Espionage: I became sworn brothers with Zheng Yaoxian at the beginning, and became the Seventh Broth

Chapter 591 Sending My Son Off to War

Upon returning to his home in Shapingba, Ye Shaohong immediately noticed subtle changes.

For some reason, the atmosphere at home seemed rather heavy.

Mr. Ye, who should have been busy with his business outside, returned home early today, which is rare for him. He is sitting in his study, staring blankly out the window.

Hearing the footsteps, Ye's father withdrew his gaze and fixed it on Ye Shaohong.

"came back?"

"Go see your grandfather, he wants to see you."

After those two brief sentences, Ye's father didn't say anything more, but simply got up and walked out. This made Ye Shaohong keenly aware of something amiss.

He first escorted Yu Manli back to her room, then gently comforted her, telling her not to worry and to get some rest.

Ye Shaohong then went to his father's backyard.

Compared to the Ye family residence in Fenghua, the newly built Ye residence in Shapingba looks slightly smaller, but Ye's father still put in a lot of effort to build a back garden for the old man.

When Ye Shaohong came in, the old man was sitting in a rattan chair, wearing reading glasses in one hand and reading a newspaper in his hand.

He also heard Ye Shaohong's footsteps approaching.

But the old man did not raise his head.

Only when Ye Shaohong approached and slowly squatted down beside the old man did the old man slowly open his mouth.

"Grandson, do you know? The Xiang Army is gone!"

"Tens of thousands of brave men died on the battlefield of Shanghai." "They wiped out the unit's designation!"

The old man's voice was aged and deep, and his words were filled with suppressed grief.

When the news reached Ye Shaohong's ears, it gave him a jolt.

In fact, he had known this would happen all along.

In his previous life, Ye Shaohong had also seen many tragic scenes of the Hunan Army participating in the Battle of Shanghai on the internet.

But he can't change it.

Hearing the old man mention this matter again, Ye Shaohong was surprised to discover that as a transmigrator, he retained memories of two worlds in his mind, and to this day, he still had not been able to fully integrate into this unfamiliar world.

He naturally couldn't truly understand the old man's indescribable grief.

Although the old man was not from Hunan Province, as a Chinese man, he had participated in the revolutionary war in his youth and had shed his blood for this country.

I once stood beside a great man, following him in his attempts to change the world.

Therefore, the old man had an incredibly broad mind.

In the old man's mind, there was no difference between regions. Whether it was Zhejiang Province or Hunan Province, in his eyes, there was only one name.

China!

The people of both provinces share only one name: Chinese!

Perhaps that's why the old man was heartbroken and overwhelmed with grief when he heard that all the Hunanese soldiers who went to the Battle of Shanghai had sacrificed their lives.

This is also a sentiment that Ye Shaohong, as a time traveler and not a native, could not understand.

In Ye Shaohong's mind, there was only the desire to change history.

There are only a wide range of nationalities and ethnicities. In terms of the sincerity of feelings alone, Ye Shaohong, this time traveler, really cannot compare with a sage like the old man.

For a moment, Ye Shaohong didn't know what to say.

He simply raised his hand and gently placed it on the old man's arm to express his feelings.

Feeling the warmth from Ye Shaohong's palm, the old man's body trembled slightly at first, and then he shook his head.

"The Guangxi army is in dire straits too..."

"Sixty thousand wolf soldiers trekked thousands of miles and it took them two months to reach the Songhu battlefield."

"After arriving at the Shanghai-Nanjing battlefield, they did not get a day of rest and were immediately taken to the most brutal front-line battlefield to fight the Japanese with bayonets and engage in bloody hand-to-hand combat."

"They only lasted three days before all these passionate young men were gone..."

As he spoke, tears welled up in the old man's eyes. Others might not know, but as a veteran of the Nationalist government, how could he not know the fighting prowess of the Guangxi Clique's Wolf Army?

The Guangxi clique's wolf army is unparalleled.

That was the strongest force in China, apart from the German-equipped divisions led by Chiang Kai-shek.

They once fought across half of China, leaving behind countless merits.

However, once the Battle of Shanghai began, with the combined forces of the Japanese army, navy, and air force, and under the bombardment of tanks, machine guns, cannons, and grenades, our Guangxi clique wolf army was forced to engage in bloody hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.

How tragic.

There were also the Sichuan Army, the Northeast Army, the Northwest Army, the Ma Clique Army, and so on.

They all joined the battle of Shanghai.

Even Outer Mongolia, in the face of national crisis, sent five thousand brave men.

They all perished on that land. The old man was truly heartbroken.

"grandfather……."

Seeing the tears slowly streaming down the old man's wrinkled face, Ye Shaohong's heart trembled again.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the old man's cheek.

Wipe away the tears.

Only then did the old man slowly turn around and look at his beloved grandson, Ye Shaohong.

The old man also raised his hand.

His aged hand landed on Ye Shaohong's head and gently brushed against the back of Ye Shaohong's head.

"My eldest grandson."

"Grandpa knows that you must have suffered some injustice in Jinling this time you came back."

"Even though you didn't say anything, I understand."

"So when you came back this time, I didn't ask you what you did in Jinling, nor did I let your father and mother ask you about it."

"But that won't work now..."

"The nation is in a critical moment. As a Chinese man, you can no longer back down."

"I don't care how much you suffered in that wolf's den, you have to pull yourself together now, son, it's time for you to go!"

"Go back, go protect our weak and crippled nation, go safeguard it..."

As he spoke of these things, the old man's voice trembled. He had been in the war when he was young, so he knew very well how cruel the battlefield was.

But he still made this decision without any regrets.

Ye Shaohong's heart trembled, and tears streamed down his face.

He didn't say anything more. After getting up, Ye Shaohong walked to the old man's side, knelt down respectfully, and kowtowed three times forcefully.

"Grandpa, your unfilial grandson is leaving!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Shaohong stood up and turned to walk out of the garden.

Never looked back.

Upon entering the front yard, Ye Shaohong immediately saw his parents, as well as Yu Manli standing next to them, carrying a suitcase.

obviously.

Long before Ye Shaohong and Yu Manli returned, the elders of the Ye family had already discussed and agreed on all of this.

Neither Ye's parents objected.

As they watched Ye Shaohong slowly approach, their eyes immediately reddened, and Ye's mother even burst into tears.

But neither of them spoke. Yu Manli was more decisive; she picked up her suitcase and walked over to Ye Shaohong.

She expressed her attitude through her actions.

No matter where Ye Shaohong ends up, whether he lives or dies, she will follow him without complaint or regret.

Ye Shaohong smiled.

He walked over, reached out and grabbed Yu Manli's hand, and pulled her to stand in front of Ye's parents.

The same kneeling and worship.

The same silence.

After getting up, Ye Shaohong didn't linger and pulled Yu Manli towards the gate.

Only then did Ye's mother's sorrowful cries come from behind.

"Shao Hong!"

"My son, you must come back alive. Your mother is waiting for you at home..."