Zha Xifeng gave an unexpected reply, "I asked, and he only said his name was Dongfeng, but I know that it must be a fake name."

"You..." Wei Ran took a deep breath, "You... need me to do anything?"

"I want to send him home, and also send his comrades home."

Zha Xifeng said subconsciously, "But I haven't found the bodies of his comrades yet. I go back there every autumn and look for them all winter, but I can't find them. I don't even know how many comrades he has left behind."

There, I don’t know the real name of my adoptive father, the names of his comrades in arms, or where their hometowns are. He never said these things, and he didn’t allow me to ask these questions.”

"So those two gifts are your adoptive father's relics?"

Wei Ran asked after a long silence, "Did he leave anything else?"

"Yes, there is more."

As Zha Xifeng spoke, he hurriedly took off the backpack he had been carrying and took out the contents one by one.

Looking at them one by one, the first thing that caught Wei Ran's attention were the two color photos.

In that group photo, 10 Chinese soldiers wore large five-leaf camouflage with masks and the highly recognizable Type 56 chest strap.

The weapons and equipment in the hands of these people are also very characteristic of the times. The only ones he can recognize are the Type 64 silent submachine gun, the Type 56 submachine gun, the Bayi bar, the Type 67 silent pistol and the small Bayi radio with an antenna.

A few people even deliberately exposed the glory bombs tied with red ropes.

In the second color photo, there is a soldier who is still wearing the large five-leaf camouflage with a mask and holding an August 1st Banner in his hand.

There is also a very conspicuous glory bomb on his neck, and a silver watch can be seen on his exposed wrist.

The difference from the previous group photo is that the ammunition carrying equipment worn by this soldier at this time is not the Type 56 chest rack or the successor Type 81 chest rack. Instead, it is a slightly outrageous military green "vest" with many ammunition pouches.

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Putting down these two photos, Wei Ran picked up a long box and opened it. To his surprise, there was a rather beautiful Type 65 paratrooper knife inside.

Airborne troops?

Wei Ran suppressed the doubts in his heart and looked at the last relic. This time it was a 78-type kettle with extensive signs of use. On this kettle, a five-star red flag the size of a matchbox was embroidered with red and yellow silk thread.

"There is also an 81-bar rifle."

Zha Xifeng said apologetically, "Sorry, I didn't really intend to ask you to help me at first, so I didn't bring the gun over."

"Where is it?"

After Wei Ran finished speaking, he added, "Also, your adoptive father...your adoptive father, Comrade Dongfeng, where is he?"

"That gun is in America, in my home."

Zha Xifeng replied, "I buried my adoptive father outside the village just mentioned, and I have bought all the land nearby."

"Can you tell me about yourself?" Wei Ran asked, "When did you go to the United States?"

"The year after my adoptive father died"

Zha Xifeng answered quite frankly, "In 2000, I got an opportunity to go to the United States, but I did not give up on helping my adoptive father find his comrades."

"You...haven't you tried to contact the Chinese official?" Wei Ran asked a new question after careful consideration.

"When my adoptive father was alive, I asked this question more than once."

Zha Xifeng sighed, "He said every time that it was because of him that he didn't take them back, and he was the only one who could find his comrades. He...he blamed himself very much, and he was not qualified to ask for help.

"

"I know" Wei Ran sighed.

"Comrade Weiran"

Zha Xifeng misunderstood Wei Ran's sigh and asked nervously, "You...can you help me? At least I can find my adoptive father's family. Even if he is the only one who can go home, I will be satisfied."
Chapter completed!