War of Resistance: I Have 800 Warriors
50 A letter from home, fighting to the death for the country

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Night fell on Shanghai.

After a day of battle, even the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

The soldiers carefully wiped the bodies of their dead comrades.

He then changed into clean clothes and placed them on the bed.

Some warriors looked at their familiar comrades. They might have been chatting with them a day ago, but at this moment, they had already closed their eyes.

Tears flowed down their cheeks.

There were even young warriors who held the shoulders of their dead comrades and could not help but tremble and sob.

Men don't shed tears easily, it's just that they haven't reached the point of sadness!

Not to mention these soldiers who bled but did not shed tears.

A small warrior wiped his brother's face, which had long closed its eyes. He gently pressed his cheek against his brother's face.

"Brother, didn't we agree to go to the best cinema in Shanghai to see the best movie stars in China?”

" Didn't we agree to eat at the best restaurant and sleep at the most expensive hotel?"

"Brother, wake up, wake up!”

Tears rolled down from the little warrior's eyes.

But his brother would never wake up again.

His brother had closed his eyes forever!

Chen Shusheng hugged the little soldier's head. He brought a candle and placed it near the little soldier's brother.

"There's a custom over there. After a person dies, they light a candle and place it by their feet.”

"This way, their souls can find their way home!”

"Little girl, Brother Ni and our comrades have all gone home!”

"They don't have to fight anymore!"

As soon as Chen Shusheng's voice fell, everyone burst into tears.

"Go home!"

They had indeed gone home!

Candles were brought up by the students and placed next to the feet of the dead soldiers.

The candlelight flickered, and within the faint light, there was actually a little warmth.

There was a schoolgirl who was washing the bloodstained clothes of a dead officer.

A blood-stained letter fell to the ground.

The female student picked up the letter and opened it to read it carefully under the weak candlelight.

With just one glance, tears rolled down the girl's face.

Seeing that the girl was crying sadly, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to the girl.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying like this?”

"What are you looking at?"

Duan Wu looked at the girl who couldn't stop her tears and quickly asked.

"A letter, a letter from an officer to his wife!”

"He put it in his shirt pocket and died before he could take it out!”

"He probably knew that he would die, but he didn't expect to die so early!”

The female student said with a sobbing tone.

"Love letter?"

"It should be the last letter that the officer left for his family!”

"Just like us, we don't know if our wills can be sent to our own rooms.”

"Little girl, we can't read. Read it for us!”

Yang Guai also turned his head and looked at the female student.

The female student nodded. She tried her best to control her emotions.

"Yuzhi, my wife's love: "

"Today, I followed the team to Luodian and was ordered to reinforce. It was originally my duty, but my parents are old and my family is poor, my wife is young and my children are young.”

"If the family can be thrifty, they should have enough food and clothing. The two old and weak should wear more clothes according to the season and eat more. When the sons grow up, they should still be soldiers to avenge their father and be loyal to the country.”

"One day, our flag will fly on Mount Fuji, so that our descendants will never have to suffer such humiliation again.”

The entire four-row warehouse fell silent.

Tears inadvertently streaked across the faces of these iron-blooded men.

At this moment, he could no longer hide his grief.

There were more than four hundred soldiers in the four-row warehouse. How many of them did not have family or parents?

There were also a few that were not the most colorful years of one's life.

What awaited them seemed to be death.

Everyone wanted to live!

But someone had to die!

Unfortunately, they were chosen by fate and were about to die.

However, they were also very lucky because the persistence and faith in their hearts told them.

Their sacrifices and deaths were not meaningless.

Old Tie took out a cigarette from the sheep's crutch pocket and lit it up.

As the smoke ring spread, Old Tie let out a breath of turbid air.

"Veteran, why do you think this is? They were all raised by their parents. They also had children and wives.”

"Why aren't they afraid of death? They had died on the battlefield today. What would happen to their parents, wives, and children in the future?”

Old Tie felt a knot in his heart.

There was an indescribable pain and sorrow.

On the other side, Lin Danyang, whose wound had been mended by a needle and thread, suddenly opened her eyes.

The tears at the corners of his eyes had not completely dried.

"Because they all have a belief in their hearts!”

"They know that as a soldier of Xia Country, it's a blessing for their husband Xu Guo to die on the battlefield!”

Lin Danyang looked at the flickering candlelight and slowly answered Old Tie's question.

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