The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

Zhao Shao stood tall and straight, but his face was full of fatigue. He stood on the land of Pingxiang, looking far away at the rolling mountains that were looming in the morning mist.

The wind in Pingxiang is like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life. It carries the pungent and heavy smell of gunpowder and dust, gently caressing his bearded face, as if quietly telling the thrilling and passionate stories of the past. Every gust of wind seems to leave a deep or shallow mark in Zhao Shao's heart.

On the long journey from Yongxin back to Pingxiang, every step seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. The soldiers' straw sandals dragged on the sandy road, making a dull and heart-wrenching sound.

The wounded soldiers relied on each other and supported each other. On their tattered clothes, blood and dust had long since dried and solidified, mixing into a mottled pattern.

Their eyes were filled with gratitude for surviving the disaster and endless grief for their fallen comrades.

Liu San lowered his head and walked silently in the middle of the team. Although the wound on his arm had been bandaged with a rough bandage, the piercing pain was like a maggot attached to his bones, drilling into his heart.

But this pain seemed so insignificant compared to the sorrow that was like a knife piercing his heart.

In his mind, Liu Mazi's voice, appearance and smile involuntarily emerged again and again - the brother who always had a simple and honest smile, but did not flinch at the critical moment, and stood up bravely.

Now, he sleeps forever in the blood-soaked valley, leaving only endless longing and sorrow lingering in the hearts of the living.

Xiao Size gripped the gun tightly in his hand. His hand trembled slightly uncontrollably, which was an indelible sequelae left by the fierce battle.

His teeth were clenched, and every tremor seemed to be accompanied by an inner struggle, but his eyes revealed a rock-hard determination.

After experiencing this life-and-death battle in which he narrowly escaped death, he seemed to have instantly crossed the gap between immaturity and maturity. He shed his immaturity overnight and grew into a resolute warrior.

Li Xi followed behind with unsteady steps, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. He looked back from time to time, his eyes full of panic and anxiety, as if at the end of his sight, an enemy would be chasing him like a ghost at any time.

Finally, their exhausted and wounded figures appeared in Pingxiang and successfully met up with Wang Yaxin.

Wang Yaxin was a tall and strong man, standing straight like a pine tree. His weather-beaten face was filled with a complicated expression. Looking at the people who had returned, his heart was like a pot of overturned five flavors, with all kinds of feelings mixed together.

Zhao Shao walked forward with heavy steps and recounted to Wang Yaxin in detail the whole process from the thrilling breakout at the west gate to the fierce confrontation with Jiang Shi.

His voice was hoarse and low, yet firm, and every word seemed to be spoken with all his strength.

Wang Yaxin listened quietly, his brows sometimes tightly furrowed into the shape of a "川" character, and sometimes slowly relaxed. When he heard the tragic moment when Liu Mazi and Jiang Shi died together, a trace of difficult to conceal grief and sincere admiration flashed in his eyes. There seemed to be a flame burning in his eyes, and tears seemed to be swirling in his eyes.

During his time in Pingxiang, Zhao Shao seemed to be shrouded in an impenetrable haze, and often fell into deep thought.

He came alone to the training ground which was once bustling with activity and filled with laughter.

Today, this place is like an abandoned island, so quiet that it makes people feel uneasy.

Once familiar figures, such as Platoon Leader Hu Jihu, and the comrades in the class who had fought, laughed and played together, have all disappeared, leaving only an empty venue and endless memories.

It was a sunny morning, so bright that it was almost blinding. Platoon Leader Hu was agile and strong, like a brave cheetah, leading them in arduous training.

"Everyone, pay attention to yourselves!

There is no chance for laziness on the battlefield!"

Platoon Leader Hu's voice was as loud as a bell, making everyone's eardrums buzz. He personally demonstrated every movement. His standard posture, smooth movements, and meticulous attitude stood like a towering mountain in the soldiers' hearts, becoming a benchmark for them to strive to emulate.

Under his leadership, the soldiers repeated the training movements over and over again. Beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads like beads that had broken off the string, soaking their tattered clothes, but no one uttered a word of complaint.

The breaks between training sessions are their happiest and most relaxing times.

Everyone sat together like a group of close brothers.

Some people were excitedly sharing interesting stories from their hometown, causing everyone to burst into laughter;

Some people spoke mysteriously about some groundless gossip, which made everyone listen with great interest.

Platoon Leader Hu would occasionally be infected by this joyful atmosphere, and a rare kind smile would appear on his face. That smile was like a ray of warm sunshine, sprinkling on everyone's heart.

Zhao Shao remembered that one time, he and several of his comrades in the class sneaked out of the camp like a group of naughty children.

They shuttled through the mountains and forests like agile monkeys, with excitement and curiosity sparkling in their eyes.

When they found a fruit tree full of fruits and emitting an enticing fragrance, everyone danced with excitement and their cheers echoed throughout the forest.

However, on the way back to the camp happily, they accidentally encountered a huge wild boar with exposed tusks.

At that time, everyone was so scared that their faces turned pale and their hearts almost jumped out of their throats.

But Platoon Leader Hu quickly calmed down. His calm eyes were like a sharp sword, instantly dispelling the fear in everyone's hearts.

He quickly commanded everyone, cleverly used the surrounding terrain, and led them to safely avoid the ferocious attack of the wild boar.

Now, those beautiful memories can only be like the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror, buried deep in his heart, becoming a precious treasure that he savors alone on countless lonely nights.

Zhao Shao once again fell into a vortex of self-blame:

"If I were more capable, if I could make wiser and more decisive decisions in battle, wouldn't I be able to reduce casualties? Would those once-vivid comrades still be by my side, sweating together on this training ground, playing together in our spare time, and striving together for the lofty ideals in our hearts..."

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