mtlumby2d Chapter 506: Will Collapses and the Call of Relatives
Chapter 506: Will Collapses and the Call of Relatives
Three days later, in the morning, an old man walked slowly to the foot of Wanxi City. He was wearing a simple blue cloth, the corners of which swayed gently in the wind, revealing the vicissitudes of life. In his hand, he held a walking stick that had been worn smooth.
The old man's hair was almost completely white, as if covered with a thick layer of silver frost. His face was full of traces of time, and wrinkles were like ravines, deep and shallow, embedded in his forehead and corners of his eyes. However, his eyes were still as bright as torches, revealing a deep longing and expectation.
He walked tremblingly to Chen Tong, tears in his eyes. His voice was slightly trembling, but full of gratitude: "Thank you to the government, thank you to the leaders, for giving me the opportunity to see my son again in this life. Sir, don't worry, this brat just took the wrong path for a while. If I can make him turn back, please spare his life."
As he said this, the old man was about to bend down and kneel before Chen Tong. Seeing this, Chen Tong hurriedly held him up, his tone full of kindness and comfort: "Uncle, you don't have to do this. Peng Hui is still a compatriot of our Chinese country after all, but he has a job in the Southern Government and has to work for the Southern Government. As long as you can persuade him to turn back and return to the right path, the country and the people will definitely accept him."
The old man listened to Chen Tong's words, and finally couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes. He nodded vigorously, choking and said: "Good, good, good, that's great! Since President Su unified the country, my family has land, and we live a good life without worrying about food and clothing. My grandson also has a school, and the only thing he misses is this little bastard!"
He wiped his tears and took a deep breath, as if to swallow all the sadness and worries. Then, he raised his head and looked at Chen Tong firmly: "Sir, I will do whatever you say and persuade this kid to come back."
Although his voice was a little trembling, it was full of gratitude to Chen Tong. At that moment, he seemed to have regained the strength of his youth, ready to make every effort for the reunion of his family and the return of his son.
Ten minutes later, the old man stood quietly under the towering city wall, holding a faded loudspeaker tightly in his hand. He raised his head, looked at the towering city wall, took a deep breath of fresh air, and then shouted with all his strength: "Hui, your old man is here to take you home! We don't want to fight anymore, go home! Your wife is going blind from looking at you in the house, surrender, and come home with me!"
His voice echoed in the empty city, as if it had traveled through time and space, reaching every corner of the city. The voice was full of warmth and expectation, but also with an indescribable sadness and helplessness. On the city wall, the wind whistled past, taking away a trace of dust, but it could not take away the heavy homesickness.
Inside the city, the deputy commander of the 116th Regiment was busy arranging fortifications. Suddenly, he heard shouts from outside the city, and the sound pierced his heart like an electric shock. He was stunned for a moment, then dropped his work and hurried to the city wall.
When he stood on the city wall and looked at the white-haired old man, an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.
He couldn't help but burst into tears, which were due to his longing for his hometown, his attachment to his relatives, and his despair at the hopeless future.
These soldiers of the Southern Government have not seen their families for two years. They left their homes and were forced to take up arms and fight against their compatriots for the so-called national honor and interests. Now, they have become abandoned children of the Southern Government, trapped in this isolated city, on the verge of despair.
As they listened to the old man's cries, they felt a complex mix of emotions. It was a longing for home, a yearning for peace, and regret for past mistakes. They knew they had embarked on a path of no return, but at this last moment, they hoped to have a chance to turn back and start over.
On the wall, the wind continued to blow, but the soldiers' hearts were already in turmoil. They looked at the old man silently, as if they saw in him the deepest desires and expectations in their hearts. At that moment, they seemed to have returned to their hometown and the arms of their loved ones.
"I have sold my life to the Southern Government for half my life! In the end, I was treated as trash! I will not fight this war anymore!" Peng Hui's words were like a thunderclap, exploding on the city wall. He suddenly threw down the gun in his hand. The weapon that had accompanied him for many years drew a lonely arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground.
He took off his military cap, and the brim fluttering in the wind seemed to tell of his unwillingness and anger. He stood on the city wall, looking through the heavy walls at his father. At that moment, all the fatigue, despair and pain came to his heart. His voice was a little choked, but more determined: "Old man! I will go home with you now! No more fighting! I surrender!"
This cry seemed to come from the soul, echoing on the city wall, and every word was full of power. It was not only the voice of Peng Hui, but also the deep desire of all the defenders. When they heard Peng Hui's cry, they seemed to see their own home, those expectant eyes, and those endless longings.
Commander Liu Fang's confidant Chai An was the first to react. He shouted angrily, "This is the Northern bandits' way of attacking the heart! You are the soldiers of the Southern Government! You are the soul of the Southern Government! Don't be fooled easily! Come, stop Peng Hui and bring him here!"
However, his words fell on deaf ears and did not elicit any response. The soldiers stood silently, their eyes coldly falling on Chai An, and that cold gaze made him shudder. Over the past few days, their disappointment with the Southern Government had accumulated to a peak, and at this moment, all their emotions burst out.
They knew that they had been abandoned by the southern government and had become victims of the war. They were no longer willing to work for the so-called government, and they just wanted to go home, to that warm place, and start their lives again.
Peng Hui's cry seemed to become their common voice. They looked at Peng Hui with a flash of envy and determination in their eyes. They knew that at this moment, they were no longer soldiers of the Southern Government, but ordinary people who longed to go home.
As Peng Hui's shout rang out, the city wall suddenly exploded, and the soldiers echoed him one after another, their emotions excited.
"Captain Peng is right! What a useless war! We have long been abandoned by the Southern Government!" A burly soldier waved his fist, his face full of anger and disappointment, as if he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction.
"The Southern Government is cruel, don't blame us for being unjust! I have four brothers who served the Southern Government, and three of them died! We have already repaid what we owed them!" Another soldier's voice trembled, tears flashing in his eyes. He thought of his relatives who sacrificed their lives for the Southern Government, and the grief in his heart was beyond words.
"Why! Why did we fight so hard, only to be abandoned, forced to leave our homes, cursed by our compatriots, and stabbed in the back by our fellow villagers? We won't fight this war anymore!" a young soldier shouted indignantly. His face was full of confusion and unwillingness, and his eyes were full of fear for the future and regret for the past.
The soldiers talked a lot, their faces showed different expressions, some were angry, some were disappointed, some were confused. Some waved their fists, some squatted with their heads in their hands, some cried silently, their hearts were filled with dissatisfaction with the southern government and confusion about the future.
At this moment, the city wall seemed to have become a huge vortex of emotions, the soldiers' anger and disappointment surged like a flood, and their hearts were experiencing unprecedented torment and struggle. They knew that they had come to a crossroads, whether to continue to work for the government that had abandoned them, or to choose to lay down their weapons, return home, and start over.