On New Year's Eve, Tian Aiguo made a phone call, and everyone from the Tian Family rushed to the village committee office. Tian Aiguo's voice over the phone sounded very calm, just like usual. As soon as the Old Man picked up the phone, he asked, "When?"
Tian Aiguo was silent for a while before answering, "Already ready for orders!"
"Fight them fiercely, and smash the spirit of those Vietnamese bastards," the Old Man was very excited, waving his left hand, as if he himself wanted to go to the battlefield.
"I will!" Tian Aiguo solemnly promised.
"Are Guanghua and the others in your unit?" the Old Man was actually worried about his grandsons.
"Guanghua and Chaohua are not, but Zhonghua and Qinghua are in my unit."
"Ai Guo, is there any way to keep Zhonghua and Qinghua from going? Ah? They are still so young. Our family has already sacrificed Guanghua, Chaohua, and Xinhua; just let Zhonghua and Qinghua come back, alright?"
