After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

Chapter 191 Hearing the Bad News

The news of the fall of Jiangyin was like a thunderclap, exploding in the hearts of the Chinese soldiers.

"These damn Japanese pirates are going too far!" A soldier slammed his helmet to the ground, gritting his teeth.

"Let's fight them!" Another soldier, with red eyes, raised his gun and was about to rush out.

"Come back!" an officer shouted, "What's the point of dying? Save your strength and wait for the opportunity!"

Although the soldiers were filled with anger, they also knew that rushing out now would be a waste of life.

They could only watch helplessly as the Japanese pirates' iron hooves stepped step by step towards this war-torn land.

At this time, a team that had withdrawn from the battlefield in Shanghai was rushing towards Xicheng without stopping.

This team was the remnants of the 67th Army that escaped from the clutches of the Shanghai Expeditionary Force commanded by Matsui Iwane.

Xie Jinyuan and the "Eight Hundred Warriors" were among them.

They were originally ordered to rush to Songjiang for assistance, but their journey was delayed due to obstruction by the Shanghai Expeditionary Force.

Later, when they were fighting a desperate battle with the Japanese pirates, they heard that Shanghai had completely fallen and now needed urgent support for Xicheng.

When they finally arrived at the outskirts of Xicheng after going through untold hardships, what they saw was a scene of devastation.

The city walls collapsed, houses fell down, and the streets were littered with corpses and blood.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder, which made people feel nauseous.

"This...what is going on?" a soldier muttered to himself in disbelief.

"Could it be... Could it be that Tin City has already..." Another soldier's voice trembled, and he didn't dare to say any more.

"Go and have a look!" Xie Jinyuan's face turned pale, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

Several soldiers immediately went into the city to inquire about the news.

Not long after, they came back with a signalman covered in blood.

"Report to the commander, Tin City... Tin City has fallen!"

The signalman's voice was hoarse and he looked miserable, as if he came from hell.

"What?!" Commander Huang and Xie Jinyuan were both shocked.

"Where are the Jiang family army? Where is Marshal Jiang?"

The signalman smiled miserably, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"The Jiang family army... was completely wiped out..."

"Marshal Jiang...died a heroic death for his country..."

"what?!"

"This is impossible!"

When the soldiers heard the news, they were thrown into chaos.

They could not believe that the Jiang family army that once dominated the south of the Yangtze River and the iron-willed Marshal Jiang had sacrificed their lives in this way.

Afterwards, the signalman stumbled and led Xie Jinyuan and his party to a big tree standing on a piece of scorched earth.

There, a huge black body bag was placed.

"I beg you to help our Jiang family army... let the Marshal rest in peace..."

After saying this, the signalman seemed to have used up all his strength, his head tilted, and he died.

Xie Jinyuan suppressed his grief, grabbed the signalman by the collar, and asked sternly: "What's going on? Explain it to me!"

The signalman was already dead, so he naturally couldn't answer his question.

Xie Jinyuan let go of the signalman's body and let it fall limply to the ground.

Then, with trembling hands, he unzipped the body bag, revealing a face as pale as paper but majestic. It was Jiang Zhengxiang.

Xie Jinyuan suddenly sat down under the tree, gently closed his zipper, his eyes filled with grief, anger and despair.

"Marshal Jiang..."

Xie Jinyuan was extremely sad and blamed himself at this time.

Before Jiang Shijia died, he had promised to take good care of his father and younger sister, but now...

He didn't know how to face Jiang Shijia in the afterlife, nor did he know how to tell Jiang Shiyuan the bad news.

But the truth will eventually come to light, and he couldn't let her stay in the dark.

Jiang Shiyuan is a soldier's family member, so he should be mentally prepared that they may sacrifice for the country at any time.

They endured the grief and buried Marshal Jiang together, then evacuated from here and went to Nanjing for support.

When the remnants of the 67th Army were stationed for a short time, Xie Jinyuan took a deep breath and finally made up his mind to call Jiang Shiyuan.

"Hello, Xiaoyuan, I'm Xie Jinyuan, I have something to tell you..."

"What's the matter? Brother Jinyuan, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Shiyuan noticed that something was wrong with Xie Jinyuan and asked with concern.

"You...you should be mentally prepared..." Xie Jinyuan said with difficulty.

"What's going on? Tell me quickly!" Jiang Shiyuan had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Your father he...he..." Xie Jinyuan really couldn't bear to say those cruel words.

"What happened to my father? Tell me quickly!" Jiang Shiyuan clenched the microphone and asked anxiously.

"Your father..." Xie Jinyuan closed his eyes and finally said, "has... sacrificed his life for the country..."

"What?!" Jiang Shiyuan was struck by lightning and stood there in a daze.

Her face turned pale instantly and her lips trembled slightly.

"No... this is impossible..." Jiang Shiyuan murmured to himself, tears welling up in his eyes.

"This is true..." Xie Jinyuan closed his eyes in pain, "I saw with my own eyes... Marshal Jiang's body, and buried him on the spot..."

"No, I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

Jiang Shiyuan shook her head frantically, her tears completely blurring her vision.

At the same time, she felt a turmoil in her brain, and the original owner's soul seemed to break free from the sea of ​​consciousness and take over her body again.

***

"Second Miss, are you awake?" An old voice sounded in my ears with a strong nasal tone.

Jiang Shiyuan suddenly opened his eyes, everything in front of him was blurry and his head felt like it was about to explode.

She struggled to get up, but found herself sore all over, as if all her strength had been drained away.

"Second Miss, please don't move. I'll go call the Madam." Aunt Feng said, and hurriedly left the room.

Jiang Shiyuan then realized that he had returned to Jiang Mansion from Wanguo Apartment without knowing when.

Why is she here?

She clearly remembered that she was talking to Xie Jinyuan on the phone in Wanguo Apartment...

Xie Jinyuan said, Father...

Jiang Shiyuan's heart sank suddenly. She threw back the quilt, got out of bed, and stumbled down the stairs.

But the scene before her made her freeze in place.

In the hall, Chen Xiangyun, wearing a plain white cheongsam, had red and swollen eyes.

She had a white flower pinned to her temples, a mourning band on her left arm, and was sobbing quietly.

The servants were all dressed in mourning, looking sorrowful.

Two huge portraits are hung side by side in the middle of the hall. In the black and white photos, the familiar faces of the father and brother are shown in military uniforms.

On their faces, there were heroic smiles, as if they had never died.

Jiang Shiyuan felt his eyes go dark, his legs went limp, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Aunt Feng quickly supported her and shouted anxiously, "Second Miss, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

Jiang Shiyuan seemed not to hear her words. He stared at the two portraits with a dull look, tears silently sliding down his cheeks.

"Father...brother..." she murmured to herself, her voice extremely hoarse.

When Chen Xiangyun heard her voice, she suddenly raised her head, cried and hugged her tightly.

"Xiaoyuan, you finally woke up..."

Chen Xiangyun burst into tears and could no longer speak.

Jiang Shiyuan let her hug him, tears streaming down his face, his heart filled with grief.

She suddenly remembered everything that had happened in the past few days.

It turned out that when she was talking to Xie Jinyuan, the original owner's soul broke through the shackles of the sea of ​​consciousness due to excessive sadness and regained control of her body.

It was the original owner who, despite the great grief, came to the Jiang Mansion to inform Aunt Xiang and arranged the funeral for her father.

Then, he built a cenotaph for his father next to his brother's grave.

And she was like a bystander, watching all this happen but unable to do anything.

"Dad...Brother..."

Jiang Shiyuan knelt down in front of their portraits and cried bitterly.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault..."

"If I were stronger, you wouldn't..."

"I swear, I will avenge you and drive those invaders out of China as soon as possible!"

Jiang Shiyuan swore secretly in his heart, and his eyes gradually became firm.

She wants to inherit the will of her father and brother, fight tenaciously, rewrite history as much as possible, and welcome the day of victory ahead of time!