37. Republic of China (1)

Under the willow tree on the shore, a group of students were standing there. The student standing on a stone was giving a passionate speech, "Now that the world is in chaos, there are powerful enemies outside, and warlords are fighting for territory inside, there is no need to study at this time. What's the use! What's the use of having a belly full of ink if it can't be used by the country?"

"The war ahead is tense at this time, and it's exactly when I need to help. Why should I hesitate?"

As these words came out, Duan Qingen could clearly see the excited expression on his face. It was obvious that he was not telling lies, but really thought what he said.

Also excited were the young students who listened to these words. Their faces were full of yearning for abandoning civil service and joining the military to protect the country. Even if they accepted the memory and knew that these students went to the front line, most of them were Duan Qingen, who did not survive, would have to admit that these students were truly innocent at heart.

The small world he is currently in is composed of an imaginary novel about the Republic of China. The protagonist is the one who gave the previous speech, named Xue Wenbo. He chose to abandon his literary career and join the martial arts, and resolutely joined the battlefield ahead.

After that, he narrowly escaped death, grew up several times, and finally drove away the invaders and calmed the situation.

As a living person, Xue Wenbo has no black spots at all. He really has an innocent heart and really wants to protect the country. However, his success is accompanied by the blood of his family.

Now is the time when the current situation is at its most chaotic. Enemy spies, traitors of our own country, and various warlords are fighting. Coupled with the new government, a young man with no background who has suddenly risen has of course hindered the way of many people. Xue Wenbo He is very powerful, but his family members are ordinary people.

The original owner is one of Xue Wenbo's family members.

He is the brother of Xue Wenbo's wife and a classmate and friend of Xue Wenbo. Because he was frail and sick since childhood and could not go to the battlefield, he stayed when Xue Wenbo led a group of classmates to the battlefield.

In order to be able to support his brother-in-law, the original owner took over the family business and sent all the money he earned to the front line to support Xue Wenbo, while at the same time taking care of his sister.

It can be said that most of Xue Wenbo's success in the early stage was due to the support of the original owner. Even if he suffered losses, he had to support him.

Later, the author may have discovered that the protagonist in his novel was too kind. He could fight and drive away the invaders, but he could never kill some compatriots who had betrayed the country.

Therefore, for the final victory, Xue Wenbo needed a transformation.

The original owner's sister, Xue Wenbo's wife, died in an assassination, shot to death.

This was too exciting for Xue Wenbo. He was a poor student. He first met the original owner who came from a wealthy family at school, and then was introduced by the original owner to his sister, who had received a new education.

To Xue Wenbo, she could be said to be a rich lady, but she still resolutely married him. When he went to the battlefield, she waited for him at home without any resentment or complaint. The relationship between the couple can be said to be good. It couldn't be better.

Unfortunately, she died.

Xue Wenbo looked around like crazy for the mastermind behind the scenes, and he became ruthless.

And he still needs a second evolution.

The second time, the person who died was the original owner, Xue Wenbo’s best friend, his uncle.

He will be written to death, not because there is anything wrong, nor because the readers don't like him enough, but simply because the protagonist needs a stimulus to grow.

As a result, Xue Wenbo grew up, but readers went crazy.

Since you decided to let this character die from the beginning, don't write him so well. A sickly, pure and kind man who silently supports the male protagonist from behind, like a bright moon, but the cause of his death is so simple and clear.

Just because he is a supporting character.

Is it useless no matter how good he is? Should the supporting character give way to the protagonist?

So, Duan Qingen came.

【bite! This world task, survive, current completion level: 0]

Duan Qingen sat on a stone, looked at his very young brother-in-law who was giving an emotional speech, and picked off a willow leaf.

It seems that this world is quite simple.

But in today's world, people always want to do more.

He lowered his eyes slightly, [System, open the mall and redeem Yin Yang Eyes]

***

Xue Wenbo in front finished his speech and walked over to Duan Qingen alone, "Qingen."

Duan Qingen held the leaf in his hand and smiled at him, "Wenbo."

Although Xue Wenbo married Duan Qingen's sister, because the two always called each other by their first names, and the original owner was not the kind of person who was very particular about addressing each other, he did not change his attitude.

There was some sweat on Xue Wenbo's forehead. This was caused by the excitement of the speech just now. He wiped the sweat from his head and said, "I can't help Xiu Xiu. I just got married and will go to the battlefield."

Duan Qingxiu, Xue Wenbo's wife, is also Duan Qingen's current sister.

"Xiu Xiu doesn't mind?"

Duan Qingen smiled and shook his head, "If it weren't for her daughter's physical inconvenience, I'm afraid this girl would have rushed to the battlefield."

"Yes, I have the integrity of Xiu Xiu that I love."

The literati of this era were open and conservative. They would turn away from a woman because she wore a cheongsam that exposed her arms and legs. They would also naturally express their love to the person they like in front of many people. Xue Before Wenbo decided to go to the battlefield, he was a complete scholar, so he naturally had the characteristics of a scholar.

Duan Qingen has almost turned the history of this small world around in his mind.

About seven hundred years ago, there should have been a time traveler in this small world. He changed a lot, such as exposing thermal weapons to the long river of history in advance. If he could have been around, maybe the current China would not be what it is today. That’s it.

It’s just that the time-travelers only existed for less than five years before disappearing, because although they changed history, they failed to change many major events.

For example, seclusion, or hiding a thermal weapon and not using it.

The decisions made by those local indigenous people have affected China today, and have also caused internal and external troubles.

"After I leave for the battlefield, Qing'en, do you plan to continue your studies?"

Although Xue Wenbo was not afraid of death, he was still worried about his family. He seriously suggested, "You have always been in poor health, and wars continue. If the war spreads to Lucheng, I'm afraid something will happen to you. How about this, you Let’s take Aunt Xiuxiu to seek refuge abroad temporarily.”

Of course, the foreign countries he was talking about were not the foreign countries that were currently eyeing China, but other countries that were safe and free from war and allowed Duan Qingen to further his studies.

During the war, many aristocratic families in China sent their children to study abroad, firstly to learn knowledge, and secondly to protect their safety.

Many literati in Lucheng felt that this behavior was shameful. If the country was in trouble, how could we escape to other people's countries if we didn't resist together.

When Xue Wenbo knew this, he was too poor to go abroad, but he never thought that this approach was wrong. It is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. What's more, the elders of these people have not left. They are willing to live and die with the country. But isn’t it human nature to want to protect our children and grandchildren?

Even he himself is willing to go to the battlefield and dedicate his life to the country, but he wants to save his wife and his wife's family.

Duan Qingen shook his head, "I won't go abroad. Now everyone knows that our country is at war. Even foreigners know that it's easy to pick the weakest persimmons. Instead of going to a foreign country, it's better to stay in a place you are familiar with and have more friends around you." Something to rely on.”

"That's right."

Xue Wenbo sighed heavily, with hope and yearning for the future on his young face, "I just hope that I can make a name for myself soon and be able to protect you."

Duan Qingen smiled and said, "You are going to the front line for the country. Xiu Xiu and I support you. We only hope that you can be careful and take care of yourself."

"I am weak and cannot go to the battlefield, and I cannot use gravity, so I can only continue to study medicine with my teacher."

"Study medicine?"

Xue Wenbo was a little surprised. There were students studying medicine in their school, but as soon as this incident came out, many people gave up on medicine, including Duan Qingen.

The reason for abandoning medicine is very simple. The life and death of the country is at stake. Even if a person has good medical skills, he can only save one person at a time. But if he picks up a pen and writes an article, let those young people know that the country is suffering after reading the article. If you are willing to contribute to the country, you are also making a contribution to the country.

Otherwise, going to the battlefield and throwing your life and blood to protect the country is also a kind of sacrifice.

After Xue Wenbo met Duan Qingen, he learned that Duan Qingen was sent abroad to study by his family elders and studied medicine. However, when the country was in turmoil, he felt that studying medicine abroad could not save the country, so he gave up his major and returned to China to try to Use knowledge as a brick to stabilize this turbulent country.

Now, he actually said that he would continue to study medicine?

Seeing Xue Wenbo's surprised look, Duan Qingen stood up, leaned against the willow tree behind him, pointed to the beautiful scenery in the distance and asked, "Do you still remember how many corpses we saw along the way?"

"I didn't count, there must be about twenty or thirty."

"The road we took was already very remote, but along the way, we could see twenty or thirty corpses. Lucheng is so big, I'm afraid there must be at least a hundred corpses a day, and this is happening every morning. The number will be after someone drags away the corpses. If no one drags away the corpses, it will probably be even more."

Xue Wenbo sighed, "Yes, although it is spring and the sunshine is just right recently, it is still cold at night. Some people are bound to freeze to death. In addition, some people are fleeing from famine and are hungry and cold. , can’t you make it through?”

"Yes, they are all Chinese, with flesh and blood, and speak Chinese. But now, the country can't take care of them, so they can only starve to death and freeze to death."

Duan Qingen's tone was a little heavy, "I have been weak since I was a child. I can't lift my shoulders or lift my hands. Fortunately, I was born in a wealthy family. I had to eat every day to avoid dying early. We just walked together, and when I saw those corpses, I felt like I’m thinking, if I was not born into the Duan family, but into an ordinary family, I wouldn’t be able to survive long ago.”

Xue Wenbo, "Don't think too much. You are already excellent. The principal has said that your qualifications have always been above ours. Even if you were born into an ordinary family, you would still be where you are now."

"Today I saw that Wenbo and you are going to the front line of the battlefield to serve the country, but I can't go because of my health. I feel a little sad. I am also a Chinese, and I also want to contribute to the country. After thinking about it, you are on the front line to defend our country. I Just go to the rear and save people. Every one you can save is one."

After finishing speaking, the young man who was a little thin but very good-looking raised his right hand and put the willow leaf to his mouth.

A sound similar to a minor tune came from the willow leaves through vibrations. It was not shocking, but it could make people calm down from the bottom of their hearts.

Xue Wenbo stood below Duan Qingen, watching him blowing the willow leaves calmly, and suddenly an idea came to his mind. His brother-in-law must have achieved a lot.

***

Lucheng is still the government's territory, and various forces have gathered. Perhaps it is because of the large number of forces that peace can be maintained.

But this peace is for those who have money and food.

For ordinary families, the war destroyed their homes and fields, and made them leave their homes and wander around. At first, they just walked around blindly, and when they found other disaster victims walking in a direction, even if these people didn't know where they were going, they would still follow them.

Hu Gouzi was one of the disaster victims. He was a little young when the family was in trouble, and he didn't know how old he was. He only heard an adult who fled from famine say that he looked like five or six years old when he was digging tree roots to eat.

He felt that the adult was wrong. He had seen five or six-year-old children, and they couldn't speak complete words, but he could understand a lot of things.

So Hu Gouzi guessed that he might be older than five or six years old, but he didn't eat enough and had to walk all the time during the day, so he looked younger.

He didn't know why he wanted to ask his age. Maybe he thought that if he died of starvation one day, he would at least know how old he was before he died.

Hu Gouzi had dark skin, which was caused by walking shirtless in the sun every day. His limbs were very thin, but in contrast to his limbs, he had a big bulging belly. In Hu Gouzi's impression, people with big bellies were not full, but children.

He didn't know that children had big bellies because their bodies were small and their internal organs were inside. Sometimes he would quietly wonder if it was because they ate dirt.

The soil is the mud on the ground. The adults said it was Guanyin soil and could be eaten as food, but they didn't see it along the way. Hu Gouzi saw many children who were not accompanied by adults stuffing the mud on the ground into their mouths and eating it when they were very hungry. They might be too young to tell the difference between Guanyin soil and mud, and they didn't care about it when they were very hungry.

Not long after, these children died.

Hu Gouzi had heard that some disaster victims would eat people, but no one in their team would do that. When they saw a child die, the people around him would sprinkle a handful of soil on him, which was equivalent to burying him.

People must be buried when they die, otherwise they will become wandering ghosts. This is also what the adults around Hu Gouzi told him.

After he knew this, he would sprinkle a handful of soil on the dead when he saw them, so that they would not become wandering ghosts.

Hu Gouzi had also heard that people would have hallucinations before they died. For example, some people would walk and suddenly shout that there were a lot of chickens, ducks, fish and meat in front of them, and they would fly. Then the person would run to eat the meat, but the next second, he would die.

Therefore, he has always been very cautious.

He didn't want to die. Although he didn't remember many things, he still remembered that his family was living well. Suddenly, a group of people with bayonets broke in. His parents didn't care about escaping. His father went out to block them, and his mother put him in the rice jar. He hid in the rice jar and didn't dare to cry. He covered his mouth and listened to the movement outside.

Then he heard his father's screams and his mother's crying and begging. After that, there were many people laughing. They said words that Hu Gouzi couldn't understand, mixed with his mother's crying and screaming. When everything calmed down, Hu Gouzi quietly got up from the rice jar and could only see a bloody scene on the ground.

After that, the neighbor came back from the mountain and also found that his wife and daughter were dead. After crying, he took Hu Gouzi away from here.

The neighbor said that those people liked to kill people from house to house, and when the whole village was killed, they would set fire to the village.

Later, the neighbor uncle took Hu Gouzi with him, took him to find tree roots, and took him to find the large group of disaster victims, but since he froze to death, Hu Gouzi has been alone.

He was very careful to fall behind the tail at first, and then an uncle in tattered clothes saw him and took him inside. The uncle said to him, "Don't fall behind the team. It's dark and you can't see clearly. It's easy to get lost."

Hu Gouzi survived. During the day, he followed many people and walked forward numbly, looking for food, eating insects, tree roots, and grass. At night, he curled up on the ground and waited for dawn.

During this period, the uncle in tattered clothes was helping him.

When he found the hallucination, Hu Gouzi was digging the mud on the ground. He was very experienced. As long as he dug deeper, he could dig out small insects underground. Sometimes he was lucky and could encounter big insects. For him, these were food for the day.

While digging, he suddenly smelled a fragrance in the air.

It was the smell of rice soup, which was light but fragrant.

Hu Gouzi covered his rumbling stomach and stopped in fear, not daring to move forward.

The kind uncle said to him, "Why did you stop?"

Hu Gouzi cried, "I smelled the smell of rice soup, uncle, I have hallucinations, am I going to die, I don't want to die..."

The uncle smiled, "It's not a hallucination, I smelled it too, it seems that someone is giving out porridge in front."

For the young Hu Gouzi, he didn't understand what giving out porridge meant, so the uncle explained, "It means that kind people make porridge and share it with everyone."

He urged: "Go there quickly, drink more, and fill your stomach. Since some people are giving porridge now, Lucheng is not far away. Be careful when entering the city and look for places where people are working. Do you know?"

Hu Gouzi swallowed his saliva and said, "Uncle, aren't you going with us?"

The uncle, who was dressed in rags, looked at him with a smile and said, "Uncle, you're not hungry, so go ahead."

So Hu Gouzi ran to the front. As expected, there was a neatly dressed man with a fair complexion standing in front of the cauldron. When he saw him, a child came over, and an uncle who looked like a god from the sky came in person. He scooped up a bowl of rice soup for him and handed it to Hu Gouzi.

"Be careful of the burn."

This uncle also spoke softly, making people want to get close to him. Hu Gouzi looked at him timidly and took the rice soup.

Ignoring the soup, he eagerly opened his mouth and started drinking.

Gudong——

Gudong——

It's the sound of food being swallowed down the throat.

It's not tree roots, it's not turf, it's not some mud that will kill you if you eat it.

Hu Gouzi drank it all in one breath. He felt warm in his stomach and his limbs seemed less weak.

The handsome uncle who looked like a god asked him, "Are you full? Do you want more?"

Hu Gouzi drank three bowls in one breath.

When he finished the third bowl, he looked at the bottom of the empty bowl and suddenly cried while holding the bowl.

When his parents were killed by the invaders, he did not cry.

When the neighbor's uncle became a little stiff, he didn't cry.

Even when his limbs were frozen and he couldn't even find tree roots and he was almost starving to death, he still didn't cry.

But now, Hu Gouzi was holding this empty bowl that had been filled with three bowls of rice soup, crying so hard that his heart broke.

The cry of a child is always contagious. As soon as the cry started, the victims who were originally numb and expressionless also began to sob. In the end, the sound became louder and louder, almost filling the whole place. A sky.

In the midst of crying, Duan Qingen picked up the child in front of him who looked to be only five or six years old. He didn't mind that he was dirty, feeling his almost light weight, and he was sobbing, soaked with tears. Lifting his shoulder, he heard the child saying, "Why did they kill my parents? My parents did nothing wrong..."

He was sobbing, as if he wanted to cry out the grievance and despair that had been suppressed in his heart, "My parents are right, they are right..."

This child's parents were indeed right, but they were born in the wrong time.

Duan Qingen sighed and handed the child to the person next to him.

"It may be due to post-disaster trauma. Both parents are gone. Take him to an orphanage. Remember to ask the psychological teacher for some guidance."

"yes."

The people around him took Hu Gouzi, and others continued to give porridge.

The victims were crying and drinking porridge, feeling the warmth of food falling into their bellies after a long absence.

Amid the cries, Duan Qingen walked through the crowd and came to the figure he had seen earlier.

He was wearing a rotten military uniform, with blood stains on his abdomen, and his face was pale. Seeing Duan Qingen coming over, his face showed surprise.

"I thought no one could see me except children."

Duan Qingen imitated his posture and sat on the sand, "You have been protecting that child, right?"

"yes."

The soldier calmed down after being surprised. He looked at Hugouzi who was being carried into the tent from a distance, and said with a little gratitude: "I have been dead for too long, my clothes are torn, and the birds have pecked them away. All that’s left of my body is bones.”

"This kid was kind-hearted and spread some dirt on my body. He thought that in this way, I would not be a lonely ghost."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and asked Duan Qingen, "Will he be taken in by you?"

Duan Qing'en, "We will take him to the orphanage, where they can get paid for their own labor. We can't give them more, but they can have enough food and clothing."

"As long as you have enough to eat and wear warm clothes," the soldier repeated first, then with a smile on his face and his voice became more relaxed, he repeated again, "As long as you have enough to eat and wear warm clothes."

Duan Qingen asked him: "How did you die?"

"I walked with the team at night, but it was dark and I couldn't see, so I fell behind. Then I accidentally broke my leg. It happened to be winter, so I couldn't make it through and froze to death."

He said it lightly, but there was still unwillingness in his eyes, "I knew this day would come from the moment I decided to go to the battlefield. It's a pity that I didn't kill a single foreign devil and died on the road."

The soldier said, sighed, and looked down at his hands: "When I was wandering around before, I saw those foreign devils killing people, including women, children, and the elderly. I wanted to stop them, but they couldn't see me, and they couldn't. If you can't hear me, I can't do anything, so I just go back to the body, out of sight."

Duan Qingen chatted with him for a while, then saw that the time was almost up, and slowly stood up, "I'll send you to reincarnation."

"Reincarnation? Reincarnation?"

The soldier's eyes were full of confusion, "Nothing happened when I died. I thought it didn't happen."

"Ordinary people will go to reincarnation when they die. Maybe your obsession is too deep and you can't make it." Duan Qing'en explained: "As you are now, I'm afraid you won't leave until your obsession is reached. I'll send you to reincarnation. The sun will hurt you a lot during the day. Even if it doesn’t hurt you, the pain and hunger will be uncomfortable.”

"Reincarnation..."

The soldier hesitated and thought for a few seconds, then suddenly said: "No! I won't go!"

"There are many children walking on this road every day. They are too young and always fall behind. I want to stay here and remind those children who can see me not to fall behind."

The blood stains on the clothes on his abdomen should have been wiped on his legs before. He was very embarrassed, but his young face was full of faith, "I want to stay here, waiting for our country to drive away the invaders, waiting for those No one can bully us anymore. I want to see us win with my own eyes. I know that we will win. One day, no one can bully us!"

He seemed to have seen that day, with a hopeful smile on his face, "I want to stay here and help those children go to a safe place. They will survive, grow up slowly, and then protect our country." , As long as there is one person alive in China, those foreign devils cannot defeat us!"

Duan Qingen saw faith in his eyes. He did not persuade him anymore, but said: "There will be a day."

"Thank you."

The soldier stood up and gave him a standard military salute.

"Live well and watch well. I will always be here to help the lost children find their way. Even if I can't wait, you have to wait."

Wait until the day our country stands up again.

****

Duan Qingen stayed outside the city for a whole day. After all the food he had brought was dispersed and he confirmed that these victims would not starve to death as soon as they arrived in Lucheng, he took the young people who had no father or mother and had a high chance of surviving without anyone to look after them. The children who didn't want to go back to the city together.

Some of these children are also brought in by adults. They would rather be separated from each other and never see each other again in this life, so that their children can be safe.

Hu Gouzi was among these children. He was full, and his stomach did not feel the usual pain. He was very quiet along the way, and his eyes that were too big because of his thinness looked at everything around him with fear and longing.

The people in power in Lucheng did not welcome the arrival of the victims. For them, the victims were a factor of instability, but at the same time, some warlords welcomed them very much.

These people will recruit soldiers when the disaster victims are stopped outside the city, and provide very generous conditions to expand the population of their own team.

The warlords also have a sense of shame. Of course, they will not just draw a big pie and take people away. If it is confirmed that there are young and strong men who want to follow them, they will leave the food.

It’s not much, but if you eat sparingly, it’s enough for several people to eat for half a month.

Some men will choose to serve as soldiers for the sake of their families, take food to their wives and children, and then go to the battlefield themselves, possibly never coming back in this lifetime.

Hu Gouzi had heard others say that children were sent to the battlefield before. He was very scared. He did not dare to go to the battlefield. He was afraid of being killed by the enemy's bayonets and artillery fire, and he was afraid of dying himself.

But he was sent all the way to the orphanage, and was surprised to find that all the orphans here yearned for the battlefield.

Hu Gouzi didn't understand. Aren't they afraid of death or being stabbed in the stomach with a bayonet?

After he asked such a question, a group of children rushed to speak:

"My father and mother were killed by the Japs! I saw it with my own eyes, and so did Thirteen's father and mother. The teacher said that people will always die in wars, but when our parents were killed, there was no war at all. They just sat quietly. I was killed by enemies who broke in at home, I must avenge them!"

"I'm not afraid of death. If my parents hadn't hidden me, I would have been killed by the Japs! When I grow up, I will kill Japs, at least two, to avenge my parents."

Hu Gouzi was frightened. He asked with a cry, "I hate them too, but I don't want to go to the battlefield. I'm afraid of blood. I feel dizzy when I see blood."

"If everyone is as afraid as you, no one will stand up to protect our country, and then everyone will just lie down and wait to die!!"

A child stood up and looked at Hu Gouzi with great contempt: "I heard that Teacher Duan hugged you. I thought you were special, but it turns out you are just a coward!"

"coward!!"

"You're just a scaredy-cat!"

Hu Gouzi cried and shrank, listening to these children scolding him. Just when he was crying and didn't know what to do, the door opened.

Duan Qingen walked in and frowned when he saw this scene, "What are you arguing about?"

He was the master of the orphanage, and he was always loved and respected by the children. When he opened his mouth, the children who were scolding Hugouzi immediately did not dare to speak out.

In the end, it was the child who took the lead to scold Hu Gouzi and said: "We are saying that Hu Gouzi is a coward. He is afraid of death. It is obvious that his parents were also killed by the Japanese, but he does not dare to go to the battlefield."

Duan Qingen looked at the child, his immature face was full of pride, and he was obviously very proud of himself for being able to despise Hu Gouzi.

The young man in white uniform frowned even more, "Who taught you to say such things?"

Duan Qingen's tone became stern, and the face of the child who had been looking forward to his praise just now showed fear and confusion, and he stammered: "No, no one teaches us, but we all dare to go to the battlefield, only Hu Gouzi Don’t dare…”

Duan Qingen looked at Hugouzi who was crying and trembling, sighed, stepped forward to hold the child in his arms, softened his voice to a group of children who looked at him in confusion, and said gently: "Now we The country is suffering from a crisis, and everyone knows this. I know you are brave and want to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, but some people may not be able to do what you can do. Either they don’t want to go to the battlefield or they are unpatriotic.”

"Everyone is afraid of death. You have overcome these fears, but some people have not. This does not mean that they cannot contribute to the country. Think about it, if everyone in our country goes to the battlefield, who will farm, who will make clothes, and who will make weapons? If there are no clothes, no food, and no weapons, even if everyone in the country goes to the battlefield, can we win this war?"

The children shook their heads, and some answered: "No, we can only fight when we are full."

"Good boy." Duan Qingen touched his head in appreciation, let Hu Gouzi sit on his lap, and continued: "You only saw Hu Gouzi dare not Going to the battlefield, he is considered a coward, but if he does not go to the battlefield in the future, but grows food that can feed many soldiers, or makes clothes that can resist bayonets, or develops weapons that can win, is he still a coward? "

The child who spoke first answered crisply: "No, he is a hero!"

"Yes, the country is in trouble now, I know you want to defend your country quickly, but defending your country is not the only way to go to the battlefield. You are still young and have a lot to learn. As long as you make contributions to the country, you are all heroes. Do you understand?"

The children nodded in confusion.

Hu Gouzi sat on Duan Qingen's lap, his voice a little choked, "Teacher Duan, I will study hard. I don't dare to go to the battlefield, but I will make a lot of weapons so that those who dare to go to the battlefield can kill those people."

"Good boy."

Duan Qingen took him down from his lap, "Remember, when the country is in trouble, we are willing to die for the country. That's our willingness. Don't force others to be willing, understand?"

Although they still didn't understand it very well, the children still understood his general meaning. The leading child stepped forward and took Hu Gouzi's hand and apologized to him, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said you were timid."

It was the first time that Hu Gouzi heard someone apologize to him. He shook his head a little shyly, "It's okay, I know you are heroes."

Duan Qingen smiled and patted the child's shoulder, "Okay, go out and play, it's time for class soon."

No matter how heavy the atmosphere was before, when it came to playing, these children cheered happily and ran out in twos and threes.

They will grow up little by little in the orphanage and receive education suitable for them.

When they grow up, they will jointly protect their home and their country.

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