Taoist temple in the mountains

Chapter 727, sounding the rallying call

This is a fight to the death.

In the eyes of outsiders, it was a very stupid battle. The warrior who could have run away chose to stay and sacrifice with the villagers.

Li Yun felt that, just like the movie "Operation Red Sea", which was recently released, it was really worthwhile to sacrifice so many elite fighters for one person's life.
Many people who don't understand the meaning of it are not worth shouting, spicy chicken movies, and hypocrisy.

Are these fighters really protecting only one person's life?
What they maintain is the dignity of the Chinese people.
It's like the choice of the Eighth Route Warriors headed by Fang Zhenghe at that time.

Maintained the dignity of the Chinese people, never bowed their heads like the enemy bandits, did not choose to retreat strategically, but chose to resist to the death——

This is bloody.

At this moment, Fang Zhenghe suddenly started coughing violently.

After coughing for a while, he recovered.

It didn't seem to slow down again.

Fang Zhenghe was already like a rotten tree.

Can die at any time.

In fact, it is very normal. There are very few veterans in the anti-Japanese period who can live to the present, and there are even fewer who can live in such a healthy way as Fang Zhenghe.

The time has come.

The people of the past era will eventually pass away.

After Fangzheng calmed down, he leaned against the wall next to him with emotion.

"What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking about when you will die." Li Yun paused, then smiled: "Maybe, just in a minute, maybe within an hour, when you will die depends on you."

Fang Zhenghe was not angry at Li Yun casually talking about his own life and death.

He also knew that his time was running out.
"You kid, it's really ugly to speak."

"Pimpedao is just telling the truth." Li Yun got up and said, "Come on, your destination is not the entrance of the village."

Fang Zhenghe was stunned for a moment, didn't say much, stood up, and just remembered to return the tea bowl to Li Yun.

Only to find that the broken bowl had disappeared.

Suddenly disappeared from his hands.

"Strange Taoist"

Fang Zhenghe saw old man Fang
The two of them didn't seem to know each other, and passed by silently.

"You know where it is."

"Pindao not only knows this place, but also knows what happened here."

"Is that so?"

Fang Zhenghe shook his head, with an expression that looks like you're looking like a Tucson.

At Li Yun's age, how could he know what happened at the scene.

"Because, this thing is still happening in this piece of land." Li Yun said indifferently: "The Japanese soldiers slaughtered civilians, and the civilians ran desperately. Only three people can drive out nearly a hundred villagers. Running around, massacring recklessly, after the massacre, sank into the ground again, waiting for the next moment, and this heavy tragedy will be staged again."

Fang Zhenghe was a little speechless, but found that Li Yun was already standing in front of him.

The eyes seem to be able to see through everything.

"All of this is still happening in front of the poor, don't you know?"

"I, I know." Fang Zhenghe flinched a little.

"No, you don't know. You came here because of the people here. If you want, I can show you." Li Yuncai nodded his forehead without waiting for Fang Zhenghe to agree or disagree. .

Fang Zhenghe felt that the chaos in front of him had all disappeared.

The cloudy vision brought by the presbyopia became clear.

What happened on this land in the past was presented before Fang Zhenghe's eyes.

Fang Zhenghe looked dazed and shocked, as if seeing this scene for the first time.

Then, he cried.

"Second girl."

"Xiao Ming."

"Doggie."

"Uncle Big Cow."

aging of the body.

Memory decline.

Half of the body has been buried in the ground.

When people get old, they will forget that this is a physiological limit, and no one can escape it.

However, time can erase the memory of the body, but it cannot erase the memory of the soul.

"It seems to be really useful." Li Yun looked at Fang Zhenghe's expression, and knew that the well water he used in Meng Po's bowl had worked.

Well water from this village.

Carrying the memories of the past.
Carrying the memory of Fang Zhenghe
"Why does he know everyone? Who is he? So it's you! So it's you!" The old man Fang was also awakened from dusty memories, and suddenly said excitedly: "You, you are Brother Zhenghe! You are Brother Zhenghe!"

"You're a big blackie, you're still alive, you're really still alive, so it's great to have you alive."

Fang Zhenghe cried.

Crying very hard, old tears.

Heartbreaking.

The surrounding villagers all looked over and saw only two crying old men.

"are you crazy."

These villagers left the open space with only a simple comment.

Li Yun sighed. Most of the time, among happy people, he doesn't even know that his happiness is bought by other people's sacrifices.

Old man Fang and Fang Zhenghe didn't pay attention to their opinions.

When the two meet, everything goes without saying.

At this time, an unconscious soul stood in front of Fang Zhenghe.

And I'm holding an oversized rolling pin in my hand
Unconscious, just stood by and watched blankly.

"mother"

Fangzhenghe murmured, tears streaming down his face.

how many years.

finally meet again
Ming Ye could also see that, just as she was about to cry, the scene where the mother and child met, the next moment, the mother took a rolling pin and pushed her butt towards Fang Zhenghe's head.

It hurts to look at it
Back then, it was the same, the stick fell on Fang Zhenghe's head.

"This is the thing you regret most. You didn't die on the battlefield like your comrades. I feel ashamed of others." Li Yun said.

Fang Zhenghe knelt down, facing the souls of these villagers.

He felt sorry for them.

Yes, he was part of the fight too.

It was only in the last unprepared situation that his mother knocked him out and hid him.

Maternal love is selfish and great.

Even if you rush towards the enemy with a rolling pin, you must let your children survive.

Soldiers died.

The villagers were killed by these ghosts. For these predatory people, it was just a small village where locusts passed.

Only the flames of war and gunpowder smoke remain.

The time has come again, and all the souls here have been 'resurrected' again, and have emerged from the ground.

It reproduces the hell scene of that year.

Li Yun came in front of old man Fang, pointed to his chest, and said, "Can I hand this thing over to the poor?"

Old man Fang didn't hesitate, now Li Yun does what Li Yun says.

It's a little horn.

Li Yun handed the horn to Fang Zhenghe.

"Go and free them."

Fang Zhenghe looked at the horn blankly, and finally smiled.

Laugh very happily.

Take the horn and blow it.

Assembly number——

(End of this chapter)