The rain poured onto the ground.

The old man was lying on a lounge chair with a radio next to him, and was in the sound of heavy rain. Hearing the noise-filled radio program, the radio program was telling a battle that happened many years ago in the Zenda area.

An unpopular channel broadcasts a very old story, but the old man listens with relish, as if he had experienced it himself.

The heavy rain outside the house was still pouring down wildly, and a thunder suddenly illuminated the whole world. Looking out the house where the old man lived, there were continuous graves.

In the short light given by God, you can see clearly the vastness of the environment in which the elderly live, except for the continuous graves that are opposite the elderly house.

...

"A emergency news has been broadcast. The rainfall in our city has surged in recent days, and the water flow of the Nujiang River has far exceeded the warning line. Please prepare for the transfer of residents along the Nujiang River! The People's Liberation Army will transfer the people of all villages along the Nujiang River."

A message is constantly played on TV and radio.

At the same time, multiple People's Liberation Army units have advanced to several villages along the Nujiang River, and they will be responsible for transferring all the people in the villages along the coast.

Shengli Village, a small village that slowly formed after liberation, welcomed a group of "intruders" in the pouring rain this night.

"Please bring easy-to-carry items to the entrance of the village! Comrades of the People's Liberation Army will escort everyone to a safe place! Please look at each other's neighbors!"

The village chief braved the heavy rain and held a loudspeaker and repeated it. The people from home came out of their homes and moved towards the entrance of the village in the heavy rain.

At the entrance of the village, many military traps were roaring in the heavy rain. The headlights illuminated the entrance of the village, illuminating the road for the people who were dragging their families. A group of young and passionate People's Liberation Army, wearing raincoats that could not hide from the heavy rain, kept meeting the people one by one and sending them into the carriage.

A little guy was carried into the carriage by the People's Liberation Army. Seeing that the little guy was cute, the People's Liberation Army couldn't help but wipe the little guy's wet face with his wet hands. The little guy smiled happily and said in a voice full of childish voice: "Uncle PLA, you are the cutest people."

The PLA smiled and showed two tiger teeth. He said, "I call him brother of the PLA."

"It's the PLA uncle!" said the little guy stubbornly.

"Okay..." The People's Liberation Army had a helpless look on his face and pinched the Niu Xiao Guy's face in revenge, thinking to himself, little brat, I'm only eighteen brother! I'm just eighteen years old like a flower!

After pinching the little kid, the People's Liberation Army quickly flipped out of the car and continued its mission. He helped the old man and carried the kids, and cooperated with his comrades, and soon filled the carriages of the two armies.

The military cards were loaded with all the time, and there was no one else seen at the entrance of the village. However, the People's Liberation Army was worried, so they came forward one by one to ask the people inside whether their neighbors were around and whether there were any widowed elderly people left at home.

After repeated confirmation that there was no lag behind, the group of PLAs who were poured by heavy rain finally gave up their minds. Village Chief, accompanied by the two PLAs, quickly ran over from outside and said to the company commander:

"The water level has risen again! It's less than three meters away from the marching ferry! We have to leave quickly!"

The company commander asked subconsciously: "Are you sure there are no lost fellow villagers around?"

"No...no!" The village chief suddenly shouted: "Nantianmen!"

"Nantianmen?" The company commander subconsciously looked at the mountain not far away and asked: "What's wrong with Nantianmen?"

The village chief said anxiously: "There are more than a thousand graves on the Nantian Gate, and a few strange old men took turns to guard there!" After saying that, the village chief regretted it and hurriedly said: "The terrain of the Nantian Gate is high, and the Nujiang River will definitely not flood there. Comrades of the People's Liberation Army, let's go first."

The village chief was worried that the PLA would be foolish. The water level of the Nujiang River was only three meters away from the bridge that the marching crossed. It would be bad if the PLA would be foolish at the Nantianmen to pick up people.

But when he was worried, he came. The company commander took a breath and said, "No! The rain is so heavy, if a landslide occurs in the Nantianmen gate, it will be bad! Save people!"

"Comrade of the People's Liberation Army, the water level in Nujiang is only three meters away from the marching ferry! If a marching ferry comes, it will be flooded directly!"

The company commander said seriously: "We are the People's Liberation Army and we will never leave a commoner behind! Village Chief, you can go first, just leave a car for me, Xiaoxia, follow me!"

"Comrade of the People's Liberation Army!" the village chief shouted in a hurry, but the company commander was unmoved. He brought a flower and jade with two small tiger teeth with eighteen years old. He rushed into the darkness with a flashlight. The village chief regretted it and stomped his feet, wishing he could slap his mouth twice. He insisted on telling the strange old man out.

...

The radio sound went out completely. It was not that there was no signal, but that the battery was out of power. The old man flipped through the room and couldn't find a battery that could be used. He could only smile and talk to himself:

"God, I even deprived the fun of listening to the radio. Guys, do you think God is bullying me?"

"yes!"

The old man seemed to hear many friends' quipped answers, so he laughed and said with a smile: "You guys, you've been lying for decades and are still uneasy?"

He smiled, but slowly lowered his face.

Squeak

The old man opened the window and captured all the graves outside the house in another illuminated thunderbolt.

He was silent for a long time in the heavy rain that rushed into the house, and then murmured: "My fault, my fault, I shouldn't let you die without a burial place, I shouldn't let you die without a burial place..."

The old man murmured at the dense graves.

People have always thought that under these graves were lying corpses that sacrificed their lives for the country.

People have always believed that thousands of heroic souls who cannot return home are buried on the South Gate of Heaven.

But the old man knows,

The tombs at the Nantianmen are empty...

Because, 88% of those people died but had no place to bury them!

The heavy rain continued to pour down.

Two embarrassed figures crawled hard on the mountain road like steps.

One company commander and one soldier.

The company commander said, "Fortunately, this mountain road is the same as the steps, otherwise we should not think about climbing up."

The soldier said: "Company Commander, this looks like a man carved it out."

"Who is so idle?" the company commander muttered, and the two of them returned to their embarrassment and silence, and continued to crawl with difficulty. Finally, they arrived at the mountainside of Nantianmen and saw a continuous grave in a sudden thunderbolt.

"God! So many graves!" the soldier was shocked.

"There was a war here during the War of Resistance. These tombs should have been left behind at that time." The company commander said uncertainly. He secretly regretted that he should have worshipped these heroes here for a long time. All the heroes who sacrificed their lives for the country are worthy of their descendants' worship, because they have forged the backbone of a country!

The house opposite the grave was very conspicuous. The lights from the house made the two of them feel infinite strength. This trip was not in vain, and these embarrassing things were not in vain!

The two of them ran quickly towards the house in the rain. When they approached, the company commander said, "Make a sound! Don't scare the old man!"

The soldier muttered in his heart: Can he be brave enough to guard so many graves? Of course, even though he muttered, he still shouted loudly: "Old man! Are you there? Are you there? We are the People's Liberation Army!"

Inside the house.

The old man was stunned when he heard the sudden sound and hurriedly pushed open the door. Two embarrassed figures were walking not far away.

"Crazy! It's so heavy rain, are you running around the world?" The old man immediately rebuked, and his full rebuke made the company commander and the soldier stunned. This... seems wrong, right?

We are here to save people, right?

Although the company commander muttered in his heart, he smiled and walked into the simple house in the heavy rain:

"Old man, it's going to be flooded!"

"Nonsense! Zenda hasn't been so heavy in decades. It would be strange if the Nujiang River doesn't make a noise after raining for such a long time!" The old man said angrily, looking at the two people who turned into roosters and said, "It's crazy! With such heavy rain, why are you running here for such a good time?"

"What can you do? Of course I will take you away!" The soldier with little tiger teeth blamed him and said, "You are also very worried. The rain is so heavy, aren't you afraid of mudslides in the Nantianmen? Old man, clean up and we will take you away!"

The old man was stunned and hesitantly said, "You are going up the mountain to take me down?"

"Yes, otherwise we will go crazy and go up the mountain with such heavy rain?" The Huya Xiaobing said quickly. The company commander glared at Xiaobing and said, "Old man, communication here is inconvenient. You must have not received the radio. Please clean up and we will take you down!"

The old man looked at the two people who fell more than once when they climbed up and said hesitantly: "Are you worth it for me, the old man?"

"Hey, old man, are you talking about this? We are the People's Liberation Army, and it is not our responsibility to protect the people? You, stop talking about this, hurry up and clean up, Xiaoxia and I will take you down!" The company commander said with a smile, and the soldiers beside him nodded: "The march ferry is almost flooded, we have to leave quickly."

A thunder flashed through the sky, and the old man's thoughts returned to many years ago. At that time, someone said something similar to him on the South Heaven Gate.

The old man was stunned. When the soldiers urged him, he suddenly said: "When a disaster occurs, soldiers naturally stood in front of the people. The disaster tortures people. The soldiers plunged into the disaster and saved the people they protected."

The company commander and the soldier looked at each other, not knowing what the old man meant.

"Many years ago, on that," the old man pointed to the mountain and said, "A little bastard named Xia said this to me. He said that such a soldier is a soldier."

The company commander suddenly realized that the old man was a person with a story, but at this moment, it was not the old man's turn to be such a "leisure". He could only signal the soldiers to urge him, and he retained the right to be a good person. The old man's temper must be strange and he must follow it.

The soldier was about to urge him, but he heard the old man continue to say: "Later, the guy named Xia taught many people to be such a soldier. Later, many people joined here and became such a soldier..."

"He's called earning..."

The old man's story was not told to the company commander, because the company commander and the soldier followed, struggling to protect the old man from the mountain road that was like steps down the mountain in the rain. As the flood roared, he walked through the marching ferry that was about to be swallowed.

The company commander carried the old man on his back and was racing against the flood that swallowed everything.

A thunderbolt illuminated the whole world again, and muds and stones rolled on the South Gate of Heaven, devouring everything.

The soldier was still scared when he saw this scene.

The old man looked back at the Nantian Gate, which had begun to roar like many years ago, and said in a strange murmur: "Nantian Gate..."

A mudslide swallowed all the traces on the South Gate of Heaven, and also swallowed up the places where a group of people fought and sacrificed, but the old man lived and began to tell a story from a long time ago to many people, a story of a person bringing a group of people into the light.

The story is actually very unpleasant.

However, the old man witnessed the "illusion" depicted by a man a long time ago, and was told by a group of soldiers named the Chinese People's Liberation Army with real actions that it was not an illusion.

That's true.

The old man later thought that those people who died at the South Gate of Heaven had no place to die, they had really fulfilled their duties as soldiers.

Protect the family, defend the country, and protect the people.
Chapter completed!