Chapter 420 About Lu Jiang 2

Lu Jiang (1932-1997), Admiral...

Sixty-five years old!

Sixty-five years old!

Seeing Lu Jiang's birth and death years and his native place at the end, Feng Qingxue felt a sharp pain in her heart and almost couldn't breathe. After a long time, she finally reacted. She pressed the page with one hand and covered her mouth with the other hand, letting the tears flow down her face. She couldn't believe that her husband only lived to be sixty-five years old, sixty-five years old!

She was sure that this Lu Jiang was her husband. They were born in the same year. No one with the same name and surname would be born in the same year as him. Moreover, they both served in the army. There were not so many coincidences.

Although in the sixties and seventies, people over sixty years old were considered old, the times have been progressing. He lived to the nineties!

Wang Xinsheng lived to be ninety-five years old, but as a junior, he only lived to be sixty-five years old!

"How could it be? How could it be?" He was so strong, so tall, and so good at fighting. How could he only live to be sixty-five?

Feng Qingxue looked down in panic. Regarding his family, it was only recorded that his father was Lu Zhiyuan, and his nephews were Lu Tianjun and Lu Tianzhi. He had no wife and no children. He dedicated his whole life to the country and the army.

Regarding his death, the book recorded that a total of 24 shrapnel were picked out from his ashes.

The cause of death was these fatal shrapnel.

In the 1960s and 1970s, medical standards were backward. After he was injured on the battlefield, some shrapnel that entered his chest and abdomen could not be removed. After medical standards were developed, the shrapnel moved to more important parts. The doctors discussed many plans, but they did not dare to perform surgery on him because some shrapnel was too close to the heart. Once the operation was performed, he would be in danger of death.

Because the shrapnel kept moving, there were shrapnel between the chest and abdomen, and also on the legs, all located in more important joints and aortas. In addition, he had many hidden injuries after hundreds of battles. He could not stand up by himself at the age of 60 and had to rely on a wheelchair.

This hero who had lived in the army all his life spent the last five years in a wheelchair and eventually died of his injuries.

The shrapnel cut the heart pulse, and the rescue was ineffective, and he was declared dead.

Feng Qingxue finished reading it in tears, wishing that every word would be engraved in her heart. In her tearful eyes, she saw the record about Lu's father at the end.

Lu Zhiyuan (1908-2009), with the courtesy name Ningzhi, was a red landlord and the father of General Lu Jiang...

It recorded in detail the amount of materials Lu Zhiyuan donated for the war of resistance, saying that he was from a scholarly family, and as a landlord, he had never exploited the working people, and was usually kind and generous, etc. However, his experience of being confiscated and reformed through labor was glossed over. It only said that he was rehabilitated in 1980, and the government returned part of the confiscated property according to relevant policies, and compensated him with 100,000 yuan. Because some of the property was handed over to the state and used for national construction, and some of it was missing, the government could not compensate with the original property, but could only express its sincerity with cash.

Among them, the story of his brotherhood with Wang Xinsheng and Cheng Baoguo in Taoyuan was described in detail, praising him for his great benevolence and righteousness, giving Wang Xinsheng and Wang Baoguo so much gold, contributing to the great cause of the country, and training a brave and skilled general for the country.

Staring at the birth and death years of Lu's father, Feng Qingxue became more and more sad.

How sad it is for the old to send off the young!

He sent off his parents, his wife, his eldest son and his daughter-in-law, and when he thought that the hardship was over, he sent off his youngest son who had been fighting on the front line. There is no greater despair in life than this.