On these days, Yang Huimin has not only secretly guessed what these heroes who guarded the Sihang Warehouse and repelled the Japanese attacks again and again.

Yang Huimin is just a seventeen-year-old girl. She has heard a lot of myths about ancient Greek heroes. She always likes to cover the heroes with some confusion of dreams with her dreamy guesses. Now she is really standing in the Sihang Warehouse and standing in front of Xie Jinyuan.

Xie Jinyuan is indeed qualified to be a prince charming hero. In him, Yang Huimin can find a nearly perfect characteristic, but when she visited the entire Sihang Warehouse under the leadership of Xie Jinyuan, Yang Huimin was involuntarily disappointed.

Yang Huimin believes that heroes are all iron-blooded and shining. This principle is like gold can shine.

But what appeared in front of Yang Huimin was just a simple, young, and dirt-filled face. The two consecutive days of uninterrupted battles repelled the attacks of Japanese soldiers again and again, and every soldier's face and eyes were full of fatigue. When he followed Commander Xie Jinyuan to visit the fourth floor, Yang Huimin was attracted by the wounded people placed in a corner of the warehouse.

Whether they were heroes or not, they would be injured when shot by bullets. Several seriously injured people were lying on the blankets and moaning constantly. Due to the limitations of the environment, even the bullets and shrapnel shot into their bodies could not be removed through surgery. They could only apply a layer of anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving drugs and then simply bandaged.

Some of the less injured injured sat around, leaning against a pile of ammunition boxes, helping the soldiers of the machine gun company fill the magazine with bullets.

Looking at the empty bullet boxes around these soldiers, neatly lined up with their feet, refilled with the magazines and bullet links of the bullets, they knew that this might be a military secret, but Yang Huimin couldn't help but ask: "How long do you plan to stay?"

A lieutenant who was plugging bullets into the heavy machine gun bullet link replied without raising his head: "Defend to the death!"

Just such a simple and powerful answer is doomed to the final outcome of this Chinese army.

Yang Huimin was really stunned. Looking at the wounded soldiers who filled the bullets into the magazine, and looking at each of them, a grenade that was hanging on his waist without exception, she suddenly understood why the soldiers in the Sihang Warehouse were still cleaned up and sorted out in an orderly manner despite the continuous fierce battles, and even the bullet shells were specially collected together.

They have regarded this place as their grave, and they have no intention of going out from here alive!

Yang Huimin, a girl who is only seventeen years old, still likes to dream and use her own understanding to beautify heroes. She even dreams of a brilliant hero, waving the sword in her hand, sweeping away the dust, and giving this world a bright and peaceful era. It was not until this time that Yang Huimin's dream woke up because she finally understood what a real hero is in this group of men who seem to be ordinary!

Yang Huimin cried. She stood there quietly, staring blankly at the soldiers who were seriously injured but were continuing to fight against the enemy in her own way, allowing her silent tears to slide down her cheeks.

"I want to stay here and fight with you!"

Yang Huimin's eyes fell on Xie Jinyuan's face. She really wanted to stay. If she could be with these heroes, face death with a smile with them, and embark on the road to the underworld together, it should be a happy and glorious enjoyment!

"I learned simple care. I could bandage the wounded and I could fill bullets with them."

"No, you have to go back alive, you have more important work to do!"

Faced with Yang Huimin's request, Xie Jinyuan shook his head vigorously. He put a letter he had prepared long ago in Yang Huimin's hands, "This is a military intelligence. The telephone line we contacted with the outside world may have been monitored by the Japanese, so I must find someone I can trust and send it out. Yang Huimin, tell me, can I trust you, and hand over this information that is more important than my life to your hands?"

At this time, Yang Huimin, besides nodding, what else can she do and what can she say?!

But looking at the most respectable men in China, watching them do their jobs with a look of concentration, and feeling their calmness and calmness in facing death, Yang Huimin felt that she should really do something for these most respectable and lovely people.

"Then... tell me your names and all of you? Please tell me your names! If you sacrifice, at least let the people of the whole country know your names! And..."

Yang Huimin raised the information that Xie Jinyuan handed her in her hand, and she shouted loudly: "If you have any words to stay, letters to your relatives, and any unfulfilled wishes to stay, you can hand them over to me. Even if I fight for this life, I will send a lot of them to your relatives."

When everyone heard Yang Huimin's words, everyone's eyes suddenly lit up. They all looked at Xie Jinyuan's face together. They were soldiers. They were already ready to use the Sihang Warehouse as their grave and sacrifice their lives for the country. But which one of them was not raised by their parents, which one did not have their own concerns and reluctance, and who did not want to leave the last words for their relatives?

Xie Jinyuan was silent for a while. He took advantage of the flashlight to take a look at the watch on his wrist. The hour hand of the watch was already pointed at 4:30 in the morning. Xie Jinyuan turned his head and ordered the messenger behind him: "Notify everyone in the warehouse to write a letter to his family within thirty minutes. If you are illiterate, let the platoon leader write it!"

Yang Huimin raised his hand and shouted, "I know how to write. If you have anything you want to say to your family and if you want to stay, you can tell me and I will write it for you!"

Looking at the eyes of Yang Huimin, who still contains tears but is passionate, feeling her eager expectation of doing something for everyone here, Xie Jinyuan finally nodded.

"Crazy..."

Everyone hugged up together, and in an instant, Yang Huimin was surrounded by soldiers. For a moment, I don’t know how many hands were raised high, and I don’t know how many eager eyes were cast on Yang Huimin, a girl who was only seventeen years old.

When Yang Huimin laid paper on the "desk" piled up by several ammunition boxes, and with the light of flashlights and candles, he grabbed the pen and signaled the soldier who was ranked first to say the last words he wanted to leave, the big boy who looked only in his early twenties stood in front of Yang Huimin, his lips kept squirming, but looking at Yang Huimin, looking at the piece of paper spread on the ammunition box, I don’t know how many words there were in the soldier’s mouth and his heart. I thought for a minute, and the big boy left only one sentence in his suicide note...

"Mom, I miss you!"
Chapter completed!