Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 812 Yellowing

"Captain, we can't just charge like this!" Deputy Captain Zhang Jianguo crawled over, his uniform covered with dirt and blood, "The enemy's bunker is too tricky, we have to find a way to take it down!" Chen Huaide frowned, his eyes swept over the exhausted soldiers in the trenches. They had been fighting for three consecutive days and nights, and there was little ammunition left. Many people were injured, but they still held their weapons tightly. At this time, the old soldier Zhao Dazhu stood up: "Captain, let me take the blasting team! I am familiar with the terrain and can definitely blow up the bunker!" There was a hideous scar on his face, which was left in the previous battle. Chen Huaide looked at his firm eyes and nodded heavily: "Okay! Be careful, I'll let the machine gun squad cover you!" Zhao Dazhu led three soldiers, carrying explosive packs, and carefully moved towards the enemy's bunker under the cover of the night and the craters. The enemy's searchlight swept over from time to time, and they lay motionless in the cold mud. When there were still 20 meters away from the bunker, a soldier was unfortunately discovered by the enemy, and was instantly hit by dense bullets and fell to the ground. Zhao Dazhu resisted the grief and continued to move forward with the remaining two soldiers. Finally, they arrived under the bunker. Zhao Dazhu pressed the explosive pack against the wall of the bunker, pulled the fuse, shouted: "Quick retreat!" and turned to run to the back. With a deafening bang, the bunker was blown up to the sky, and the flying bricks and iron pieces flew everywhere. But Zhao Dazhu could not run out, and his figure was forever fixed in the fire. "Charge!" Chen Huaide seized the opportunity and led the soldiers to charge. The enemy lost the support of the bunker and was immediately in chaos. However, just when they were about to break through the enemy's defense line, the enemy's reinforcements arrived, and a new round of fierce fighting began again. During the battle, Wang Xiulan kept shuttling on the battlefield to rescue the wounded. Her white coat had long been soaked in blood, and her hands were also rubbed with blood blisters by the bandages. Suddenly, she found that a soldier not far away was shot and fell to the ground, groaning in pain. Wang Xiulan rushed over without hesitation, but when she was bandaging, a shell exploded nearby and shrapnel hit her abdomen. She endured the severe pain and insisted on bandaging the wounded before slowly closing her eyes. Zhang Jianguo was shot in the leg during the battle. He gritted his teeth and supported his body with a bayonet to continue fighting. When an enemy officer rushed over waving a command knife, Zhang Jianguo used up his last bit of strength, pounced on it, and died with the enemy. Chen Huaide watched his comrades fall one by one, his heart filled with grief and indignation. He picked up the machine gun and fired wildly at the enemy. When the bullets ran out, he picked up the bayonet and fought the enemy hand-to-hand. The battle lasted until late at night, and the second company finally completed the task, but there were less than 20 people left out of the 120 people in the company. After the battle, the surviving soldiers stood on the battlefield full of smoke, looking at the bodies of their comrades all over the ground, and shed tears silently. They arranged the uniforms of every fallen comrade and buried the bodies. Chen Huaide took off his military cap and saluted to the east. He knew that this victory was hard-won and was won with the blood and lives of countless comrades. In the long history of the War of Liberation, there are countless heroic deeds like the second company. Countless revolutionary martyrs sacrificed their lives and shed their blood. They may not have left behind a resounding name, but their spirit is forever engraved on this land. They used their lives to interpret their loyalty to their beliefs and their love for the motherland and the people, laying a solid foundation for the founding of New China.

The shadow of the ancient house In the rainy season in Kyoto, the air is filled with damp and musty smells. Kobayashi Misaki clutched the yellowed letter and stood in front of a wooden door covered with moss. The letter was given to her by her grandmother before she died. The handwriting was so sloppy that it was almost illegible: "Return to the ancestral house and find the truth..." Pushing open the creaking door, a cold breath hit her face. The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and a few dead trees swayed in the wind, making rustling sounds. Misaki couldn't help but shudder. She had never heard her parents mention this ancestral house. She only knew that her grandmother left here when she was young and never wanted to come back. The interior of the ancestral house was even more dilapidated, with dust covering every corner. The paper windows on the wall had long been damaged, revealing the mottled wooden frames. Misaki walked into a room carefully, and in the dim light, she saw a huge ukiyo-e hanging on the wall. The painting depicts a strange sacrifice, where people are wearing white kimonos, ferocious masks, and carrying a humanoid object wrapped in bandages. What's even more creepy is that the eyes of the characters in the painting seem to be staring at her. No matter which angle she walks, she feels that she is being watched by countless eyes. As night fell, Misaki settled down in a fairly tidy room. Just as she was about to fall asleep, a faint sound of footsteps came from the corridor. She held her breath and pricked up her ears to listen carefully. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and stopped in front of her door. After a while, there was a sound of nails scratching the door panel, "squeak-squeak-squeak", the sound was sharp and piercing, as if it was going to pierce her heart. Misaki curled up in the quilt, trembling all over, and dared not breathe. I don't know how long it took, but the sound finally disappeared. She plucked up the courage to open the door. There was no one in the corridor, only a paper lantern that flickered in the wind, casting a strange light and shadow. The next day, Misaki decided to search the house carefully, hoping to find the "truth" her grandmother had said. In a room full of clutter, she found a tattered diary. The paper of the diary had turned yellow and brittle, and the handwriting on it was blurred, but she could still barely make out some of the content. It turned out that this ancestral house was once a place where an ancient family held a mysterious sacrifice, and the object of the sacrifice was an evil spirit called "Youtong". Legend has it that "Youtong" can fulfill any wish of a person, but in exchange, a living person's eyes are required. As she read deeper, Misaki's back broke out in a cold sweat. Her family was inextricably linked to such a terrifying evil spirit! What frightened her even more was that the diary recorded that every twenty years, "Youtong" would wake up and a living sacrifice would be required. And this year, it happened to be the twenty-year period. Just then, Misaki heard a familiar sound of footsteps. She quickly hid the diary and looked at the door vigilantly. A woman in a white kimono walked in slowly. Her face was as pale as paper, her hair was wet and scattered on her shoulders, and the most terrifying thing was that her eye sockets were empty, without eyeballs. "You are finally here..." The woman's voice was hoarse and hollow, as if it came from the depths of hell, "We have been waiting for you for a long time..." Misaki wanted to scream, but found that her throat seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, and she could not make any sound.