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In the frightened eyes of Zhao Dongsheng and others, nearly a thousand villagers holding farm tools quickly surrounded them.

Zhao Dongsheng's hands began to tremble unconsciously, and he subconsciously took out his mobile phone from his pocket to make a call.

In his opinion, such a situation already requires the dispatch of the army or a large number of civilian police.

But at this moment, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and his eyes unconsciously glanced at Yang Lin next to him.

"What should Taoist Master Yang do now? These villagers can tell at a glance that they are here to stop our excavation work."

"Do you need me to contact the surrounding police stations?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Yang Lin shook his head.

"No need, they are not here to stop our excavation work."

Just at this moment, the strong man who was about 1.9 meters tall suddenly led several white-haired old people who were unsteady when walking towards them.

When he led the old men to Yang Lin, he said to an old man on crutches:

"Great uncle, this Taoist priest said that the bodies of those martyrs were buried here."

Upon hearing his words, the originally cloudy eyes of the old man with age spots on his face, whom he called great uncle, suddenly became brighter.

After some squirming of his mouth, he managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"You can't joke about the little Taoist priest. We have searched for them for decades and still can't find them."

"How did you know they were here?"

Hearing the old man's words, Yang Lin didn't feel strange at all.

He walked straight towards a place about two meters away from him. After kicking away a large stone about 50 centimeters in diameter, he picked up something from under the stone.

At first, no one could see what this thing was.

Until the veteran who first came to Yang Lin for help let out a cry of surprise.

"This is the Charge, this is the Charge of the old squad leader!"

"They're here, they must be here!"

After hearing his words, everyone took a serious look at the things in Yang Lin's hands.

As expected, this thing turned out to be a rusty and deformed Charge.

One or two red lines that were not completely rotted could still be seen faintly on it.

And the great-uncle seemed to be very familiar with the assault horn in front of him.

"Yes, it is what it is. I remember that I was only 4 years old. When they came to our village, there was an uncle who had this assault rifle on his waist."

After saying this, tears shed from his eyes.

"In order to cover the evacuation of our whole village, they stayed here to contain the enemy. "

"It's just that we didn't expect that they would stay forever. When the whole village came back, we would never see them again."

"It's been more than 80 years. I always thought they went somewhere else..."

"They are the great benefactors of our entire village. Without them, our Shiniu Village would have ceased to exist more than 80 years ago."

After speaking, the old man said loudly to the other villagers behind him:

"Everyone, kneel down!"

The next second, the old man took the lead and knelt on the ground with a plop.

When the other villagers saw this, they all knelt down on the river beach without hesitation.

When this scene appeared on the scene and in everyone's eyes, everyone suddenly became more and more confused.

For them, this reversal came too quickly.

A second ago, these villagers were all looking fierce, as if they were coming to fight.

The next second after the result, they all suddenly knelt down.

But based on what the old man said just now, they quickly pieced together a fact.

80 years ago, the old man's team happened to be fighting guerrillas in the surrounding area.

They happened to encounter a large-scale raid by the enemy. In order to cover the retreat of the villagers, they chose to stay and contain the enemy's main force.

At the same time, he took away the youngest man in the team.

After all the villagers evacuated safely, they all died on this river beach due to the disparity in strength.

But the only thing that everyone couldn't figure out was why the villagers didn't find the bodies of these martyrs after the incident happened.

Also having such doubts was the old man from before.

"What on earth is going on, Daozhang Yang? Why didn't we find them before? It stands to reason that they are here."

Listening to the old man's doubts, everyone pricked up their ears.

And Yang Lin quickly gave an explanation.

"If Pindao was not mistaken, not long after they sacrificed their lives more than 80 years ago, a mountain collapse occurred here."

"The earth that collapsed from the nearby mountain just buried the bodies of the martyrs."

"Perhaps God doesn't want them to be exposed in the wilderness."

"In addition, there are rivers washing here, so it's normal that you can't find it."

After listening to Yang Lin's explanation, everyone present suddenly understood.

I am also filled with emotion in my heart.

In such a war-torn era, if the nearby peaks had not collapsed, the corpses of these martyrs would have been eaten up by wild beasts in the mountains, or carried downstream by rivers.

It is almost impossible to ensure that the whole body is left behind.

It just so happened that their remains were preserved because of the burial of their bodies.

From a rational perspective, this may just be a coincidence.

But from a perceptual point of view, Qingshan is lucky enough to bury his loyal bones.

After the atmosphere at the scene was silent for a few minutes, the great-uncle from Shiniu Village immediately shouted at the top of his voice to all the villagers.

"Let's all work together to let our benefactors go home."

"They have been waiting here for more than 80 years and we cannot let them wait any longer."

As he raised his arms and shouted, the villagers present quickly joined the excavation process with tools in hand.

When Zhao Dongsheng and others saw this, they were naturally unwilling to be outdone.

At the beginning, they were still digging with tools, but after discovering that there were too many pebbles in the river beach, they simply threw the tools aside.

I started digging in the river beach with my bare hands.

This excavation lasted two or three hours.

During this process, the skin of many people's hands has been dug out, and their fingernails have been somewhat worn.

Gradually, blood began to ooze from their palms and fingers and became bloody.

But even so, no one at the site quit the excavation work, not even a child in his 10s.

Because they know that no matter how much blood they shed now, it will not be as much as one ten thousandth of what their ancestors shed back then.

They also know that the heroes who were buried here have been waiting for more than 80 years, and they cannot delay even a quarter of an hour.

I don’t know how much time passed, but a middle-aged man suddenly shouted excitedly:

"found it!"

His words were like a beginning.

Soon a large number of remains were excavated.

At this moment, the sky began to gradually darken.