My Grandpa and Me: Fight Like Grandpa

My grandfather, this old Eighth Route Army soldier who joined the army at the age of twelve, this Anti-Japanese War hero who was promoted to platoon leader at the age of fifteen, this survivor who crawled out from the dead countless times, this communist soldier with numerous battle wounds. He was a veteran of the Anti-Japanese War under the 358th Brigade of the 120th Division in the Jinsui Base Area of ​​the Eighth Route Army. He experienced a legendary life transition from a soldier to a military doctor. He can cut the shit out of his enemies with a machete, and he can meticulously perform every operation with a lancet; he can use a broken gun barrel to fire at the enemy without missing a beat, and he can use embroidery needles to sew the patient's wounds neatly; he can treat me, his own grandson, like his third grandson, and he can put me in his eyes and love in his heart every moment. This is him, the grandfather who makes me hate him a little bit, but always love, respect and miss him...