Just this sentence made Gu Yong cry. He once again knocked his head to the ground, firmly. After making a few muffled sounds, this lonely and firm figure... embarked on the unknown road alone.

But this time, Gu Yong, who was approved by his family, was full of strength.

Even if the road ahead is full of thorns and even if the road is rough and bumpy, he knows that he always has his own confidence and retreat.

And his confidence is the home behind him... and the people he misses...

The camera in front swayed and slowly lit up under the darkness.

When the sun filled the entire screen, the much mature Liang Lanping in the camera smiled sweetly at the person behind her.

"Everyone work harder and you will be able to reach the front line of the camp of condolences soon!"

"At that time, we will dance the latest revolutionary song for them, so that they can know that the female soldiers are not a team that cannot endure hardship."

At this time, Liang Lanping was a little more firm than before. Even though she was wearing a gray old military uniform with a few patches, it did not deprive her beauty at all.

The team of female soldiers following her couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

As the little girls chattered, the camera turned and came to a desolate and barren mountain range. There was a group of teams that were struggling to see were stationed here, waiting for the enemy troops passing by here to ensure that the people in the old district behind them were not harassed by the enemy.

This army, which is poor everywhere, has a vigorous mental outlook. Even at mealtime, everyone's hands are chewing dry vegetables in their throats, which does not affect their fighting spirit at all.

When a young and tender messenger ran to their commander panting and informed that a condolence team had arrived in front of the front line, the commander who was squatting on the hillside with the soldiers sprayed out the steamed bun that had finally wet in his mouth.

"This is not a mess!"

The familiar voice, the familiar face, and the face that belongs to Gu Yong appeared on the screen.

"Whose idea is this? Even if there is no war recently, can the strategic location and the garrisoned defense zone be where they are? "

"Who is interested in singing and dancing? If I were to train some medical staff, I could still consider whether I could just accept it."

Just as Gu Yong was cursing, the little messenger beside him lowered his voice and muttered: "I don't care, I always care. It is said that he has rehearsed a new drama..."

Gu Yong was so angry that he hated that he was not ashamed of the steel. Just as he was about to slap the kid, a sweet voice sounded behind him: "Captain Gu, why don't you welcome him? If you don't welcome him, just say it in person!"

"It's a bit bad to bully the recruits."

Gu Yong turned his face and changed his expression.

A look of an acquaintance that has not seen each other for many years but wants to speak but stops.

This expression disappeared without a trace after the first battalion commander under him and Han Mu Ren, who had successfully lost weight due to the difficult environment.

This Han Mu Ren, who saw his old acquaintance, came over from a very far place, just like the road of escape that shared joys and sorrows, enthusiastically and thoughtfully coordinated the two men and women who were a little awkward between them.

Without it, they all love the same person deeply.

Even if the years pass by, and for a few years, this love does not fade away. Instead, it has sublimated again and again on this battlefield of blood and fire, and eventually becomes a bone-breaking emotion that cannot be dissolved.

Therefore, the two awkward people counted each other as one of the causes of the death of the loved one.

They grudge each other, but they will never forget to inquire about each other's news.

I don’t know if there is any reason for Liang Lanping’s itinerary this time.

They felt that only by doing this was as if the person was still by his side and had never really left.

Because of the appearance of Han Shepherd, the wasteland where the three people were located appeared briefly quiet.

When no one knew how to say it, Gu Yong spoke first.

"Just work well when you come, don't affect us..."

When Liang Lanping turned around and left in anger, and was about to leave Gu Yong's sight, the man seemed to feel something and said again: "You haven't found a partner yet, are you?"

"If there is a suitable one... let's get married..."

After all, my brother will never be able to give an answer.

However, the girl with short hair with her ears waved her hand casually, as if no one could dissuade her and left with great strides.

...

The artillery fire surged into the sky, ten years in a blink of an eye.

The originally ruined homeland is full of prosperity and prosperity.

It was like a fast-forward movie, allowing the ruins to be cleaned and filled in front of Gu Zheng's eyes, and transforming the surrounding buildings from low bungalows to sky-summer buildings.

And all these changes are exchanged for the blood and sacrifice of our predecessors.

Before this picture of peace and prosperity was officially completed, a list of people who rolled around before the end of the movie was slowly played in front of Gu Zheng's eyes.

...

Liang Lanping, female, the leader of the Eighth Route Army Art Troupe, sacrificed her precious life to cover her comrades' retreat during the enemy's encirclement and suppression.

At the age of 21.

Gu Yong, male, commander of a military commander of the Eighth Route Army, died heroically during the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea.

At the age of 34.

xxx...

xxx...

One shocking name after another, one young smile after another, was rising and falling in front of Gu Zheng.

When the camera fell again, the white-haired Han Shepherd put on his favorite old military uniform, sat in a black luxury car that came to pick him up, and slowly drove into the rich district of the Hong Kong City.

There is a manor that is completely different from the next place.

In a number of postmodern design villa areas, only its family has a strong Republic of China style.

The winding ivy is covered with this three-story traditional building with a slightly European style, but the word "Gu Mansion" hanging outside the courtyard is only simple, but it makes people admire it and cannot rise to a certain point of disgust.

Han Muren watched the mottled reflection pass by him until he saw a person who made him feel familiar standing in front of the small building that the car he was riding slowly stopped.

In a trance, Han Sheren thought he had an illusion. He felt that it was his close friend who had been resurrected many years ago, so he waited for him at the doorstep and came to visit.

"Gu Zheng..."

Unconsciously speaking, Gu Mou, who was standing at the door, burst into tears.

"Mr. Han, I am Gu Zheng's elder brother. Welcome to the Gu family as a guest..."

This old house has been permanently sealed since his father passed away.

Even different developers offered the largest price tags, Gu Mou had never moved.

Because that day he and his father gave a promise belonging to the Gu family.

He is going to wait for his younger brother to come home.

As long as he is here for one day, their Gu family will never move.

Look, isn't this just waiting?

A belated return.

Although it is a corpse, it returns to its roots.

He can always be buried with his father in the cemetery belonging to the Gu family.

The tombstones were arranged in order there.

...

My father is here, and the three brothers of the Gu family are here.

It's very funny now. My younger brother has a tomb and his second brother returns to his home according to his wishes.

He is the only one left, shouldering the heavy responsibility of growing branches and leaves. I am afraid that I have to grit my teeth and resist for decades before the Gu family can become lush again and be worthy of the Gu family's reputation.

A hundred years later, if he had the courage to reunite with his family if he had the underground plan.

I am afraid that the biggest contributor will be accepted by him, the eldest brother.

Thinking of this, Gu Mou laughed happily and was happy with Han Muren's hand.

What they held up together were the ashes of their relatives and friends, and wasn’t they unforgettable for those years?

The war is still alive and the war is making steel, singing to fight against the vicissitudes of life

It’s like hearing the heroic spirit of the iron horse and the golden sword, it’s like seeing the heroic spirit of fighting.

...

This story is dedicated to the greatest soldier who died in defending the motherland.

Don’t forget the national humiliation and remember the heroes, start with you and me.

...

At this point, Gu Zheng's mobile phone completely turned black.

Gu Zheng, who looked up, felt his emotions surging.

But he still has something to do.

Look at the time, I'm afraid I should leave.
To be continued...