"What's going on behind there? What are those people shouting?" The noise behind the motorcade attracted Liao Mingyu's attention.

"I don't know, it seems Deputy Commander Long is over there, right?" Zhao Gongming looked up eagerly.

Liao Mingyu also saw Long Wenwen talking to whom and what he didn't know over there, but he seemed to be furious.

"Let's go over and take a look."

Liao Mingyu and Zhao Gongming walked over and saw a young man discussing something with him, but Long Wenwen was made furious by him at this moment.

Isn’t this a little bookworm!? Liao Mingyu was surprised, he didn’t expect to meet him here.

The little bookworm was still arguing with Long Wenzhang: "Our country is suffering. You just said that you are at war. I also believe you. You have the courage to fight away the Japanese. But I am also a Chinese.

I have the ability and obligation to do something for my country!"

"..." Long Wenwen scratched his head and didn't know what to say anymore. This guy has more ideas in his mind than his own. But it's useless for him to say anything to this kind of person. He only recognizes the truth in his heart.

In fact, Long Wenwen still admires people like him and his simplicity.

He regards his ideals and beliefs as more important than his own life, and is willing to sacrifice everything for the obsession in his heart. Maybe people over there have this virtue.

But what's the use of saying all this? Forget it if you're an ordinary person, just join the army if you want. But who dares to want someone like him?

Not only the Sichuan Army, but no one in any army he went to would be willing to accept him except the North. When he met the people from the Investigation Bureau, they would be secretly arrested and disappear without a trace.

This is no longer just a matter of willingness or not. This kind of issue has risen to the level of ideology. Maybe everyone will be implicated by this guy.

"Sir, please give me a gun. I can live without clothes, but I need a gun!" the little bookworm prayed again.

"Hiss..." Long Wenwen gritted his teeth and couldn't bear it anymore. He clenched his fists and slowly walked over. The little bookworm subconsciously took two steps back thinking he was going to beat him again.

Long Wenwen had a complex expression on his face and put his hand on the little bookworm's shoulder. He was considering whether to give this kid another blow to make him quit, but he couldn't bear to look at this childish face.

At this time, Liao Mingyu came over and pulled him away.

"Young man, you just said you wanted to join the army?" Liao Mingyu asked.

"Team seat?" Long Wenwen was startled. Liao Mingyu waved his hand to signal him to stop talking.

The officer who came suddenly looked younger, which gave the little bookworm hope again: "Yes, sir, I think I'm in the right place, I want to be one of you!"

"Have you ever fought in a war?" Liao Mingyu asked next.

"No...but I can learn, just like the knowledge we learn from books, they will gradually enrich me and guide me on the way forward!" the little bookworm said excitedly.

Liao Mingyu shook his head: "But I don't need people who talk about ideals here. I need doers, realists whose actions speak louder than words."

"But there is nothing wrong with having ideals. There are already too many problems in this country. If we don't find the problems, even if we defeat the Japanese, the country will still be corrupt." The little bookworm replied stubbornly.

"You have too many ideas. Those things are not what I should consider now. Maybe I will in the future but definitely not now." Liao Mingyu's expression gradually became serious, and he somewhat underestimated this guy's stubbornness:

"As soldiers, we only think about how to destroy the enemy and drive away the invaders. Instead of shouting slogans, your ideals and beliefs will not kill the little Japanese."

Hearing this, the little bookworm was a little disappointed, but he still argued with reason: "You can only talk about war, but you soldiers can only talk about war! I am talking about problems, problems!"

"The problem is not influenza bacteria. It is not caused by the Japanese invasion. The problem is always here. What is a problem? The problem is that something is wrong. If it is wrong, it is wrong. If it is wrong, it must be changed!"

"Waiting for the Japanese to give us an answer to the subjugation of the country and the annihilation of the nation, the problem is still there! It will not be beaten away by you together with the Japanese!"

An impassioned scholar told the officers and soldiers of the Sichuan Army his ideals and the future of the country in a roaring way.

The funny thing is that he has never been on the battlefield and doesn't even know how to use a gun. But he passionately encouraged the people in front of him, trying to make them understand his thoughts, but such behavior was doomed to be in vain.

"That's enough! Put away those vain thoughts of yours!" Liao Mingyu suddenly shouted:

"If you just want to be a soldier then don't have so many problems, if you want to save this country in your own way then you shouldn't be here!"

The little bookworm looked at him in surprise and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Liao Mingyu took a soldier's rifle and said to him sonorously:

"You said you want a gun, I can give it to you, but you must temporarily put aside the innocence in your heart and be a good soldier for me. You can talk to me about your problems after you drive the little devil out of China.

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"If you are unwilling, then please leave. My army is not suitable for you now. You can choose where to go."

After saying that, Liao Mingyu dropped the rifle on the ground and stared at him with cold eyes.

Let yourself choose? The little bookworm looked at the coveted gun on the ground and shook his head slightly without any hesitation in his heart.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to impose my ideas on you. I just thought that we young people can exchange things that each other likes. But you don't seem to have anything that I like."

The little bookworm bowed deeply to Liao Mingyu: "Thank you for your teaching, thank you very much."

He picked up his schoolbag again and smiled brightly again: "I will continue to pursue my ideals. I believe that one day I will be able to find that place of faith."

The little bookworm is still gone, with his immature little body and stubbornness, telling everyone with his actions: It doesn't matter if others look down on him? Proudly move forward towards the ideal in your heart, and be your own hero.

Just fine.

Liao Mingyu sighed slowly, this tragic character is destined to be like this.

His innocence is indeed not suitable for this army. Isn't it a pity to force him away and let him chase with passion?

"Tuanzuo, this kid is really... maybe with this blow to the head, he will understand that the world is not as simple as he thought." Long Wenwen looked at the back with a complicated and somewhat pitiful look.

"No, that kind of person will not easily give up the pursuit in his heart. For him, fighting for his ideals, even death is a kind of happiness." Liao Mingyu chuckled.

In fact, there are many people in this world who will passionately declare their passion in front of others like little bookworms, and are sure that they have a bright future.

It's just that with the torture of time, the edges and corners of my body gradually faded away. I haven't developed the bravery like a little bookworm, but I have formed a habit of depravity.

Step by step, we are heading towards a road that runs counter to our ideals. Some people have forgotten their original intentions, some people have forgotten the way back, and some people have their own thoughts but dare not move forward. They always want to pretend to be heroes in their hearts, but in reality they have changed.

Became a timid nerd.

The sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on that figure, making him look so lonely and determined.
Chapter completed!