0p0 Chapter 132 Lin Wangshu's Decision
Chapter 132 Lin Wangshu's Decision
That day, when Jiang Weidong parachuted, he didn't reach the correct altitude and landed, resulting in either death or serious injury.
Fortunately, he was caught by a lush tree and ended up hanging from a branch.
Hearing the barking of dogs in the distance, Jiang Weidong didn't dare to delay. He took out his dagger and cut the parachute lines.
After estimating his height from the ground, Jiang Weidong jumped down from the tree. After landing steadily, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.
Looking down, he saw that his stomach had been pierced by a sharp branch, and it was bleeding profusely.
Jiang Weidong had a bad feeling; dogs have a keen sense of smell and can catch him just by the smell of blood.
Jiang Weidong quickly covered the bloodstains on the ground, and without even bandaging his wound, he began to flee for his life.
But the pursuers behind him were close behind, and no matter where Jiang Weidong ran, the barking of dogs behind him never left him.
This can't go on any longer. Jiang Weidong felt his strength gradually being depleted, and it was getting dark.
At night, the situation became even more dire, as the jungle was riddled with traps dug by local villagers, which were difficult to spot even during the day, let alone at night.
Jiang Weidong stopped, looked around, chose a suitable tree, climbed up, hid himself in the dense branches, held his breath, and waited for the pursuers to arrive.
Soon, a dog came barking and chasing after them. It sniffed around the tree where Jiang Weidong was hiding, barking fiercely as if trying to lure its owner over.
Jiang Weidong held a dagger, his eyes fierce, and crouched down like a leopard hunting its prey. When the pursuers arrived, he leaped down from the tree.
Before the person could react, she covered his mouth and nose with one hand and decisively slit his neck.
Dogs without leashes are no threat. When he saw the military dog baring its teeth and biting at him, Jiang Weidong took a dagger and went to meet it, mercilessly cutting open its belly.
Having eliminated this biggest threat, Jiang Weidong dared not let his guard down, knowing there were still pursuers closing in. He sheathed his dagger and nimbly disappeared into the jungle, vanishing without a trace.
Soon, a man dressed as a civilian arrived with several soldiers. Upon seeing the corpses of a man and a dog on the ground, the leader looked furious.
Crouching down, the leader carefully examined the wounds on the man and the dog, discovering that both had been fatally wounded with ruthless methods. It seemed the opponent was no ordinary foe, and his expression turned serious.
After clearing away the dog's body, the leader found a photograph. He picked it up, dusted it off, and saw a smiling, beautiful young woman in the picture.
It seemed to be the pilot's sweetheart. The leader chuckled and put the photo away.
Then he picked up the walkie-talkie and mumbled a few words. After hearing his superior's reply, he looked unwilling, but in the end he gritted his teeth and led his men to retreat.
After it got completely dark, Jiang Weidong finally stopped. Feeling that he had shaken off his pursuers, he found a sturdy tree and climbed up it.
By the moonlight, Jiang Weidong finally had time to treat his wounds, but there was no medicine available, so he could only tear off a piece of his clothing and hastily bandage it.
After finishing his business, Jiang Weidong felt utterly exhausted and leaned weakly against the tree trunk.
Feeling the stinging pain from his wound, Jiang Weidong reached into his chest pocket, trying to distract himself by looking at Xiaoyue's photo.
But he found nothing. Jiang Weidong's expression hardened. It seemed the photo had fallen out at some point.
Helpless, Jiang Weidong could only rest his head on his arm, gazing at the bright full moon in the sky, longing for his beloved girl far away in his hometown.
Little moon, don't be sad, I'll come home!
The bright moon knows not the bitterness of parting; its slanting light shines through the red door until dawn.
Inside the room, the window was open. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Lin Wangshu sat there in a daze, sitting there all night until dawn.
Zheng Jianhua's voice still echoed in her ears, "Wei Dong was indeed captured. During the negotiations, the other side produced your photo, which he must have been carrying with him."
"But the negotiations didn't go well. They had big appetites and made unrealistic demands. I think they probably won't let Weidong come back so easily."
Hearing these words, Lin Wangshu felt as if her heart was burning with rage. The thought of Jiang Weidong suffering at this moment made her unable to stay on Songshan Island any longer.
Lin Wangshu couldn't wait to go to the front line and get as close to Jiang Weidong as possible.
Because of the character Xiuxiu, Lin Wangshu did receive orders to go to the front lines to offer condolences, and she planned to leave after celebrating Anjie's fiftieth birthday.
However, because Jiang Weidong had disappeared, the organization, understanding her current situation, informed her that she didn't need to go, and even if she applied voluntarily, it would be to no avail.
They endured the days, but there was still no news of Jiang Weidong. The Jiang family members grew more and more disappointed, and their hearts sank lower and lower.
Perhaps Heaven felt that the suffering inflicted upon them was not enough, because on this day the Jiang family received a letter from Zheng Jianming.
After Lin Wangshu opened it, a flyer fell out. The first thing that caught her eye was a photo that took up the vast majority of the flyer.
The people on top were blown to pieces, their clothes torn and tattered, but you could still vaguely make out that they were our army uniforms.
The Chinese wording on the leaflet was awkward, but the gist was that "Xiuxiu's" husband wielded a butcher's knife and harmed our soldiers and civilians, but he reaped what he sowed and was killed by our heroic villagers.
Interspersed throughout were phrases like, "You are fighting an unjust war," and "Go home and think of your families who are waiting for you."
Finally, it did not forget to warn that any enemy forces that attempt to invade us will be submerged in the vast ocean of our people.
The person making the flyers seemed to have seen the movie "Xiuxiu," as it included a still of her from the film, next to which was a personal photo of Lin Wangshu, the very same one that Jiang Weidong kept close to his body.
According to Zheng Jianhua, these were propaganda leaflets scattered by Vietnam/Southern Vietnam on our positions, intended to wear down the soldiers' fighting spirit.
After all, Lin Wangshu's Xiuxiu was quite famous among the soldiers, and most of them liked her.
The reason why Lin Wangshu was sent to the front line to offer his condolences was also due to the strong requests of these soldiers.
Seeing the horrific state of the person in the photo, An Jie cried out in anguish, her voice piercingly mournful, "Wei Dong, don't you want your mother anymore?!"
Seemingly unable to bear such immense grief, Anjie couldn't catch her breath, her body went limp, and she was about to faint.
Jiang Defu could no longer contain his grief and covered his face, weeping bitterly, "My son!"
At this moment, Jiang Weiguo and Yafiya Ning couldn't even think about their grief. They quickly helped their parents sit down, afraid that something else might happen to them.
Only Jiang Weimin remembered the kindness his second brother had shown him. Holding the flyer, he looked at the photo and began to sob.
But Lin Wangshu didn't show any sadness on her face. She snatched the flyer from Jiang Weimin's hand and examined it carefully. She felt that something was wrong.
“Dad, Mom, this isn’t Weidong. Look, Weidong has a scar on his back. Do you remember? It’s from when Dad hit him with the belt.”
Lin Wangshu finally noticed something was wrong and excitedly took the photo to show them. The person in the photo was lying on the ground, with most of their back exposed, and it was indeed smooth.
"Oh, really! Is Wei Dong still alive?" An Jie looked and saw that it was true, and immediately burst into tears of joy.
Lin Wangshu nodded, "Definitely, they can't catch Wei Dong, so they can only resort to these kinds of tricks."
Knowing that Jiang Weidong was alright, Lin Wangshu's anger and fighting spirit surged up. "They want to use me to wage psychological warfare, but I won't let them have their way!"
"I want to go to the front lines!"
"I want to personally tell our soldiers that, as people and military families, I will always support them!"