The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

Zhao Shao was heartbroken and could not bear the heartbreaking sight of his father leaving him again. Coupled with the strong shock wave of the explosion just now, he finally couldn't bear it and left the control of consciousness from this world.

Back to the real world where Wang Yaxin lives.

Zhao Shao woke up slowly on the morning after being electrocuted.

His eyes were dull and he stared blankly ahead, looking as if he had lost his soul and was like a walking corpse.

His eyes were empty, as if those deep eyes hid endless confusion and bewilderment. His face was as pale as paper, his hair was messy, and he looked very haggard.

But judging from the discussions of other people outside, they all thought that this person looked like he was electrocuted.

Zhao Shao seemed to be oblivious to their discussion, without any understanding or reaction. He just stared blankly ahead, motionless.

Platoon Leader Hu frowned and paced back and forth among a group of soldiers, raising the dust under his feet.

He kept muttering:

"Why did Zhao Shao become like this?

He was fine yesterday, but today he seems to have lost his soul."

Yu San, a soldier standing nearby, came over and whispered:

"Platoon leader, I think his brain has probably been damaged by an electric shock."

Platoon Leader Hu glared at Yu San.

"Don't talk nonsense, wait for me to ask the battalion commander what to do next!"

As Platoon Leader Hu spoke, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, his eyes full of anxiety and helplessness.

His military uniform was slightly wrinkled, and his hair under his hat was a little messy. It was obvious that he was very worried about Zhao Shao's matter.

Platoon Leader Hu had no choice but to ask Battalion Commander Wang what to do next.

After Battalion Commander Wang learned from Platoon Leader Hu about the bizarre incident of Zhao Shao being struck by lightning, he was full of curiosity and hurried to Zhao Shao's resting place.

Along the way, Captain Wang kept frowning, thinking about the strangeness of this matter.

In Zhao Shao's resting place, Captain Wang stood beside the bed, looking up and down at Zhao Shao, who looked like a farmer.

He asked softly:

"Xiao Zhao, how do you feel?"

Zhao Shao didn't react at all, as if he didn't hear anything, and continued to stare blankly ahead.

His lips were chapped and his face was as pale as a piece of white paper.

Platoon Leader Hu beside him interrupted anxiously:

"Captain, this is the situation. Tell me what to do with him, okay?"

As Platoon Leader Hu spoke, he spread out his hands, his face full of helplessness. Beads of sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks. His eyes were full of eagerness, and he expected the battalion commander to give him some advice.

After observing for a moment, Captain Wang frowned, pretending to think, and said kindly:

“It may be that during yesterday’s interrogation, we may have touched his heart and stimulated him.

Just take good care of yourself and you'll be fine in a few days."

After saying that, Captain Wang sighed softly, turned around and left.

Everyone shook their heads helplessly, said words of comfort, and left one after another.

During this day, Zhao Shao was like an emotionless robot, only able to perform simple physiological activities.

When someone brought him food, he ate it mechanically, and his chewing movements seemed very stiff.

After eating, he continued to stare blankly ahead, without blinking, as if he was frozen in time.

When Platoon Leader Hu heard that he could eat, he was very happy. He thought he was well again and thought that he could train more easily now.

He ran over excitedly, but found that Zhao Shao was still staring blankly ahead.

He was curious about what Zhao Shao was looking at.

Following Zhao Shao's gaze, he saw people busy walking back and forth outside the tent.

Platoon Leader Hu found it boring and said with a curled lip:

"There's a whole bunch of people walking around. What's so interesting about this? I really don't understand what the attraction is."

After saying that, he also stared blankly at the people walking around outside like Zhao Shao.

But it seems that apart from being boring, it is of no use.

He left behind Yu San, who was also electrocuted, and walked away.

Yu San was born with a sturdy physique, and he was like a steady hill.

The round face was tanned and shiny by the sun, like a piece of carefully polished black jade, exuding a healthy luster.

Two thick eyebrows are as black as ink, and below them are a pair of bright eyes, which reveal an innate honesty and simplicity.

At this moment, Yu San slowly walked to Zhao Shao's side and sat down.

He thought to himself:

"Zhao Shao used to be a smart and clever guy, how come he has become like this now?

It’s so puzzling!”

You know, Yu San is the kind of person who can't sit still for a moment. As soon as he sat down, he started talking like a flood.

He said cheerfully:

"Hey, Brother Zhao Shao, I really need to have a good chat with you!

My wife is really amazing!

She keeps our little home in perfect order, it's such a comfort!"

As he spoke, Yu Sanbian gestured excitedly with his hands, his face full of a happy smile, so that his eyes, which were not big to begin with, were narrowed into a thin slit.

His hands kept waving in the air, as if he was carefully painting a warm and happy picture of his home.

He continued to chant:

"And in this military camp, there are so many rules and regulations, like the stars in the sky, I can't even count them all!"

At this moment, Yu San seemed more and more excited. As he danced, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, sparkling with crystal light under the bright sunshine.

His voice also unconsciously rose several degrees, as if he was afraid that the people around him could not hear it.

He leaned forward and moved closer to Zhao Shao, as if trying to get his attention.

"For the first half of my life, I was displaced and wandered around everywhere. I experienced all kinds of hardships."

When Yu San was moved, his voice trembled, tears welled up in his eyes, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly.

His shoulders slumped, revealing a deep sense of fatigue.

Yu San kept talking, from the interesting things in his childhood, to the hardships he faced when he grew up, to his current life in the military camp.

His words flowed like water, endlessly.

The sun gradually set in the west, and the afterglow shone through the gaps in the tent onto the two people, casting long shadows.

Perhaps Yu San's nagging resonated with Zhao Shao, or perhaps Zhao Shao himself figured it out, and he stopped staring ahead.

Like a soul returning to its hometown, Zhao Shao began to recount his experiences in the past world during that short day.

His voice was low and hoarse, as if he was telling a distant and mysterious story.

"Yusan, you know what?

I seemed to have gone to another world today and met my father..."

There was a glimmer of light in Zhao Shao's eyes, his hands clenched unconsciously, and his body trembled slightly.

Yu San listened to his bizarre words and sometimes didn't understand them, but he still listened to Zhao Shao's analysis tacitly, nodding his head from time to time to show his agreement.

Zhao Shao became more and more excited as he spoke. He stood up and paced back and forth.

"That world is so real, my father is right in front of me..."

Yu San looked at the emotional Zhao Shao and felt a little worried, but he still listened quietly.

The cool night breeze blew in from the gaps in the tent, making the two of them feel a little cool.

Zhao Shao stopped, looked straight at Yu San, and asked again:

"Yu San, tell me, what I experienced was reality or just a dream?"

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