The Nine-Tailed Fox Cub Cried for His Father, and the Whole Army Became Red-Eyed

Three-year-old Xiaojiu knelt at the entrance of the cave, holding her mother's hands that were getting cold. "Mom, don't we have nine lives? If you open your eyes again and look at me..." Jiuniang didn't answer. She looked at the charred ridge in the distance with a smile on her lips. She didn't tell Xiaojiu that she had spent three lives when the enemy burned the mountains, two lives when the floods filled the valley, and she had thrown herself in front of the bayonet to defend several children three times. Now in her last life, she only had time to say one sentence: "Go... Find your father. The Fifth Army is over the mountain." Xiaojiu clutched a white fox fur left by her mother and walked barefoot into the smoke-filled military camp. He tugged at the corners of the soldiers' clothes one by one and asked in a sweet voice, "Are you my father?" No one knew that this child, who could always miraculously survive in the hail of bullets, would have one less tail under his clothes every time he survived, and the memory of his mother would fade in his mind. The night when the fifth tail disappeared, Xiao Jiu finally knew who his father was. He stuffed the fox hair back into his pocket and said nothing. Dad is at war and cannot be distracted.