In hatred, I saw Xiao Shanzi lying on the ground, lifeless.

Intense sadness struck again.

"But this is all I can do!"

Haitang was lost in thought and seemed to be mumbling to herself.

As if he was comforting Xiao Shanzi softly.

Apology magnifies self-blame exponentially.

"Only to lure away the jackals!"

Suddenly, Begonia seemed to be howling.

It seems that I want to explain to Xiao Shanzi, but I feel ashamed to face my favorite child.

"Otherwise neither of you will survive!"

"Can't survive!!"

That woman who was originally upright.

At this time, he was completely helpless.

The cries filled with blood and tears made the audience heartbroken.

“The palms and backs of my hands are full of flesh!

The left hand and the right hand are connected to the heart!"

Holding Xiao Yimeng tightly.

It seemed to be a cry of blood and tears.

"Which one to keep! Which one to leave!

Which one to keep! Which one to leave!!”

Holding Xiao Yimeng's hand, Haitang, who was experiencing great pain, cried endlessly.

"Whoever is left behind will feel sad!!"

Such a question.

Who can give a best-of-both-worlds answer?

"Child!

Please forgive me, mother!"

It seemed like he was tired of crying.

Haitang moaned sadly.

"You are still confused,

How do you know your mother’s difficulties?”

Haitang's cry seemed to be saying

because

Yimeng people, a promise worth a thousand pieces of gold!

"Dear child.

How do you know?

What is it for?"

Thousands of words are stuck in my throat.

No matter what choice she makes, all that is left for Haitang is the condemnation of her conscience and the tearing of her heart.

"You left in such a hurry!

Ah! You left in such a hurry!"

Begonia, who lost her beloved son, cried bitterly again.

In this turbulent era, we have no control over ourselves.

A lonely mother seems so helpless now.

"Oh my God!

Open your eyes!

It’s pity that my child has such a miserable life!”

He beat his chest and stamped his feet, pinching his chest tightly with both hands.

Haitang yelled as if she was blaming herself.

It was your mother who gave you your life with her own hands!!

"Longevity is a dream!"

"The blood-stained green hills bring spring again!"

Haitang gritted her teeth!

The feeling of power in my bones suddenly exploded!!

“Longevity is a dream!

Blood-stained green mountains spring again!"

Stand up!

Haitang's high-spirited figure seems to be telling people!

Fate cannot defeat a mother.

"The blood-stained green hills bring spring again!"

At this moment, the audience couldn't help but feel slightly lost.

The blood-stained green hills bring spring back to life!

This seems to be the most authentic portrayal of that era!

If you ask your neighbors around, you will find that their relatives have died at the hands of the enemy!!

It is the gathering of this kind of grief and indignation!

In that old anti-Japanese base area, the army and the people were united!!

Yuanziya Village in Yimeng Mountain.

There is a kind of power buried deep in the hearts of every soldier and civilian.

A force that is determined to fight all enemies to the end and never surrender!!

The intense sadness that was exaggerated to the extreme just now turned into an unparalleled determination to fight!!

The gentle music switched to a majestic and powerful chorus!!

【Spread pancakes for loved ones】!

[Busy day and night supporting the army]!!

The villagers on the stage were busy.

Make pancakes, sew shoes, and cut clothes.

The soldiers are protecting the village with their lives.

The villagers spent all their money to express condolences to the soldiers.

Such a united army and civilians immediately inspired people!

Although he was busy, there was one detail that was captured by some viewers.

At the beginning, half of the villagers who appeared were men.

At this time, there were almost no men among the villagers.

All the men joined the army and fought in the war, while these women, children, old and young, were in the village, doing what they could for the army.

The eyes of the old leaders in the audience were all wet.

He came here after listening to his father's story.

The stories told by my father in the past seemed to have become reality at this moment.

I still vaguely remember that my old father gently touched his head and said.

"My dear, I'm not in a daze, I'm thinking about your uncle."

"Where have all my uncles gone?"

"Uncle, uncle, haha, no worries"
To be continued...