I, who lived in seclusion for thousands of years, was exposed by yearning

Chapter 48 Heroes on the battlefield
in the live room.

"Please don't blame yourself, you have done enough for this land."

"Old man, you have repelled so many bandits by yourself, you are the greatest hero."

"We should thank you for your shot. Without you, our present good days would not come so soon."

"Old man, you are the most powerful in our hearts, please don't blame yourself, no one will blame you for your limited ability."

The audience wrote on the barrage in the live broadcast room to ask Ye Qing not to blame himself.

The old man is the god in their hearts, but he is not a real god.

From their point of view, it is something that ordinary people can't do if the old man solves all the bandits in Taohuayuan Village by himself.

The land of Huaxia is so big, it is normal that the old man failed to wipe out all the bandits.

They will not blame the old man, nor are they qualified to blame.

And in the mushroom house.

Zhang Zifeng heard the remorse in the old man's tone, so he put his hand on Ye Qing's arm in distress.

In her eyes, grandpa has done enough.

Grandpa is great.

Throughout history, no one has been able to repel the bandits in a village by himself.

"Grandpa, don't blame yourself, you are already very good."

"Yes, old man, you are the hero of our country."

Several people standing on the side also echoed.

Few people can do what the old man did.

"I'm no hero, old man."

Ye Qing shook his head in denial.

He was hardly a hero.

If he hadn't cultivated himself and had no ability, how could he have expelled those bandits.

On the contrary, those heroes on the battlefield are the real heroes.

They don't have his abilities, but they can fight their way through.

They don't have his abilities, but they can use their flesh and blood to resist the bandits' invasion.

So they are the real heroes.

"When it comes to heroes, they are those who are buried in the battlefield, those who exchanged their flesh and blood for peace. Just like my platoon leader at that time, he used his body to block the enemy's attack, and he stood there until he died. The battlefield refuses to fall."

Ye Qing said, with a little glint in his eyes, he told several people:

"My platoon leader, he is a Sichuanese with dark skin, short stature, but a loud voice. When I joined the volunteer army in the Northeast, he was a little disgusted when he saw me, saying that I was too small. He is fair and fair, and looks like an ignorant child, how can he stand up to those fierce shells and enemy bayonets, and let me go home and study hard, and contributing to the country does not necessarily have to be on the battlefield."

When they heard that the Northeast is still a volunteer army, everyone was stunned.

Shouldn't this battle be a war to resist rice and aid Korea? !

But none of them interrupted the old man's memories, they just listened to the old man's narration quietly.

Following the old man's narration, the appearance of the old man's platoon leader appeared in their minds.

It seemed that he was brought to that battlefield by the old man.

A young version of the old man said to his platoon leader with firm eyes:

"The most important thing for the country now is to resist the bandits who want to destroy the peace. If they succeed, our country may face the invasion of several countries again. Only when they are hurt and dare not, they will be afraid of us. "

After the young version of the old man finished speaking, the sound of bombers boomed in the sky.

No one expected the sudden attack.

The lucky ones quickly hid in the trenches without being injured.

And those unfortunate people, their bodies were splattered with blood and flesh from the bombs.

The faces of the soldiers who were about to be bombed were all stained with the blood of their comrades.

After a bomber flew by, the invaders attacked them with their guns raised.

The eyes of all the volunteers were filled with anger and determination to contend with it.

No one flinched in fear, but took guns and ammunition and hit the invaders one by one to approach them.

In the old man's description, they are like spectators, but they can still feel the cruelty and urgency of the battlefield.

Every bullet passing through will bring death and injury.

They held their hearts tightly, clenched their fingers vigorously, and held their breath.

"The equipment in the United States is much better than ours. The bombers fly by from time to time, not to mention the oppression of the mortars, and there are guns with a range farther than ours. What the hell, we were beaten only Hidden in the trenches to fight back."

Ye Qing narrated, unconsciously carrying his platoon leader's colloquial words in his words.

"The platoon leader saw that this was not possible, otherwise we would have been beaten. The platoon leader gritted his teeth and said, 'What the hell, I'm going to blow up your mortar company today', and he took the explosives Creep close while we cover for him."

"and then?"

Several people were nervous when they heard that the old man stopped talking and asked quickly.

They guessed in their hearts whether they succeeded or not.

But seeing the tears in the corners of the old man's eyes were about to fall, the few of them bit their lips and their eyes became a little moist.

Thinking about the scene in his mind at that time, Ye Qing took a deep breath:

"The platoon leader approached the mortar stronghold, but unfortunately he was discovered while throwing explosives."

"He threw the bomb in his hand decisively, stood up and pulled out the bolts of the bomb with one hand, and threw it at the enemy. Even if he was beaten into a sieve by the enemy, he leaned his body on the spear, unwilling Fell down, and the body stood in the middle of the battle between the two armies. That was my first battle in the army, and my first platoon leader died just like that."

Although his first platoon leader disliked him, he taught him a deep lesson.

Even knowing that he must die, he still dedicated himself to the country without hesitation.

It turns out that war is so fearless.

So he never felt that he helped so many people, and secretly helped the country win so many victories, he was a hero.

Heroes are soldiers who sacrifice fearlessly and serve their country wholeheartedly.

It's them who gave everyone what they have now.

After Ye Qing finished speaking, the tears in the corners of his eyes dripped down after all.

He didn't continue to tell the later story.

Because the children around me were already crying together, and the tears kept falling.

No one present did not shed tears for the old man's narration.

This hero is a well-deserved hero.

Even if you die on the battlefield, you must not fall for the sake of the country.

In the past, they only heard about the cruelty of war and the praise of heroes, but now that the old man told them that they were brought to that scene, they realized that what those heroes care about is not heroes or hero titles at all, what they care about is the country and peace.

They sacrificed themselves for the sake of the common people.

As for the live broadcast room, the screens of all viewers were even more splashed.

With red eyes, they sniffed and left their admiration and exclamation.

"Heroes who have been on the battlefield, we will always remember what you have brought us."

"Thank you heroes for their fearless sacrifice so that we can have peace."

"Yes, without the courage of these fighters, there would be no happiness today."

"They rushed to the front line, and they were the ones who carried the danger for us, which is why the military is the priority."

"I am proud that China has such heroes."

"It is my pride to be a Chinese citizen in this life."

"Heroes, please accept our admiration for you. Salute!"

Many viewers posted the recording of the history told by the old man on the Internet.

Some people even quickly wrote short essays and published them.

[Heroes of the people should be admired by more people. 】

This topic rose in an instant, and people who saw this history were infected and entered the live broadcast room while shedding tears.

Unexpectedly, when entering the live broadcast room, the higher-ups explained that the live guests lost control of their emotions and suspended the live broadcast.

Everyone just quietly waited for the live broadcast again.

At this time, they seemed to understand why the old man seldom mentioned his friends.

Not only because of his status as a friend, but also because the old man has lived too long.

His friends are probably dead.

It used to be or was happiness, but the person who mentioned it last is probably suffering from pain.

(End of this chapter)