobbed silently! He was a despicable deserter. When the nation and the country were in trouble, he did not have a noble girl who betrayed his body. He was the dirtiest and the lowest person. He was not a human! It turned out that he had never been accompanied in Japan for such a long time, but in this time he did something he looked down upon. He was accompanied a girl who rescued himself from the pile of dead people...

Finally, he didn't dare to follow him. He felt that he was too ugly and he didn't dare to see her face again... Suddenly, he found that he had arrived not far from the hospital. The hospital building was staring at him high in the distance! Then he saw the little girl and a few students who looked like students coming out of the hospital with a stretcher. He could only lower his head and hide among the crowd, afraid that she would recognize him...

"General Zhu Yaohua died for his country, and the big scene was lost..." With the sudden cry of grief and anger, the crowd on the road suddenly became chaotic, and there were panic people; but the little girl and her companions were still so calm and determined, passing by Cao Xiaomin...

...When a country even prostitutes know to be patriotic and to resist; when every citizen of a country knows to pick up a gun, the country will definitely not perish; we are inspired by such a national sentiment, and we never thought about putting down the gun in our hands in the most difficult times... Cao Xiaomin didn't know what situation did Grandpa feel like this, and he didn't remember this paragraph before and after, but he was suddenly hit by the text in his mind like an electric shock!

No! You can't escape! You can't let such a little girl go to the front line instead of soldiers! I can't act as worse than a prostitute when facing national danger! Cao Xiaomin suddenly ran to the hospital like crazy, there was his military uniform, his gun, and his soldiers' soul!

The hospital was in chaos and the wounded were evacuating. Dr. Wang took his suit with one hand, his tired eyes full of sadness: "I can't treat them anymore... By the way, a platoon leader with only one ear came to you with two soldiers, but he couldn't find it; he left you a military uniform and a gun..." In Dr. Wang's small room, he handed Cao Xiaomin a rifle, a 38-large cover with a total of ten regular words engraved on it!

Dr. Wang did not ask him why he had just worn his suit and where he went. He just told him: "The platoon leader couldn't find you. There was a wounded soldier next to him saying that you must have become a deserter, and he slapped him in the face..."

Outside the room, several seriously injured people supported each other, walking out with the help of nurses, while singing the song "The Volunteer March" that Cao Xiaomin would open his mouth every time he raised the flag in the original time and space school, but never sang once... "Get up, people who do not want to be slaves will build our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall! When the Chinese nation is at its most critical moment, everyone is forced to make the last roar! Get up! Get up! Get up!! We are united and brave the enemy's artillery fire! Go forward!! Go forward!! "No flashy accompaniment, no deliberate performance, hoarse battlefield voice, and a few seriously injured people who are out of breath sing this song "The Volunteer March" so tragically amid the constant rumbling cannons!

Cao Xiaomin took his military uniform, and what caught his eye on the military uniform was "The 74th Army of the National Revolutionary Army..." His gaze was blurred by tears...
Chapter completed!