Four Hundred Million Soldiers Guard the Great Wall; Why Leave Our Nation's Grievance for Our Children to Settle?

"Mm."

Yue Xiaofei nodded, unable to calm his emotions for a long time.

"Young master, there's more to the letter, isn't there? We want to know what happened to Young Master Lu Zhenhua," Bai Zhengling asked.

At that, Yue Xiaofei carefully unfolded the next letter.

He cleared his throat and continued reading:

"Elder Sister, every day and every moment here, we live on the edge of life and death. But we've also felt a fierce warmth and been moved in ways we never imagined."

"You would never believe it, but the people on the south bank of the Gusu River have more fire in them than we do."

"Ever since we took up our positions at Sihang Warehouse, the south bank has been packed every day. Old people stand by the river leaning on canes, women hold their children and rise on tiptoe to look across, and even students hold up signs reading [Defend Modu]."

"Stray bullets from the Japanese Invaders reach the south bank now and then, but no one is willing to leave."

"Every time we repel an attack, a deafening cheer erupts from the other side. It carries over the gunfire and lifts our spirits more than any ammunition could!"

"One morning, several young people in student uniforms rowed over through a hail of bullets. Their boat was loaded with compressed biscuits, bandages, and ammunition."

"The student leading them said, 'Comrades, we don't have guns, but we can bring you supplies! You hold the front line, and we'll hold the rear!'"

"Merchants brought canned food, workers brought tools, and even beggars pressed the copper coins they'd saved for days into our hands."

"Regimental Commander Xie's eyes reddened as he looked at the mountain of supplies. He said we needed more than supplies. We needed a national flag!"