After decades of lonely life, the people around him are two worlds. Every day when I close the stall and go home and close the door, all the scenes of the past appear and enter my own world. Everything in the past will be brought into the coffin with myself, which was originally like this.

Li Shuai's appearance made Mr. Zhao smell the scent of his comrades.

"They are younger than you, and they are all heroes who have experienced many battles." Mr. Zhao took out a photo and handed it to Li Shuai. The photo was mottled and faded, and he could vaguely recognize the appearance of the characters. A company photo was wearing a military uniform from the Liberation period.

Two turbid tears rolled down from Mr. Zhao's eyes, "All of them are sacrificed, I will survive."

In addition to Mr. Zhao, more than 200 people were sacrificed one after another. After the company was rebuilt, Mr. Zhao became the company commander. He fought all the way, and people continued to sacrifice and replenish troops. After fighting against the U.S. Aggression and aid Korea, the company sacrificed more than 3,000 soldiers, and generations of soldiers sacrificed their lives.

Through the old photos, Li Shuai can see the scene of the martyrs charging towards the enemy positions in the war-torn era. The sufferings of the past are intertwined with the happiness of the present. Continuous comparisons make his guilt deeper and deeper. He deeply realizes that his generation is not doing well enough. Li Shuai claims to have made a lot of contributions to the country and the people, and his scars are witnesses. But compared with Mr. Zhao's generation, especially those martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the country in their best youth, his contribution is really not worth mentioning.

Uncle Zhao fell into memories, and the memories of his military career that had been buried for many years slowly unfolded in front of Li Shuai.

Mr. Zhao's real name is Zhao Mingde, and he is from Northeast China. He was born in 1930. He grew up in the war years. At the age of sixteen, he secretly ran out and followed the troops south and never returned to his hometown. After joining the army, he followed the troops all the way south to Hainan Island. After the founding of New China, he entered Yunnan with his troops and suppressed bandits in Guangxi until the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. The troops entered North Korea to participate in the war and participated in two battles. After the troops returned to China, Zhao Mingde was already the battalion commander. After a year of rest, he moved to the plateau. In 1962, he participated in the self-defense counterattack. The troops then moved to the port city. Zhao Mingde, who was already the deputy regiment commander, applied for a transfer due to personal reasons, and disappeared in front of everyone. He gave up all his treatment and lived in seclusion in this small county town.

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Li Shuai deeply felt the mood at that time from Mr. Zhao's description. When his comrades around him fell one by one, he was favored by God, survived again and again, and continued to receive promotion and praise, which in Mr. Zhao's view were torture.

Every night he seemed to hear the roar of his comrades as he charged forward. How can ordinary people understand such pain?

Li Shuai wiped off the tears and said, "Old Chief, I understand, I can understand your choice. You divided all the money into several parts and sent it to the family of the sacrificed comrades. Over the years, you have sent all the money you have done in various things and made to the family of the sacrificed comrades, and you have lost yourself."

"I survived by living a life of mercy. I didn't have the same face as lying on their bodies and promoted the title. Doing my best to make their family live a better life is the only thing that can be done, and it is also the reason why God let me survive." Mr. Zhao shook his head and said.

"You don't even get married for this reason. After living alone for so many years, you really don't have to do this." Li Shuai felt very distressed. For sixty years, he insisted on doing one thing for more than half a century.

Uncle Zhao opened the wooden box on the coffee table, which was very well-made and well-maintained.

What appeared in front of Li Shuai was a box of military medals, commendation orders, honor certificates, and commemorative medals, all of which were light yellow that shone with history after years of hardship.

"Aren't you all these things you want? You can take them, you can take them." Mr. Zhao said without any nostalgia. In his heart, these rewards were from his comrades who had sacrificed their lives, and they deserved them.

Li Shuai looked carefully one by one, counting one by one.

Two special merits, five first-class merits, thirteen second-class merits, five third-class merits, more than a dozen commemorative medals, more than twenty commendations... Most of them were obtained by participating in the battle, and there were more than a dozen award units, including East China Military Region, Southwest Military Region, and a field army political department...

Uncle Zhao is not a warrior, he is the God of War.

It is completely conceivable that if Mr. Zhao had not changed his career back then, he might have achieved something he could not imagine today. But he resolutely changed his career and used his second half of his life to support his family's life for his sacrificed comrades. The remittance slip as thick as a dictionary is a proof!

Li Shuai made a rough calculation. From the late 1960s to the present, Mr. Zhao has remitted money to hundreds of martyrs' families, but it has not been interrupted in one year. The total amount of money has reached more than five million! In the entire half century, hundreds of martyrs' families have more than five million!

In the passbook used by Mr. Zhao, the deposit was only more than 1,000 yuan.

Li Shuai's eyes were red, and his hands holding the passbook were trembling.

"Old leader, you should let more people know you. Please agree to tell more people about your deeds. Your spirit is necessary for this era." Li Shuai asked sincerely.

Mr. Zhao sighed slightly and said, "This world is not peaceful. I can guess what army you served in and what you have done before. I saw the shadows of those young martyrs in you. Child, I promise you that if my wreckage can still play a role, then play a role."

"But you have to promise me one thing."

Li Shuai said, "I promise, you said."

Mr. Zhao took out a passbook from the bottom of the box and handed it to Li Shuai, "I have done what I can do to my sacrificed brothers. This is my remaining possessions. Donate them for me to donate to those in need. After I die, if I can, I will put a party flag on me. I joined the party at the age of 18, and I have never done anything to be sorry to the party in my life."

Li Shuai was crying and gritted his teeth and said, "Old Chief, you will definitely be a hundred years old, you will definitely be."

"So what if I live a few more days? I should be reunited with my brothers." Mr. Zhao smiled transcendently.

"Old leader, please don't think like this, never think like this. Old leader, I promise you, but please keep this money, and I agree to all your requests." Li Shuai said with tears in his eyes.

Mr. Zhao laughed, "Okay! I am still not dead for a while, and I can set up a breakfast stall for a few more years and make some more money!"

At the age of 88, he still insists on selling breakfast every day. If it weren't for the strong belief in his heart, who could have persisted? What supported Mr. Zhao was his belief as a party member. He joined the party at the age of 18 and had a full seventy years of party membership and the spirit of a super old party member of the same age as the country. It is not magnificent, but silently dedicated.

Uncle Zhao spent a full seventy years practicing his persistence and spirit as a party member!
Chapter completed!