I really came here to fight against Japan

The meeting convened by our great commander Song was more like the opening of a shrine than a celebration meeting.

The ancestral hall that was opened was not the Song family's, but the ancestral hall of all the meritorious personnel in their Gan detachment.

Song Wenwan was not bragging. It turned out that being one page ahead in the family tree was not a dream.

When the young combat heroes of the Gan Detachment walked into the Xi'an Grand Theater, they were stunned by the scene before them.

An auditorium of Xi'an Grand Theater is filled with tables.

On each table, there are tablets of ancestors from each family.

They were led to a table with tablets of their family's ancestors.

The elder of the clan sat on the side and accepted the kneeling worship of his younger generation.

After the younger generations offered incense, Song Wenwan personally called out the names of the heroes.

Song Wenwan said in a serious tone: "Private First Class Ma Lixing, from Xiaonan Village, Longshui County, southwest Gansu!

Killed five Japanese soldiers and blew up a Japanese transport vehicle. Record! A third-class individual merit. "

The elder beside him said, "Ma Lixing, is your account of the deeds correct?"

Private First Class Ma Lixing, who was kneeling below, was so excited that he could hardly speak.

He was not notified in advance, but before entering the auditorium, the smiling head of the political training department gave him some advice.

"Be good and don't be so fussy and embarrass me." Then they were brought in.

Ma Lixing now knelt on the ground and said with tears in his eyes: "No... mistake!"

The elder stood up and said respectfully to the ancestral tablet: "Ancestors, I am Ma Xing, the seventeenth great-great-grandson of the Ma family of Xiaonan Village, Longshui County!

Killing enemies for the country, fearless of life and death, adding glory to the Ma family and bringing fame to the ancestors.

Today, a separate page is opened in the family tree to be worshipped by generations to show his achievements!"

After the patriarch finished speaking, he personally picked up a pen and wrote down Ma Lixing's achievements on a blank page of the family tree.

Then he respectfully placed the family tree under the ancestral tablet.

The elders of the clan shouted to the Ma family members who came to the scene: "Kneel!"

"One kowtow, two kowtows, three kowtows, the ceremony is complete!"

When the clan elder just finished saying "the ceremony is over", Ma Lixing had already burst into tears!

Ma Lixing's parents even came over and kowtowed to Song Wenwan to express their gratitude for his support for Ma Lixing.

You know, they have a separate page in the family tree, which means their branch is stable in the village.

As one family after another opened their ancestral halls, Song Wenwan's voice was almost hoarse.

The activities of opening the ancestral hall continued on the next day.

It was not until almost noon the next day that it was time for the highlight of the opening of the ancestral hall.

Major Lin, the newly promoted officer of the Gansu Detachment, came pushing Lin Lin, who was in a wheelchair.

Major Lin now feels very confused. All the people in his village, young and old, have died at the hands of the Japanese.

He is a lonely man now, where can he find an ancestral hall to open?

As for Comrade Lin Lin, she was just here to join in the fun.

Having lived in a big city since she was a child, she had never seen how an ancestral hall was opened in the countryside.

So now that her injuries had improved, she insisted that Major Lin take her here to broaden her horizons.

After all, girls in this era have no chance to enter the ancestral hall.

When Major Lin was led into the auditorium, he was greeted with thunderous applause.

There were also the flashing lights on the cameras in the hands of reporters.

Major Lin has always been quicker with his hands than with his brain. To him, this kind of grand scene is not as important as the wheelchair in his hand.

But Comrade Lin Lin, who was in a wheelchair, had already blushed at the scene.

She couldn't run away now, so she had to lower her head deeply and pretend to be invisible as much as possible.

When he came in front of Song Wenwan, Major Lin saluted respectfully.

"Commander, you know that I am alone now, and I don't have a temple to open..."

Lin Lin tilted her head, secretly looking at this gentle yet slightly dull... God of Killing...

What a pitiful man. When he said that he was a lonely man, Lin Lin couldn't help but have tears in her eyes.

Song Wenwan ignored Major Lin's explanation and picked up a booklet from a table.

Afterwards, the red cloth on the table next to Song Wenwan was taken away, revealing four spirit tablets scattered on it.

Major Lin was stunned for a moment. The names on the spirit tablet were exactly the names of his grandparents and father and mother.

Song Wenwan read out solemnly: "Today, there is the National Revolutionary Army, formerly the Northeast Army Shenyang Guard Brigade, now the Propaganda Department of the First Detachment of the Shanxi Guerrilla Column, Major Deputy Director Lin Muchun.

On the Anti-Japanese War battlefield, we fought bloody battles with the Japanese invaders and never retreated!

He once killed 63 Japanese devils alone, which is an outstanding achievement!

He is truly the backbone of the Party and the country, a role model for our generation, and a role model for the whole country to learn from!

In response to the request of people across the country, we hereby rebuild a ancestral hall for Major Lin so that he can be worshipped for generations.

Now, please invite the head of the Lin family, Lin Muchun, to come forward and kneel down to worship the ancestors and open the ancestral hall!"

After opening the ancestral hall, Major Lin knelt on the ground, crying uncontrollably.

Lin Lin sat in a wheelchair and tried her best to tilt her head to the other side.

He shouted in shame and anger: Just kowtow to your ancestors!

What does it mean to pull my wheelchair over here and put it next to yours?

As special guests, the deputy commander-in-chief and deputy chief of general staff of the Eighth Route Army applauded and talked in low voices.

"Humph, what is this guy doing? He is the backbone of the country and dares to say anything.

I heard that many comrades who are not aware of this have strong opinions about this.”

The deputy chief of staff laughed and said, “I’ve also noticed that this guy seems to particularly like saying this kind of thing.

It's a pity that he didn't develop in the National Army."

The deputy chief of staff's remarks made the deputy commander-in-chief laugh.

Following Song Wenwan, he established a clan temple and a family tree for the soldiers who had made outstanding contributions under his command.

It greatly inspired the anti-Japanese enthusiasm of the people in Northwest China.

Young people who follow their family elders to Xi'an to broaden their horizons.

They all said that they did not want to go back and wanted to join the anti-Japanese team led by Song Wenwan.

This instantly triggered a wave of people from the Northwest joining the army.

At the Xi-Gan Joint Army Office in Xi'an (hereinafter referred to as the Xi Office), young people who signed up to join the army lined up in a long queue.

Many young people from all over the country secretly ran into the ancestral hall.

They took away the tablet of their father or grandfather and ran directly to the Xiban in Xi'an.

They want to sign up to join Xigan's army in order to obtain the honor of establishing their own ancestral hall and family tree.

There are also many students from Northwestern University who want to join Song Wenwan's anti-Japanese army.

Song Wenwan specially held a reception for student representatives to respond to students' requests to join the army.

At the conference, Song Wenwan said: "Students are the hope of the nation and the future of the country.

Your task now is to study hard and prepare for rebuilding the country after the war.

As for your request to go to the battlefield... I can respond to you now.

Unless the Xigan coalition forces are wiped out, it will not be your turn to charge into battle!

If such a day really comes, you must remember it.

Every inch of land is soaked in blood, and one hundred thousand young men become one hundred thousand soldiers.

Please pick up the weapons we left behind and step on our blood that has already been shed.

Drive the Japs off Chinese soil and drive them all back to Tokyo.

When my Han flags are all over the world, I will ride my horse to Tokyo to enjoy the cherry blossoms!"

The venue was already boiling with students shouting slogans everywhere.