The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

Zhao Shao stood quietly like a sculpture on the vast and empty training ground in Pingxiang. The sunlight poured down like a golden waterfall, enveloping him completely. But even such a bright and warm light could not dispel the thick haze hidden deep in his eyes.

His gaze was like a bird that had lost its direction, wandering around the empty space. The familiar figures from the past seemed to have not gone far away, and were still vaguely visible before his eyes.

Every movement and every smile were deeply imprinted in his mind and could not be erased.

At this moment, a steady and powerful sound of footsteps came from far away.

Wang Yaxin took firm steps, walked to Zhao Shao's side step by step, and then stood firmly.

His figure was tall and straight, like an indestructible mountain.

Wang Yaxin gently raised his hand and placed it on Zhao Shao's slightly trembling shoulder. His movements were gentle but powerful.

His voice was low and gentle, like the spring breeze blowing across the lake:

"Zhao Shao, stop dwelling on the past. We still have a long way to go. We must look forward."

Hearing this, Zhao Shao slowly turned his head, and his originally resolute face was now filled with pain and deep self-blame.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end it just turned into a heavy sigh.

"Brother Wang, I...

I really feel that everything is my fault. If I hadn’t done my job well, there wouldn’t be so many brothers…”

Zhao Shao's voice was hoarse and choked, and when he said the last few words, he was almost crying.

Wang Yaxin firmly grasped Zhao Shao's shoulders, stared firmly into his bloodshot eyes, and said loudly:

"Nonsense!

How can you, alone, control the life and death on the battlefield?

Everyone is fighting with passion and dedication for the unwavering faith in their hearts. Their sacrifice is truly glorious!

Zhao Shao bit his lips tightly until they turned pale and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were already red, tears welling up in them, threatening to fall at any moment.

"But......

But Liu Mazi, Platoon Leader Hu and the others...

He left us forever.”

Zhao Shao could no longer suppress the surging sadness in his heart, and tears welled up in his eyes and flowed freely down his cheeks.

Wang Yaxin took a deep breath and looked into the distance:

"Their heroic deeds will be remembered forever, and we must carry their spirit and continue to fight!"

Zhao Shao slowly lowered his head. His originally upright body seemed to be bent by an invisible pressure.

His hands were clenched into fists, and his knuckles were slightly white due to excessive force.

"Brother Wang, I understand what you're saying, but...but this hurdle in my heart is so difficult, so difficult to overcome!"

Zhao Shao bit his lip and spoke with a slightly trembling voice.

Wang Yaxin, who was standing aside, looked at Zhao Shao seriously, his sharp eyes shooting straight at him like two lightning bolts.

"Zhao Shao, listen to me!"

Wang Yaxin raised his voice and said solemnly,

"Now is not the time for you to feel sorry for yourself!

We still have countless tough battles to fight ahead and countless powerful enemies waiting for us to face.

If you are always trapped in your own inner demons, how can you charge into battle with your brothers?

Hearing Wang Yaxin's words, Zhao Shao slowly raised his head.

At first, his eyes were still confused and helpless, but gradually, as if a flame was burning in them, the confusion was gradually replaced by determination.

"Brother Wang, I...I understand."

Zhao Shao took a deep breath, then nodded heavily, as if he had made a major decision.

Seeing that Zhao Shao finally cheered up, Wang Yaxin nodded with satisfaction, and the hint of relief in his eyes became more and more obvious.

“It’s good that you understand.

Let's go and see how the wounded are doing."

As he spoke, Wang Yaxin took the lead and walked towards the wounded camp, with Zhao Shao following closely behind.

Soon, the two arrived at the wounded camp. As soon as they entered, they saw Liu San leaning against the bed, one hand covering his arm, his face frowned in pain.

Seeing this, Zhao Shao quickly quickened his pace and walked to Liu San's side, and asked with concern:

"San'er, how do you feel?

Does the wound hurt badly?

When Liu San heard Zhao Shao's voice, he endured the pain and forced a smile:

"Brother Zhao, don't worry, I'm fine. This little injury is nothing."

Zhao Shao gently patted Liu San's shoulder and comforted him:

"Don't hold on any longer. You must take good care of your injury. We are all waiting for your speedy recovery and return to the team!"

Liu San nodded vigorously:

"Brother Zhao, don't worry."

Xiao Size sat aside, still holding the gun tightly in his hand, wiping it with a focused look.

Wang Yaxin stepped forward and said:

"Xiao Si, don't tire yourself out too much, relax a little."

Xiao Si raised his head, his eyes firm

"Brother Wang, I'm not tired. I want to keep this gun in top condition at all times so I can kill more enemies in the next battle!"

Wang Yaxin smiled and nodded:

"Well done!"

Li Xi was lying on the hospital bed, his eyes still a little panicked.

Zhao Shao walked to his bedside and held his hand:

"Li Xi, don't be afraid, it's all over."

Li Xi's voice trembled:

"Brother Zhao, I...

I'm really afraid that the enemy will come after us again."

Zhao Shao comforted him:

"No, we are in Pingxiang, a million miles away from the enemy. The enemy is far away."

After coming out of the wounded camp, Zhao Shao and Wang Yaxin walked to the corner of the camp.

Zhao Shao stopped and looked at the sky:

"Brother Wang, what should we do next?"

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