Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

Bustling train station.

The coming war will put everyone in danger.

The crowd at the train station was filled with unfamiliar, tired, and anxious faces, like a ferocious river in which the atmosphere of despair and pain spread.

Cong Ye and his adjutant were among them, like the only two strong and calm rocks in the river.

The adjutant looked at everything in front of him and sighed in his heart.

Cong Ye was thinking about another thing.

Before leaving Changsha and heading northeast with his adjutant, Cong Ye went to Chunshan Hall.

Nowadays, the Chunshan Hall in the Changsha base camp is very large, and when he arrived, he saw many new unfamiliar faces.

Before he could say anything, the three Hongwen brothers were the first to mention something to him.

"Master Cong, we will never forget your kindness!"

"It's just a national crisis, and we don't want to cower like this anymore!"

Hongwen's eyes were red: "We are going to the front line! We are going to fight the Japanese!"

Hong Jing said with a smile: "If you can come back alive, we three brothers will continue to work for you! Don't dislike us! If you can't come back alive...then your kindness will only be repaid in the next life!"

Hongjin didn't speak. He was always silent and reserved, and he was more ingenious than his two brothers.

He just looked at Cong Ye, and he seemed to know that Cong Ye would not stop them.

Because in essence, Cong is also a person who has the same heart to serve the country with fists and fists as them.

"Now that you've gone, come back alive."

Cong Ye's hand fell on their shoulders and patted them hard.

He looked at the other people in Chunshan Hall and asked, "Does anyone else want to go to the front line?"

Everyone looked at each other.

As the first person came forward, more and more people came forward.

When Cong Ye counted, he found that there were 380 five people in total, including more than 20 women.

"Master Cong Ye, I made a hundred animal steamed buns. Didn't you once say that the steamed buns I made were delicious and beautiful? I didn't know if I would have the chance to make them for you in the future, so I made more at once! "

Tears flashed in her eyes, and the aunt in front of her showed a simple smile.

"Master Cong Ye, I fled to Changsha. When you helped me, you must not have known that both my son and husband died at the hands of the Japanese. It's time for me to go back! Go back and take over the careers of my son and husband ! Please take care of me during this time!"

Another elderly lady smiled calmly at Cong Ye while telling her story.

They left Chunshan Hall one by one, taking their own stories and beliefs with them, and leaving gratefully the place that gave them a second life.

Now, they have to use their lives to defend this devastated motherland.

Cong also watched them leave.

The last person he sent was a girl.

The girl's smile was as wide as the first time she saw her.

"Girl, where are you going?"

Cong didn't expect that the girl would be one of these people.

"I can't go to the front line, but I can do logistics."

The girl seems to have changed.

She used to be a duckweed swaying in the wind, but now she is a daisy rooted in the earth.

"Cong Ye, I feel very lucky to have met you."

"I'm not very smart, and I don't have much ability, but since I came to Chunshan Hall, I seem to have slowly found my true self."

"I also want to contribute at this time."

The girl has a bright smile and bright almond eyes.

Cong Ye's throat was slightly choked. He had watched the girl grow up. He wanted to persuade her, but he couldn't find the words. He just reminded her stiffly: "It's very dangerous."

"I know," the girl nodded. She lost her shyness and winked at Cong Ye mischievously: "I'm no longer afraid of danger."

This is the courage Cong Ye gave her.

She wants to become as brave as Cong Ye.

The girl left Chunshan Hall.

Only a group of old, weak, sick and children were left in the bustling Chunshan Hall.

Of course, there are also some people who are unwilling to go to the front line.

They looked at Cong Ye uneasily.

He seemed worried about being abandoned by Cong Ye.

Because compared to Hongwen and others who just left, they are truly useless in troubled times.

They have always thought so.

"Brother Cong Ye..."

A child hugged Cong Ye's leg and looked at him fearfully.

Cong Ye knelt down and hugged him gently: "Don't be afraid, brother Cong Ye will not abandon you, never."

The child clutched his sleeve tightly and nodded firmly: "I believe in brother Cong Ye."

I don’t know when the war in Changsha will break out, and these people from Chunshan Hall can no longer stay in Changsha.

They have no ability to protect themselves, and there is almost only one ending.

So that afternoon, Cong Ye bought train tickets to the northwest for each of them.

When leaving, he touched the children's cheeks with tears rolling down, looked into their panic eyes, and told them seriously:

"Our country is in crisis and you have to leave Changsha, otherwise there will be danger."

"Brother Cong Ye knows that you are all very brave children. Can you take care of your immobile brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts along the way?"

The children nodded with tears in their eyes. The disabled adults looked at Cong Ye and quietly nodded to him, indicating that they would take good care of these children.

What Cong Ye said to the children was undoubtedly just to assign tasks to them, so as to temporarily divert the children's fear of the future.

"When you arrive at the station, an uncle named Ye will come to pick you up. He is a good friend of brother Cong Ye and a good person. Don't be afraid."

Cong also touched their heads.

The children rushed to stick their heads out of the car window and asked Cong Ye anxiously:

"Brother Cong Ye, when can we see you again?"

"Brother Cong Ye, when will you come to accompany us?"

"Brother Cong Ye..."

The children asked questions one after another.

Cong Ye showed a smile on his lips:

"We will definitely meet again."

He didn't know the time, but he knew they would meet again.

"Brother Cong Ye, we are waiting for you!"

The little children took his hand.

The whistle sounded at the station.

Thick smoke billowed into the sky.

The train started to move slowly.

Cong Ye's sleeves slowly slipped away from their hands.

"Brother Cong Ye, we will miss you!"

Their childish faces walked farther and farther in front of Cong Ye.

After leaving Changsha Railway Station, Cong Ye sent all the remaining arms and cold weapons from Chunshan Hall to Zhang Mansion.

Zhang Qishan looked at the windfall in front of him and raised his eyebrows: "I thought you were hired?"

Cong Ye: "Who to hire?"

Zhang Qishan smiled noncommittally.

"Who else but me."

"Adjutant Zhang."

Cong can also see that Zhang Qishan is not proud of him.

The adjutant coughed twice, and the tips of his ears turned red.