Chapter 633 Tragic History 2
Feng Qingxue's nose was sour, "You will definitely see the peaceful and prosperous times of our country to comfort Mr. Li's spirit in heaven!"
With generations of people fighting for their lives, why should the country not be strong? Why should there be no peaceful and prosperous times?
Whether it is the heroes who have died in battle, or the current border guards, third-line workers, children supporting the border, etc., they are all using their backbones to support the sky of the next generation.
The predecessors planted trees and the next generation enjoyed the shade. No one understands the meaning of this sentence better than her, who is from the 21st century.
"Sister Wang, our country is a dragon awakened from its slumber, a lion awakened from its slumber. The devastation is a thing of the past. Give our country some time, and we and our next generation will definitely see the scene of the dragon soaring and the lion roaring!" Feng Qingxue continued.
Wang Sanbao nodded, "Yes, time will prove that our country is gradually prospering. Let's wait and see! I don't want to see the gullies and lakes filled with the bodies of the people anymore!"
"Ah?" Feng Qingxue was shocked.
All the gullies and lakes were filled with the bodies of the people. What a tragic scene! How shocking!
"That happened in your hometown. Aren't you and Lu Jiang from Huaihai City?" Seeing Feng Qingxue nod, Wang Sanbao said: "It has been more than ten years since the Huaihai Campaign, but I still remember it vividly. I was on the battlefield that year and went there several times after the founding of the People's Republic of China. When the people were avoiding the war, the elderly who couldn't walk asked the young people to run quickly and run far away. Thinking of the elderly who stayed at home, many people went home after the war stopped. The shells and shells in the house and yard could sweep out a small mountain! There is a mountain near your Wanglou Village. It was not so short originally. The top of the mountain was blown off by artillery fire. The gullies on the south and north of the mountain were filled with corpses. The reservoir in your Wanglou Village was originally a flat land. It was a deep pit blasted out by artillery shells, forming today's reservoir."
"I have never heard of these things." Feng Qingxue said.
Wang Sanbao sighed, "Those who survived have snatched their lives from the devil. No one wants to look back on the past. I can understand their thoughts. Perhaps, decades later, when the trauma has healed, they may talk about the suffering they once experienced. Go back and ask Lu Jiang, he must remember what happened back then. When he joined the army, he was in my unit, and he also participated in that battle."
Feng Qingxue knew that Lu Jiang joined the army at the age of sixteen, but she didn't know that the first battle Lu Jiang participated in was the famous Huaihai Campaign. When she got home at night, she didn't care to show off her military uniform to Lu Jiang, but asked him if it was true.
Lu Jiang hadn't thought about the past for a long time, and he was stunned for a while when he heard his wife speak.
"Why do you think of asking these things?" he asked puzzled.
"I heard Sister Sanbao talk about this battle today. I feel ashamed. Although I live in my hometown, I have no idea about the experience back then. I think I should ask clearly and remember the history in my heart."
"Yes, Sister Sanbao is right." Lu Jiang teased the giggling Xibao to make her feel better about the past. "The air-raid shelter in Xishan was put to great use. No one lives there now, but it doesn't mean it was empty at that time. I remember that when the war was raging, the old and young in Wanglou Village hid in the air-raid shelter and dared not come out until after the air raid, so it was not as tragic as your Caohu."