Fangzheng never expected such an outcome. He felt somewhat disappointed. How was he to help the elder complete the mission without knowing anything?
At that moment, Huang Xinghua came over. When he heard Huang Zhenhua's words, he more or less guessed what they were talking about. Hence, he said, "My dad doesn't like to speak. He keeps everything to himself. Especially this matter, he has never talked about it. I think he probably wants to do it himself. Although he didn't say it, we know that he's looking for someone. As for who … we aren't sure either. "
Fangzheng pressed his palms together. "Amitabha. So that's how it is."
Fangzheng looked at the elder through the window. "Can This Penniless Monk enter to take a look?"
Although Fangzheng's behavior was a little odd, his performance had impressed Huang Xinghua several times. Furthermore, he didn't seem like someone who had ill intentions towards the elder. If not, there was no need for him to remind them to send the box in. Therefore, Huang Xinghua nodded in response to the request.
However, Huang Zhenhua said, "You can enter, but don't disturb my dad's rest."
Fangzheng nodded. "Patron, don't worry. This Penniless Monk will only take a look. He will definitely not disturb your rest."
Only then did the two agree. Fangzheng walked into the ward and looked at the motionless elder who was staring at the box with widened eyes. He felt widened. He couldn't figure out why the elder was so obsessed with the box. He also couldn't figure out what the elder had experienced or done for him to have such immense merit!
By the side, Red Boy whispered, "Master, if you really want to understand him, can't you just enter his dream? Although the elder has dementia, his mind is constantly thinking about things. "
Fangzheng was taken aback. He had nearly forgotten about this matter! Therefore, Fangzheng's mind stirred. A Golden Millet Dream!
"One! Two! One! "
"One! Two! One! "
"Bro, why are we practicing this? Can't we just give them guns? "A short youth grumbled unhappily as he walked with the troops.
"What do you know? This is called organizational discipline. Don't think too much. Just follow the instructions," said a slightly tall man.
And not far away, Fangzheng and Red Boy were standing by the side of the troops.
"Master, why are you bringing me to a dream?" asked a puzzled Red Boy.
"It's nothing. Let's watch together," said Fangzheng.
Red Boy curled his lips and said, "What's there to look at? You can tell from their clothes that they are definitely not powerful people. It's fine if their clothes are tattered, but they're all so skinny … "
Fangzheng rapped Red Boy on the head and said, "However, it was these people who protected 9.6 million square kilometers of our motherland!"
Red Boy said in surprise, "How is that possible? Those enemies must be trash … "
Fangzheng did not say a word. "Watch quietly. You will see their enemy."
This was the depths of a mountain. There were only a few bungalows and everything was in tatters. The soldiers were not dressed neatly and were a little messy, but their spirits were incomparably high. Their eyes were as bright as the stars, brimming with vigor, as if they were looking forward to something.
The team in front of them only had about twenty people. Standing beside them was an officer wearing a light blue uniform with many patches. He was shouting commands, and from time to time, he would say a few words about the purpose of today's training. "You newbies, you're too undisciplined. Who told you to charge before the horn sounded? Also, Huang Ren, you are too much. Every time you give a lecture, you skip class! "
"Reporting!" Huang Ren shouted.
"Speak!"
"I'm not skipping class. I just can't figure out what's the point of all this! I'm here to fight the Japanese. Can't you just hand me a gun? "
"Hand you a gun? Just like how you charged blindly? Why would I give you a gun? Are you sending yourself to your death? "
"I'm not afraid of death! When I came out, Mom said that the ones who are afraid of death are not the sons of the Xiang family! Those who are afraid of death shouldn't be soldiers! As long as the Japanese flee, so what if I die? I'm not afraid! "
"Hehe, you darn punk. You sure have a glib tongue. But I want to tell you that you are a soldier to kill the Japanese, not to send yourself to your death! Your lives are precious. I want you to live and continue living. Only by living can you kill more enemies! Do you understand? "asked the Political Commissar.
"Yes!" exclaimed Huang Ren.
"Chen Dashan!" said the Political Commissar.
"Here!" A tall man standing beside Huang Ren shouted with his head held high. Clearly, he looked more like a soldier than Huang Ren.
The Political Commissar said, "You were in the regular army before and are literate. Guide Huang Ren well in the future."
"Yes!" Chen Dashan shouted.
"Alright, continue training!" said the Political Commissar.
The scene changed. Huang Ren and Chen Dashan were hiding under a straw shed as it rained heavily outside. However, the duo did not care if it rained or not.
Chen Dashan squatted on the ground and used a stick to write two words.
Huang Ren said excitedly, "That's my name? Brother Dashan, is that for real? Is my name that nice? "
"That's right. That's your name. Huang Ren, these are the words I'll teach you today. Practice your name first, and I'll teach you one by one in the future. How about that?" said Chen Dashan with a smile.
"Alright, that's great. Haha!" Huang Ren laughed extremely happily.
Following that, Chen Dashan taught Huang Ren how to write his name. Huang Ren was indeed smart. Not only did he learn his name in a day, but he also learned the name of his unit, Daxiang Village Detachment.
At night, Huang Ren pestered Chen Dashan to learn more words. After some thought, Chen Dashan taught Huang Ren the word "Man"!
Then, he said something with a serious expression. Huang Ren stood rooted to the ground.
The scene changed again. Clearly, a lot of time had passed. Huang Ren had grown a little taller, but Chen Dashan was still the same as before. He stood beside Huang Ren like an elder brother, like a mountain or a barrier. It was as though he was constantly protecting this younger brother beside him.
The duo lay prone on the mountain ridge with weeds and branches draped over them. Clearly, they were preparing for an ambush.
Before long, a group of Country R troops retreated pathetically from below. They were flustered along the way. Clearly, they were a defeated army that was on the run.
With a shout, the battle began!
However, there were no gunshots as one would imagine from television. Instead, it was the sound of firecrackers being lit and thrown into a metal bucket, producing the sound of a machine gun. As for Huang Ren and company, they tried their best to aim, aim, and aim again before firing! There was no other way. They did not have many bullets on hand. They could not afford to fire randomly, nor could they afford to fight!
Pa!
A crisp gunshot sounded as a Country R soldier collapsed in a pool of blood with a tragic cry. When Huang Ren saw this, he shouted excitedly, "I hit him!"
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