The morning dew in the morning light shines in the sun, and the wind is as gentle as a gauze; the beautiful singing brushes by, spreading all over the world with the fragrance of begonia.

The beautiful singing passes by, and the fragrance of begonia spreads all over the world.

She was singing about her lover, he was protecting his motherland; she was writing letters of lovesickness, and he firmly held the spear in his hand.

My lover, open the throat of a bird and sing loudly; let the song spread to the distance with longing until the frontier of the motherland.

The brave warriors are full of passion and miss the girl who wrote the letter in their hearts; they fight bravely to defend their homes and country, and blend their love under the green mountains.

Fight bravely to defend the country and blend their love under the green mountains.

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This is the lyrics of a song called "Begonia". It was created in the Patriotic War of the Three Years of the Destruction of the Republic. The melody was light and lively, but it spread throughout the devastated land with artillery fire and blood.

In the cold trenches, the tormented soldiers held cold weapons and were trembling under the enemy's artillery fire, but because of this innocent song of the girl, they missed their lover behind them. They were tender and comforted in justice and love. They launched round after round of charges without fear of death, watering the land under them with blood, and protecting the eternal love.

Scholars have always had a question: is it "Begonia" that sublimates the Patriotic War, or does the Patriotic War create "Begonia"?

This is impossible to know, but one thing is certain that it is unimaginable. After baptism, it has not only been widely sung, but also gained eternal life and became a song that the republicans will never forget.

In Xuchang City, under the light of dawn, a woman woke up from her sleep in an ordinary house. She walked to the crying baby, gently caressed the new life, and sang the beautiful "Begonia" quietly from her mouth. The elegant singing was like a refreshing spring, calming down all irritability and throbbing.

The baby stopped crying after hearing the wonderful song, stared at the person who brought him to this world with wide eyes and curiosity. Suddenly, he smiled and stretched out his fleshy little hand, gently stroked the woman's face, and occasionally touched the red lips that fluctuated due to the melody of the singing.

On the big bed, the woman's husband had also woken up. It was five o'clock in the morning and he was still sleepy, but there was no displeasure on his face. He just looked at the woman who was taking care of the child so gently, his eyes full of tenderness.

The woman seemed to feel her gentle gaze, and smiled back. The two of them had become eternal under the gentle morning light, as beautiful as a poetic painting.

Such a scene is by no means an isolated case in Xuchang City. The citizens of the city have woken up from their dreams one after another, some of them are sleepy and sleepy, some are lazy and staring at the dawn light in the sky, and some are stretching to prepare for the whole day of work.

The war did not seem to have any impact on them, because they firmly believed that the army in the city would protect innocent civilians and would not let them suffer from the harassment of war, as always.

Just as the whole city woke up from its sleep one after another, a fire rising from the horizon broke the serene.

The residents originally thought it was the opening ceremony of a store, or the fireworks emitted by the defenders to boost morale, but under the increasing astonishment of everyone, they watched the fires rising from the sky get closer and closer, and hit the city like a star fall.

This "meteor" suddenly disintegrated in the air and divided into dozens of nearly hundreds of small pieces, just like a miracle descending in the sky, spreading its angel wings, carrying grace and blessings.

But when these fragments landed, they turned into natural disasters and the so-called blessing did not exist at all, only the destruction of the Black Scythe of the Death God.

Napalm bombs, these debris that landed on the ground are not other objects, but warheads loaded with napalm bombs. When they fall to the ground, the shells splashed fuel all over the sky. These burning oily liquids are like thick pig paste, which can never be removed as long as they touch them. Whether they slap them with their hands, wrap them in clothes, roll on the ground, or escape into the water, the flames will only burn bigger and bigger until they burn the person to a charred corpse.

At first, the people in Xuchang thought it was an accident or somewhere to catch fire, but when endless artillery fire rose from the horizon and swept the city with demonic sulfur-like napalm bombs, they realized that the disaster was coming!

"Ah!!! Husband!! Save me!! Save me!!!" A woman hit by a napalm bomb has become a completely fire man, with a black thick oil that can never be burned. Her skin and muscles are rapidly drying up in the flames and carbonized. She can only make a torn sound in her throat. She pounced on her husband in despair.

My husband, who had no time to hide, was pounced on him. In the blink of an eye, the whole body was stained with fuel like pigs, turning him into skewers on the grill. The fat was whispered in the roasting place, and half of his body was burned. Before he died, he cried in despair: "Child!! Our child!! Who will help our child!!! He is still in the house!"

The husband's shouting did not work. Their children were sleeping in the house at this time, but the wooden house was vulnerable under the attack of napalm bombs and was dyed into charcoal in a short time. The entire structure completely collapsed, burying this originally warm home with the poor child in the sea of ​​fire.

More and more shells descended like meteorites in the Cretaceous period, tearing the ancient city mercilessly. The land was shattered, the houses were overturned, and the human body turned into ashes in the rolling flames. The boundless black smoke enveloped the city, like the black fog spit out by the god of death.

The sky has lost its original color, and the fire burned every piece of land, like a demon opening a huge mouth, swallowing all the lives that they licked. As the temperature rose sharply, some residents who were not directly attacked were burned by the respiratory tract. Some even patted their shrinking and smoking skin all over their bodies, and rolled on the ground in pain, and eventually they gradually lost movement and became a mummy without water...

There were also some poor people trapped at home and were not burned to death by the flames, but died of suffocation because of the inhalation of thick smoke, including the woman who sang "Begonia" for the baby. The family of three shivered and shivered in the terrified embrace, and eventually turned into a corpse that was hugged tightly.

From a distance, Xuchang City has turned into an endless sea of ​​fire, and has begun to be boundlessly twisted under the cover of flames, like a daunting magic mirror...
Chapter completed!