Chen Lan saw the atmosphere suddenly turn heavy and quickly stood up to mediate, "Come, come, everyone, eat the food while it's hot. Our meeting is fate, let's not talk about irrelevant things!
How about we, as comrades, celebrate this reunion with a military song!"
Everyone immediately became interested and excited, shouting together, "Old Xu, you're cultured, you start for us."
Xu Mingxuan didn't decline and immediately said, "Alright! Let's sing a military song that was popular on our Northeast battlefield a few years ago, how about it?"
Everyone replied in unison, "Great!"
"Say Fight, Say Do" Prepare:
"Say fight, say do;
Practice with your rifle, bayonet, and hand grenade!
Aim true, throw far,
Fix bayonets and chill them to the bone,
Seize the time and train hard,
Hone your skills and prepare for battle,
We're not good men if we don't defeat the reactionaries!
Let's give them a taste of our might!"
The passionate melody and powerful lyrics were invigorating and made one's blood boil.
Chen Lan felt her own blood surge and her spirit soar.
This song embodied the bold, cheerful character of our soldiers and their unwavering confidence in victory.
This revolutionary song, born in 1946, immediately brought to mind scenes of fervent training in the army. It depicted the democratic allied forces on the Northeast battlefield preparing for battle through intensive training.
After the song ended, everyone still felt unfulfilled, and they all clamored, "One more, one more."
Zhao Tie readily agreed, "Alright! I'll sing another one for everyone, 'Battle March.'
Zhao Tie started this song.
"Battle March" Prepare:
"I've cleaned my Type 38 rifle, I've loaded my bullets;
I've strapped on my cartridge belt, and my heart is itching.
...
I've drawn my bayonet, the blade glints brightly!
...
I'll take down one prisoner and capture a few guns!
... " Suduan Novel Network
The comrades were all high-spirited, their eyes gleaming.
Everyone listened, their hearts stirred and their fighting spirit ignited.
The room suddenly became extremely lively, and no one heard the knock at the door. It was the old woman responsible for refilling the soup at each table who faintly thought she heard someone knocking. She hesitantly opened the door to check and found someone from the camp looking for Xu Mingxuan.
She immediately let the young soldier in and helped him brush the snow off his clothes. After the young soldier took off his hat covered in snow, the old woman recognized him as Er Zhuang, who had been there before.
She hurriedly asked, "Er Zhuang, it's you! With all this snow, is there something urgent?"
Er Zhuang quickly replied, "Auntie, I need to see the Commissar, the camp has an urgent mission."
The old woman immediately said, "No matter how urgent, you need to rest for a bit! Come, have some hot soup first, and I'll go call someone for you." Without further ado, she handed Er Zhuang a large bowl of stew and a pair of chopsticks.
Then she said, "Hurry, don't dawdle!"
Er Zhuang didn't stand on ceremony. He had walked for several hours on the snowy, uneven mountain path, and his shoes and clothes were soaked, making him freezing cold.
Chen Lan looked at the scene and felt something was amiss! Xu Mingxuan had only been back in the valley for a few hours, and the camp had an urgent mission. What could it be, and why so urgent?
Chen Lan opened the system with her mind and placed an order for size 43 snow boots and cotton socks, as well as thermal underwear.
She pondered the major events that had occurred in October 1950 in her previous life.
She took out the snow boots, cotton socks, and thermal underwear from the system warehouse and handed them to Xiang Xi, gesturing for him to help Er Zhuang change.
Her mind kept replaying "October 1950, October 1950." The old woman's voice sounded, "Mingxuan, it's snowing so heavily, how will you travel like this! Look at Er Zhuang, his clothes are completely soaked."
"October 1950, heavy snow?" Like a bolt of lightning, Chen Lan remembered. A world-shaking event had indeed occurred in October of that year.
It was a righteous war to defend the homeland and protect peace, resisting aggression. The war lasted from October 1950 until July 1953, nearly three years.
She couldn't worry about anything else now. She immediately ran forward and said to Xu Mingxuan, "Brother Mingxuan, wait for me for five minutes, I'll go upstairs to get something for you."
Xu Mingxuan was about to refuse when he saw Er Zhuang's pale blue face and hands, shivering as he ate a bowl of stew, his mother and Xiang Xi were helping him soak his feet and rub them. Beside him were his soaked shoes.
Chen Lan quickly ran upstairs. Without even entering the room, she immediately opened the system with her mind and ordered three sets of the best-rated bulletproof vests, without even looking at the price. Then she rushed back downstairs.
By then, Er Zhuang had finished a large bowl of stew, and the bluish tint on his face had faded. The old woman and Xiang Xi had also helped him put on his socks and snow boots.
Chen Lan quickly took out two items, handed a bulletproof vest to Xu Mingxuan, urging him to put it on quickly, and gave another one to the young soldier to wear.
She then turned to Xiang Xi and said, "Little Watermelon, Er Zhuang's cotton jacket is soaked. Quickly take him to your room, have him change into these clothes, and then put on your thick cotton jacket. I'll buy you a new one later when I have time."
Everyone saw Chen Lan's serious expression and knew something significant must have happened.
Xiang Xi didn't dare to delay and immediately pulled Er Zhuang to the room to change.
Xu Mingxuan also noticed Chen Lan's unusual demeanor. He knew one of the vests was for Zheng Sanpao. Without asking why, he didn't hesitate further and quickly went to the washroom to put on the two bulletproof vests over his thermal underwear, and then put on his thick, warm cotton jacket.
After getting dressed, he came out and pulled Chen Lan aside, asking urgently, "Lan'er, is there going to be a war?"
Chen Lan nodded with a heavy heart. She whispered, "The fighting has started on the other side. We have to cross the river to fight, to defend our homeland. This war will last a long time, about three years."
Xu Mingxuan didn't ask any more questions. He tightly held Chen Lan's hand and said with extreme seriousness, "Lan'er, I'm leaving the family to you! And I'm leaving everyone else to your care!"
With that, he took a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Chen Lan.
Chen Lan saw dense handwriting on the paper. As she was wondering what it was,
Xu Mingxuan urgently explained, "Lan'er, these are the specific names and addresses of my other comrades. I was planning to tell you and everyone about this after lunch, but it seems there's no time now. Please help me take care of this! Lan'er, you must help!"
Then, without waiting for Chen Lan's reply, he grabbed Chen Lan's hand and knelt before the old woman and his mother, startling them greatly.