"Elder Brother Xu, you're absolutely right!"
Lin Tiejun immediately perked up. This Elder Brother Xu before him clearly knew his stuff!
Suppressing his excitement, he hurriedly said, "My old regimental commander's plaque was exactly like that!"
"During the Defense of Jiangcheng, the fighting blotted out the sky! Tanks and shells came pouring in like a tidal wave!"
"Our old commander led us in holding them off with our lives for seven days and seven nights! We ran out of ammunition and food, and everyone was crazed with killing, but in the end, we held our position!"
"After the war, they wanted to award him a rank and honors, but all he said was, 'The credit isn't mine.' He gave all the credit to our fallen brothers, then left the army to return to farming. We never heard from him again!"
At this point, Lin Tiejun's eyes involuntarily reddened.
Those hard-fought years and that bond between comrades had left a mark he would never forget.
The old man in plain clothes listened quietly, deep emotion appearing on his heavily lined face.
"He had integrity and a sense of duty."
"That generation had backbones forged from iron."
Those words struck a chord deep in Lin Tiejun's heart.
He nodded firmly and continued, "I'd thought he had died on the battlefield, but not long ago, I finally found him in Jiangcheng. He's still alive!"
"And I found a treasure in his home!"
Lin Tiejun's voice rose without him realizing it.
"There were words engraved on the gun, too. It was bestowed on him by Qin Lie, the God of War!"
"But I searched every archive I could access and couldn't find his name anywhere!"
"His descendants have suffered relentless bullying in Jiangcheng. They aren't even recognized as the descendants of a hero!"
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