50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 20 Hatred of country and family
"Uncle Zhang, please help me buy two coffins, a plot of land, a tombstone, and two sets of military uniforms, and have someone prepare a funeral for my parents in advance."

"Also prepare two sets of linen clothes, white cloth strips, and black sleeve scarves. If the money is not enough, I will go get more."

"That's enough. I'll take care of all this for you. I'll take you there in the morning three days later."

After hearing this, Sun Zhiwei bowed deeply and said, "Thank you, Uncle Zhang."

In ancient times, helping to bury one's parents and arrange their funeral would have been a lifelong favor. Even now, after liberation, comrades no longer had that kind of thing, but he couldn't forget it.

Three days passed in a flash. Yesterday, Sun Zhiwei had told Aunt Wang that he would go to bury his parents today, and his sister Nannan would also go with him.

Early in the morning, Sun Zhiwei got up early with his sister and went to the cafeteria to have breakfast. At 8 o'clock, Lao Zhang came to pick them up in a truck with four soldiers.

Two coffins were already loaded on the car. After leaving Xiangshan, the first stop was the Chinese Medicine Hospital. There, the burial preparations for Sun Yushan and his wife had been completed yesterday and were now stored in an underground cold storage.

When they arrived at the Chinese medicine hospital and got off the car, Sun Zhiwei and his daughter both put on linen clothes and tied white cloth on their foreheads. Lao Zhang and the four soldiers also put on a black scarf each.

At this time, Nannan was still confused and didn't know why she came here or why she had to change into such strange clothes.

When Sun Zhiwei brought her to the underground cold storage and saw two familiar figures in military uniforms in the middle of the cold storage, she murmured to herself, "Mom, Mom."

When Sun Zhiwei saw his parents' bodies, his first feeling was that they were not dead, but just asleep. His sister had already rushed over and hugged her mother's arms.

"Mom, I miss you, please get up quickly. Mom, mom, wow~!"

Nannan hadn't seen her mother for so long, and she actually understood everything a long time ago. It's just that the enemy has not been found, and Sun Zhiwei has been delaying the burial. Today is finally the time.

Seeing the girl crying heart-wrenchingly, Sun Zhiwei couldn't help it. Lao Zhang knew that they needed some time, so he and the four soldiers did not come in.

Now that there was no one else here, he finally released his emotions.

As he burst into tears, the soul in his body finally merged with him. At this moment, the invisible storage ring also emitted a flash of light and disappeared again.

Sun Zhiwei felt that the ring had changed, but now was not the time to check.

After Nannan's emotions eased a little, he went out and asked a few soldiers to help put her in the coffin.

Watching the bodies of his parents being sealed in coffins, everyone lifted the coffins onto the truck. His sister insisted on following the coffins, so Sun Zhiwei had no choice but to sit in the truck bed with his sister, between the two coffins.

The car started slowly and drove towards Deshengmen Gongdelin. He wanted to take his parents to watch his enemies go to hell. This was revenge.

At Gongdelin Prison, guards were surprised to see a truck carrying two coffins approaching. But when they learned they were the families of two martyrs who had fallen and were watching the prisoners practice target practice, they were understanding and let them pass.

This is a special prison. Sun Zhiwei didn't intend to cause trouble for himself, so he just drove the truck to the shooting range and waited.

At 10:, the three prisoners were taken to the shooting range. The executioner read out the verdict on the spot. The three men's legs went weak after hearing it. The third and fourth brothers burst into tears and shouted for mercy. Only the eldest brother remained calm, but he could not stand steadily.

Sun Zhiwei and his sister were watching their ugly behavior. Suddenly, Old Zhang said to him, "Zhiwei, do you want to kill them yourself?"

But it was Old Zhang who wanted Sun Zhiwei to see blood. People are not easy to kill. Having been to the battlefield and not being there are two completely different things.

A soldier who has never seen blood is just a rookie, no matter how well he has trained.

Sun Zhiwei had a different idea. There would be many opportunities to see bloodshed, but definitely not now: "This is a national hatred, and it will be dealt with according to national law."

He repeatedly emphasized that this was a national vendetta, not a family feud. If he had shot the three men, his parents' deaths would have been labeled a family feud, and perhaps not even considered a martyr or a soldier, but simply a robbery victim. If they weren't family members of martyrs or soldiers, their future status and treatment would have been completely different.

In the later evaluation of the components, there is a component called "strong", which represents the integrity of the family and represents that they are one of our own. No matter what happens outside, no one dares to touch them.

The third of the five requirements he had put forward to Lao Zhang was for this purpose. At present, the sacrifice of his parents has not been determined, and he cannot act recklessly at any time. Any slight mistake now will cause trouble for the later evaluation.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

Three gunshots ended their sinful lives, and the souls of their parents in heaven will rest in peace. As the sister watched her enemy drink blood, the hatred and fear in her heart will disappear.

The revenge had been taken, and the next step was burial. At noon, my parents' coffins turned into ashes, and the two urns were placed in a corner of Babaoshan.

Sun Zhiwei and his sister kowtowed nine times in front of the tombstone, and then took off their linen and white cloth on the spot as a farewell to the past.

They only left black scarves on their arms, and then they and their sister wore military caps and red scarves to indicate that they would start a new life from now on.

On the way back, he asked about the characterization of his parents' sacrifice. Lao Zhang said that the higher-ups were discussing it and no reply had been given yet.

Sun Zhiwei knew that he couldn't wait any longer. The reason why he couldn't make a conclusion was because the matter was going through ups and downs. There would definitely be people who opposed it and people who supported it, and there was no consensus on the issue.

He must achieve something before his superiors will show some interest, and the results must be useful.

He remembered that the Vanguard was officially established after the founding ceremony, but the team song was selected in April of the following year. It would take time for "Successor" to appear and be sung.

He took out a pen and paper in front of Lao Zhang and began to write the lyrics:

We are the successors of the Communist Party

Inherit the glorious tradition of the Revolution

Love the motherland and love the people

The bright red scarf flutters on the chest

Not afraid of **
Marching bravely towards victory, we are the successors of the Communist Party

A song like a poem was born in the bumpy car.

Old Zhang saw all of this and silently read this battle poem, his heart surging with emotion.

"Can you sing?" Lao Zhang asked him.

Sun Zhiwei stood in the truck bed, facing the spring breeze and sunshine, with the red scarf on his chest fluttering high.

He held his sister's hand and began to sing loudly:
We are the successors of the Communist Party

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The passionate singing sounded in the car and echoed in the ears of passers-by along the way.

People looked in the direction where the singing came from, wanting to know the name of the song, but unfortunately the car quickly drove away.

They only remembered a few scattered lines of the lyrics, as well as the red scarf jumping in the truck bed, as bright red as a blazing fire.

(End of this chapter)