I want to be a good person

take pictures.

Get your identity paper.

The name is still Lu Shaokang, and only the last bit of persistence remains.

After I got my documents done, I found that the sun had come out in the sky, tearing through the layers of dark clouds, and the sunlight was warm on my body.

Guangde was formerly known as Tongli, and it has a history of more than 1800 years since it was established as a county. The Japanese invaders have ravaged the area, leaving ruins everywhere. The small town of 500 people has been reduced to less than people.

Along the way, outside the county town, there was no one living within a radius of thirty miles. The traces of arson were clearly visible, and the people were still licking their wounds.

Where is the so-called paradise of kingly way?

Don’t those who are trying to save the country through roundabout means know this?

He is just pretending to be ignorant even though he knows the truth.

There are only a few small restaurants in the city, and they just set up thatched huts and open their doors to welcome customers.

The store served mugwort steamed buns and a bowl of fish soup.

"No meat?"

Hot meals warm the stomach and the hearts of busy people.

"There are fewer people raising poultry now. I don't know when the little Japanese will come again. They are worse than animals. By the way, why do you eat meat?"

The shop owner, who was in his thirties, became suspicious.

"I just got my identity card done and came back from Shanghai."

"If you don't believe me, take a look."

Zhang Aiguo looked at the other person's disbelieving eyes and took out a brand new cardboard.

"Oh, no wonder."

"The Japanese were so vicious. In 1937, they entered the city and retreated to attack Wuhu. They threw dead bodies into the wells, the soy sauce jars in the soy sauce shops, the rice shops, and everything edible. Some bodies were chopped into several pieces and thrown everywhere."

"Ugh."

Can the brutality of the Japanese be easily covered up by just one or two devils bowing and shedding a few crocodile tears?

Zhang Aiguo feels that it is just a double act between the government and the people, with them putting on makeup and acting, but the audience has a strong sense of empathy.

The pain must be spoken out.

No one knows the suffering of the people.

When the world is in chaos, being awake is a sin.

The shop owner kept on talking about the atrocities committed by the Japanese devils, such as killing, burning, torturing and robbing for fun, and the miserable situation when they had no place to eat or live when they first arrived.

There were only three people in the store, and they all looked resentful.

Without mentioning the Guangde Massacre, the whole macro-narrative is about the instinct of humans and animals to survive first.

I dare not lift the fog, so I have to pile it up with countless lies.

Zhang Aiguo lowered his head and said nothing, taking a sip of soup.

As the conversation went on, everyone became emotional and no one agreed with the conversation, so the conversation gradually became dull.

The owner returned to the kitchen and started working.

National Army soldiers walked on the street, thin, dark and full of energy.

None of the officers I have seen were fat. Their grey clothes had changed colour due to washing and some were even patched. Their bright and shiny looks were deliberately exaggerated.

The guns were cleaned and the eating utensils were well served. In terms of the quality of the soldiers, the National Army was second to none and they were willing to risk their lives to fight the Japanese.

After personal experience and witnessing, I can only bury my doubts in my heart. Everything is the same, and everything is different.

The slogans on the wall are still there, with big red characters of "Defend the nation with flesh and blood", reminding people that the war is still going on.

Going south by land, we had to cross mountains and hills along the way, which was extremely arduous. We couldn't sail out of the clouds because there were too many hills.

Guangde is so important that this small county has two military airports.

"Fellow countryman, how do I get to the airport?"

When paying the bill, Zhang Aiguo still asked a question.

"You're going to the airport?"

"Yes, go and pay respect to the warriors in the sky."

"As they should be, the Second Bombardment Squadron, they all sacrificed their lives for their country. When the war just started, I saw them taking off and landing every day. Their families were quite wealthy. What a pity, damn little Japanese."

“Yes, we can’t forget them.”

"I heard from the people above that they bombed Guangde and destroyed more than a dozen Japanese bombers. They also blew up the gasoline depot, killing many Japanese. It was really satisfying."

"Ten miles from the east gate is Shiligou, which is the airport."

Zhang Aiguo thanked him and turned around.

"By the way, there's a small old airport in the east of the city, and there's a new airport in the north of the city."

North of the city?

Could it be the place where they made an emergency landing?

Zhang Aiguo thought about it and finally understood.

In the north of the city, there is a large open space, which should be the new airport. However, it has been severely damaged. When I flew over it, I saw many pits and did not dare to land. It seemed that the blockhouse was still there, and the remaining hangar shed buildings were vaguely visible.

I decided to try my luck at the old airport instead of going through the city.

The ancient, elegant and majestic Drum and Corner Tower no longer rings morning and evening bells, but silently records the right and wrong of the world, and also the numerous crimes committed by the Japanese invaders.

After leaving the city, use a ruler to measure the road that the martyrs once walked.

The road was still a dirt road, and it was dusty. After a while, a layer of dust fell.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the deserted airport. The thatched huts had collapsed and there were some holes on the ground. The Japanese had done some damage before retreating, but it was not thorough enough.

The national army lost almost all its aircraft, and had no chance to defeat the Japanese.

The Type 95 fighter was taken out and compared with the spare one. The commonly used landing gear was damaged during the forced landing and the wing was damaged. It would take some time to replace various accessories.

Place a compass, map, candy and chocolate in the cockpit.

After that, burn paper and incense, and pour a bottle of Fenjiu.

From south to north, and from west to east, it is 500 meters from north to south and 350 meters from east to west. It is a bit small and the distance for bombers to take off and land is not enough. It can only be used as a backup.

Several influential pits were filled and a passage was cleared.

The setting sun cast a shadow on the fuselage, and the red plaster-like paint on the wings and tail was disgusting.

Fill up the fuel, reload the bullets, turn on the switches one by one, and all the instruments of the aircraft are normal.

The engine, the heart of industry, is a weak point.

Taking advantage of the last ray of light, the propeller was turned. A dull roar echoed in the wilderness, and the high-speed rotation of the propeller stirred up clouds of dust.

The dust formed a circle, like a coiled dragon, with some resonance, and Zhang Aiguo knew that they were coming.

The future support is gone, and a period of tragic and passionate years of war has been lost to the world.

Farewell, heroes!

Defending the country is the real hero in the hearts of the people. There is no need for fanfare or praise. It is an inheritance that is integrated into the blood of the Chinese people.

With a huge roar, the plane raised its head and chest and rushed into the black sky, with its heading lights flashing a gorgeous red light.

Three minutes later, we rose above the clouds and the direction of the compass remained unchanged. The cockpit instruments were deceiving.

Below the field of vision, there are tiny sparks, but more are vast expanses of darkness.

The darkest moment in modern Chinese history.

"Buzz~Buzz~Buzz"

The shrill sirens dragged out long notes and the air raid alarm sounded shrilly.

The sharp sound woke people up, and it was pitch black below.

The searchlights came on, shining cross beams into the sky, and the bright light penetrated the clouds.

"Dong~dong~dong"

The sound of anti-aircraft guns firing.

It fired aimlessly and threateningly, like a farewell salute.

After a few cannon shots, the sound of the plane gradually became smaller and disappeared.

Perhaps people were cheering, celebrating the successful expulsion of enemy aircraft, and once again strengthening their confidence in victory in the war of resistance.

The night is getting darker!