That year, when he was 15, his family was ruined and he had nowhere to go, he joined the ranks of the Red Revolutionary Army.
That year, he was 19 and already the captain of the guerrillas who had fought bloody battles for two years.
That year was 1943
"You little brat bit me like this. Did you get the courage from your ambition?"
"I... I didn't... Intentionally do it! Then... What... Leopard, I... I have never eaten it!"
When he first saw his sallow skin, tattered clothes, frail little body, but his eyes were too stubborn to be ignored, and he vowed to join the revolution to fight the Japanese, he just laughed at him a few words, and then he bit him on the arm. The marks left on his body gradually faded over time, but the mark in his heart became deeper and deeper. . .