After talking to a few masters, Xiao Yuanchao thoroughly understood the Red Inheritance Force. It is better to say that it is an idle organization than a force.

There is no clear address of the troops, no clear office facilities, no bases, and no allocated funds. In other words, the state has not given this troops a cent, and no member of the troops has any privileges, and everything can only be dependent on itself.

Some farm at home and farm, some stay in the army, and some work in society, and those who scatter can no longer be dispersed. However, without exception, most of the people who inherit the red heritage are ordinary people, who look ordinary.

No one knows who their grandfather is, no one knows the red background that they can make people look shocking when they take it out. It is low-key, too low-key, and so low-key.

In fact, the red children in China are all low-key. They never show up in public and never do anything illegal or illegal. Because they dare not, if they dare to do this, they will be beaten to death by the elders in their families.

The old revolutionaries who fought all the way through wars would never allow their children and grandchildren to do things in a good way. The red influence from childhood to adulthood also destined that their thoughts were different from those of normal families.

Li Moumou was arrogant and domineering back then, relying on his father as a civilian major general. Unfortunately, he was not as good as the second generation of the reds, and he couldn't even get along with the edge. He was a big gap of 100,000 miles.

If a real red child wants to kill this guy, he just needs to talk.

The red inheritance is to protect the country from the inside and the outside world. They have an extremely special job, which is to punish the red children who dare to commit chaos in order to maintain the orthodox nature of the red family.

The older generation knows how to cherish, but the younger generation may not understand.

After the conversation, Xiao Yuanchao came to the bedroom and gently hugged the crying baby's eyes, which were red and swollen.

I'm afraid that the saddest thing among everyone is that they are babies. At home, grandpa is the one who pampers her the most. When he was young, it was grandpa who coaxed her to sleep every day, it was grandpa who feeds her, and it was grandpa who spoiled her to heaven.

But now my grandfather has left and I haven't even seen the last time. The baby knows that my grandfather doesn't want to see her cry, because as long as she cries, my grandfather will feel distressed and can't stand it.

Baby is holding a small box in her hand, which contains all kinds of small toys that are not of this era. There are small wooden pistols, small slingshots, woven cricket cages, and an old little doll.

These are not the most conspicuous. The most conspicuous are dozens of military medals from all ages. Special merit, first-class merit, second-class merit, third-class merit, honorary titles, special combat heroes, first-class combat heroes, peace medals, etc....

These military medals cover the glory of Mr. Du’s lifelong military service, but they all become Du Baby’s toys.

"The little slingshot was made by grandpa, the little pistol was made by grandpa, and the cricket cage and doll were made by grandpa." Du Baobao held it up and showed it to Xiao Yuanchao, sniffing and said, "Grandpa also tells me stories every day, telling many stories."

Du Bao picked up a military medal that had been kept for many years and handed it to Xiao Yuanchao and said, "Do you know the story of this military medal?"

Xiao Yuanchao shook his head.

"Actually, my father is not the eldest son, but the second son. That year, my grandmother had just given birth to my uncle, and encountered the Japanese sweeping. My grandmother was the director of women at that time, and my grandmother was the captain of the guerrillas. The Japanese wanted my grandmother to tell my grandmother about his whereabouts, but my grandmother didn't say that. When the Japanese got angry, they picked up my uncle with a bayonet and threw it on the ground and broke it into meat paste." Du Baobao stared at the military medal and continued: "Grandpa was angry. He went to the city alone to kill more than 100 Japanese soldiers and took the troops to take down three county towns in one breath, so he got this military medal."

This is a blood-making military medal. Although it is very light, Xiao Yuanchao feels very heavy when he holds it in his hand.

"This one belongs to my little grandfather, not to grandfather." Du Baobao took out another military medal and said, "Grandpa said that in order to cover the troops, the little grandpa retreated, tied grenades and hugged the Japanese and died together."

"And this, grandpa, grandpa used to be from the Jin-Cha-Hebei base. He blocked the gun hole during the general attack and died." Du Baobao continued: "My uncle died in the Pingjin battle, the second uncle died in the crossing of the river battle, the second aunt died in the suppression of bandits, and the younger aunt died in the self-defense counterattack..."

Xiao Yuanchao just hugged Du Baobao gently and stared at the military medals symbolizing tragic battles.

"Husband, in fact, my grandfather's family is almost dead." Du Bao raised his cheek and smiled and said, "It's great if grandpa dies. He can be with the grandpa, the little grandpa, the second aunt, the little aunt and the younger aunt. I'm not sad, I'm really not sad, I'm very happy."

After hearing this, Xiao Yuanchao understood more why there was a Red Inheritance Force. Which of the older generation of revolutionary martyrs did not compensate the whole family? What did they do? For the New China! For the people!

This kind of people don’t know how to enjoy it. Not only can they not enjoy it, but they also have nightmares every night. Because they dare not enjoy it, they dare not enjoy it with the fruits piled up by their family members with their lives.

Living is already a profit, and living is only one idea: for the country, for the people, wait for death, and be reunited!

"I'll go see my mother, you don't know..." Du Baobao whispered to Xiao Yuanchao: "Actually, my mother was adopted by my grandfather. My grandfather was dismantled by a Vietnamese monkey during the self-defense counterattack..."

After saying that, Baby walked out of the house with a small box in her arms and walked towards her mother's bedroom.

"Red inheritance..." Xiao Yuanchao stared at the old man's military uniform photo on the table and said to himself: "Grandpa, don't worry, I will pass on our red forever!"

Mr. Du passed away, and the whole family was in grief. But the grief did not last long. Du Zhenhua handled various emergencies in the army. Du Baobao's uncle also returned to continue his work. Du Baobao also returned to Latvia a few days later, and only Xiao Yuanchao and Lin Lan were left at home.

Lin Lan's mood has become very good. She is a strong woman herself. The death of the old man has a great blow to her, but she has to live well in the end.

Now, all her hopes are placed on her daughter and son-in-law. If she wants to divorce Du Zhenhua a few years ago, she is just a threat. She will never divorce Du Zhenhua no matter what, because she will not divorce, and no matter how neglected she is, she will not divorce.

Xiao Yuanchao did not leave because the old man asked him to stay and wait for a few people. These people were all members of the Red Heritage, not many, only four.

When Xiao Yuanchao became a member of the Red Member, he and several other people were one, without privileges, but with an unprecedented mission.

It is said that the four members of the Red Heritage coming are divided into southeast, west and north, and are stationed in different areas.

Internally and externally, low-key fulfilling the tasks that our ancestors forced upon themselves.
Chapter completed!