Changsha.

Changsha, which has experienced war, is simple and solemn, revealing a strong sense of history.

When Meng Shaoyuan stepped into this historical city again, he seemed to be able to see the bloody battle he had just experienced.

The soldiers and civilians of Changsha used their own blood and flesh to keep the Japanese army out of Changsha, preventing the city from suffering catastrophe.

It is the condensed life of countless people.

Li Zhifeng, who was following Meng Shaoyuan, was always worried.

He still remembers that when he first arrived at Changsha's outer positions, he could see Nationalist soldiers everywhere.

Some were renovating the fortifications there, and some were sleeping lazily.

"Stop, ID!"

A childish voice.

When Meng Shaoyuan and others saw it, they were all stunned.

Standing in front of him was a National Army soldier.

But to say that he is a soldier? It is a bit unbelievable.

This is obviously a child, not as tall as a gun.

Although his face is dark, it still cannot hide his childish face.

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Even the military uniform he was wearing was obviously too big and hung loosely on his body.

But he had a lot of bayonets, grenades, and kettles on him.

Meng Shaoyuan immediately showed his ID.

The little soldier checked the documents very carefully, and after confirming that there was no problem with the documents, returned them to them.

"Hi." The doll soldier suddenly asked: "Do you have any cigarettes?"

"Yes, yes."

Meng Shaoyuan took out a cigarette.

Li Zhifeng, who was beside him, immediately took out a whole pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to the baby soldier.

The doll soldier's eyes lit up when he saw it.

He took the cigarette, took out one, touched it for a long time, took out a box of matches, lit it, and took a nice puff.

Look at him puffing away smoke, how does he look like a child?

Meng Shaoyuan asked: "How old are you?"

"Fourteen."

Fourteen years old? Only fourteen years old?

Before I could ask any more questions, a squad leader came over and said, "Xiwazi, where did you get the cigarette?"

"These people gave it to me." The baby soldier puffed happily, then poured out half of the cigarette: "Dad, you smoke."

father?

Meng Shaoyuan and his guards looked at each other.

Is this a pair of father and son soldiers?

Meng Shaoyuan took another pack of cigarettes from Li Zhifeng and stuffed it into the monitor's hand: "Smoke."

"Oh, thank you." The squad leader was not polite and put away the cigarette: "Where are you from? What do you do?"

"We are from Chongqing. We are reporters from the Central Daily News." Meng Shaoyuan pointed to the camera on Li Zhifeng's chest: "Sir, are you father and son?"

"How can you still pretend to be dead?" The squad leader laughed: "This is my little boy, am I his biological father?"

"Sir, how old are you?"

"Thirty-four."

"This is the only child you have?"

"Two of them, the old one has inconvenient legs and feet, so he stays in his hometown with his mother."

Meng Shaoyuan hesitated: "Your child is only fourteen years old, so you let him fight?"

"Then what can be done?" The squad leader sighed: "That day, when we were fighting the Japanese, the troops were in chaos and there was a lot of chaos everywhere. I saw a person who looked so much like my little boy? I ran over and took a look.

It’s true. I don’t know where his class has gone, so I thought he might as well take him with me and have someone to take care of him.”

Meng Shaoyuan turned to the baby soldier again: "Why did you become a soldier?"

The child soldier smoked his cigarette vigorously: "The national army came to recruit soldiers and gave them money. I thought I could get the money and maybe find my father, so I came here."

The reason is that simple.

Lu Chengtian couldn't help but ask: "Have you ever fought in a war?"

"I've been beaten, why haven't I been beaten?"

The baby soldier straightened his chest proudly: "I also killed a Japanese soldier, and I killed him together with Wu Laohei."

"Who is Wu Laohei?"

"We were in the same class, but unfortunately, he died."

No one spoke anymore.

Children should not be involved in war.

The child was only fourteen years old, but his development was severely stunted, making him look like a child in his early teens.

It was difficult to carry the gun on my back.

But he didn't care at all.

The way he smokes a cigarette is like a veteran.

"Can I take a picture for you?"

"well!"

The eyes of father and son suddenly lit up.

The father tidied up his old military uniform, carefully cleaned up the baby soldier, and wiped the child's dark face with his sleeves several times.

Then, the two of them stood there upright, not daring to move, for fear that if they moved, they would ruin their appearance in the photo.

Li Zhifeng took several photos for them in one go.

"Is this okay?" the squad leader asked carefully, "Can I see what it looks like?"

"Not now." Li Zhifeng took a photo: "We still have to wait until it is developed. Don't worry, I will definitely send it to you."

"Hey, hey." The squad leader was at a loss: "Reporter, can I discuss it with you? When the photos come out, can you send them to my mother-in-law?"

"Of course, you can give me the address."

"My mother-in-law is here..."

Before he could finish his words, a sharp air raid siren sounded.

"The plane is coming, the plane is coming! Cover, cover!"

The monitor yelled loudly.

Clearly experienced.

Li Zhifeng and several guards protected Meng Shaoyuan without any explanation.

In their ears, there were loud shouts, and planes roared from far to near. Then, bombs were dropped, and the Japanese troops began to swoop and straf.

Anti-aircraft machine guns roared, and strings of bullets streaked across the sky.

"The second class is on fire. The second class is on fire. The bullets are there. Go and help quickly."

Meng Shaoyuan and his guards clearly heard this cry.

…

The air raid was finally over.

The smell of gunpowder smoke and blood mixed together and lingered in the air for a long time.

"Sir, it's safe."

Li Zhifeng said in a low voice.

Beside me, whining sounds could be heard.

Some people were moaning loudly there, and some were crying and digging out the corpses of their companions from the dirt.

"Let's go."
To be continued...