Mushroom House: A centenary-year-old national scholar was exposed, and the whole network burst into

"Old man, be bowed by the juniors!" Huang

Lei said, standing up and bowing deeply to Luo Xiu.

The latter waved his hand, "What happened back then is not worth mentioning.

"I've heard my parents say that some battles are full of blood and bones, is it really so cruel?"

Huang Lei hadn't seen it with his own eyes, and felt that it was the old people who exaggerated it and couldn't be trusted.

After all, history is a little girl who dresses up.

"Yes. The

old man looked up at the sky, as if contemplating something from the past.

Images of the war conjured up in his mind.

"When the war set fire to most of the city, enemy warplanes hovered unscrupulously on the roof of the house.

"Chang Sili did not care about his life, and the martyrdom was in danger.

"We...."

"Kill the enemy."

Under the gaze of everyone, Luo Xiu said slowly in a calm tone.

He remembered the days when he traveled thousands of miles and killed the enemy with a gun.

Carry a machine gun, carry a pike dart, a saber to lead the charge...

Eating moldy dry pancakes in Dianli, and sleeping in the muddy and smelly swamps.

The day before, the companions were singing songs on the ox cart, and the next day they left with their eyes open and breathless.

Before parting, the beautiful girl who folded flower spikes to send her heart to her heart is probably no longer in the world.

I remember these scenes one by one.

It was as if yesterday had happened right in front of my eyes, how clear.

Listen to the old man.

Peng Peng, these young generations, have all felt

something, and Sister Zifeng seemed to think of something, bowed her head slightly, and her eyes were hazy.

I couldn't help but sobbed carefully.

She remembered her grandmother saying that.

The war of that year was a victory that cost many lives and was difficult to win.

If it weren't for the hard work of those heroes, maybe everyone's life would have been even more miserable!

Luo Xiu also told everyone that a certain time was due to a mistake in judgment by the military.

As a result, many civilians were trapped and unable to evacuate.

He rushed into the city with his brothers from the Black Dragons.

Trying to get all the people trapped inside.

At that time, there was gunfire everywhere, and the sound of screams colliding together.

The head fell to the ground, and the bones were charred.

But the people of the Black Dragons are never afraid, they have their beliefs.

They rescued many refugees and managed to break through.

The sunset that day stained the entire sky red, and with wave after wave of people fell.

He remembered that he had red eyes and was covered in blood.

When you look back.

The youngest brother in the regiment was also seen pierced in the heart by a Japanese-style long sword, and the man's eyes widened.

The companions shouted wildly, and then hurried in that direction.

However, there was not enough time.

When they arrived, the man was on the ground with a smile on his face.

Before he died, he said that he... Do your best!

!" Woo, I cried. "

Looking at the old man's expression when he told the story, there was inexplicable sadness. "

Don't say it, I feel this way too!" "

I heard that now in the Huangfu Military Academy, someone came out of the Black Dragon Regiment, but I just heard about it. "

......

Many netizens discussed, and some young people listened silently and did not speak.

Just when the old man was still reminiscing about the past.

In the rooms of the higher military academies of the outside world, the highest leaders.

An old man over half a hundred years old sat at the table.

In front of him is a painting with a spectacular scene.

Millions of civilians, both men and women, carried flags, and only a few men in black armor were in between.

This is the Black Dragon Regiment.

He took a deep breath and rolled the picture up.

After so many years, I still have never forgotten the past.

Carefully placed the scroll in the middle of the bookshelf, Long Zhenchuan walked out of the room.

As soon as he opened the door, a teenager rushed over.

"Grandpa, did you say that you were a member of the Black Dragon Regiment?"

"I just watched a random variety show live broadcast, which tells this story, and there is a centenarian. "

He calls himself the leader of the Black Dragon Regiment, and his code name is Yama!" "The

boy is the grandson of the old man.

The old man is the highest-ranking instructor of the Huangfu Military Academy, Long Zhenchuan.

Although retired, he still has the highest leadership.

"What?"

when he heard the words Black Dragon Regiment and centenarians.

Long Zhengchuan's eyes widened instantly, and then he walked quickly towards the young man's room.

"Where did you see that??" the

young man followed behind, and said with a somewhat surprised expression

, "Don't be so excited, grandpa, you told me about the Black Dragon Regiment back then, and you thought you were bragging." "

Stinky boy, do you want to eat fried meat with bamboo shoots again!" The

old man's voice like a bell came, not like a joke.

The boy's expression changed, and he immediately ran over and opened the door of the room.

I saw that on the computer, the longing picture was being broadcast live.

Huang Lei and the old man were still eating, and Luo Buregret and others were sitting next to them.

"That's it!" the

young man repeated what he had just heard Luo Buregret say.

Long Zhenchuan didn't listen to half a sentence, and stared at Luo Xiu who looked up at the sky.

"It's

him!" "It's really him!"

After a moment, tears welled up in his eyes, and he immediately hurried out of the room, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Help me check someone's contact information, immediately!"

"The sooner the better....!!"

After hanging up the phone, Long Zhenchuan walked around anxiously.

I even went back to the study and unfolded the scroll just now and looked at it again.

He touched the man in the center of the scroll with one hand and became excited.

That person is their boss Luo Xiu.

......

This side of the mushroom house.

Luo Xiu didn't know anything about what was going on in the outside world.

He calmly recalled, and roughly recounted the experience of the battle that year.

Then he closed his eyes deeply .....

It was a joy to be able to get together for dinner with centenarians today.

But after listening to the old man talk about the battle of the year.

Not only the netizens in the live broadcast room, but also the yearning people at the scene, as well as the staff next to them.

There was a sense of sadness welling up in everyone's hearts.

There is a hint of sadness.

Today's peaceful and prosperous times are due to the paving of the way by predecessors.

Today's prosperity is full of flowers, because the roads of the past were sprinkled with blood.

There have always been people.

Carrying the weight for us.

"My eyes are so sore, why do I want to cry?"

"Who said it wasn't, I didn't expect to use this wave to earn my tears again." "

I'm getting a little hot, what should I do?"

......

"Grandpa, you're so amazing!"

When everyone was silent, Luo Buregret applauded again.

Although she had heard her grandfather tell these stories, she had already heard them dozens of times.

But every time I talk about it, I feel completely different.

And she firmly believes that she will become a good soldier like her grandfather.

Defend the family and the country, and protect the peace of the prosperous world!

The blood that my father shed back then will definitely be full of flowers.

She also has to guard the peace.

"It's all in the past, so don't talk about it.

Luo Xiu took another deep breath, his eyes reddened slightly.

Picking up the wine next to him and drinking it down, a spicy sensation poured into his throat.

When he's not on classified missions, he's not very fond of drinking.

Even if he arrives on his son's death day every year, he will have a small drink.

It seems that this is the only way.

in order not to recall those heavy pasts.

to be able to maintain a clear life.

"We replace wine with tea and toast the old man.

Several people hurriedly picked up the cups in their hands.

Peng Peng and the other juniors didn't dare to speak at all, so they could only stand up in a panic.

They bowed deeply, and then bumped into each other.

Luo Xiu had another drink.

When he suddenly got up and walked back to the house to rest, the cell phone in his pocket rang.

Usually no one calls him.

Because in this world, there are very few people who know this number!

Occasionally, there are 'small tasks' that need to be handled by yourself.

So he hesitated.

But despite this, I took out my phone and connected to the call.

As soon as it was connected, an old voice trembling with enthusiasm came from the opposite side.

"Boss, so you're still alive in the world!"