The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

Zhao Shao held the phone tightly, as if the phone was his last straw to contact the outside world in this predicament.

His eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, as if burning with a raging fire. Although the mysterious phone call filled him with doubts, like a thick fog shrouding his heart, for the sake of his father and the persistent thoughts in his heart, he would never stop his hurried steps.

He stood alone where the road was blocked, surrounded by a desolate and bleak scene.

The fierce wind howled like a demon, stirring up a cloud of dust. The dust particles mercilessly slapped his face, causing it to hurt and leaving tiny red marks.

The mountains in the distance are looming in the gray mist, looking gloomy and depressing, as if silent giant beasts are crouching there, making people shudder.

Zhao Shao was anxiously waiting for the excavator to clear the road. His brows were furrowed, and his eyebrows were tightly twisted together, as if they were tied in a knot that could not be untied.

His lips were tightly pursed into a firm straight line, and the anxiety in his heart was like a group of ants on a hot pan, buzzing around in his chest and making him restless.

At this time, in a remote corner not far away, Sun Tianming, Chen Fugui, Li Dashan and others were gathered together, nervously discussing the next blocking plan in a low voice.

Sun Tianming, a tall and sharp-eyed hunter, now had his brows furrowed into a deep "川" shape, as if carved by a knife, deep and solemn.

He carried the familiar hunting rifle on his back, his rough hands constantly stroking the barrel, his heart filled with helplessness and entanglement, and said:

"This kid is as stubborn as a bull. He refuses to give up even after all this."

Chen Fugui, the thin and wrinkled villager, shivered in the wind in his tattered cotton jacket, as if telling of the hardships of life.

He nodded repeatedly in agreement:

"Yeah, it seems we have to increase our efforts to stop them, otherwise something bad will really happen."

There was a hint of worry in his eyes, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were deeper, like deep ravines carved by time.

Li Dashan, a bus driver with a burly figure and dark skin, gritted his teeth, waved his strong arms, and said with some determination:

"No, we absolutely cannot let him go. If something goes wrong, none of us can bear the responsibility."

Sun Tianming pondered for a moment, then said with a firm gaze:

"Once the road is open, we will proceed as planned and stop him."

Finally, the road was cleared, and Zhao Shao couldn't wait to run forward like an arrow.

He hadn't walked far when Sun Tianming's tall figure suddenly appeared in front of him, like an insurmountable wall, blocking him and saying:

"Young man, it's dangerous ahead, you can't go any further!"

Sun Tianming's voice was loud and resolute, echoing on the empty road with unquestionable majesty.

He opened his arms, trying to block Zhao Shao's way, his broad chest like a solid barrier.

Zhao Shao looked at Sun Tianming, his eyes filled with determination and pleading, and said anxiously:

"Uncle, I have to go, my father is waiting for me."

Sun Tianming gritted his teeth, his facial muscles tensed, and said seriously:

"No, you can't joke with your life."

As he said this, he was about to reach out to pull Zhao Shao.

Zhao Shao dodged to the side, as nimble as a rabbit, and ran away quickly. Sun Tianming chased after him and shouted:

"stop!"

Sun Tianming's footsteps were heavy and urgent, raising a cloud of dust with every step, and the raised dust formed a small cloud of dust behind him.

Zhao Shao ran for a while and hid in the deep woods beside the road.

The woods were filled with a damp smell, and the ground was covered with thick fallen leaves, which made a "crunching" sound when stepped on, as if the fallen leaves were groaning in pain.

Sun Tianming looked everywhere for him, but there was no sign of him.

"Where did this kid go?"

Sun Tianming muttered, his eyes searching anxiously back and forth in the woods. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, slid down his cheeks, dripped onto the fallen leaves on the ground, and disappeared in an instant.

At this time, Zhao Shao carefully emerged from the woods and continued on his way.

Not long after walking, I met Chen Fugui again. Chen Fugui pretended to be kind, with a face full of false concern, and said:

"Kid, there are wild beasts ahead. You'll die if you go there."

His eyes would glance away from time to time, revealing a hint of guilt, and his gaze flickered.

Zhao Shao knew that this was their method of blocking him, and he said loudly:

"Brother, no matter what happens, I'm not afraid. I must go."

Seeing that persuasion was useless, Chen Fugui suddenly reached out and tried to forcibly pull Zhao Shao.

Zhao Shao struggled hard to break free and ran forward like a gust of wind, causing a gust of wind that bent the grass on the roadside.

Chen Fugui shouted at the back:

"Come back, it's really dangerous there!"

His voice echoed lonely on the empty road, but it could not stop Zhao Shao's determined steps.

Zhao Shao ran all the way, panting, his chest heaving violently like a bellows, and every breath seemed so difficult.

His clothes were soaked with sweat, and they stuck tightly to his back, outlining his bony figure.

His hair was also stuck to his forehead by sweat, in wisps like wet water grass.

At this time, Li Dashan drove a motorcycle and caught up at lightning speed. The roar of the engine was deafening. He shouted:

“Stop, boy!

Really, don’t leave anymore.”

Zhao Shao ignored him and continued running desperately.

Li Dashan stepped on the accelerator, and the motorcycle blocked Zhao Shao like a roaring beast.

Zhao Shao stopped and glared at Li Dashan, his eyes blazing with fire, and roared:

"Why do you keep stopping me?"

His eyes were bloodshot with anger, his eye sockets were red, and his gaze seemed to be able to burn people.

"This is for your own good. It's really dangerous ahead."

Li Dashan's expression seemed a little unnatural, his eyes flickered, and he didn't dare to look directly into Zhao Shao's angry eyes, but he felt indescribably aggrieved in his heart.

Zhao Shao loudly affirmed:

"No matter what, I'm going!"

After saying that, he nimbly moved around the stopped motorcycle and continued to run desperately, with dirt flying under his feet.

Li Dashan shook his head helplessly and could only turn the car around and go back to meet up with others.

After many hardships, Zhao Shao finally arrived at the mine.

However, the moment he arrived, a devastating explosion suddenly occurred in the mine.

There was a loud "bang", as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart. Flames shot up into the sky in an instant, like a raging fire dragon, tearing the dark sky with its fangs and claws.

Thick smoke billowed and rolled, quickly covering the entire sky like a huge black curtain, swallowing everything in darkness.

In an instant, the entire sky was dyed a terrifying orange-red color. The huge shock wave caused the ground to tremble violently, as if a strong earthquake had occurred, and huge cracks appeared on the ground.

The surrounding trees were instantly ignited, crackling and burning, making terrifying noises, like the wails of hell.

Zhao Shao was stunned by this sudden scene. His eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets. Disbelief was written all over his face, and his mouth was slightly open, but he was so shocked by the huge impact that he couldn't make a sound.

The powerful shock wave knocked him to the ground like an invisible giant hand. He fell heavily to the ground like a fallen leaf. His ears were buzzing, as if thousands of bees were flying around his ears, making his head a mess.

Gravel and dust hit him mercilessly like dense raindrops. The pain instantly spread throughout his body like an electric current, and every inch of his skin screamed in agony.

Zhao Shao struggled to get up, but his body felt like it had lost control, limp and powerless. He could only slump to the ground in despair, staring at the ruins before him, his heart filled with endless despair and powerlessness, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.

"Father……"

He murmured to himself, his voice so weak that it was almost inaudible. Tears blurred his eyes and flowed down his cheeks, leaving tear marks on his face.

His hands hung limply at his sides, his fingers dug deep into the soil, his fingertips were worn raw, and blood dyed the soil red, mixing with tears and dust.

At this time, Sun Tianming, Chen Fugui, Li Dashan and others also rushed to the scene in panic. When they saw this tragic scene, they were stunned and stood there like a fool.

"how so……"

Chen Fugui said in a trembling voice.

His body kept shaking, like a leaf swaying in the wind, which could be blown down at any time.

His face was filled with fear and regret, tears running down his wrinkled face.

Li Dashan's face turned pale as paper, his legs softened, and he almost collapsed to the ground, his voice filled with tears:

"We just wanted to stop him, but we didn't expect..."

Sun Tianming remained silent, his eyes filled with deep regret and self-blame. Those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the darkness, but could not undo what had happened.

He stared blankly at the ruins before him, and the hunting rifle in his hand unknowingly slipped to the ground, making a dull sound, as if it was his heavy heartbeat.

Zhao Shao stared blankly at the mine, as if his soul had been sucked out.

Everything around him became blurred, only the billowing smoke and burning flames kept shaking before his eyes, like a scene from hell.

"Why……

Why is this happening...

I tried very hard, didn’t I?

Zhao Shao's voice was filled with pain and despair, hoarse and broken, as if his heart was shattered by the explosion.

Every word carried with it an endless sadness, echoing in the air.

His hands were tightly gripping the ground, his nails digging into the mud, but he was unaware that the blood and mud were mixed together and could not be distinguished from each other.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to collapse, and only endless darkness and pain remained in his heart, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss, with no chance of escape.

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