(Jump out of the Siheyuan + Resist U. S. Aggression and Aid Korea + No System)
In the spring of 1951, 19-year-old Beijing cook apprentice He Yuzhu put down his kitchen knife, walked into the recruitment station, and rushed to the battlefield to resist U. S. Aggression and aid Korea.
The hand that has been working on the iron pot for seven years can still hold the gun without moving; the eyesight and smell developed in front of the stove can hear the impact of artillery shells and see through disguised fire points. His comrades called him a "night owl" - he put his cooking skills to use in fighting.
Reader comments
His writing skills are particularly deep, and his writing skills are the same as Wei Wei's "Who is the cutest person". The last sentence of the latest chapter I read today, the snow suddenly fell again. That's what it means anyway, I wrote it from memory. It feels very artistic. The author just pretends to be a courtyard house, but writes about ordinary volunteer soldiers. Author, please work hard and continue to update.
An author with good writing skills, his words are both hard and soft. Sometimes it's cold, but sometimes it's warm. It makes people feel like they are human words. Every person in his works is no longer a strange symbol in urban ghost stories, but a living person. It's just sitting in front of you, talking to you, nagging you about the family's shortcomings.
His writing skills are particularly deep, and his writing skills are the same as Wei Wei's "Who is the cutest person". The last sentence of the latest chapter I read today, the snow suddenly fell again. That's what it means anyway, I wrote it from memory. It feels very artistic. The author just pretends to be a courtyard house, but writes about ordinary volunteer soldiers. Author, please work hard and continue to update. An author with good writing skills, his words are both hard and soft. Sometimes it's cold, but sometimes it's warm. It makes people feel like they are human words. Every person in his works is no longer a strange symbol in urban ghost stories, but a living person. It's just sitting in front of you, talking to you, nagging you about the family's shortcomings.
Not bad, logical, laugh (ಡωಡ)