Su Qingyun's joyful mood suddenly dropped. She looked at the birds outside the window with a melancholy look in her eyes.
The second brother doesn’t know where he is now. Is he injured? When can you come back? They don't know all of this.
The family members were immersed in the joy of her upcoming marriage, and it seemed that everyone avoided talking about it, but Su Qingyun knew that they had been thinking about it, otherwise, there would not be this unsendable invitation.
She withdrew her gaze and looked at the invitation. She was silent for a long time. It was not until she heard her uncle and the others coming back that she woke up from a dream and put the invitation into the drawer as quickly as possible.
Su Qingyun didn't want everyone to get emotional after seeing this invitation, especially the second aunt. Everyone could have avoided mentioning the second brother in front of her. If she saw it, they would definitely cry again.
"Yunyun, come and see, we bought a lot of things." Li Xiulian greeted her.
"Here we come!" Su Qingyun responded, walked over, looked at a lot of things on the ground, and was dumbfounded, "Why did you buy so many things?"
"That's not too much." Zhang Xinlan took a breath and replied, "Think about it, it has to be decorated everywhere, you have to buy firecrackers, melon seeds, peanut candies, etc., and all kinds of mess."
Qin Ying smiled, "Getting married is not a casual matter. If we want to do it, we must do it best."
She and Aimin have a daughter like Qingyun, and they definitely want to give her the best.
"By the way." Su Aimin came over, "I received a telegram from Congjun today. They have received the news and will come by train tomorrow."
In order to save time, Su Aimin notified Su Congjun and others, which was also a telegram.
"That's good." Wu Guixiang nodded, "My sister is getting married, and they, the brothers, cannot be absent no matter what."
After hearing this, Zhang Xinlan's bright eyes dimmed instantly.
Li Xiulian noticed it and quickly changed the topic, "Let's order something first to see if there is anything missing."
"good."
Zhang Xinlan responded, but her expression calmed down.
Seeing this, the whole family sighed inwardly and thought in unison.
Congwen, when can you come back?
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"Xiao Su, please eat some more."
On the mountainside, in a newly dug trench, Brother Zhang took out a moldy steamed bun and handed it to Su Congwen. He was wrapped in dirty gauze, his face was pale, his lips were chapped, and his cheeks were sunken.
"We can't find anything to eat in our company. If we continue like this, we'll just be chewing grass roots and tree bark."
"Eat quickly, it'll help your stomach a little bit."
Su Congwen shook his head and refused, "I won't eat. Brother Zhang, you are a wounded person. You need to eat by yourself to maintain your health."
His condition is not much better than that of Brother Zhang. Although he did not suffer any major injuries, there are countless small wounds on his body. His once gentle and fair face is also covered with scars. A ferocious scar at the corner of his eye is still bright red flesh. It has obviously just healed. , the whole person has also lost a lot of weight, but those eyes are still astonishingly bright.
"What kind of wounded?" Brother Zhang sneered, "As long as I can still get up and fight, I am not a wounded person and can still rush to the front. Anyway, I have long since thought that my life is gone."
"It's good to be a martyr. At least if I die, my wife and children will be taken care of by the state for the rest of my life. Even if I leave, I won't worry."
"Maybe it's just a pity that I didn't get to see my girl grow up."
He sighed softly. After three years of fighting and so many people dying, he had become numb. He had long since given up the extravagant hope of returning alive. The only thing he cared about was his family.
"Brother Zhang, don't say that." Su Congwen said softly, "The company commander said that as long as we hold the bridge and let the troops in the rear pass safely, our mission is completed and we can go home. .”
Guarding the bridge at the foot of the mountain is the last mission of their company.
"Go home?" Brother Zhang's eyes were stunned, "Can you really go home?"
He smiled bitterly, "We only have about thirty people in our company. Can we really hold on?"
"Yes!" Su Congwen said firmly, "It must be possible!"
On the battlefield, only those with firm ideas and beliefs can live longer.
"I hope so." Brother Zhang's voice was light and airy.
Su Congwen frowned, sensing something was wrong, and quickly checked his injury, "Brother Zhang, is the wound cracked? Just wait, I will find medicine for you."
He braced himself to get up.
"Stop fussing." Brother Zhang stopped him, "There is no medicine for a long time."
"It's okay, I can still bear it, I won't die." He replied breathlessly.
Su Congwen could only sit back in silence.
"By the way, was Lao Wu's body put away yesterday?" Brother Zhang suddenly asked.
"Packed away." Su Congwen replied, "Don't worry, we will take them home."
Battlefield discipline does not allow any wounded to be thrown away, let alone the loss of any martyr's body. During the battle, as long as conditions permit, personnel and equipment strength, as well as attrition and losses, must be reported to each level every day.
Everyone who died on the battlefield is eligible to return to their homeland, even if they die,
Not only Lao Wu, but also thousands of soldiers like Lao Wu, they will take them home, no one will be missing.
The mountain breeze blew gently, and there was silence all around. There was only the intermittent sound of birdsong. This was a rare moment of tranquility for them. However, the muscles of their bodies were still tense, and their vigilance did not slacken at all. They were ready to fight at any time. This is the quality and ability that a warrior must possess.
"Xiao Su." Brother Zhang suddenly spoke again, "If ever I become like Lao Wu, you must also remember that you must send me home."
"I don't want to die here."
"I have already thought about it. When the time comes, I will not be under the yellow horn tree at the entrance of our village. That tree has lived for hundreds of years. If I are buried there, I will definitely have a long life in my next life."
"Brother Zhang, please stop talking, you will be fine!" Su Congwen's eyes turned red, and he really couldn't listen anymore.
"Who can say for sure in this life? We are doing things with our heads hanging from our waistbands. It would be good to think more about it."
There was a sense of relief in Brother Zhang's tone, as if he had already taken a dim view of life and death.
Su Congwen tightened his dry lips and was speechless.
"boom!"
A gunshot broke the tranquility of the moment.
The expressions of the two people who were depressed just now changed, and they instantly jumped up, picked up their guns, and entered combat mode.
"Bang bang bang..."
There was another series of rapid gunshots.
"The enemy is coming, fight, fight!"
The battle started instantly.
