Morning Star (One)

That afternoon, Zhang Songling, Zhao Tianlong and others, with the help of herders, found Xiao Wu's body at the big bend of Liuhua River. Their face had been slightly deformed by the river, but it still showed his determination when he died, "Shoot, don't embarrass me." This is the last words of Xiao Wu during his lifetime in Zhao Tianlong and Zhang Songling's memories. When they found that the two of them did not have the courage to shoot at him, he resolutely chose to sank himself.

"Brother, you are a man," Zhao Tianlong stretched out his hand, picked up a water grass on Xiao Wu's hair, and combed the other party's black hair neatly with his fingers. The face under the hair was very young and looked almost the same as Zhang Songling. Because he lived a very good life most of his life, Xiao Wu's skin color was whiter than most Chinese people at present, and it was extremely smooth, which made him look very bookish and almost incompatible with the rough living environment on the grassland. This was also one of the main reasons why he could never integrate into the guerrillas. A group of rough men who made a living on horseback would definitely be more likely to accept a black fat man like Zhang Songling, who was covered in scars, rather than a white-faced scholar who looked completely different from him at first glance. Although the black fat man also came from a well-off family, he also had a lot of ink in his belly.

"Don't be anxious, walk slowly. When he catches Huanghu, he shoots you a few shots today, and I will get you back twice as much." Zhang Songling gently helped Wu tidy up his clothes, and solemnly promised that, on the truth, he actually looked down on Xiao Wu a little, didn't like the other party's arrogance, and didn't like the other party's behavior of comparing with him in everything. Before he heard the gunshots of Huanghu and others, he even considered that next time he caught up with the other party, he would make up his mind to open fire on the back of Huanghu's head. Although the result of this was very likely that Huanghu had killed Huanghu, and Huanghu and the minions around him would use it before they died. The pistol smashed Xiao Wu's head, but it was better than watching them take Xiao Wu into Heishi Village. With the current strength of the guerrillas, they will be able to attack Heishi Village. Even if they can get the full cooperation of Zhou Heitan, they will pay an extremely heavy price. Looking at Xiao Wu's usual gentle and gentle appearance, he doesn't look like a master who can withstand torture. If he explains all the information he has to the Japanese, it will not only suffer the Lamagou guerrillas, but even the entire Chabei Military Sub-district will be seriously affected. After all, Xiao Wu is the leader of the guerrillas' telecommunications team. Before he came down, he worked in the security department of the military sub-district for a while.

However, Zhang Songling now has to admit that he and Zhao Tianlong have indeed looked down on Xiao Wu before. Xiao Wu actually has a lot of things on him and Zhao Tianlong. It’s just that Xiao Wu has been working in the back and has no chance to show his courage and determination. When he saw the corpse of the war horse that was always tied to Xiao Wu, Zhang Songling was even a little shocked. He could not imagine how could Xiao Wu, who was usually gentle and elegant, bit out such a deep wound on the neck of the war horse, so deep that it would make the war horse go crazy in pain, so deep that it would make the war horse rush into the rapids without defensive direction, and even forget the instinct of animals to survive.

Guan Haozhe and several other guerrillas also surrounded him silently and lifted Xiao Wu's remains with a temporary stretcher. They wanted to carry their comrades back to the camp on the stretcher so that he would not suffer the pain of horseback bumping. Xiao Wu is a hero and deserves everyone to do this for him. Although a day ago, there were still several of them who secretly muttered about Xiao Wu's shortcomings.

Not only did they quietly blame themselves in their hearts, when the team and the Red Beard gathered together, almost all the guerrillas' faces changed in an instant. Some people remembered Xiao Wu's usual arrogance, some people remembered Xiao Wu's carefulness and etiquette in daily life, and some people remembered the unfounded rumors in the camp some time ago. Everyone actually did not want to attack Xiao Wu, but was just a bit repulsive to the newcomers due to human instinct. Especially when many habits of this newcomer were out of touch with everyone, this power of rejection became more and more obvious.

However, now they suddenly realized that the telecommunications team leader Xiao Wu is not different from him. They all want to fulfill their responsibilities for this country and drive the Japanese back to their hometown as soon as possible. When the motherland needs it, they will devote everything they have, including their blood and life without hesitation.

Compared with most people in the guerrillas, Xiao Wu's dedication is even more proactive and conscious. With his family background and education, even if he does not come to the guerrillas, he can find a relatively safe place to serve the country in the rear. He can even find a not-too-low official position in Chongqing based on his family's connections and relationships in the school. In that case, he will have more opportunities to show off his talents, be more likely to make a name for himself, and even rise to the top.

"Raise my head up." He noticed that the guerrillas around him were in a very low mood. Red beard opened his voice in time to boost morale. "Since we have chosen this path, we will inevitably face sacrifice. Today is Xiao Wu, tomorrow it may be you, or maybe me."

Because his physical condition is not good, his voice was a little hoarse, but in everyone's ears, his chaotic mind gradually restored peace. "Xiao Wu died. As his comrade-in-arms, everyone remembered him and expressed condolences to his body. This is what it should be, but instead of spending too much energy to mourn the victims, it is better to think about how to inherit his will, think about how to play a greater role and drive the Japanese back to their hometown as soon as possible. In this way, Xiao Wu's sacrifice will be more meaningful. In this way, when you and I face that day in the future, they will calmly tell themselves that I have done everything I should do, and I will never regret it in my life."

"Captain Wang." Several soldiers who had previously muttered about Xiao Wu's most red eyes and cried bitterly. At this moment, the one who felt most uncomfortable was them, and they regret the most. If God was willing to give him a chance, they even hoped that they would be themselves, not Xiao Wu, who was lying on the stretcher at this moment. After all, no matter how arrogant or unsociable Xiao Wu was, he would always give people opinions on the surface, and unlike them, they would only point fingers after others turned around.

"Why are you crying? Do you want Xiao Wu to leave uneasy?" Hongbei glared at several people and scolded loudly, "Wipe the cat urine clean for me, straighten my waist. We have to let Xiao Wu see if his sacrifice is worth it."

He twitched his nose hard, turned his head, and shouted to the brothers carrying the stretcher, "Come on, carry Xiao Wu for me, let's take turns to carry him and walk the last journey together."

"Send Brother Xiao Wu to the horse." Zhao Tianlong instigated his mount and stretched out his big hand toward the stretcher. Several brothers who were carrying the stretcher slowly stopped, leaned over and picked up Xiao Wu, and sent him to Zhao Tianlong's arms.

He held Xiao Wu in front of his saddle with both hands, Zhao Tianlong gently knocked the stirrup, and the yellow-fat horse was well aware of the owner's intentions. He carefully moved his four hooves, and carried Xiao Wu and his owner in a steady small step toward the camp.
Chapter completed!