pjbooks Before Chapter 153, it was already dawn!
Before Chapter 153, it was already dawn!
If I could only read one urban novel in my entire life, it would probably be "How Did I Become a Taoist Ancestor While Selling Peach Wood Swords on Live Stream?"
Li Jun had a dream.
A very strange dream.
He wasn't the protagonist in my dream.
But...
A group of great people.
……
The first thing that appears in the picture is a river.
The river is wide and the current is rapid.
A group of people dressed in gray military uniforms stood by the river.
They were young, mostly in their twenties, some even younger, with a youthful innocence still lingering on their faces.
The military uniforms were tattered and patched, with cotton wadding showing in some places.
The shoes on their feet included straw sandals, cloth shoes, and some were worn by those who were barefoot.
But everyone's eyes were very bright.
It looks like it's burning with flames.
Li Jun stood to the side, watching them.
They couldn't see him.
"Comrades!"
The platoon leader stood at the front of the line, his voice hoarse but full of energy.
"The enemy's pillbox is just ahead!"
"Our mission is to take it down!"
"Do you have confidence?"
"have!"
The young people shouted in unison.
The sound was loud and echoed along the riverbank.
The platoon leader laughed.
He grinned, revealing teeth stained yellow from smoking.
"good!"
"Set off!"
Young men, carrying guns and explosives, crouched low and crept forward along the riverbank.
The watchtower is on the opposite bank of the river.
They have to cross the river first.
There is no boat.
Only water.
The river water in early winter is icy cold.
But no one hesitated.
They jumped into the river, guns in hand, and walked forward step by step.
The river water was above knee-deep.
It didn't reach above the waist.
It went up to my chest.
The youngest one choked on the water when it reached his neck.
He struggled a couple of times to steady himself and continued walking forward.
His face was expressionless.
It's as if it's not a big deal.
Li Jun looked at them.
The river water was so cold.
They seemed oblivious.
Finally, they crossed the river.
I climbed ashore, soaked to the bone, shivering in the cold wind.
But no one said a word.
They lay on the riverbank, looking at the watchtower not far away.
Inside the pillbox, searchlights swept back and forth.
"Ready!"
The platoon leader lowered his voice.
The young people took out the explosive charges and tied them securely.
"First Squad, flank from the left!"
"Second Squad, from the right flank!"
"Class Three, face me head-on!"
"clear!"
Young people started taking action.
Crouching low, running quickly in small steps, using the terrain for cover, they slowly approached the pillbox.
The searchlight swept across.
They lay down.
The searchlight was moved away.
They continued on their way.
Thirty meters.
Twenty meters.
ten meters.
at last.
Someone rushed to the foot of the pillbox.
He stuffed the explosive charge into a crevice in the corner of the pillbox wall.
Light the fuse.
Then he turned and ran.
Chi Chi Chi!
The sound of the fuse burning was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.
They hadn't run very far.
boom!!!
A loud bang!
A large hole was blown open in the corner of the pillbox!
Flames shot into the sky!
"Charge!"
The platoon leader shouted and led his men to charge forward.
Gunfire erupted.
The shouts of battle were deafening.
Li Jun stood at a distance, watching this scene.
Watching those young figures charge and fight amidst the flames.
I saw someone fall down.
Some people got up and continued flushing.
Some people will never get up again.
at last.
The gunfire from the pillbox stopped.
A red flag was planted on the top of the watchtower.
In the firelight, it fluttered and danced.
On the riverbank.
The living people stood in a row.
The platoon leader counts the number of people.
"Class One, full."
"Class Two is missing three people."
"Class Three..."
He paused.
"Four are missing."
No one speaks.
No one cried.
They just stood there, looking in the direction of the pillbox.
Looking at that red flag.
The wind blew by, carrying the smell of gunpowder.
for a long time.
Row/long opening.
"Walk."
"go back."
The young people turned around and walked back.
No one looked back.
But each of them stood so straight.
……
The scene changes.
It turned into a different scene.
A mountain.
There is snow on the mountain.
someone.
He was still wearing his gray military uniform.
But this time, there were far fewer people.
Only seventeen or eighteen.
They huddled together in a cave, seeking warmth.
Outside, the wind and snow were howling.
A young soldier pulled a frozen, hard cornbread from his pocket.
He looked at the steamed buns, then at the people around him.
Then, he broke the cornbread in half.
Divided into more than ten small portions.
The largest portion was handed to a younger soldier next to him.
"eat."
The soldier was stunned for a moment.
"Squad leader, you..."
"Eat," the young man said. "You're small, eat more."
The younger soldier took the small piece of cornbread, his eyes reddening.
But he didn't cry.
He just kept his head down, nibbling away slowly, bit by bit.
Outside the cave, the wind and snow were even stronger.
It was very quiet inside the cave.
Suddenly, footsteps could be heard outside.
Everyone immediately became alert.
Grip the gun tightly.
The footsteps grew closer.
A figure rushed into the cave.
He is their platoon leader.
Covered in snow, his face was purple from the cold, but his eyes were still bright.
"Comrades!"
His voice was hoarse.
"The main force is surrounded!"
"The regimental headquarters ordered us to tie down the enemy!"
"The mission is..."
He paused.
"Hold this hilltop to the death, for three hours!"
There was a moment of silence in the cave.
then.
"Mission accomplished!"
More than ten people shouted in unison.
The sound wasn't loud.
But inside this small cave, the vibrations were so loud they made your eardrums buzz.
The platoon leader laughed.
As he looked at these young faces, his eyes suddenly reddened.
But he quickly turned his head away so they wouldn't see him.
"Walk."
"Set off."
They rushed out of the cave and, braving the wind and snow, climbed up the mountain.
The snow is deep.
Every step was difficult.
But they kept climbing.
Keep climbing upwards.
Finally, they reached the top of the mountain.
There was nothing on the mountaintop.
There were only stones and snow.
They lay prone behind the rocks and set up their guns.
Down the mountain.
A dark mass of enemies is climbing upwards.
They were so numerous and densely packed that they were impossible to count.
The platoon leader looked at those people, then at the people around him.
Then he smiled.
Comrades.
He spoke.
"Today, we may not be able to go back."
The young people remained silent.
He simply gripped the gun tightly.
Are you scared?
The platoon leader asked.
"Don't be afraid!"
They shouted in unison.
The platoon leader nodded.
"it is good."
"Then fight well."
The enemy is getting closer and closer.
Nearly.
closer.
at last.
"beat!"
The platoon leader gave the order.
Gunshots rang out.
An enemy falls.
Another one falls.
But more enemies continued to climb up.
We've run out of bullets.
Use bayonets.
The bayonet bent.
Use stones.
The stones have all been thrown away.
Use your fists.
Use your teeth.
Use everything that is available.
A soldier was stabbed through the stomach by a bayonet.
Before he fell, he clung tightly to the enemy, and together they tumbled down the cliff.
Another soldier had his leg blown off.
He crawled to the platoon leader and handed him the last grenade.
"Platoon leader... to..."
Then he just lay there, motionless.
The platoon leader took the grenade, his eyes red-rimmed.
He gritted his teeth and kept throwing.
Time passed, second by second.
One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours.
at last.
In the distance, the bugle call of the main force could be heard.
The enemy began to retreat.
The battle is over.
The platoon leader leaned against a rock, covered in blood.
He was left alone.
That youngest soldier.
At that moment, he was lying face down next to the platoon leader, trembling all over.
But he didn't cry.
He just looked at the platoon leader.
"Platoon leader..."
He spoke, his voice hoarse.
"We...won?"
The platoon leader nodded.
"We won."
The young soldier smiled.
He grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.
Then, he closed his eyes.
It never opened its eyes again.
The platoon leader looked at him.
Looked for a long time.
"Well done."
He said softly.
Then, he raised his head and looked into the distance.
There, red flags are flying.
……
The scene then changes.
It turned into a village.
The village was burned down.
Everywhere there are ruins and broken walls.
Corpses were everywhere.
People of all ages, men and women.
They lay sprawled in pools of blood.
A group of people dressed in gray military uniforms are searching through the ruins.
They are looking for living people.
But it can't be found.
Suddenly, someone shouted.
"It's here!"
The others ran over.
A child was trapped under the rubble.
He looked about five or six years old, and was covered in blood.
But he still had a breath left.
The soldiers carefully moved the bricks and stones and carried the child out.
It's a boy.
He opened his eyes and looked at the people in gray military uniforms.
There was no fear in his eyes.
I am completely lost.
"Child, what's your name?" someone asked.
The boy shook his head.
he does not know.
Where are your parents?
The boy pointed to the ruins.
There, two bodies lay together.
A man, a woman.
The soldiers fell silent.
for a long time.
A soldier crouched down and looked at the boy.
"child."
He spoke.
"Would you like to come with us?"
The boy looked at him.
Looking at these people in gray military uniforms.
Looking at the bloodshot eyes, the gunpowder on their faces, and the wounds on their bodies.
then.
He nodded.
"Walk."
The soldiers turned and left the ruins.
Behind them, the fire was still burning.
But ahead, it was already dawn.
……
The screen continued to scroll.
Scene after scene.
One mountain after another.
River after river.
One young face after another.
They were laughing.
They were crying.
They charged.
They fell.
They risked their lives to protect the land behind them.
Protecting everyone on this land.
at last.
The image freezes.
It turned into a scene familiar to Li Jun.
Lu County.
Low mountain.
A dilapidated Taoist temple.
Two people were standing in front of the Taoist temple.
A lame old Taoist priest and a thin, eight- or nine-year-old Taoist boy.