Chapter 422: Chapter 0422: About Lu Jiang2_1 Chapter 422: Chapter 0422: About Lu Jiang2_1 Lu Jiang (1932-1997), General…
Sixty-five years old!
Sixty-five years old!
Seeing Lu Jiang’s birth-death year and hotown, Feng Qingxue felt a sharp pain in her heart, almost running out of breath. It took her a long ti to react. With one hand pressing on the book page and the other covering her mouth, she let the tears flow down her face. She could not believe that her husband had only lived for sixty-five years, sixty-five years!
She could confirm that this Lu Jiang was her husband. The birth year matched. There couldn’t be another person with the sa na and surna, born in the sa year, and also a soldier. There weren’t that many coincidences.
Although in the sixties and seventies, living to be over sixty was considered a ripe old age, tis were moving forward and he had lived into the nineties!
When Wang Xinsheng lived to be ninety-five, he, as a younger generation, only lived to be sixty-five!
“How could it be? How could it be?” He was so strong, so mighty, so good at fighting, how could he have only lived to be sixty-five?
Feng Qingxue hurriedly read on. His family record only ntioned that his father was Lu Zhiyuan and his nephews were Lu Tianjun and Lu Tianzhi, but there was no ntion of his wife or children. He had dedicated his entire life to his country and the army.
Regarding his death, the book recorded that twenty-four bullet fragnts were found in his ashes.
The cause of his death was these lethal bullet fragnts.
During the sixties and seventies, dical standards were not advanced. So bullet fragnts that had entered his chest and abdon couldn’t be removed after he was wounded on the battlefield. By the ti dical science had developed, the bullet fragnts had migrated to crucial parts of his body. The doctors had discussed many solutions but dared not operate on him because so bullet fragnts were too close to his heart. Any surgical movent could an life or death.
Because the bullet fragnts continued to migrate, there were fragnts in his chest and abdon as well as in his legs. Moreover, they were all in critical joint and artery locations. Coupled with the nurous hidden injuries he suffered from innurable battles, he could no longer stand by himself at the age of sixty and had to rely on a wheelchair.
The hero who had lived his entire life in the army spent his last five years in a wheelchair and, in the end, died from his wounds.
The bullet fragnts tore through his heart. The rescue attempts were unsuccessful, and his death was declared.
Feng Qingxue wept as she read through it. Sentence by sentence, she wished to engrave it in her heart. Through her tear-blurred vision, she read further about the records related to Father Lu.
Lu Zhiyuan (1908-2009), also known as Ning Zhi, a red landlord and father of General Lu Jiang…
The details of the resources Lu Zhiyuan donated for the resistance were recorded in detail. As a scholar from a landholding family, he never exploited the working people and was usually generous and benevolent. His experiences of getting his property confiscated and going through labor reform were only quickly ntioned. The record stated that he was rehabilitated in 1980 and had so of his confiscated property returned according to governnt policies. He also received compensation of one hundred thousand yuan. Since part of his property had been handed over to the national construction, and so of it had disappeared without a trace, the governnt could not compensate with original items and could only express their sincerity in cash.
The text emphasized his details about forming a brotherhood with Wang Xinsheng and Cheng Baoguo. It praised his great benevolence and righteousness, as he donated so much gold to Wang Xinsheng and Cheng Baoguo, contributing to the national cause and nurturing a battle-hardened general for the country.
Staring at Lu Zhiyuan’s birth-death year intensified Feng Qingxue’s sorrow.
How tragically painful it is for a white-haired man to send off a black-haired man!
He sent off his parents, his wife, his eldest son and daughter-in-law, and, just when he thought he had weathered all the hardship, he saw off his younger son who had been fighting bravely on the front lines. Nothing can surpass such despair in life.
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