“The ninth day of the eighth lunar month, 1939. My father, a bandit‘s offspring who had passed his fifteenth birthday, was joining the forces of Commander Yu Zhan‘ao, a man destined to become a legendary hero, to ambush a Japanese convoy on the Jiao-Ping highway. Grandma, a padded jacket over her shoulders, saw them to the edge of the village. “Stop here,” Commander Yu ordered her. She stopped.”
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Expandingbookshelf I loved this book! 5y
RealLifeReading @Expandingbookshelf glad to hear it! Did you watch the movie too? 5y
Expandingbookshelf @RealLifeReading I didn‘t even know there was a movie 😱 I‘ll remedy this ASAP 5y