The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

In that turbulent era, Xitang Town was like a painting soaked in time, carrying countless joys and sorrows.

And in this small town, today, a thrilling revenge is quietly unfolding.

Wu Se-hun, the eldest son of the Wu family, was originally living a life of debauchery and extravagance.

He wore a gorgeous silk robe, an exquisite hat, always held a glass of fine wine in his hand, and his face was full of arrogance and conceit.

However, when he learned the news of Sun Cu's downfall from the undercover agent assigned to Sun Cu, the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

The crisp sound of breaking was particularly harsh in the silent room, as if it was the death knell of the Wu family's fate.

His face was pale, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair.

Wu Se-hun paced around the room in a panic, muttering to himself:

“What can I do?

This is how to do? "

His steps were hurried and chaotic, like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

Suddenly, he thought of his younger brother Wu Shijie, and hurried to Wu Shijie's room.

Wu Shijie, the young master of the Wu family, is handsome but as timid as a mouse.

He always wears neat clothes and has his hair combed neatly.

At this moment, he was sitting in the room, holding a whip in his hand, beating the servants wantonly.

However, when he heard his eldest brother's shouting, he threw the bloody whip in his hand aside and ran out trembling.

He asked with a guilty conscience, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Seeing that his younger brother still looked cynical, Wu Sehun felt that he had found the wrong person.

But thinking that he was his brother after all, he still persuaded him: "Little brother, don't worry about it, run quickly, run as far as you can, our Wu family is finished."

When he saw his once majestic elder brother now so panicked, he also realized the seriousness of the matter.

He packed up hurriedly and slipped out of the courtyard.

However, they never expected that not long after running out of the town on the main road, they would meet He Qiu and his group who were riding horses.

When he saw the majestic He Qiu, he was so scared that his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He Qiu had already seen him. It was because of his magnificent attire that he stood out from the crowd.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't utter a word.

His eyes were filled with fear, as if he saw the end of the world.

He Qiu dismounted and walked towards Wu Shijie step by step.

His steps were steady and powerful, and each step seemed to carry a tremendous amount of force.

His military boots made a dull sound as they stepped on the ground. The sound was like a war drum, shaking everyone's heart.

Wu Shijie was so scared that he collapsed to the ground, and soon, yellow liquid began to flow out.

He Qiu looked coldly at Wu Shijie who was lying on the ground, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

The look in his eyes was icy cold, as if it could freeze a person instantly.

"Wu Shijie, did you ever imagine this day would come?"

He Qiu's voice sounded like it came from hell, cold and full of oppression.

Wu Shijie's lips trembled as he squeezed out a few words with difficulty:

"He...He Qiu, please...please forgive me."

He Qiu raised his chin slightly, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes:

"Spare you?

Then I begged you to spare my sister's life, did you? "

Wu Shijie cried and crawled towards He Qiu to explain:

"Listen to me, I really didn't mean it, did I?

After I caught her that day, I happily played with her. Who knew that she was so fragile that she just... died.

If you are magnanimous, please let me go..."

He Qiu covered his red eyes with his right hand, and his left hand was on the handle of the pistol. He quickly pulled out the pistol, fired blindly, then turned around and walked towards the Wu family.

He did not forget that the most important purpose of this trip was to eradicate the Wu family.

His brows were furrowed, like two dark clouds covering his forehead, and his eyes were burning with flames of anger, as if he wanted to burn all the injustice in the world to ashes.

He shouted:

"Search thoroughly and don't let anyone go. The Wu family is secretly colluding with the Rabbit Gang. This is an unforgivable crime. Arrest them all now. If anyone resists, execute them on the spot!"

While shouting, he kept waving his arms vigorously, guiding the soldiers forward. The powerful movements seemed to vent all the anger in his heart.

The soldiers following He Qiu were all panting. They were wearing uniform military uniforms and marching in unison.

Their eyes were full of respect for He Qiu and loyalty to the mission.

Hearing He Qiu's order, they responded one after another and began to search around the yard unscrupulously like a group of wolves released from a cage.

Some of them pushed the door open roughly, and with a loud "bang", the door hit the wall and bounced back. The huge sound seemed to announce that the end of the Wu family was approaching;

Some simply overturned the debris in the yard, and pots and pans were scattered all over the floor, making a harsh sound, as if playing a tragic melody for He Qiu's revenge.

……

After dealing with the Wu family, He Qiu came to the outskirts of Xitang Town.

The sun was exceptionally bright, and golden rays shone on him, as if cheering for his victory.

He fell to his knees in front of the tomb, unable to get up, tears streaming down his face.

"Mother, little sister, I have avenged you."

He Qiu murmured to himself, his voice filled with sadness and relief.

A breeze blew by, ruffling the corners of his clothes, as if soothing his wounded heart.

He Qiu closed his eyes and recalled the good times he had with his mother and sister.

Scenes from the past emerged in He Qiu's mind.

Once upon a time, he lived in this small town with his mother and sister. Although their life was hard, it was full of warmth and happiness.

Mother is a gentle and kind woman. She always uses her hardworking hands to weave a better life for them.

My younger sister He You is lively and lovely. Her smile is like the brightest flower in spring, which can dispel all the haze.

At that time, their family lived in a simple hut.

Mother always gets up early to prepare a delicious breakfast for them.

He Qiu and his sister would help their mother with housework. Although it was hard work, it was full of laughter.

In the summer, they would go fishing in the river together. My sister would always run around excitedly, and her laughter would echo throughout the valley.

In the winter, they would sit around the fire and listen to their mother's stories.

Those stories were full of warmth and hope, allowing them to forget the hardships of life.

He Qiu still remembers that one time his sister fell ill, his mother was extremely worried and stayed by her side day and night.

She stroked her sister's forehead with her gentle hands and prayed for her.

He Qiu was also silently accompanying him, his heart full of worry.

With my mother's careful care, my sister finally recovered.

At that moment, the family hugged each other tightly, feeling each other's warmth.

However, all this has become the past. He Qiu opened his eyes and looked at the cemetery in front of him, his heart filled with pain and longing.

He knew that he could never go back to the good old days, but he would always remember the love of his mother and sister.

He Qiu stood up and gently stroked the name on the tombstone.

.........

At the same time in July, Zhao Shao in Changtang Town also began to face the first real war in his life.