
Fourteen Years of War on the Great Wall
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In the autumn of 1931, before the sorghum in the Northeast became red, Japanese artillery shells shattered the adobe house of Lin Hai's family. At the age of seventeen, he knelt in the sea of fire all night while holding his dead sister in his arms, until miner Zhao Tiezhu grabbed him by the collar and shouted: "Want to live? Go to the mountains with me to carry a gun!" At the same moment, Peking female student Shen Jingshu was stuffing the leaflet "Give Me Back My Country" into the professor's lesson plan. Chen Mo was walking through the alley with a leather bag from "Business News" in his arms. The ticking of the telegraph machine in his arms had already connected the fire thousands of miles away. From the broken flags of Peking University Camp to the ruins of Songhu, from the snowfields of the Anti-Japanese War to the rainforests of western Yunnan - there is no crossing, no magical skills, just the trembling of frozen fingers pulling the trigger, the tears of a mother who stuffed the last half of a piece of cornbread into her son's arms, and the "win" that choked in her throat for fourteen years when she stood under the surrender platform in Zhijiang and watched the plaster flag fall to the ground. This is not a heroic legend, it is the light burned out by the bones of 1.4 Billion Chinese people in the darkest night.
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