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Chapter 68: A child is missing?! Little Oil Lamp: I know him, follow me! (First Order)

What will it be like after the revolution succeeds?
Shen Le's heart ached again. He looked around by the campfire. The warriors around him had a young face, while the oldest had silver frost on his temples.

About one-third of them had various kinds of injuries, with arms and legs in slings and blood on the bandages. Even those without obvious injuries were in very poor health due to hunger and exhaustion.

How many of them have seen the world after the revolution is successful?
"After the revolution succeeds..."

The instructor's gaze was far-reaching for a while. He raised his head slightly, as if he could see through the forest at night, to a place far, far away, and as if he could see through time and space, to the future far in the future:

"When that time comes, we will have electricity here, just like in big cities..."

“What does it look like to have electricity?”

The young soldier's eyes flickered with stars. The instructor held the notebook in his hand and stroked it gently with his knuckles:
"If there is electricity, at night, the whole house and even the road will be bright, and you can see everything clearly.

The light won’t shake, and won’t burn our eyes. By then, we won’t have to get so close, and we won’t have to open our eyes so hard to see the words on the book clearly…”

"so good……"

The young soldier sighed sincerely. A group of soldiers around him sighed one after another:

"It's great... I really want to see a day like this, to sit under the electric light..."

You will see it. Tears welled up in Shen Le's eyes. You will definitely see it, although I don't know how many people sitting here have seen this day...

But, thanks to you, many, many people, 400 million compatriots, and now 1.3 billion compatriots, have seen this day!
"Of course we can! Let's hold on a little longer!"

"But instructor, we have run out of food..."

"Yeah, we don't have many bullets left. We can only fight one more battle at most."

"You've had a fever for several days, and there's no medicine..."

The soldiers were talking quietly. In the center of the crowd, the instructor smiled:
"These are only temporary difficulties, and we will definitely be able to overcome them. Here, last time I communicated with the outside world, I copied a poem written by the commander. I will read it to you..."

Without looking at the notebook in his hand, he stretched out his voice and read word by word:
"What do you think of beheading today?

Starting a business is hard and full of battles.

I'm going to Quantai to recruit old troops.
"With a hundred thousand banners, kill Yama Luo."

He recited softly, and Shen Le followed him word for word in his heart. The soldiers listened attentively with bated breath. After the instructor finished reading once, he began to explain:
"This was written by the army commander several years ago when he was being hunted by the Kuomintang. At that time, the army commander left the following record:

In the winter of 1936, Meishan was surrounded. This happened after the Red Army’s Long March ended. At that time, the army commander led his troops to fight the enemy in the mountainous area of southern Jiangxi near Ruijin, Jiangxi...”

"Ruijin!" A young soldier beside Shen Le spoke softly, his eyes shining:

"Ruijin! Is there anyone still there?"

"Yes, there are people there." The instructor nodded solemnly:

"Not everyone followed the Long March. Some stayed behind to fight, while others headed north to divert the enemy's pursuit. The army commander was one of those who stayed behind.

Next, he said, "I was injured and had been hiding in the bushes for more than 20 days. I was worried that I could not escape, so I left three poems under my clothes." Soon the siege was lifted.

'Yu' is 'me'. I was injured, sick, and lying in the bushes... in a thatched hut like the one we are in now, for more than 20 days, worried that there would be no way to escape.

He wrote three poems. Unlike us now, with paper and notebooks, he could only leave the poems he wrote in the lining of his clothes.

The instructor's voice was solemn, and the soldiers around Shen Le breathed rapidly as they listened, as if they were in the same situation, running, circling, and persisting with the commander. The instructor's voice suddenly became excited:
"The commander's situation was much more dire than ours now. He was able to make it through. Comrades, do you have the confidence to persevere to the end?"

"Have!"

They answered in unison. Shen Le then clenched his fist:
Keep going, keep going. We finally won, we beat the devils out, we were liberated!
The sound of reading began again. Suddenly, a suppressed voice came from the whistling mountain wind:

"Hurry! The enemy is searching the mountain!"

enemy!

There are enemies!
Shen Le was horrified. But this small team was used to any emergency. Some people took up their burdens, some put out the campfire on the ground, and more people immediately packed up their weapons and equipment. They lined up and began to move.

Shen Le was still sandwiched in the center of the team. But this time, he held the kerosene lamp and stretched his arms as far as he could, pressing them closer to the ground.

They bent over, hurriedly walked around the hill. Shouts and scolding were getting closer and closer. Shen Le looked around the mountain road and saw torches gleaming and surrounding them from all directions.

As they climbed up the mountain, the space for their team to move became smaller and smaller, and finally, everyone had to crawl into a cave:

It was more like a small indentation in the mountain wall than a cave. Everyone had to bend over and kneel down to get in and lie down one by one.

The cave was so dark that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. Shen Le lay on the stone, listening attentively to the noise outside. Heavy footsteps came closer and closer, then gradually faded away. Someone shouted:

"Did you find it?"

"No!" "Look somewhere else! - Oh, and burn this place down!"

A torch drew a high arc and landed on the thatch. Shen Le held his breath and watched the fire outside getting closer and closer...

In the firelight, I saw the soldiers lying on the ground tightly, motionless. Only in the innermost part of the cave, the instructor half sat up, holding a charcoal stick, and wrote on the stone wall of the cave stroke by stroke:
"How does it feel to behead today..."

The flames were approaching, and before they could reach the cave entrance, the hot currents were already rushing over. Shen Le clenched his fists tightly, listening to his heart beating wildly:
Will I die?

Will the person I possess die?

Will these soldiers sacrifice themselves?

How many of these soldiers will survive this raid, and how many will be able to see the new China?

The vision went dark, then bright again. In the palm of my hand, the handle of the small oil lamp was gently beating, wave after wave, emitting numbing electric light:
【I am also very useful! 】

【I am also very useful! 】

Sigh...Okay, okay, you are very useful, okay! Shen Le stroked the iron part in his hand and closed his eyes quietly.

Many of the soldiers that day must have survived, and the little soldier holding the oil lamp must have survived. So, this little oil lamp was preserved and used after the war?
Well, with such an experience, Xiao Youdeng should be a good child, a child who can be taught well?
It's just lonely and just wants attention. If you go back and persuade it more and comfort it more, it should stop making trouble, right?

Regardless, the night was peaceful and quiet, and the small oil lamp did not cause any trouble. The next morning, Shen Le followed his mentor to work as usual, but when he came back, he found the whole village in chaos:
"Why hasn't Bingbing come back yet?"

"Do you know where Bingbing went to play?"

"Where have you seen him?"

An old woman with white hair was holding a cane, slumped at the entrance of the village. Children came and went, and she would ask everyone who passed by her:
"Have you seen Bingbing?"

"did not see it!"

"did not see it!"

The children in the village are all young. The younger ones can just walk, and the older ones are five or six, seven or eight years old. Their parents work in other places and have no time to take care of them, so they send them back to their elderly parents.

It is easy to imagine how much the elderly can do to keep an eye on such a group of children if they become naughty.

Bingbing is one of those children, just seven years old, an age that even dogs hate. Today he went out to play with his friends, and when the sun set and everyone else came back, he got lost!

In this vast mountain, a child may get lost, fall off a cliff, fall into a ravine, or be bitten by a snake... There are many possibilities that may devour a child.

Find him, find him as soon as possible!
Since it concerns children, not only the elders in the village are concerned, but even Shen Le and his gang followed the children one by one and went from house to house to look for the children.

After asking for a long time, I finally found out Bingbing's whereabouts from a little girl:
"He said he was going to...explore a...a cave!"

What hole?

What hole?

Is there any cave nearby?
The cave in the eyes of a child may not be the same as the cave in the eyes of an adult.

It might be a small pit, a grave, or simply a tree hole, and the children gave it such a random name...

The elders discussed for a while and started to make phone calls to people. The other three resident groups in Shangtian Village, Xiatian Village, several surrounding villages, relatives and friends:

Help find the child!!!

Shen Le's fellow students opened Baidu Maps and Amap and asked their classmates and fellow travelers:
"There's a cave called Bai Something nearby. Have you heard of it? Where is it? How do I get there?"

Soon, there was a hustle and bustle of footsteps in the village, and twenty or thirty flashlights flashed like starlight, disappearing into the darkness outside the village.

Shen Le and his fellow apprentices pinned their mentor down in the village, and joined the team searching the mountain to find the child without hesitation. The mentor was huffing as he was carried into the room by two students, still unwilling to accept the result:

"You won't let me go! I can climb the mountain faster than you can!"

"Teacher, you are the central liaison and command! If rescue is needed, you will be needed to call the rescue team by recognizing your face!"

Senior Brother Zhuang put his hands on the instructor's shoulders and coaxed him to his seat. Shen Le was silent in the back, and quickly assembled the small oil lamp:

If it can be connected, it will be connected. If it can't be connected, just twist it with copper wire and tie it forcibly. He didn't press the kerosene or light the wick. He just held the small oil lamp in his hand with a strange look on his face:
In his mind, a silvery-white map unfolded. A silver line rose, pressed down, turned, and pointed to the end point.

On the stone at the end, there is a row of large characters engraved in red paint, which is very eye-catching:
Hundred Battles Cave!
In Ling's eyes, the silvery light from the small oil lamp expanded and shrank, crackling loudly.

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