0p0 Chapter 183 My Brother is Called Shunliu 1
Chapter 183 My Brother is Called Shunliu 1
(This is a fanfiction, starring Wang Baoqiang. It's very good, but the plot is exactly as described.)
When she was conscious, Qingmo was washing clothes in the yard. There was no one around. It was a small farmhouse, and there were no other houses nearby.
It's just a small, independent courtyard, a bit far from the village, but not too far.
"Xiao Wu accepts the plot."
The original owner was named Chen Qingmo, 30 years old, with a husband named Liu Baoguo and a younger brother nicknamed Shunliu, whose real name was Chen Erlei.
The siblings lost their mother at a young age, and their father had to work to support the family. So Shunliu was raised by the original owner from a young age, practically growing up on her back.
Shunliu was a late walker when he was little, and he couldn't walk on his own until he was three years old. So the original owner would carry him no matter what he did. Later, their father died, and the two siblings depended on each other for survival. Their affection for each other was beyond words.
He said he swore on his life that he would always protect his sister, but in the end, he broke his promise.
Her younger brother, Chen Erlei, was a hero, a hero of the War of Resistance Against Japan, and a sharpshooter in the Sixth Division of the New Fourth Army. He had killed many enemies and was a hero in the hearts of millions, but he was no longer just her hero.
Sometimes, heroes are caught in a dilemma between their country and their family; they are placed on a high pedestal, unable to advance or retreat.
Because of his superb marksmanship, he was able to complete his missions perfectly every time.
Once, Shunliu received a special mission: to assassinate a general in the enemy's East China region. This mission was of utmost importance, and his superiors repeatedly emphasized that only success was allowed and failure was not permitted, so he dared not slack off in the slightest.
The location of the mission was coincidentally on the hillside opposite the original owner's house, a road that the enemy needed to pass through.
When carrying out the mission, Shunliu ambushed the hillside opposite the original owner's house three days in advance.
For three days and three nights, he refused to eat, drink, or move, afraid that even the slightest mistake would expose him. No one knows how he persevered; perhaps this is the belief of a soldier.
For the past three days, he has been observing what the original owner of this body was doing through the scope of his sniper rifle again and again.
He silently prayed to himself, "Sister, don't worry about what you're doing. I'm right across from our house. I'll always protect you and your husband. Don't worry, Shunliu will take good care of you."
The more genuine his smile was at that moment, the more heartbreaking the ending of the story became.
That day, he killed his general, he completed his mission, but he failed to protect his home.
The Japanese vanguard squad was scouting the road and escorting the general on such an important mission. The squad leader, for some unknown reason, saw the original owner of the body, rushed into her house, and raped her.
Perhaps this is something ingrained in their genes; they never forget their animalistic instincts and are constantly in heat.
No one could understand the despair the original owner felt at that moment. She called out Shunliu's name again and again, her heart breaking.
Around her neck was the whistle that Shunliu had given her. He said that as long as she blew it, he would hear it and come running.
She kept blowing the whistle, hoping he would really hear her and come. It wasn't that she was afraid of dying, but she couldn't die in such a humiliating way. And because of the difference in physical strength between men and women, she couldn't die even if she wanted to.
Her younger brother, Shunliu, could see everything clearly from across the way, but he didn't move. He had his mission, and even with tears in his eyes, his hand holding the gun didn't tremble.
He watched all of this unfold, hearing his sister's desperate cries. He heard it all, but he was powerless to do anything. This was his basic duty as a soldier: to prioritize the mission above all else.
Three Japanese soldiers came out of the house, their clothes still unbuttoned. When the original owner's husband returned and saw this scene, his eyes widened in fury. Without saying a word, he turned around, picked up his butcher knife, and rushed forward.
As expected, the original owner's husband died.
After doing all this, the group turned around and went to report to the troops behind them that everything was safe ahead.
Shunliu endured all of this and killed the general. After killing the general, he rushed down the hillside with bloodshot eyes, chasing after the truck that the people were driving away and shooting at it, determined to kill those three scumbags.
However, the enemy had no intention of getting entangled with him and only wanted to get the general to the hospital as soon as possible. He chased after them for a long distance, but ultimately failed to catch up.
Shunliu returned home dejectedly and saw his sister, who was already in a daze and unconscious. He broke down in tears, overwhelmed by grief, but it was too late to undo the damage.
He repeatedly apologized, talked about his mission, and said he deserved to die, but the original owner remained unmoved. With a turn of her head, she jumped into the dry well and ended her life.
She didn't know what the task Shunliu mentioned was; all she knew was that her home was gone, her husband was dead, and she felt that living was worse than being dead.
Shunliu was raised by her older sister from a young age; her sister was both her sister and her mother.
After his grief subsided, he decided to seek revenge and went alone to kill those who had insulted the original owner of the body. However, just as he was about to take action, the Japanese army surrendered.
At this time, it is unacceptable to kill surrendered soldiers. The Nationalist Army will not allow it, the People's Liberation Army will not allow it, and the people who have fought the fourteen-year War of Resistance against Japan will not allow any mistakes to be made at this moment.
Shunliu was determined to die and wanted to kill the squad leader Sakata, but when the surrendered troops boarded the ship to return home, he only managed to shoot down the enemy's flag.
He is a soldier, and obeying orders is his duty. This is the hope of 400 million people, and we cannot let him ruin the overall situation.
His shooting was his way of fulfilling his duty to his sister. Even knowing he would die, his decision not to kill Sakata was an act of loyalty to the country. At that time, China could not withstand any turmoil.
He died, not at the hands of the enemy, but at the guns of his fellow countrymen, the Nationalist army. At this point, any action he took was considered reactionary, he was no longer a hero, and all his merits would be erased.
But it was something he had to do, and he didn't regret it.
He may have been resentful, considering how those villains had killed tens of thousands of people, and how they could simply surrender and return to their own countries so easily.
And what about those who died? Who will seek justice for them? How many of their fellow countrymen did they kill? Why can they be so easily forgiven?
No one was wrong; it's just that the country was too weak at that time. The dead are already dead, and the living should not have to sacrifice more.
It's hard to say. Do you think the original owner harbored resentment? Maybe yes, maybe no, nobody knows.