Lin Yutao heard the Japanese shouting something loudly, and then two gunshots, and someone outside the tent fell to the ground. The shot did not kill him immediately. The man struggled to get up, but after walking a few steps, another gunshot was heard. The man fell to the door of the tent, holding his head up hard, and wanted to run again, but at this time he was unable to do so.

In the dark light, Lin Yutao recognized the man wearing the clothes of the people at a glance as Hao Gang, a combat staff officer of the City Defense Command.

Lin Yutao and Hao Gang are so familiar with each other. They are both graduates of the ninth class of the Central Army Officer's School. Hao Gang majored in the logistics department as a student. After graduation, he has been serving in the Nanjing Urban Defense Command. He has rich military theory knowledge and is soon transferred to the combat department as a staff officer. Not only that, both of them are from Nanjing and both like to play chess...

Hao Gang was not dead and recognized Lin Yutao. His dim eyes suddenly lit up, his hands raised, and soon he lowered his head weakly, tilted...

Lin Yutao had sharp eyes and saw a black object on one of his hands close to his chest. He reached out and indeed grabbed the pistol and hid it in his belt.

He had a lot to ask him, but the other party had already died.

Several Japanese soldiers arrived quickly, and one of them kicked Hao Gang with his feet, said a word, and began to search.

Lin Yutao quickly rubbed a handful of soil from the ground and applied it to his face.

At this time, a Japanese officer leaned into his head and looked at Lin Yutao up and down, his eyes full of vigilance. After a while, he spoke a big call to Lin Yutao who was stunned.

Following a man who looked like a Chinese man in his forties, he also leaned in and raised his voice and said, "You, Taijun Kobayashi told you to deal with his body."

It turned out to be an interpreter. Lin Yutao breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to respond timidly.

The Japanese pushed the remaining two young and middle-aged men and walked towards the west gate of the safety zone.

Lin Yutao secretly took out the pistol that Hao Gang gave him, which was a M1903 Browning semi-automatic pistol with five bullets in the magazine.

Lin Yutao wanted to find a place to bury Hao Gang, but he didn't know where to bury him.

He thought of Hao Gang's past voice, appearance and smile, and he was sad for a moment.

A volunteer over 50 years old saw that he was stunned on the spot, thinking that he was not knowing how to deal with the problem, and said with concern: "Young man, there is a mortal point in the west gate of the safety area. If you send the body there, someone will naturally pull him away."

Lin Yutao nodded.

After a pause, the man added: "There are people coming to pull the body every day, once in the morning and once in the evening." Seeing Lin Yutao's shocked expression, he sighed, "Now people die every day, some die of illness, some starve, and soldiers injured in war..." He glanced up and down at Lin Yutao and said, lowering his voice, "The Japanese come in to catch people every day, especially those who are in the army, especially those who are in your appearance, are the most likely to be accidentally caught by the Japanese... Young man, you have to be careful,

Just one day yesterday, the Japanese arrested more than 100 people at once, saying that they were Chinese soldiers hiding in a safe area!”

Lin Yutao didn't want to listen any longer and interrupted: "Uncle, I know this person. He and I grew up together. I don't want to leave him alone. I want to find a place to bury him..."

It was the volunteer's turn to look shocked.

After being silent for a while, he sighed long: "Qingliang Mountain, six or seven hundred meters west of the West Gate, is a piece of land behind the mountain that is specially used to bury dead people... Alas, I'm doing evil, I'm doing evil!"

Lin Yutao nodded gratefully.

The volunteer was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and turned his head and said, "Child, you'd better get a road strip from Jinling Middle School in Beidamen. The Japanese set up a spot there. Then you will send a white cloth strip. Just tie it to your sleeves, so as not to ask the Japanese for questioning you and then arrest you!"

Lin Yutao found a wooden trailer on the side of the road, picked up Hao Gang, and gently put it on. In his opinion, the person in front of him still has life and will hurt him if he is not careful.

He had to pull him to the north gate first, and according to what the volunteer said, go and open a road.

The trailer was in a ragged state, and the two wooden wheels had deformed, pulling them up and making a squeaking sound, which was very difficult.

He pulled the car carefully, always afraid that the amplitude would make Hao Gang roll down from above.

So he pulled the trailer and looked back from time to time.

After pulling for a while, he found that Hao Gang's left arm had hanged down at some point.

He quickly stopped the car and gently lowered the trailer. The trailer was heavy in front and light in the back, and the back was raised. Hao Gang's left arm shook in the air as the rear of the car raised.

Lin Yutao suddenly saw his left fist clenched, revealing a piece of paper.

Lin Yutao opened his finger and it was a note.

There are two rows of black pen letters on the note.

"The New Year is approaching, and my parents are very concerned about it. I hope my son will return home on the 21st of the twelfth lunar month! Father: Guohua."

The font of running script is vigorous and powerful.

It can be seen that Hao Gang's father is a bit pedantic.

Poor parents in the world!

But now, this person has passed away, and the yin and yang of both sides are separated by each other!

As he thought about it, Lin Yutao began to feel uncomfortable again. He seemed to see the sadness and desolation of a father losing his beloved son...

The appearance of Hao Gang's father appeared in front of him...

Lin Yutao was suddenly stunned.

A memory comes to my mind.

He had met Hao Gang's father...

That happened last summer...

At that time, Hao Gang's father came to Hao Gang for the first time and brought him a large basket of melons grown by his own...

Their home is in Longtan, a suburb of Nanjing...

They were an old man with a head less than 1.7 meters tall, his clothes were worn and patched, and he was completely a genuine farmer...

How could he write such vigorous pen letters?

Lin Yutao came to a conclusion that the note was definitely not written by his father, and Guohua was not his father either!

But who would have written it? If it weren't for his father, how could this note be in his hands? And he held it tightly until his death?

Lin Yutao's mind was in chaos and he couldn't figure it out. He forced himself not to think about it!

But after a while, these two lines of words jumped into his mind.

Is it just a note expressing that parents miss their children? That's all, is it because I'm thinking too much?

No wonder, on this cold and bleak winter day, how many parents in Nanjing are thinking about their children!
Chapter completed!