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Chapter 215 Help him find relatives
Looking at the old man, everyone couldn't calm down for a long time.

Why is fate so cruel, it always gives hope and then chokes it out.

As much as there is hope, there is as much disappointment.

Just as everyone was sighing.

Suddenly.

Good luck again and again suddenly thought of Henry Zhang!
My own live broadcast room is connected to Henry Zhang.

The master can calculate everything. I don't know if he can help the old man this time to figure out where the hometowns of his comrades-in-arms are?

But... But I managed to connect to the master, and now the old man has used up the quota, what should I do!
"Snapped!"

Good luck slapped himself suddenly one after another.

What does my trivial matter mean to the revolutionary martyrs looking for relatives?
Thinking of this, Good Luck hurriedly walked aside, picked up his phone, and looked at Henry Zhang's live broadcast room before hanging up.

He immediately spoke to Henry Zhang.

"Master, can I give up my fortune-telling opportunity to this old man?"

"I think he and his comrades need this opportunity more than I do!"

Good Luck looked at Henry Zhang anxiously and said.

Henry Zhang looked at the good luck with a flash of light in his eyes, and then nodded.

Henry Zhang has seen all the things just now, and Henry Zhang is also full of reverence for this old man, and also hopes to do something for this veteran.

In fact, even if it is good luck, Henry Zhang will take the initiative to stand up.

After all, these veterans have paid so much for the motherland, and I should do my best to help them.

Good luck saw Henry Zhang agree again and again, and hurried to the old man.

Holding up the phone, he excitedly spoke to the veteran.

"Old man, I have a great fortune teller here, maybe he can help you find your comrade's family."

The old man raised his head, looked at Henry Zhang in the live broadcast room with cloudy eyes, and looked at the good luck again and again in doubt.

Good luck again and again, knowing that the old man is old, and his ability to accept some new things is not strong, so he patiently explained.

"Senior, you can rest assured that the master's fortune-telling is very accurate. It has been verified many times. Maybe you can try it. It can be regarded as another way to find relatives."

Under Lucky Lian's sincere eyes, the old man took the phone doubtfully.

Looking at Henry Zhang in the live broadcast room, the old man didn’t know what to say.

Henry Zhang looked at the veteran and sat upright.

"Senior, I don't know if I can help you much, but I promise I will do my best!"

The old man nodded.

"Do you have any details about these four martyrs?"

Henry Zhang asked.

A look of sadness flashed in the old man's eyes.

"I only have the approximate year of their birth, the approximate location of their hometown, and the information of the company they were in when they were alive."

Henry Zhang frowned, these things in the hands of the old man were too broad, and it was impossible to lock specific personnel-related information at all.

After a pause, Henry Zhang spoke again.

"Old-timer, do you have any photos of them?"

During the Anti-Japanese War era, there were no mobile phones or cameras at all, so it was a luxury to take pictures!

Although he knew that the hope was slim, Henry Zhang still asked.

The old man frowned, then nodded hastily.

"I have a newspaper from decades ago. The photos taken by a war reporter at that time were published in the newspaper. I kept them in my collection. I don't know if it will work!"

The old man hurriedly lowered his head, rummaged in his bag, and took out a thick notebook after a while.

Then he carefully took out the half of the yellowed old newspaper from the notebook.

Although the newspaper was well preserved, due to time reasons, the picture has become somewhat blurred.

However, from this black and white photo, you can still vaguely see that in a wilderness, five young men in their 20s were sitting around a simple fire eating roasted sweet potatoes, carrying steel guns.

Several people were wearing shabby military uniforms, holding baked sweet potatoes, looking at the camera with satisfied smiles.

Henry Zhang frowned looking at the photo.

This is an old black and white photo with very blurry quality, and it was taken when several people were young, so it was very difficult for Henry Zhang.

But this is already the best clue.

Soon Henry Zhang closed his eyes, and the scenes of several lives quickly appeared in front of Henry Zhang.

After a while, Henry Zhang opened his eyes and looked at the old man in front of him.

"The first one on the right, Martyr Huang Jianjun, died in the Battle of Pingguan. He was only 25 years old when he died. He was the deputy squad leader of the second squad of the third row."

As soon as Henry Zhang’s words came out, shock flashed in the old man’s eyes.

Originally, it was just a simple try, but Henry Zhang actually gave out the relevant information about his comrades in one breath.

How can this not shock the old man?

You must know that apart from the relevant units filing this information, you have a record in your hand, and no one else knows it at all.

But now, with just one photo, the person on the opposite side actually calculated it accurately!
This is nothing short of a miracle!

Could it be that this young man really has hope of helping his comrades find their families?
"Martyr Huang Jianjun joined the army after one year of marriage. His hometown is in the fifth group of Santai Village, Sanhe County. He still has descendants."

The old man's eyes filled with excitement, he nodded repeatedly, and hurriedly found a pen to record it.

On the other hand, Good Luck hurriedly took the pen and paper from the cash register.

Seeing that the old man's fingers trembled and he couldn't write at all, he was lucky and rushed to record it for him.

Among the five people in this photo, one of them is the current old man. After finding one, there are still three left.

Henry Zhang continued.

"The second person on the right, Martyr Zhao Wengong, died in the Battle of Pingguan. He was only 28 years old when he died. He was the deputy company commander of the first company."

"Martyr Zhao Wengong joined the army after five years of marriage. His hometown is in the third group of Wuhua Village, Qinglong County. Now only one granddaughter is alive."

The old man looked at Henry Zhang with tears in his eyes and nodded again.

Because in the photo, the old man is sitting in the middle of the crowd.

Henry Zhang looked at the first martyr on the left again and said.

"The first one on the left, martyr Zhang Shilong, died in the Battle of Central China. He was the squad leader of the ninth squadron of the third platoon of the Steel Knife Company. He was only 23 years old when he died."

"Martyr Zhang Shilong, his hometown is in Shengli County, a group of Taiping Village, and there is still a nephew living in his family."

After hearing this, the old man also sighed.

Unable to restrain himself, he stretched out his trembling hands and stroked the face of martyr Zhang Shilong!

Immediately afterwards, Henry Zhang’s voice sounded again.

"The second martyr Huang Kunlong on the left died in the Battle of North China at the age of 20."

"Martyr Huang Kunlong is unmarried and his hometown is Xiaotai Town, Qinglian County."

"at home……"

"No one in the family is alive."

Henry Zhang’s voice was low.

When the old man heard this, the tears suddenly didn't stop flowing out.

And the good luck who was taking notes at the side was also stuck in the pen.

They all know what it means to have no one in the family!
These martyrs who were buried in other places have been buried in other places for so many years, and finally found their hometown and their families.

But unfortunately...

But unfortunately, no one can take him home!
(End of this chapter)