PFC Chapter 165 The Most Unexpected Person
Chapter 165 The Most Unexpected Person
"Charge!"
"It's still the charge!"
Pan Yinian suddenly rushed to the window.
His room was on the third floor, and through the window he could just see the street outside.
At this time, it was just dawn.
The street lights are out.
It was a little dark.
It’s okay up close, but farther away, you can only see hazy black shadows.
But Pan Yinian saw the bright red color a few hundred meters away at a glance.
It’s like the first rays of dawn every morning.
It also looks like the bright cinnabar red in Chinese paintings.
It is so bright red.
It's so glaring.
As the bright red color slowly moved, a group of figures followed behind.
The national flag fluttering in the wind instantly stung Pan Yinian's eyes.
Although, they are several hundred meters apart.
Although, the sky was extremely dark.
But he recognized it at a glance.
That was the flag that guided him yesterday.
The Nanjing University purple next to it is the school flag of Nanjing University.
"Fools, a bunch of idiots..."
"Get out! Get back here, everyone! Get out!"
Pan Yinian was so angry that he started cursing in the street.
Now, those traitors and lackeys are worried about not finding someone to take the blame, so why are you showing up?
Also, Su Ying.
Where is your sanity?
Where is your coolness?
What about what you promised me?
Pan Yinian was so angry that he started cursing, but as he cursed, his eyes became hot and his lips began to tremble.
It's not just him.
The windows of the other four rooms in this row were also pushed open from the inside.
The old soldier with the broken arm and Dai Tuhui and others were also cursing.
But their curses were drowned out by the charge.
Drowned in waves of sound.
"The White Mountain looks up to the sky, and the vast forests are lush with ancient pines.
I wonder where the heroic spirits are. Can the younger generations remember: how heroic they were back then, and how calm they were that day?
Looking back again, the poem was written in blood, and China should pay attention to it.
Don’t forget, there are still ghosts worshipping ghosts, and thick clouds on the sea...”
The remaining ghosts worship ghosts, and the clouds on the sea are thick!!!
Haha, isn’t that the case now?
Pan Yinian stared coldly at the thin middle-aged man next to him. His eyes were like knives. He wished he could stab the thin middle-aged man with holes all over him. He wished he could drag the thin middle-aged man to his death like those martyrs.
He had never hated someone so much as he did at this moment.
Even at the beginning of his rebirth, Liu Yiyi and his second uncle were not hated by him so much.
However, the thin middle-aged man acted as if he couldn't see it and raised his hand to point in another direction.
There, they were facing the team from Nanjing University from afar.
There is also a glaring national flag there.
Compared to the charming olive green of Nanjing University, the clothes those people wore were varied.
But these people are lined up in a formation that Nanjing University can never match.
It was like pieces of blood tofu walking out of the night.
The pace is uniform.
Majestic and solemn.
The singing is uniform and loud.
"Win the battle for the motherland,
Listen, the horn of a new journey is blowing,
The goal of strengthening the army calls us forward.
If the country wants to be strong, we must take responsibility.
The battle flag is filled with iron-blooded glory..."
"Battle Song of a Strong Army".
Is that Chen Ningning and the others?
Military Academy!!!
Pan Yinian suddenly froze in place.
Compared with Nanjing University and the huge group of citizens behind it, military academy students are the ones who should least appear here.
Because, as soon as they appear, they represent the attitude of the military.
Under such circumstances, how could the military academy express its position first?
Even if they are wearing casual clothes, it won’t work!
But before he could come to his senses, the thin middle-aged man's hand pointed straight ahead again.
Facing the entrance of the detention center.
Compared with the anti-Japanese war poems of Nanjing University and the military songs of the military academy, the group of people in front seems the least noticeable.
They are the smallest in scale.
But it was these people who demonstrated the momentum of thousands of troops, and the tragic and resolute spirit of those martyrs who fought together for the national crisis.
"Have you not seen the Han Zhongjun,
The young captive asked for a long tassel,
Have you not seen Ban Dingyuan?
The light cavalry from the remote region urges the battle clouds,
A man should take risks seriously.
How can I let a scholar ruin my life..."
The old and tragic song instantly tore time and space apart. Half of the city was a modern metropolis, and the other half was the dilapidated Jinling, which was filled with wailing and despair.
They are like the ghosts coming out of that era of gunfire.
An old man wearing an old gray military uniform and with military medals hanging all over his chest walked in front.
Behind them, there were old men and women with gray hair...
They walked at a faltering, slow pace.
They walked with firm steps and held their heads high.
Even the old men and women who needed help to walk seemed to have returned to those days full of blood and tears. They stood with their backs straight and held hands, just like more than half a century ago, knowing that they would die but still moving forward.
Even the old men and women sitting in wheelchairs were singing the Expeditionary Force's military song at the top of their lungs.
Until, a tall middle-aged man, accompanied by a row of policemen, stood in front of these people.
"Everyone, I know what you want, and I also know what you are thinking."
"But now is a new era. Society needs to develop and the country needs to progress. We cannot let history blind us. The island countries are our friendly neighbors. What happened in history has nothing to do with them."
"What's more, they have already apologized in history..."
The middle-aged man felt his scalp tingling as he looked at the old men and women in front of him;
Looking at the other two teams getting closer and closer in the distance, he felt anxious and angry.
Attacking the Foot Basin Street, beating up Foot Basin friends, and setting fire to the Foot Basin Street—this is a major event that could trigger a diplomatic conflict...
But his words completely angered this group of old figures.
"What did you say?"
An old lady with snow-white hair walked up to the middle-aged man with firm steps.
Those old eyes pierced into the middle-aged man's eyes like nails.
"What is history? What does it mean to not be blinded?"
“Have you ever lived through that era?”
"Do you know what happened in that era?"
“If you were born in that era;”
"Your mothers, your sisters, your children, will be taken to comfort stations to comfort their soldiers."
"Your father, your brother, and your son will die under their butcher knives and become subjects of living experiments."
"If you weren't born in that era, you'll never be able to imagine what we went through."
"I'll tell you what we've been through."
stab...
The old lady with snow-white hair tore off her sleeves, revealing her arms covered with scars.
Not only her, but all the old ladies tore off their sleeves.
All the old men took off their shirts, revealing scars all over their bodies.
Gunshot wounds, knife wounds, whip wounds, iron wounds...
There are many unimaginable scars.
Seeing this scene, Pan Yinian's eyes turned red with anger.
I wish I could roar to the sky.
I wanted to roar in anger.
But now he was locked in the house, and he could only grit his teeth and watch these people present that unbearable scene and the bloody scars to the world again.
The old lady with snow-white hair shook her scarred arms and asked angrily:
"see it?"
“They destroyed our homes and our bodies, but did they conquer us?”
"Open your eyes and look at us. They can't conquer us."
"More than half a century ago, our men, in order to keep us alive, fought to protect us like fathers and brothers. Even with only one breath left, they would never give up. They gave me this life."
"They paid for it with their lives."
"They trade their lives for food and drink."
"They never cared about our identities. They couldn't bear to see us turn into ashes and smoke."
"They want us to survive."
"To keep us alive, they risked their own lives, disregarded everything, knew no pain, and had only one thing to say."
"They said: They will drive away the little foot basin."
"They said: In the future there will be a new China where people can have enough food and clothing and live with their heads held high."
"Now we have hope and something to look forward to."
"For this hope, for this expectation, our men died at the hands of Zhonghuamen, our eldest son died at the hands of the butcher Jiaobenzi, our second son died in Jiangcheng, and our youngest son died in the Northeast."
"And then, our daughter."
"In the end, it's us."
"We want to die with them. We want to avenge our parents, brothers, men, and children."
"But we're not dead yet."
"We survived, and we are still alive today."
"We really wanted to go down and look for them, but we just kept carrying on, enduring, and holding on until today."
"We have become living evidence, living history."
"Our blood, our flesh, our bones, our skin, have all become evidence and history."
"But you just said lightly, 'That's history, don't let history blind you,' and said they've already apologized."
"What right do they have to kill people? What right do they have to come here and kill people? Is that all it takes to just say sorry? Just say it's history?"
"Didn't your ancestors have any brothers or sisters who were killed by the Foot Basin People?"
"Didn't any of your ancestors sacrifice their lives for the prosperity we have today?"
"But what did you do?"
"Can your ancestors close their eyes?"
"Can 30 wronged souls close their eyes?"
[Thanks to Lao Li next door, Qimao Book Friend_, and Xia Tianshang. One and a half chapters will be extended, and the second chapter will be updated before 12 o'clock. Cover your face]