The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

In the early morning after the battle of Zhangjiabao ended, the sunlight struggled to penetrate the remaining smoke from last night and shone on the devastated Zhangjiabao.

Platoon leader Zhao Shao stood in the midst of the mess, cleared his throat, and shouted:

"Don't just stand there, let's quickly clean up the battlefield and count the casualties!"

Squad leader Yu Jie rubbed his bloodshot eyes and waved to the soldiers around him:

"Brothers, move!

Take good care of our fallen brothers and let them go with dignity."

The soldiers nodded and began to move around the battlefield.

Xiao Si walked to the side of a fallen soldier, squatted gently, carefully closed his wide-open eyes, and choked with sobs:

"Brother, go with peace of mind. Mission accomplished."

At this time, a young soldier came over and asked curiously:

"Brother Xiao, these enemies are really fierce. How did we defeat them so badly?"

Xiao Si stood up and patted his shoulder:

"That's because we brothers are united and fearless for the mission. Even the most ruthless enemies must fall!"

On the other side, several soldiers were struggling to drag the enemy's bodies.

A soldier frowned and said with disdain:

"Hey, these guys are still so heavy even after they die. They must have done a lot of bad things when they were alive. My arms are sore from weighing them down!"

Another soldier quipped:

"Maybe they ate too much oil in their lifetime, and now it's retribution, making it difficult for us to clean up."

When the people around heard this, they couldn't help laughing, and the tense atmosphere immediately eased a lot.

Platoon leader Zhao Shao looked around, muttering:

"See if there are any weapons or ammunition that you've missed. Collect them all. They might be useful later."

Suddenly, he kicked an enemy's dropped helmet, and the helmet rolled far away. He couldn't help cursing:

"This broken thing almost tripped me!"

Liu San also came to help with the soldiers from the third squad.

He saw the squad leader Yujie and walked over to pat him on the shoulder:

"Yujie, how's the situation here?"

Yujie sighed:

“Several of my brothers were sacrificed, and I feel really bad.

How about you guys?"

Liu San shook his head:

"We were pretty successful, but it took some effort to deal with Zhang He at the end."

When counting the casualties, Zhao Shao held a notebook and recorded it with a serious face.

He walked up to Xiao Si and asked, "Squad Leader Xiao Si, how many comrades in your squad died?"

Xiao Si looked sad and raised his finger:

"Three, Mao San, Mao Xiaosi, and the brother who persevered with me to the end..."

Zhao Shao wrote it down carefully, muttering to himself:

"We must never forget these heroes."

While cleaning up the enemy corpses, the soldiers found something interesting.

A soldier found a wrinkled photo of a heavily made-up woman on an enemy. He held up the photo and said with a smile:

"Hey, this guy even carried a photo of a beautiful woman with him before he died. It seems he was a romantic man."

Another warrior came over:

"Maybe it's his lover back home, who wants to make a lot of money as a bandit and go back to marry a wife."

After hearing this, everyone burst into laughter again.

When cleaning the warehouse in Zhangjiabao, the soldiers found it was filled with various supplies.

A soldier shouted excitedly:

"Platoon leader, there's a lot of food here. We're going to make a fortune!"

Zhao Shao walked in, took a look, and nodded with satisfaction:

"These are the fruits of our victory. Please record them carefully so that you can use them later."

As the cleaning work progressed, the soldiers' moods gradually became complicated.

They rejoiced in their victory but grieved for their fallen comrades.

Yujie looked at the busy soldiers and said loudly:

"Brothers, let's clean up this battlefield, and give an explanation to our dead brothers.

We must continue to move forward with their hopes!"

After counting the casualties, Zhao Shao gathered all the soldiers.

He stood on a big rock and said loudly:

"Comrades, although we have won this battle, we have also paid a heavy price.

Our sacrificed brothers are our pride, and their spirit will always inspire us.

 …”

The soldiers shouted in unison:

"For victory! For our sacrificed brothers!"

.........

The cleaning work was nearing completion, and the soldiers began to clean up the blood and debris on the battlefield.

A battle-hardened soldier slowly crouched down, gazing at the gleaming metallic shells scattered on the ground. A deep sense of emotion welled up in his eyes, and he whispered, "What are you doing?"

"These bullet casings are silent witnesses of the fierce battles we have experienced.

Perhaps one day in the future, this piece of history will be passed down through the ages and become a thrilling legend.”

Another soldier standing beside him heard this and a bright smile appeared on his face. He then said:

"Haha, that's right!

When we are old, we can sit in rocking chairs and slowly tell the younger generations about our heroic deeds in Zhangjiabao. We must let them know that we are all great heroes!

The two smiled at each other and continued to walk forward with firm steps.

Before long, a large, yet dilapidated room came into view.

They were delighted and quickly quickened their pace and rushed forward.

As they approached the door, one of them couldn't wait to raise his voice and shout:

"Squad Leader Liu, come quickly! We found a lot of prisoners here!"

Before Liu San could move, Zhao Shao took the lead and came to the main room.

Liu San asked loudly:

"Brother Zhao, who are you looking for?"

With his loud shout, Special Envoy Mao, who was still in the crowd, immediately became alert.

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