Xiao Yuanchao left, and no one could stop his strong footsteps this time. Loyalty! Loyalty! Xiao Yuanchao perfectly explained the absolute loyalty that a soldier and a Chinese should have with the mind and thinking of a seven-and-a-half-year-old child.

From the first day he entered the TCM, his path was tortuous. Now, the country and the troops will be trained as a vicious soldier, and the road ahead will be more tortuous. He will fall, he will be injured, and even die.

But he has a belief that will never be erased: if you become a soldier, you will die!

Zhao Xiuying fainted after Xiao Yuanchao left, and Xiao Hongjun carefully cared for the things he brought to his son. In fact, there was no need to carry these things at all, but he stubbornly wanted to take away what he thought was the best for his son.

He knew very well what kind of life his son would enter when he left. If the students of the T-A troops faced a cruel survival test in their lives, then the sons trained by the fierce soldiers had to face the limit of survival.

But isn’t this a pride? At least the motherland still respects the men of their Xiao family, and at least the troops still recognize the men of their Xiao family.

The blood-spreading red flags are endless. The men of the Xiao family are originally iron-blooded men who charge violently for the red flags and fight to the death.

"When will I see my son?" Zhao Xiuying, who woke up, made a hoarse voice at her husband.

"Haha, soon, it won't take a few years." Xiao Hongjun comforted his wife with a smile.

"Will your son die?" This is Zhao Xiuying's second question.

She gave birth to five sons, each of which was a piece of flesh that fell from her body. After the four sons died, the youngest son was her entire spiritual pillar. When the youngest son was also sent to the army, what she feared most was that her son would die.

"I won't die!" Xiao Hongjun said with great certainty: "Xiao Wu is stronger than his brothers. He won't die. He will live well!"

"You are lying to me again..." Zhao Xiuying laughed sadly: "Haha, Xiao Hongjun, you say so firmly and absolutely every time. But do you know that your eyes are always uncertain."

"I..." Xiao Hongjun was silent.

"Actually it's okay, I've been used to it for a long time." Zhao Xiuying walked out of the bed with her weak body: "When Xiaowu dies, you will be out of mind, right?"

This is anger that has been hidden for a long time. Zhao Xiuying hates her husband because her husband sent all his sons into the army and four died. Now the only youngest son is only seven and a half years old and has been sent to the army. How can she not hate her?

"But why do you have to sign on it?" Xiao Hongjun asked in a low voice.

His voice was full of guilt, but it was definitely not regret. There was no saying that he would regret for the country and the people, only that should be or not.

"I am a military wife, I am the mother of a martyr. What can I do?" Zhao Xiuying left tears of sadness and said lightly: "It's time to eat, right? I'll go cook."

"I'll do it!" Xiao Hongjun stood up and said.

"Can you do it?" Zhao Xiuying shook her head and said, "I'm hungry, I have to cook, and I have to meet my little five alive."

After saying that, Zhao Xiuying staggered towards the kitchen. Her body was floating, but her eyes were firm. She stared at the kitchen. She wanted to eat, had the strength, and lived a good life to see her son.

"Xiuying..." Xiao Hongjun said with a sob: "I can't cook, I can learn! I will cook for you in the future, I will wash your feet, I will listen to you in everything..."

Who gave more? From everyone's perspective, Xiao Hongjun paid more, but from the perspective of the small family, Zhao Xiuying paid the most. She knew very well what her identity she was. When this identity brought her supreme honor, it also brought heart-wrenching pain.

Xiao Hongjun understood and knew that he decided to listen to his wife in the future because he owed his wife too much...

"Tu tu!"

There was a knock on the door outside.

Hearing the knock on the door, Zhao Xiuying, who was shakingly, immediately threw herself on the sofa, sat down, and wiped away her tears, which made Xiao Hongjun open the door.

In front of outsiders, especially at this time, she must be strong, and must be strong. For the sake of the Xiao family and for her own identity.

The door opened, and standing outside was an old man with white hair and beard. The old man was wearing a navy blue Zhongshan suit, holding a crutch in his hand, and was in good spirits. His eyes radiated many lights that many young people did not have. Two eyebrows that should have sword eyebrows were snow-white, drooping from both sides. His beard was very long, drooping to his chest, and neatly combed.

"Old man, who are you looking for?" Seeing the old man with such a demeanor, Xiao Hongjun was stunned for a moment and hurriedly said, "Please sit in the house."

The old man smiled and walked into the house, standing there looking at the home that had lost popularity and looked deserted. Finally, he turned his eyes to Zhao Xiuying's face and showed a kind smile.

"The 93rd Division of the 6th Army of the Kuomintang, the former Expeditionary Army, was later incorporated into the 7th Column of the Eighth Route Army, and was here?" asked the old man standing there.

Hearing this sentence, Xiao Hongjun immediately replied with a solemn look on his face: "Yes! Xiao Yuanzheng is his father!"

"Haha, then you're not wrong." The old man smiled and said to Xiao Hongjun: "I am your father's former comrade-in-arms, come today..."

The old man who heard that he was his father's former comrade-in-arms, Xiao Hongjun immediately respected him. This was definitely not fake, because few people knew that his father was once a member of the Expeditionary Force. Few people knew that his father had stayed in the Seventh Column of the Eighth Route Army, and more of them were the number of troops he was in when his father participated in the Korean War.

"Uncle, sit down, sit down!" Xiao Hongjun carefully supported the old man and let him sit on the sofa.

Zhao Xiuying immediately went into the kitchen to make tea for the elderly.

"Hahaha..." The old man after sitting down said with a smile: "Xiao Yuanzheng has a good son, a good daughter-in-law, and a group of good grandsons!"

"Sunzi..." Xiao Hongjun's mouth was full of bitterness.

"I know that your four sons have all sacrificed for the country, and I can only express my gratitude to you and your wife on behalf of the country." The old man who had just sat down stood up and bowed to salute.

But before this ceremony was completed, Xiao Hongjun avoided it because Xiao Hongjun could not bear it. Standing in front of him was a real old revolutionary. He could not bear anyone, nor could he bear the ceremony of such a soldier.

The old man ignored it and continued to bow, but he looked at Zhao Xiuying who walked out with a teacup.

After receiving this gift, Zhao Xiuying became at a loss and hurriedly put down the teacup and wanted to return the gift.

"You can bear it, you can bear it, hahaha, this is the country it represents." The old man smiled and stretched out his hand at Zhao Xiuying and said, "Come on, daughter, come to my place."

Zhao Xiuying walked over and sat next to the old man in a very restrained manner.

The old man obviously liked Zhao Xiuying very much, and took Zhao Xiuying's hand to ask about his well-being, just like a father treating his daughter.

"Actually, I'm here this time, there's a very important thing." The old man reached out and untied his pocket in Zhongshan suit, took out a photo from it and handed it to Zhao Xiuying and said, "Look, this is my granddaughter, he looks good, right? Your Xiao Yuanchao is the same age as my granddaughter, so why would you let these two dolls get married? Daughter, what do you think?"

"This..." Zhao Xiuying was stunned.

"Daughter, I tell you, my granddaughter is obedient and sensible, and it is absolutely fine to be your daughter-in-law! My granddaughter is called Du Baobao, and your son is called Xiao Yuanchao. Judging from the five elements and eight characters, they are all perfect matches! Also, this is my granddaughter's life photo, this is the composition written by my granddaughter, this is my granddaughter's..."

The old man began to flip his clothes up and down, took out a lot of photos of the baby, homework books, and even the birth paper.

"How about it? How about getting two dolls married?" The old man looked expectant.

"That... uncle..." Xiao Hongjun grunted for a long time and said to the old man truthfully: "I'll go to the army to assist Korea, in the future..."

"I know, I'm going to the T-A troops! But what's the matter? It's different from getting married to two dolls!"

"I'm only seven and a half years old, so I can't get married..."

"It's enough for sixteen years old! Let's order the couple first, and let them get married when they are sixteen years old!" The old man said excitedly: "I got married at the age of fifteen. I felt it was a bit late for sixteen years old. How about the age of fourteen?"

“…”

Xiao Hongjun's mouth twitched: "Uncle, the legal age is now..."

"What legal age? I said that I can get married at the age of fourteen! That's it. When I got married at the age of fourteen, I brought my dowry!"

The old man opened the door and rushed outside and made a full voice: "Take my granddaughter's dowry in!"

A team of guards who had been guarding outside began to move dowry from the car, all of which were baby's dowry.

When the old man bid farewell to Xiao Hongjun and his wife, he said to them in a very serious voice: You can give your son to the motherland, why can't I give my granddaughter to you? My granddaughter will be Xiao Yuanchao's life, and the blood on her body is destined to shed for Xiao Yuanchao!
Chapter completed!