The sales of "Peking People's Daily" in this ordinary morning, because of Liu Xueyuan's second war diary, are once again strange.

The 100,000 copies that were rushed out last night were all sold out in less than an hour.

Not only them, but all over the country, the "Beiping People's Daily" did not ask for any remuneration to transfer Liu Xueyuan's war diary to the newspapers published by various newspapers, and it became the most sought-after commodity that morning, and there was no one.

Wuhan, Hankou Wharf.

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers, the Great Wall Defense Line Battle broke out, and Miss Liu Xueyuan's war diary continues a new chapter! The Independent Regiment of the Central Army dared to die, and the company killed hundreds of Japanese soldiers with one low and ten kills, and made new contributions. In less than a moment, more than 100 newspapers in the newsboy's pocket were looted, and many pedestrians who had not bought the newspaper grabbed others and rushed to read them.

An elderly lady stretched out her hand to grab the young man next to her, and asked tremblingly, "Son, tell me about Moss in this newspaper?" Did the Death Company of the Independent Regiment make a great contribution? ”

"Dare to die?" The young man's eyes suddenly froze, and he said, "Niangniang, you ask this Moss?" ”

The old lady said proudly: "I wrote back two months ago, saying that he was the leader of the Moss squad in the Death Company of the Independent Regiment of the Central Army, he said that he was a pot sergeant, and he brought more than a dozen pot people under his hands, and I don't know if it is considered a pot official?" ”

"Your son is the squad leader in the Dare to Die Company?" When the young man heard this, he was immediately in awe, and hurriedly turned to the fourth page of the newspaper, and asked, "Niangniang, your son's name is Moss?" ”

The eldest lady said loudly: "My son's name is Wei Hutou, he has been a tiger since he was a child, and everyone said that he would have a future in the future." ”

"Wei Hutou!?" The young man's eyes suddenly looked sad.

At the same time, the young man looked at the old lady in front of him, who was at least sixty years old with gray hair, and looked at it carefully.

Wei Hutou appeared twice in the entire newspaper page. Once on the second page of the newspaper, the list of 206 people who dared to die and the list of fallen soldiers of the company had the word Wei Hutou, and his position was indeed the squad leader of the company that dared to die!

Another time, it appeared in Liu Xueyuan's war diary. can be recounted by Liu Xueyuan, not because he belongs to the soldiers who died in the first engagement, but after carrying down Wei Hutou's body to the tunnel, Zhou Shiyu finally broke the hand he was clenching on his chest and found the yellowed black and white photo he wanted to protect.

In that photo, it was a gray-haired old lady, and at the last moment of her life, Wei Hutou protected the photo of her mother with her hands to prevent her from being attacked by the Japanese invaders.

Everyone cried, including the Chinese who saw the news. The soldiers did not hesitate to sacrifice their lives to resist the Japanese invaders, wasn't it just to protect their mothers? The mother who gave him life.

For this reason, Zhou Shiyu specially sent a telegram to the headquarters of the Independent League, hoping that Liu Lang could go to Wei Hutou's house after the war to see Wei Hutou's mother.

Perhaps from that moment on, Zhou Shiyu had already made up his mind to die.

Liu Xueyuan tearfully wrote the story of Wei Hutou in his war diary, hoping that the fathers and villagers in Wuhan could help see the eldest mother, which was the last wish of the warrior.

The old lady obviously didn't notice the change in the young man's face, and asked with a concerned face, "You'er, have you found my family?" ”

"Found it, found it." The young man held back his tears and said, "Niangniang, look, this is the list of meritorious soldiers, and your son's name is on it, he has made great contributions!" He is now a hero, a great hero! Maybe after this battle, he may be a platoon commander or even a company commander! ”

The eldest lady smiled happily and said, "Hehe, the neighbors at home also said the same, my son has been promising since he was a child." ”

After that, the old lady walked away tremblingly, and when she passed by the Great Wall Anti-Japanese War Fundraising Office of several young students, she took out five silver dollars from her arms with trembling hands and put them in without hesitation.

Under the gaze of the young man's red eyes, he walked forward more than a dozen steps and passed the corner, the old lady looked at the freshly fried fried fritters that had been fried earlier on the street, and the corners of her mouth twitched a few times, but she finally turned her head and walked resolutely towards a dilapidated old street next to her.

It is one of the poorest streets in Greater Hankou.

Not far away, the young man finally couldn't hold back tears from his eyes, resolutely took out the last ten copper plates on his body, threw half of them into the donation box, and half went to buy the freshly scented fritters that the old lady had been watching for a long time, and chased after the old lady's back.

In Shanghai, facing the windows full of dazzling goods.

A father and son are looking at each other.

The little boy was only seven or eight years old, wearing small leather shoes and suspenders, showing that his family was not bad, but his father was a little shabby, although he was also in a suit and leather shoes, but the cuffs had been worn out of the raw edges and the slightly old suit had obviously been worn for many years.

Seven or eight years old is the age of the dog, and the toy gun in the window obviously attracts the child's attention, and he is puffing out his little mouth to have an awkward fight with his father because he has refused his request.

"Come, son, dad will tell you a story." The father, who had passed the age of standing, pulled the little boy to sit down against the window, picked up the newspaper in his hand, and read the diary written by Liu Xueyuan very seriously.

Every word there had been read by the young father several times, and it was all too familiar, and he reinterpreted it with his understanding, apparently attracting the little boy's full attention, and throwing all the unhappiness of not having a toy gun into the Pacific Ocean.

Although the little boy was young and ignorant, he already had a vague understanding of the war imposed on the Chinese nation by the Japanese invaders, especially the war that took place in Shanghai a year ago, which still had a great impact on him.

After listening to his father's slightly choked story, he thought seriously for a while with his hand on his little chin and asked, "Dad, but I don't know why the Dare to Die Company stayed on the position and asked to fire at me, why didn't they run first?" If they run away, won't our artillery just blow up the little devils without blowing them up? ”

The little boy's childish questioning brought tears to the young father's eyes.

Oh, yes! A seven or eight-year-old child understands the truth, but the warriors who dare to die will not know?

Of course they knew, but they couldn't run, and if they did, the Japanese wouldn't have gathered like jackals smelling their prey, and the precious shells wouldn't get the best damage. They just want to use their bodies as bait and use their lives to give a thunderous blow and annihilate all the Japanese troops.

They just wanted to tell the Japanese with blood that if they wanted to set foot on Chinese territory, they had to pay a sufficient price, and they would be the price to be painful.

"Because, they don't want to run, they want to tell all Chinese, one step back, you can take another ten steps, a hundred steps, thousands of steps, we Chinese, we must fight with the little devil to the end." The young father clenched his fists.

The little boy nodded seriously, pointed to the toy gun in the street window, and said very seriously: "Dad, I still want that gun, I want to practice marksmanship from now on, and when I grow up, I specialize in killing Japanese devils." ”

"Okay, I'll buy it for you!" The young father said without hesitation: "When Dad gets his salary next month, I will buy it for you." ”

"Dad, why wait until next month?" The son tilted his head and pursed his mouth again, holding big black and white eyes, looking at his father in bewilderment.

"Because Dad has donated all this month's salary to the soldiers at the front, and now I really don't have the money to buy you a gun. Also, when you get home, you may have to be scolded by your mother. The young father looked into the distance, a little lost, if it weren't for his wife and children to take care of, he would now want to go to the north and fight with those warriors.

"It's okay, Dad, I'll help you explain, you're helping heroes fight devils." The little boy took his father's hand and comforted him very heroically.

The father and son, one long and one short, gradually drifted away under the reflection of the street lamp.