bayedsolid Chapter 105 Grief and Indignation
Chapter 105 Grief and Indignation
"Master, what are you talking about?" Ting Nan asked, breaking the silence.
"Ah Huo, this... doesn't Ting Nan know? You didn't tell her? Then why did you let her come along? I..." Zuo Renxin originally thought that Ting Nan had come along this time because she knew the reason, and he sighed that the child was too carefree or did not understand sadness. So in this soft sleeper compartment where only the three of them were, he couldn't help but ask.
"It's alright, Ah Xin. I was just thinking about how to tell her. She's my disciple, she should know by now." Gao Haoran decided to tell her the truth, but he was just wondering how to say it. Perhaps he could just leave it in this enclosed space, and let his words drift away on the wind during their journey.
“Tingnan, you’re in school now, so you should know about the War of Resistance Against Japan, the calamities our people endured, right? From the unforgettable September 18th Incident in 1931 to the final battle against the Japanese invaders in 1945, countless heroes sacrificed their lives for the greater good of the nation and the truth of national salvation.” Gao Haoran recalled those days of constant gunfire.
Gao Haoran said with grief and indignation: "There are many heroes, both famous and unknown, who died for their country without regret! But there are also some scoundrels who neither charged ahead during the war, nor offered any advice or financial support, but afterwards they profited from the national crisis, using all sorts of means to seize fame and fortune, climbing up by stepping on the blood and tears of others, and even insidiously framing others."
“Master, my senior brothers…” Ting Nan clenched her fists.
"My elder brother, two fellow disciples, and I secretly joined 'Dark Night' because of our high level of martial arts skills. My elder brother is especially agile, skilled, and daring; he is our command leader. We often take on special missions, including infiltrating enemy territory to gather intelligence, assassinating enemy commanders, and most often, delivering messages. The battlefield is ever-changing, so obtaining the fastest and most accurate information is of paramount importance."
In May of that year, a dispute arose between the Japanese General Staff and the North China Area Army over whether to launch a fierce pursuit of the Chinese army and expand the occupied territory. The Japanese General Staff demanded that operational plans be approved before any action was taken. However, the General Staff did not adhere to the previously agreed-upon operational tasks and did not allocate the agreed-upon operational area to the North China Army. This caused the North China Army to feel contempt and neglect, and they launched an unauthorized attack, preparing to launch a fierce assault on our forces.
My brother learned of this internal conflict within the enemy ranks and reported it to us overnight. Our division commander declared: "Anyone who retreats without authorization will be severely punished according to the law!" However, some generals, seeing that the situation was not good, still fled in the face of battle.
Okay, so you've made a deal: you retreat without authorization, he abandons his post and flees, or disappears—fine, self-preservation, I suppose! But why did you reappear after the war ended? Saying the intelligence was wrong. The intelligence was wrong? Who verified it? Our direct superiors?
It's hateful that officials protect each other. We're just country kids, not part of the inner circle, with no backing. We deserve to be sacrificed, hahaha... We risked our lives, ran until our legs were broken to get the intelligence, and you escaped and survived.
The railway was destroyed, the city fell, and the people... My brothers couldn't bear to watch. They fought desperately, trying to save as many people as they could with their meager strength. But what good were their superior skills and guns against the enemy's overwhelming force? It was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot! My eldest brother sent me away to report the news and ask for help, but who could I ask? Who would come to save this doomed place? My brother was just making excuses for me to escape, but I hated that I didn't understand then and abandoned them..."