Time travel rebellion, I'm serious

Chapter 640 Is my father not dead?

Liu Wu didn't care much about the competition in the army. After all, it was not a vicious competition, so at this time Liu Wu was preparing to visit the families of the victims of the Guiyi Brigade.

There were many members of the Guiyi Brigade and many victims, but most of them were people from northern Xinjiang, and Liu Wu did not have the ability to visit them.

But those soldiers who set out from the center were all officers with ideals.

Some of these officers came from the veteran camp at the beginning, and some joined later, but no matter what, if they can become officers, they all come from the martial arts hall.

And Liu Wu was the head of the martial arts hall. Every officer who went north was Liu Wu's student, and even Liu Wu taught him personally.

But now, with the confirmation of the list of dead, Liu Wu felt very heavy in his heart.

Let’s not talk about how their families are, let’s just say that Liu Wu felt uncomfortable.

Therefore, Liu Wu needs to visit each family at this time, not to express condolences, but to seek peace of mind, and then take care of their families.

The first stop is Hetu Mountain. This is where the Han army started, so it has the most officers and the most sacrifices.

Zhang Yangbo, formerly known as Zhang Quandan, was born in the veteran camp, later entered the martial arts hall, and went north to become the captain of the fourth brigade of the 51rd Infantry Battalion of the Guiyi Brigade. He fought bravely and killed [-] enemies in formation. He performed the "Thunder" operation and died in the battle. Among them, there are no corpses left, and only tombs have been built in northern Xinjiang.

Therefore, Liu Wu came to this family first.

There are two parents, a wife, two sons and two daughters in his family. The oldest is only nine years old, and the youngest is just one year old.

It can be said that because of his status in the Han army, life at home will not be difficult. He is the only son in the family, and the child is young, so the family is the most vulnerable.

"Uncle Zhang, I'm here to see you!"

Liu Wu knocked on the door of Zhang's house. When an old man opened the door and saw that the person coming was Liu Wu, his sad expression changed to one of joy.

"The grand ceremony wine is here, old woman, hurry up and prepare delicious food!!"

Uncle Zhang shouted loudly, obviously very happy about Liu Wu's arrival.

Liu Wu repeatedly refused. After all, as a member of Operation Thunder, the news of the death in action was the first to come, so there was no need to count it at all.

Therefore, Uncle Zhang already knew about his son's death in battle, and now Liu Wu wants to eat delicious food at his house. I'm afraid he can't forgive himself.

And, he felt guilty.

It's not that he felt guilty for the death of the soldiers, but that Zhang Yangbo felt guilty because he couldn't even find the bones and could only build a tomb.

The distance between Leizhou and Northern Xinjiang is really too far, perhaps so far that Uncle Zhang and his wife, daughter-in-law, grandson and granddaughter cannot even see a tomb.

"Uncle Zhang, you don't have to be too busy. I just want to see if your family life is difficult and if your health is good."

Liu Wu spoke in a gentle manner and did not appear to curse in front of a group of commanders regardless of his image.

"Very good, very good!"

Uncle Zhang nodded repeatedly, and Liu Wu looked around at his home. Although it was not luxurious, it was not shabby either. It was obvious that the life at home was good.

Uncle Zhang pulled Liu Wu to sit down, then poured Liu Wu a cup of tea, and asked Liu Wu to quickly step forward to help.

"Hey, Uncle Zhang, I can do this!"

"How can this be done? You are a guest, how can we let the guest do it!"

Mr. Zhang is very simple and has a smile.

Then, the two sides chatted about family affairs. Liu Wu asked about this and that, whether he wanted to know the bodies of the two old people, and secretly helped them feel their pulses.

In short, it is as warm as possible to comfort the two elderly people out of their sorrow.

"Grand Sacrificial Wine, we know what you mean!"

The two old men easily saw Liu Wu's intentions, so they seemed very free and easy.

"Quandan died in the battle in Beijiang. In fact, we have already known for a long time. After all, who among the soldiers can live to old age? It's just a matter of time!"

"Besides, my children are also very successful. They defeated the barbarians and destroyed 51 enemy soldiers with [-] people. If I tell you this, my family will gain face!"

"Under Da Qian's rule, our family was so miserable that we couldn't afford to eat, and we were nothing. Then the White Lotus Sect came, and we could barely afford to eat, but we still couldn't eat enough."

"But now that our family is well fed, clothed and sheltered, and our son has earned such great military honors, our village is planning to build a large ancestral hall to honor these children who died in the war."

"The most important thing is that our family is now considered a family of officials. If we create a family tree, it will be easier for our children to find wives in the future, and our granddaughters will be able to marry a good man, so their lives will not have to be too hard."

"This is a good day, a good day that will never come back in eight lifetimes."

"So we are sad, but more happy, and you don't have to feel guilty about it!!"

The two old men may not have much education or experience, but they live clearly, see clearly, and know what Liu Wu is thinking.

Having said all this, it’s just that I don’t want Liu Wu to worry about them! !

Liu Wu was a little silent and very moved in his heart.

At this time, Zhang Yangbo's wife came over dressed in plain clothes, holding an infant child in her arms, and holding an eight or nine-year-old child in her hand.

"Uncle Liu Wu!"

As soon as they met, Zhang Goudan pounced on Liu Wu.

"Hey, little Dandan is here!"

Little Dandan, whose nickname is Goudan, is Liu Wu’s name for this eight or nine-year-old child.

Liu Wu was very fond of children and liked to play with them the most. He had also met the children in the old camp and was very fond of this little guy.

Liu Wu caught Zhang Goudan, then picked him up and pinched his cheek.

"How is your study recently?"

It was a good thing that Liu Wu didn't say this. When he said it, the little guy's brows furrowed, and he kept his words concise and to the point.

"Great, it would be even better if there was no homework!!"

When Liu Wu heard this, a heartfelt smile appeared on his face.

To be honest, the children don't have much homework, that is, the Chinese New Year is about to come, so Master Rao personally assigned some articles for them to memorize at home, and they will have to check and recite them when they return to school.

These are all small things,

Little things.

But the child's mind was not on this, but asked curiously.

"Uncle Liu Wu, they all said that my father is dead?"

"I know what death is."

"If you fall asleep, you will never wake up again. Then you will bury it in the soil and never play with me."

"It turns out that many of my good friends are like this, like Niudan, Ergou, and Sanya."

Zhang Goudan clapped his fingers and said the names of people one by one. These were all his friends before he came to the Han Army. They all died suddenly one day, and then never happened again.

So he was curious.

"But I haven't seen my father sleeping, nor have I seen the grave?"

"So Uncle Liu Wu, you said my father is dead, are they lying to me??"

Zhang Goudan's eyes widened, hoping in his heart that Liu Wu would say that his father was not dead.

After all, an eight or nine-year-old child, living in poverty, is already sensible, how can he not know what death is.

Liu Wu was silent.