The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

Mao San bit his lips until blood oozed out, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white, and his eyes revealed a firm determination for revenge:

"Xiao Si, we have to survive so that we can have a chance of revenge."

As the days passed, the two brothers continued to work hard in the fields, but the hatred in their hearts never dissipated. It was like a raging fire burning in their hearts, burning more and more vigorously.

Until one day, a piece of news blew into this small mountain village like a spring breeze.

"Brother, have you heard?

Landlord Zhao was overthrown."

Mao Xiaosi excitedly trotted to Mao San, his face filled with excitement and joy, his eyes flashing with hope, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness.

A hint of surprise flashed in Mao San's eyes, and that surprise was like a long drought finally ending in a downpour:

"Really? That's great!"

After discussion, the two brothers decided not to live their lives in such a depressed state.

They heard that the peasant army led by Wang Yaxin was a team that was fighting for the poor, so they resolutely joined them.

In the peasant army, Mao Xiaosi received rigorous training. Every morning, before the first ray of sunlight penetrated the morning mist, he would get up early and do arduous physical training on the playground.

Although he is thin, he is extremely hardworking and strives to make every movement perfect.

During the battle in Yongxin County, Mao Xiaosi truly experienced the cruelty of war for the first time.

The battlefield was filled with smoke and the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air, making people feel sick.

The sound of gunfire was deafening, as if it would burst one's eardrums.

He gripped the rifle tightly in his hand, his fingers turning white from excessive force, his eyes showing a hint of tension and determination, and his heart beating violently in his chest like a war drum.

"Xiao Si, don't be afraid, follow me."

Mao San encouraged from the side, his voice steady and powerful, bringing a sense of courage and comfort to Mao Xiaosi.

Mao Xiaosi took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and rushed forward with the team.

He learned how to dodge the enemy's bullets cleverly, like an agile hare, shuttling through the hail of bullets.

His eyes were always alert, looking for the enemy's weaknesses.

After the Battle of Yongxin ended, Mao Xiaosi looked at his injured comrades around him and his heart was filled with emotion.

The bloody scene was deeply imprinted in his mind. He knew the cruelty and ruthlessness of war, but at the same time it also strengthened his belief.

"Brother, war is truly terrible, but we cannot retreat."

Mao Xiaosi said, with a look of determination in his eyes, as if announcing his determination to the whole world.

Mao San nodded:

"Yes, we must continue to fight for those who are oppressed."

Later, Mao Xiaosi's unit received a new mission.

They were going to attack a stronghold occupied by armed landlords. It was said that the landlords there were committing all kinds of evil and oppressing the people.

Mao Xiaosi and his comrades quietly approached the stronghold under the cover of night.

It was pitch black all around, with only a few stars twinkling faintly, as if guiding them.

The night wind blew, and the grass rustled, adding a bit of mystery and horror to the tense atmosphere.

"Everyone be careful and don't make any noise."

Squad leader Yu Jie spoke softly, his voice as low as a mosquito's buzz, but revealing unquestionable majesty.

Mao Xiaosi hunched over, staring straight ahead like a night cat, not daring to breathe for fear of alerting the enemy.

As they approached the stronghold, they were discovered by enemy sentries.

"Who?"

The sentry shouted loudly, his voice piercing the silent night sky, followed by gunshots. The crisp gunshots echoed in the night sky, like the call of death.

"Fight!"

Yujie shouted, like a flash of lightning across the night sky, and fired the first shot.

Mao Xiaosi and his comrades followed suit and fired without hesitation.

They then engaged in a fierce firefight with the enemy.

Bullets whizzed through the night sky, interweaving into a deadly web.

Mao Xiaosi hid behind a mound of earth, aiming and shooting at the enemy with his hands trembling slightly.

Although his shooting skills were not very accurate, he still posed a certain threat to the enemy.

His forehead was covered with sweat, which slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground beneath his feet. He prayed silently in his heart that he could kill a few more enemies.

"Xiao Si, be careful."

Mao San shouted from not far away, with a hint of anxiety in his voice.

Mao Xiaosi quickly turned his head and saw several enemies in front of Zhao rushing towards them. Their ferocious faces looked like demons in the firelight.

He quickly adjusted the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger, with only one thought in his mind: destroy the enemy and survive.

"Da da da……"

An enemy light machine gun suddenly fired, and bullets rained down, raising dust on the ground.

Afterwards, Yujie rushed forward with three soldiers, trying to kill the machine gunner.

They were agile and moved like ghosts in the rain of bullets, quickly taking out the two guards from Zhangjiabao.

But at this moment, Zhang Er personally set up the machine gun and started firing wildly. The flames ejected from the muzzle of the machine gun were like the tongue of a devil, devouring everything.

Yu Jie had just pulled the bolt to fire the second time when he heard the sound of a light machine gun and couldn't help cursing:

"This is complete crap."

There was no room for hesitation in the battle, and Zhang Er's chaotic bullet unfortunately hit Mao Xiaosi.

The bullet shot through his chest, and he felt as if his chest was hit hard by a sledgehammer. A sharp pain came over him, and his body instantly lost balance and fell backwards.

His vision began to blur, and the faces of his parents seemed to appear before his eyes, their kind smiles like a beam of warm light;

The golden wheat fields swaying in the wind represent his yearning for a better life;

And those days when I fought side by side with my comrades in the peasant army were full of blood and passion.

"Brother...I..."

Mao Xiaosi spat out a few words with difficulty, and blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the cold ground like blooming red lotuses.

When Mao San saw his brother was injured, his eyes turned red instantly, as if they were about to bleed. He rushed towards Mao Xiaosi desperately, with only one thought in his mind: to save his brother.

"Xiao Si, hold on!"

Mao Sanda shouted, his voice filled with despair and helplessness.

But Mao Xiaosi's eyes gradually dimmed. With unfulfilled dreams and unwillingness to accept this world, he slowly closed his eyes, and his body gradually became cold, just like this cold winter night.

Mao San held his brother's body and burst into tears. His cries echoed on the battlefield, as if mourning for the young soldier.

The smoke of gunpowder was still spreading on the battlefield, as if sighing for this tragic scene.

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