Eighties Sweetheart Wife

Chapter 393 What is the truth?

Chapter 393: Chapter 393 What is the truth?Even after thirty years, Old Mr. Gu still remembered it all too clearly.

It was as if it had happened yesterday.

He continued, "We entered the valley and, sure enough, got stuck in a mud pit. Our soldiers all got out to push the vehicles, one by one, moving forward. It looked like we would be out of the low-lying land in another ten minutes or so.

But what we didn’t expect was a group of ragged villagers suddenly rushing down from the mountain.

Among them were the elderly, women, and children, some yelling that the carts were full of food, urging to go and snatch it."

It was 1950, and our Dragon Kingdom had just been established, a time when much was left to be restored; many places weren’t completely reclaimed yet.

We fired warning shots to no avail. Over three hundred people charged towards us, including a child of about five who, hearing there was food, ran too fast, fell, and never got back up.

His mother held the body of her child and wailed in grief. Seeing this, others became even more ferocious and charged at us.

We had no choice but to open fire because two of our soldiers were beaten to death by the oncoming villagers."

At this point, tears were welling up in Old Mr. Gu’s eyes.

His voice hoarse, he said, "It was then that Murong Feng suddenly turned his gun on me. One bullet hit my shoulder, another hit my right leg. He was actually aiming for my head, but I dodged quickly. Right after, I returned fire, and a bullet hit him right between the eyebrows..."

Gu Huai’an was genuinely shocked this time.

He stared intently at Old Mr. Gu.

Old Mr. Gu pointed to his shoulder and leg, saying nonchalantly, "There are still shrapnel pieces in there, strange. It used to hurt when I was young, but not anymore.

I never told you guys, and very few people know, because we couldn’t talk about this operation. The subsequent investigation found out that, aside from a few local agents who led the charge, the other two hundred or so were refugees, poor folk who were begging their way back home."

Old Mr. Gu’s voice choked, his eyes bloodshot as he hastily wiped his face, erasing the tears.

"... Although the remaining villagers were deterred and didn’t dare to charge anymore, suddenly there was a loud boom, and a flash flood erupted, sending muddy water pouring down..."

At this point, Old Mr. Gu’s gaze was filled with pain.

Gu Huai’an extended his hand, hesitated for a moment, but then gently patted the back of his grandfather’s hand.

Old Mr. Gu said, "In the end, we only managed to rescue three hundred and eighty thousand taels of gold and seven boxes of antiques; the rest was nowhere to be found."

Gu Huai’an asked, "What do you mean ’nowhere to be found’?"

Old Mr. Gu replied, "We

"Grandpa, have you ever thought that the village could be more dangerous than the valley?"

"I have thought about it, but the village was washed away by the flood. Even if there was any clue, it’s impossible to find now, after all, that was in 1950."

At this point, Old Mr. Gu paused, then said, "Huai’an, you should know your grandfather’s character. Even after Grandpa Qian took responsibility, I still went to report the truth to the leadership. The leadership said that as the overall commander, insisting on the original path was not a problem.

The unfamiliar village, the sudden appearance of a herding boy, these were all dangerous uncertainties. The leadership even consoled me, perhaps the village would have been more dangerous, maybe we would have been annihilated."

Old Mr. Gu smiled bitterly: "But no matter what, I still owe your Grandpa Qian..."