In contrast, the Eighth Route Army, this morning, the "Chief" who was older than the regiment commander ate porridge like everyone else and ate mixed noodles steamed buns.

As long as these villagers reach their height and age, they will be soldiers and Eighth Route Army members. There is no difference between them at all!

The Ninth Camp was desperate when fighting the Japanese. When the Japanese swept the Japanese, the guerrillas in the mountains always moved the people away first, and they must stay at the end.

Villagers joining the army in the yard.

No one asked them about their level of education.

No one asked about their family background.

No one dislikes their clothes.

No one cares about the occasional lice crawling on their clothes.

He could see clearly that the chief wife had patches on her back both elbows.

When talking to those dirty ladies, there was no disgusting look at all.

My ideal... It turns out that it is in these simple villages.

The child opposite pulled back his nose and raised his face: "Uncle, my mother said she couldn't ask for other people's money..."

It is still a bit cold in the area where the sun cannot be sunbathed at the end of the May lunar month in the Gregorian calendar.

The little child's nose slid out of two grooves and flickered from time to time.
Chapter completed!