My Sister, My War 01

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My Sister, My War (Part 1) This article is adapted from the recently released mainland Chinese film "My War." The content may be difficult for some readers to accept, so please read with caution. "With heads held high and chests puffed out, we cross the Yalu River. To protect peace, to protect the motherland, is to protect our homeland!" The late autumn sky seemed to have been dyed with the smoke of battle, gray and gloomy. At the horizon, the towering mountains of Changbai Mountain appeared particularly desolate. A military train sped south across the plains of northern Korea, its steam engine powerfully spewing out billowing black smoke. This train had just crossed the Yalu River Bridge into North Korea a few hours earlier, fully loaded with soldiers from a division of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army. "Resist! Aid! Korea! Defeat the American imperialist wolves!" The last carriage of the train was specially reserved for the cultural troupe. Unlike the other soldiers, the cultural troupe members did not conserve their energy, but instead seized the time on the road to rehearse military songs. The cultural troupe consisted of about thirty people, from the captain to the members. Only one band conductor was a male soldier; the rest were all women. These young women, who had come from all over the country to actively respond to the call to serve their country, were either talented singers and dancers or skilled in playing musical instruments. They were assigned to the cultural troupe under the division's political department, using songs, dances, and various folk art performances to entertain their comrades in different companies. The army, led by the Communist Party, has always been known for its strict discipline and frugal lifestyle. In the serious, tense, and arduous environment of the army, the cultural troupe had long been a beautiful sight and a refreshing spring. If you were to ask any soldier at the grassroots level what they loved to do most when not fighting, the answer would undoubtedly be, besides reading letters from home, watching the cultural troupe's performances. Most of these young women were going to the real battlefield for the first time. To the majestic strains of military music, they rehearsed with high morale and fervor, filled with patriotic fervor. The band conductor, Liu Shiwen—the only male soldier in the cultural troupe—was not entirely happy. Unlike most soldiers from peasant backgrounds, Liu Shiwen's father was a wealthy capitalist in Shanghai. As the youngest son, Liu Shiwen received an excellent education from a young age and was admitted to Nanjing Central University after the victory of the War of Resistance Against Japan. This rich young man, however, was devoted to the Red Revolution and supported the workers' and peasants' movement, becoming a left-wing youth in the sweeping revolutionary tide. When the new regime issued the call to "Resist America and Aid Korea," the twenty-two-year-old Liu Shiwen could no longer suppress his fervor and resolutely requested to join the army. Although Liu's father had little interest in ideological struggles and actively cooperated with the new government's policies, he absolutely could not allow his young son to go to the battlefield. Ultimately, despite numerous obstacles from his family and the risk of severing ties with his father, Liu Shiwen resolutely became a volunteer soldier. As a highly educated young intellectual, Liu Shiwen possessed handsome features and a polite and humble demeanor. Such a "rich second generation" would have been the epitome of a "tall, rich, and handsome" man, admired by women and envied by men, both years ago and decades later. However, in that revolutionary era, especially in an army primarily composed of working-class people, Liu Shiwen was often discriminated against by the sons of workers and peasants. Just a few hours earlier, at the train station where the troops were departing, Liu Shiwen had been ridiculed by a thuggish company commander as a "pretty boy who spends all his time hanging out with women," who even openly mocked him for not being able to lift a grenade, saying he was spineless and should be castrated. Although the cultural troupe leader immediately rebuked the harassing company commander, and the outwardly humble Liu Shiwen didn't retaliate, he was truly indignant inside. "You say I'm spineless? Humph, my seed, my seed has already been planted in Wenjun's body!" His masculine characteristics insulted, Liu Shiwen couldn't help but mentally try to regain his edge in this battle of masculinity. "You've got guts, though. Do you have such a young and beautiful woman willing to plant your seed? No matter how brave you are on the battlefield, once you're off, you're just stuck planting your seed against a wall." Thinking of his girlfriend, Wang Wenjun, Liu Shiwen felt a surge of satisfaction. He glanced at Wang Wenjun, who was playing the harmonica. Wang Wenjun was Liu Shiwen's junior in university, two years younger than him, and also from Shanghai. One was a beautiful and intelligent woman, the other a handsome and refined gentleman; they had become a golden couple in university. Wang Wenjun's personality was not as weak as her appearance suggested; on the contrary, she was very active in the burgeoning student movements of the time. Liu Shiwen's devotion to the red revolution was largely influenced by Wang Wenjun. On the night they decided to join the army together to serve their country, Wang Wenjun gave her virginity to Liu Shiwen. Seeing the traces of blood on Wang Wenjun's private parts, Liu Shiwen embraced his girlfriend tightly, vowing to protect the girl he so deeply loved with his life, no matter where they were. After joining the Volunteer Army, the organization, considering their intellectual backgrounds and expertise in culture and art, assigned them to the cultural troupe under the political department of a division. Liu Shiwen became the band conductor, while Wang Wenjun became a musician. Knowing her boyfriend was feeling down, Wang Wenjun comforted him with a smile, playing her harmonica and looking at him with her clear eyes. Liu Shiwen saw Wang Wenjun's gaze and smiled in response, but his gaze shifted from his girlfriend's charming face to the front of her coarse military uniform. He couldn't help but think, "Hmph, what good is being able to throw grenades? You've handled grenades, but I've handled Wenjun's firm, soft breasts." Suddenly, several unusual noises came from the back of the carriage. "What's that sound?" Everyone stopped playing and looked in the direction of the sound with suspicion. Liu Shiwen put down his baton, walked a few steps to the back of the carriage, and opened the iron door at the very back. Outside, on the platform connecting the carriages, lay a Volunteer Army soldier, his right leg covered in blood, his face contorted in pain—clearly seriously wounded. "Quick! Help him in!" Meng Sanxia, the leader of the cultural troupe, who had rushed to the door, immediately ordered, "Yes, sir!" Liu Shiwen and Wang Wenjun, one on each side, carefully helped the wounded soldier up and into the carriage, placing him on the table next to the window where musical instruments were kept. The wounded soldier was young, appearing to be only seventeen or eighteen, but quite tall, with a sharp, angular face and dark skin—clearly a soldier from a peasant family. Captain Meng glanced at the wounded soldier, noticing his injury was entirely on his right thigh, and turned to instruct, "Xiao Gao, bring the first-aid kit; Xiao Song, get some water." The cultural troupe not only entertained their comrades with artistic performances but also received professional medical training. While the soldiers fought valiantly on the front lines, they, along with the medics, became angels saving lives on the battlefield. They just hadn't expected that before even engaging the enemy, they would first rescue a wounded soldier. "Don't be so tense." The wounded soldier's accent was clearly that of a southerner. He pointed to his left side and said, "A bullet went right through here, and I still survived." "Stop showing off." Captain Meng rolled her eyes at him, but her hands didn't stop. She deftly unbuckled the wounded soldier's military belt, then lifted his shirt and started to unbutton his trousers. "Hey, hey..." The wounded soldier was startled when the female captain was about to unbutton his trousers, and quickly grabbed them. Captain Meng was worried that it would delay his recovery and shouted at him, "Are you out of your mind?" "I'm out of my mind..." the wounded soldier said, but his hands held tightly to his trousers. Captain Meng was a little helpless with this young soldier who was all talk and no action but very thin-skinned. She stared into the wounded soldier's eyes and said, "Just think of me as your sister." Hearing her say that, the wounded soldier was stunned and weakly called out, "Sister..." and finally let go of his trousers. Captain Meng glared at him and then bent down to unbutton his trousers. The young wounded soldier stared blankly at his newly recognized "older sister." Upon closer inspection, he realized how beautiful she was: Captain Meng was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. Under her military cap, her jet-black hair was styled into two small braids like the other cultural troupe members. Her face was smooth and full, and there was a touch of heroism between her delicate eyebrows. Unbuttoning her shirt, Captain Meng looked up and met the wounded soldier's adoring gaze. Their eyes met, and Captain Meng said softly, "Lift it up a bit." The wounded soldier quickly lifted his buttocks so Captain Meng could pull down his pants. For some reason, he suddenly felt a hint of shyness on Captain Meng's usually serious face. The wounded soldier's military pants and underwear were pulled down below his knees, and several female cultural troupe members couldn't help but gasp. A deep, long wound was visible on the inside of his right thigh, extending all the way to his groin. Captain Meng quickly washed the wound with clean water. The wounded soldier was naked from the waist down, and his rather long "crooked-handle machine gun" (a type of erect penis) was lazily resting on his right thigh. Captain Meng gently lifted the "crooked-handle machine gun" to clean the groin area, saying, "Luckily, the groin artery wasn't damaged, otherwise even a god couldn't save you." With his limp genitals supported by his "older sister," the young wounded soldier couldn't reply, only feeling a flush on his face, though his dark skin concealed it. After disinfecting the wound, Captain Meng said to the wounded soldier, "The wound is so deep, it needs stitches. How did you get your leg like this?" The wounded soldier didn't dare look at her, lowering his head as he answered, "I was rushing to catch the train, I jumped onto the train and fell." Captain Meng frowned, thinking this kid was utterly undisciplined, even missing the train the unit was supposed to depart for. She asked, "Which company are you from?" "Ninth Company." It turned out the wounded soldier's name was Zhang Luodong, the bugler of the Ninth Company. Previously, when the unit was resting at the station, the Ninth Company's company commander had been envious of the equipment of his brother company and had ordered Zhang Luodong...He secretly went to the machine gun company to "get" a few machine guns. Unexpectedly, Zhang Luodong was caught red-handed by patrolling soldiers at the station and was about to be locked on the platform for a confession. The train had already started moving, and Zhang Luodong rushed out without hesitation. To catch the train, he jumped off the platform roof, landing at the back of the last carriage and losing consciousness. He only just woke up, alerting the cultural troupe. However, Zhang Luodong didn't tell Captain Meng about this dark history. Captain Meng frowned again, remembering that the company commander who had humiliated Liu Shiwen at the station seemed to be from the Ninth Company. She didn't say anything, glanced around, thought for a moment, and said to Liu Shiwen, "Shiwen, come here, help me, I'll stitch him up." "Yes, Captain..." Liu Shiwen reluctantly went over. From the moment they met, Liu Shiwen had no good impression of Zhang Luodong. He felt that this young kid was just like the company commander who had humiliated him, full of thuggishness. Just moments ago, Captain Meng had actually asked Zhang Luodong to acknowledge her as his older sister and had carefully treated his wounds. Although it was part of her duty to help her comrade, it stirred a strange sense of jealousy in Liu Shiwen. Being in the cultural troupe, surrounded by a group of beautiful young women, was enough to make the other male soldiers envious and jealous. But Liu Shiwen didn't care. In Shanghai and at university, Liu Shiwen had already seen a lot of the world. Besides, he already had a wonderful girlfriend. In terms of looks, temperament, and education, the other female members of the cultural troupe were far inferior to Wang Wenjun. But Captain Meng Sanxia was the only exception. Meng Sanxia had joined the Yan'an base area during the later stages of the War of Resistance Against Japan and had been working in the political work system ever since, becoming an outstanding cultural soldier. As a girl from Sichuan, Meng Sanxia was very beautiful. Her beauty was different from the delicate beauty of Wang Wenjun from Jiangnan; she possessed a more straightforward and heroic spirit. In the army, many officers, both high and low, wanted to develop a "revolutionary relationship" with Meng Sanxia, but she refused them all without hesitation, leaving many of these self-important, rough-around-the-edges officers disappointed. This was the first time Liu Shiwen had felt such a mixture of respect and affection for a woman. As they spent more time together, he discovered that Captain Meng was a person who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside: she was never stern and always emphasized principles and discipline, but she was very warm-hearted towards her comrades and knew how to care for and look after them. Liu Shiwen felt that Captain Meng was the complete opposite of Wang Wenjun, who was a girl who was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside. She appeared delicate and fragile, but possessed an extremely strong personality; once she made a decision, Liu Shiwen could never change her mind. As the only male in the cultural troupe, Liu Shiwen quickly became Meng Sanxia's capable assistant. Meng Sanxia valued him highly and often took care of him and Wang Wenjun. Liu Shiwen had always treated the captain, who was five years older than him, with utmost respect. Although he considered her like an older sister, he never dared to call her that out loud. "Come on, hold him here, I'll stitch him up," Meng Sanxia instructed Liu Shiwen. Liu Shiwen squatted down beside Zhang Luodong's legs, and only then did he clearly see what was between Zhang Luodong's legs. He couldn't help but gasp: that limp penis was actually thicker and longer than his own when fully erect, like an ugly and enormous worm, swaggering and lying diagonally on the inside of his thigh. What Liu Shiwen found even more unbearable was the horrific wound on Zhang Luodong's leg. From a distance, it looked alright, but now, at such close range, every detail of the torn flesh was clearly displayed before his eyes. Liu Shiwen had been pampered since childhood, and he couldn't even stand a nosebleed. He had never seen anything like this before. He could almost smell the blood in his nose, and his head felt dizzy. Before Captain Meng could even stitch up two stitches, Liu Shiwen's hands, which were pressing on both sides of the wound, began to tremble. Seeing this, Meng Sanxia sighed. Knowing that Liu Shiwen was prone to fainting at the sight of blood, she could only say to him, "Never mind, go and rest for a while." Liu Shiwen felt like he'd been granted a reprieve. Before he could even secretly rejoice, he heard a sweet voice beside him, "Captain, let me do it." (Posted by Ye Xuanxingchen, 8 gold coins, reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!)

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