I make a living solving crimes.

According to Grandpa Chang's recollection, Uncle San was in the eastern section during the Changshan River Crossing Campaign. He was a member of the vanguard and wore a wooden life jacket and went into the water on a fishing boat owned by a fellow villager.

My grandfather said that my third uncle was not like a northern child. He didn't drink, but he liked sweet things very much. Before he joined the army, my grandmother went to the city to exchange millet for candy for him, but he was reluctant to eat it. Later, his arm was injured and he couldn't bear the pain, so he ate the candy. But he kept the candy wrapper close to his body and took it out to smell it when he missed home.

Chang Wei stood quietly under the fluttering red flag at the bridgehead, gazing at the vast river, with that night in his mind.

Flames shot into the sky and cannons roared.

They were full of lofty aspirations and passion, they looked forward to the establishment of a new China, and they advanced fearlessly under the enemy's fire.

They rowed their boats, talked and laughed loudly in the face of bullets and artillery fire whistling in the air, and their words were full of expectations for the future.

"Our descendants will definitely have enough to eat and warm clothes!"

"They must have read books. They are not like us who can't read a single word."

"During festivals, they should be able to eat meat, right?"

"No one will be able to bully them anymore."

All the expectations are about "them", without mentioning what the future will be like for oneself.

Finally, all these jokes came together, condensing into a soaring momentum that exploded in Chang Wei's mind.

"Forward, forward, forward, for the new China, forward——"

After getting off the Yangtze River Bridge, he went to Yuhuatai to pay tribute to the revolutionary martyrs, and also went to Pude Temple to pay tribute to 300,000 compatriots.

9721 compatriots killed by Japanese pirates are buried here.

The sky in Jinling is gloomy today. There is a heavy atmosphere hanging over the city, making people feel breathless.

Chang Wei stood there quietly. The Jinling Investigation Office personnel accompanying him could only hear him muttering to himself, "Wait, wait a little longer, until one day, when the war starts again..."

Maybe when that day comes, he will be too old to walk, maybe he will be gone by that day, but as Fan Wei said to the Japanese officer before his execution, "You know, my wife is pregnant again."

He could still feel the warmth of the blood seeping into the ground.

A country and a nation built with lives and blood should never forget hatred and humiliation!

......

The most soothing thing is a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup.

Even though Chang Wei is an uneasy person, he is willing to live in a peaceful era, in gentle and peaceful days, sitting in a small restaurant on the street, eating a bowl of hot noodle soup, happy and beautiful.

On the streets lined with sycamore trees, people walk leisurely, stopping from time to time to appreciate the breath of spring.

When Chang Wei received the call from Fan Tuaner, he was learning how to cook duck.

Cooking duck, of course, refers to a dish that uses duck as the raw material, and the one who taught him was the hotel's chef.

Jinling is a city that cannot do without ducks. No duck can swim to the north of the Yangtze River alive, just like in Yangzhou, no goose can swim to the south of the Yangtze River alive.

Salted duck, pressed duck, roast duck...

"The operation starts tonight." Fan Tuaner said vaguely on the phone.

Of course Chang Wei knew what action she was talking about. Because of the suppression by the Great God, he was afraid that he would be locked up in a small dark room, so the things in Shanghai were a bit anticlimactic for Chang Wei, but he had been paying attention to what he wanted to do.

"Be careful." He also reminded, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "Don't make it too much trouble. What I originally meant was... just get them off their original track."

Fan Tuan'er was silent for a while on the other end of the phone, then said softly, "Okay, I understand."

"What's going on with Shen Xiangnan?"

"General Wang has asked for instructions. The internal report you wrote also attaches great importance to it and instructs us to catch them all in one fell swoop."

"Remind Lao Wang, Liu Wu told me that the guy hid a lot of money in the old house in Pudong, don't forget it."

Fan Tuan'er laughed on the other end of the phone, "I've already sent Zhang Long and Zhao Hu to keep an eye on them. Once they start, take back all the money in the house."

"Money-grubber." Chang Wei muttered softly.

The phone was hung up hastily without much conversation.

Chang Wei hung up the phone and went back to the cafeteria kitchen, watching Lao Wang skillfully hollow out the internal organs of a duck.

He used a lancet...

"Lao Wang, your profession..." Chang Wei didn't know how to comment.

Lao Wang smiled innocently and said, "This knife is new."

He then sighed, "Life was hard in the past. I just realized that I have dissected more ducks than people in my life."

Is this what people say?

Chang Wei didn't want to talk to him about dissecting people, so he changed the subject and said, "When we get to Sichuan Province, I'll introduce you to a colleague who's also very good at being a prostitute."

"Okay, team leader." Lao Wang dug open the duck gizzard, picked out the remaining food inside, and swirled it in the basin. He smiled and said, "I've always heard that there are four more colleagues, but it's a pity that I don't have the chance to meet them."

Chang Wei raised his head and looked out the window.

On the plateau, in the heavy snow, a group of people are struggling to move forward.

Wu Jimao walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow, his hat had been pulled down from the ears and tied to his chin. He turned his head to look at the officer next to him, shielded the strong wind with his arms, and shouted, "Do you want to take a break?"

The officer turned back to look at the team and shook his head, "We can't rest, or we will miss the opportunity."

"I'm afraid the soldiers can't handle it?"

"We can handle it." The officer answered firmly, "We will not abandon any of our comrades, but we cannot delay the mission. This little hardship is nothing. When we climbed the snowy mountains, we even lacked cotton clothes and food. If they can handle it, so can we."

Wu Jimao puffed out his chest and said forcefully, "Yes, we can do it, too."

The officer patted Wu Jimao on the shoulder and said, "The main force must have set out by now. The rebels don't know how to fight, so they are bound to be defeated. We must rush to the designated location as soon as possible to prevent the enemy from escaping in advance."

Wu Jimao nodded, walked a few steps quickly to Li Laifu's side, and whispered in his ear: "Laifu, watch out. If any comrades can't bear it, don't save your medicine."

Lai Fu took a deep breath of the thin oxygen air, nodded and said nothing.

It’s too tiring to talk on the plateau!

Ji Xiaowang was walking at the end of the team. He also carried a bottle of pills with him, which were used to save lives when gathering up the lagging soldiers.

But so far, no one has been left behind.

It doesn't sound scientific to use willpower to withstand altitude sickness.

But the soldiers relied on their tenacious will and walked firmly on the plateau, step by step!