Chapter 451 The sad past

Li Hao over there looked at the old man surnamed Jiang who was limping silently forward with complete admiration... His back was so unattainable... like a mountain...

I saw the limping old man named Jiang slowly walking towards the back mountain.

Yang Hua and the others were following behind, wondering what he was going to do...

Bai Xiaodie and Li Hao on one side followed the old man at the same time...

I saw a few people slowly walking through a dense jungle and arriving at a wide area in front!

What comes into view is row after row of tombstones...

Those tombstones are all made of simple stones... Some of them are already covered with thatch... Looking at the total, there are actually forty or fifty tombs...

At this moment, when the cold wind blew... the dead leaves and branches on the ground were blown up by the wind... and slapped on these desolate tombstones...

Those tombstones seem to have been there for many years... The piled stones have turned black after years of wind and rain... Some of the stones will break when touched... It can be seen that these simple tombstones are at least

There is also a situation of ten or twenty years...

Looking at the rows of graves... Yang Hua unconsciously felt an infinite sense of sadness in his heart... It felt like a hero's end...

Next to them, Li Hao and Bai Xiaodie didn't speak. They looked at the rows of graves in front of them with wide eyes...

Those graves whined when the cold wind blew, as if they were whispering something vulgar to them...

Maybe the people buried here...only the painful past can solve the mysteries one after another...

I saw an old man named Jiang walking forward slowly...

Finally, he squatted down in front of the row of tombstones, slowly stretched out a pair of boring hands, and gently touched the long-standing tombstones...

Yang Hua on the side was stunned... and Li Hao was the same!

Only Bai Xiaodie, with a pair of watery eyes exuding a kind of sadness, looked at Uncle Jiang in front of her... Because she was the only one who knew that after living with Uncle Jiang for so many years, the old man would come to the back mountain to meet him almost every day.

Former comrades-in-arms said that although those former comrades-in-arms who were buried under the loess could no longer hear his voice...but he would still talk about it every day as always...

A whole 20 years!

I saw Uncle Jiang sitting in the thatch all of a sudden...

Suddenly he turned around and looked at Yang Hua and the others in front of him...

"Do you know why this city became like this?" His voice itself was hoarse... At this moment, coupled with the strong sense of desolation in his voice, it sounded doubly gloomy...

Although Yang Hua and the others knew a little bit...but they knew nothing about the real past of this city!

Of course the same is true for Li Hao and others! In the army, this long-lost city is almost never mentioned. Even the name of Bai Sairen, the former most famous special instructor in the country, has become a forbidden word...

Then they all shook their heads!

Uncle Jiang slowly raised his old face full of vicissitudes of life, blinked at the city that had lost its luster and was now in ruins, and sighed: "I think back then, the city was the most prosperous in the country.

The city has now become an empty city...a city in ruins..."

His voice seemed to be sighing, but also seemed to be sad!

"Do you know why this city became like this?" Uncle Jiang suddenly laughed.

Although he was laughing, his voice sounded like he was crying.

Yang Hua and the others looked at him, unable to say a word.

The old man named Jiang suddenly lamented and said, "It's just because of us."

As he spoke, he looked at the rows of tombs here.

Yang Hua and the others' hearts lit up...could it be because they were in front of them...they were the same group of special forces soldiers who were said to be treasonous?

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Uncle Jiang cast his eyes on this cold city and spoke slowly in a strange voice: "I think back then... when 46 of us came to this city... the sky was still very blue at that time...

…The scenery is still beautiful, but in less than a year, the sky here has turned red…”

"In twenty years... who knows the sorrow of us abandoned people?" Jiang Shui suddenly roared...

He pointed at the rows of graves: "Dalin, political commissar, Xiaobao..." He called out to those comrades who had been buried under the loess...

My ears instantly recalled the comrades who fell one by one in the sea of ​​fire... Their unwillingness, anger, and all the grievances could only be turned into a long story...

"Do you know who are buried here?" Uncle Jiang suddenly looked at Yang Hua and the others with blood-red eyes and said.

Although Yang Hua and the others understood it in their hearts, they could not say it out loud.

"They are all my comrades...all are traitors...haha..." Suddenly Uncle Jiang started laughing crazily as he spoke, especially when he said the three words "rebel".

"Uncle Jiang, no one dares to say that you are!" Bai Xiaodie on the side said with tears, thinking that her father had been imprisoned for nearly twenty years for this immortal crime.

Li Hao on the other hand was also shocked. People in the army and the government said that during the last secret mission, the most famous special forces in the country became rebels. Is this a lie?

But they didn't know that for a lie, these forty or fifty heroes who had been serving the country were all lying here. For twenty years, no one cared about them, no one mentioned their names, and their lives.

Deeds seem to be forgotten forever...

Uncle Jiang stood up slowly...and suddenly pulled his left leg away with his hand.

"Have you seen?"

"This...this gunshot wound is what they left for me back then."

I saw a deep scar on Uncle Jiang's leg.

"Fortunately, I was lucky. The bricks and tiles buried me... and knocked me unconscious. Otherwise, there would have been another tomb here." Uncle Jiang was heard crying and laughing.

Li Hao suddenly remembered for no reason that once upon a time, when he was in the army, he had heard someone say that there was a sharpshooter in Bai Songren's army... It is said that when they encircled and suppressed them, nearly 100 of them were sent out.

The elite sniper was almost half killed by a guy from Bai Songren's army... Suddenly he remembered that Li Hao turned his eyes to the old man in front of him who was over fifty years old...
Chapter completed!