"Hand grenade! Throw it!" The thunderous roar made his ears buzz.

  Faces full of bloodstains, thick smoke, corpses, whistling shells, crimson, everywhere is a sea of crimson! The yellow earth on the battlefield has been pounded into powder by shells and flows with clusters of dark red blood, shocking to behold...

  Lu Zhong suddenly opened his eyes, the dream-like scene still seemed to be in front of him, he was panting heavily, his forehead already covered with cold sweat.

  Blue bed sheets, blue ceiling, opposite the hospital bed is a TV cabinet and a color TV set. This is Cedars-Sinai Hospital in Los Angeles, one of the best private eye and brain hospitals in the US, with excellent conditions. Compared to some scarce goods that are rationed at home, America is truly like heaven.

  Lu Zhong let out a soft sigh in his heart. For more than a year, he had been having such nightmares frequently, but recently, the frequency of these nightmares had gradually decreased compared to before.

  Today, perhaps due to jet lag, I just lay on the bed and took a nap, but unexpectedly had a nightmare.

  On the bedside next to him, his elder brother-in-law from Korea was sitting up straight and chatting with his mother. In fact, most of the time it was his elder brother-in-law who was talking non-stop about how inconvenient life abroad was. His mother just listened, occasionally responding with a commanding tone, telling his elder brother-in-law to rest and recover.

  It can be seen that brother and sister have deep feelings for each other.

  In a hospital room in Los Angeles, Mom's green uniform and red collar were so bright and special.

  My uncle seems to be more adaptable to my mother's personality than I am, his eyes are covered with white gauze, he just had a pre-operative examination, and this afternoon at 4 o'clock, he will enter the operating room.

  "Xiao Jing, I'm really sorry to bring you to the US. " My big uncle has been blaming himself all along, he was initially strongly opposed to coming to America.

  Their generation's perception of America cannot be changed overnight.

  My mom has a special status, especially in Los Angeles. My mom's usual red collar and green military uniform is really eye-catching and makes Americans uneasy. This uniform comes from the Red World and was once the nightmare of American imperialism.

  After my aunt talked for half a day, she finally said lightly: "Talking too much is bad for you, you need to rest."

  The elder uncle sighed with a bitter smile, but stretched out his hand and said: "Zhengzi, Zhengzi is here, right?"

  Lu Zhong hastily stretched out his own hand and said: "Big uncle, I'm here, don't worry, the operation this afternoon will definitely go smoothly."

  Korea patted Lu Zhong's hand tightly and sighed: "Me? I'm not worried about my eyes at all, life and death are destined."

  "Zhuangzi, I've always thought you might be the only man in the Lu family... including your father, he doesn't have much presence either!"

  Lu Zhong felt a bit helpless and said: "Big uncle, children don't hear their father's mistakes, let alone, my dad isn't like what you said..."

  Korea Ping just smiled and said, "Look, isn't it still the Lu family's person? My big uncle is an outsider after all, right?"

  Lu Zhong coughed: "I didn't mean it that way."

  Korea Hehe smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, what I said isn't what you think it means." The smile gradually faded, turned his head to Han Jing and said, "Little sister, why don't you go out for a walk? What I'm saying to Zhenzi, you can't hear."

  If it were someone else, they would definitely ask curiously, what can't I hear as a mother? But Han Jing stood up calmly and walked out.

  Korean Ping listened to the sound of the hospital room door, footsteps fading away, and let out a deep sigh. "Zhengzi, if I fail in the operation..." (Lu Zheng was about to speak when he squeezed Lu Zheng's hand) "You listen to me..."

  "If I die from the surgery, I don't worry about anyone else. Your cousins are all very capable and your second uncle is taking care of everyone in the family, so I'm not worried. What I worry most about is your mother, my younger sister."

  "She's too stubborn, originally the head of the production management department was doing well, but just because she disagreed with suspending the large aircraft project, she almost got sidelined! If it weren't for several uncles in the Military Commission who understand her and appreciate her talent, and instead transferred her to the important Central Guard Regiment, I'm afraid this time my sister would have been completely frozen out!"

  Korea Ping sighed and said in a heavy tone: "In the future, I think this world will definitely experience great turmoil. At that time, the Han family and Lu family may become sacrifices. You promise me not to strive for it, just be safe and stable! In the future when the big change comes, accompany your mother to farm the land, anything is fine, as long as she doesn't get hurt! Her temper can't bear being splashed with dirty water!"

  "You must promise me!" Korea Ping tightly grasped Lu Zhong's hand.

  Lu Zhong really couldn't think that as an ordinary worker, his elder uncle could see through many things so clearly, and his worries would really become a reality in the future.

  But now with this X factor of myself added in, I should be able to change things in the future, right?

  Lu Zhong patted Han Ping's hand and said solemnly, "Don't worry, Uncle. I promise you that I will take good care of my mom! In the future, no one can hurt her!"

  Covering his eyes, Han Ping heard more clearly the solemnity and faint overbearing tone in Lu Zhong's words. He was slightly taken aback - this kid is not simple at all.

  But Ping didn't say much more, just grasped Lu Zhong's hand and nodded silently.

  ……

  Xiao Xiao's flower garden, Lu Zhong sat on a long bench, admiring the vibrant purple and red flowers.

  This is a small garden behind the ophthalmology ward, with fresh air. Lu Zhong felt a sense of emotion that this century-old private hospital, while charging expensive fees, also provided extremely perfect services.

  Several blonde-haired and blue-eyed nurses in white uniforms walked along a small path on the lawn, truly a delightful sight.

  My uncle has entered the operating room, now all we can do is pray for him and hope that his surgery is successful.

  Having experienced many life-and-death separations, Lu Zhong's heart was sometimes harder than steel, but today, his heart felt inexplicably weak.

  He reached out and pulled out a whistle made from a bullet shell, the golden shell polished to a subtle shine. Lu Zhēn gently stroked it, as if it had life.

  This was given by Liu Da Ge's sworn brother, but Liu Da Ge had already sacrificed himself heroically in the Battle of Nan Shan.

  Many tragic past events, I don't want to recall again, but in this foreign land, just occasionally seeing the scene of a patient's family wailing and crying when they passed away, some scenes came flooding back, uncontrollably.

  He slowly pressed his lips to the cold whistle, feeling a slight stinging sensation in his heart. Scenes from the past flashed before his eyes as he blew softly into the whistle, producing a slightly hoarse metallic sound that echoed the low spirits he was currently in.

  "Perhaps I'll bid farewell, and never return, do you understand? Do you comprehend? Perhaps I'll fall, and never rise again, will you still wait eternally?... Perhaps my eyes can no longer open, do you understand the silence of my heart? Perhaps my eternal sleep cannot be awakened, do you believe I've transformed into a mountain range?... If so, don't be sorrowful, on the Republic's flag is our blood-stained glory!"

  The hoarse but metallic whistle slowly came to a stop, and Lu Zhong also fell silent.

  Where are our fallen comrades now?

  After a while, a soft sigh came from the side: "Your whistle is very special and pleasant to hear, just like... the soul is singing!"

  The speaker was a small patient in a wheelchair a few steps away, wearing a white and blue hospital gown, not very tall, with a white gauze wrapped around her head, even wearing sunglasses over her eyes, but judging from her figure and the sound of her voice, she was probably an eight or nine-year-old little girl.

  She spoke English, a bit stiff, probably not her native language, but very pleasant to listen to. Lu Zhong from his past life had studied hard after going abroad and was proficient in two foreign languages, English and German, and could even hold simple conversations in French, only, in this life, he hadn't used them for a long time.

  "Bai Sha Bao" is the nickname given to her by Lu Zhong, who also has the bad habit of giving nicknames like a big soldier after staying in the front line for a long time.

  Yesterday, Bai Si Bao Bian and Lu Zhong coincidentally met in the small garden, but she didn't say a word. When Lu Zhong whistled, she quietly listened, and after he finished whistling, she silently left in her wheelchair, leaving Lu Zhong with the feeling that this little girl also had a lot on her mind.

  Lu Zhong was slightly surprised to hear Bai Si's words and himself, shook his head and said: "What's good about the tune I played?" Today's atmosphere really felt a bit desolate.

  "Did Dr. Harris say that you are from Red China?" asked Bai Sha with a hint of curiosity in her tone.

  Lu Zhong hummed and said: "Yes."

  "Is your whistle made of a bullet shell? Are you a soldier from Red China? Were you wounded in the war? Have you killed an enemy?"

  Lu Zhong fell silent for a moment, and there was no need to explain himself. He had just come to visit the patient, so he nodded lightly. The white gauze package seemed to let out a surprised "ah" sound.

  After a long time, Lu Zhong asked: "Didn't scare you?" The red world that made Westerners tremble, and China was the most important member of the red world. Lu Zhong knew what Chinese soldiers meant to Westerners, because of various misunderstandings, many times, soldiers from the red world, including those from China and the Soviet Union, represented war machines without life in the eyes of Westerners, representing terror and death.

  Bai Sha Bao gently shook her head and said: "I just feel that your whistle makes me want to cry, you have a lot of worries, don't you?"

  Lu Zhong didn't answer her question, but instead asked: "And you, where are you from? What's your illness?"

  "I am a German from West Germany, or as you call it, the Federal Republic of Germany."

  Lu Zhong nodded slightly.

  The White Shawl said: "I have a tumor in my brain, and I can't have surgery. Dr. Harris says that I won't live until Christmas this year."

  Lu Zhong was stunned, looking at her in shock, listening to her nonchalant tone, as if it wasn't about her life and death at all. This little girl is too carefree, perhaps when one's life is about to end, they can truly think about the meaning of this life. Life and death are just a brief moment in the vast universe, what's the big deal?

  After a while, Lu Zhong said: "It can't be said that way. Nowadays, science is prosperous and the second generation of brain CT machines will soon appear. Maybe your illness isn't that serious."

  "I know what's going on with me, but thanks for the comfort. You have a lot of knowledge, but my illness is quite simple, it's just that I can't undergo surgery."

  Lu Zhong knew that the CT machine was just for checking the condition and couldn't represent anything, especially when it came to scanning the head. Looking at this little girl whose life was coming to an end, Lu Zhong couldn't help but think silently about what he would be thinking when his own life came to an end. Would power and wealth be like fleeting clouds? What kind of people would truly be remembered by history?

  The pity for the little girl gradually faded away, what's the point of living a few more decades? You and I may not necessarily have a wonderful life in someone else's world. Lu Zhong asked: "You often come to Xiaohuayuan, do you have any worries?"

  Bai Sha Bao nodded slightly and said, "I came here to think about the problem." Her serious tone was quite inconsistent with her age.

  Lu Zhong couldn't help but smile and asked with interest, "What are you thinking about?" He found this little girl, who wouldn't live long, to be really interesting and too mature for her age.

  "I'm thinking about Nasdaq and Dow Jones indices, using microeconomics to explain the functional relationship between market consumption and stocks."

  Lu Zhong was stunned, this little bean sprout, what is he talking about? He stared at the white gauze package in surprise, and suddenly couldn't help but laugh, saying: "You will definitely be the richest man in the world in the future."

  Bai Sha wrapped herself up and saw that Lu Zhong was joking, but she didn't get annoyed. She said: "I won't live until next year."

  Lu Zhong's smile slowly faded, and after a while, he said: "If you want to speculate in stocks or real estate, now is the time to enter the Japanese market. Starting this year, the Japanese stock market will experience a crazy bull run, especially in the telecommunications industry, which can bring hundreds of times returns over the next few years."

  The white gauze package nodded slightly and said: "What you said is almost the same as what I think."

  Lu Zhong was stunned. The Japanese stock market had plummeted by over 2,000 points the year before last, but this was precisely the dawn of the bubble economy's fermentation period. Many people thought that the Japanese stock market was at its darkest hour, and not many could see a bright future ahead. This little girl's background shouldn't be ordinary, right? After all, Japan's economy had been on a rollercoaster ride of ups and downs, and behind it all were the shadows of various mysterious financial groups.

  Lu Zhong thought for a moment and said, "Next year, the United States will inevitably sign an agreement with your country and Japan to devalue the dollar. I guess the most affected will be the yen, followed by the mark. If we start preparing to short sell the yen and enter the Japanese stock market and real estate market now, it's no problem to get several times the return in two or three years. This is just a conservative estimate. If the operation is good, it's also possible to get tenfold or hundredfold returns."

  A white gauze wrapped around her tightly wrapped small head, seemingly peering through black-rimmed glasses to scrutinize Lu Zhen.

  Lu Zhong smiled and said, "Don't you believe me?" Just as he was speaking, several white men and women in their early twenties appeared from the north side of the lawn. The young white man walking at the front was very tall, almost two meters, and fat and strong, giving off a sense of oppression when standing in front of people.

  "Ares, how did you get out again? I've told you many times not to talk to people with unknown backgrounds." The white youth looked at Lu Zhong warily, scolding Bai Sha Bao in a reproachful tone, his speech was rapid and had a Bohemian accent in German.

  The white veil said calmly: "He's a good man, a warrior from China, wounded on the battlefield. Karl, you're not as brave as him."

  The white youth hummed and turned to Lu Zhēn in English, saying: "Chinese, don't bother my sister." Apparently, he had no way with this sister.

  Lu Zhong smiled and said to Bai Si, "So your name is IRIS, it sounds nice. In Greek mythology, Iris is the goddess of the rainbow. In my country, iris means a kind of flower that represents a majestic eagle's tail with beautiful feathers. I hope you will be like an eagle in the future, soaring high and far, don't be dull and lifeless at such a young age."

  He said this in German, and both Bai Si Bao and her brother stared at Lu Zhong with wide eyes in surprise.

  A white young man suddenly asked: "Are you a spy? Intentionally getting close to my sister?" The soldier from Red China surprisingly spoke fluent German, which was quite suspicious.

  Lu Zhong smiled and said: "I'm worried that you're a spy, deliberately getting close to me."

  "Come on, Karl." The white veil turned her own wheelchair.

  Lu Zhong could also see that the brother of Bai Sha Bao was hot-tempered and easily irritated, probably a rich young master who wouldn't tolerate being provoked. Bai Sha Bao knew his brother's temper and prepared to smooth things over.

  Who would have thought that a white youth walked over with big strides, stretched out his hand to grab Lu Zhong's collar and said in a cold voice: "You yellow-skinned monkey, dare you duel me?"

  Lu Zhong didn't like trouble, and his innate confidence also made him not as sensitive as domestic nationalists, but this sentence still made his eyes cold, he reached out to grab the white youth's arm, his tiger claws tightly grasping his wrist, and said in a low voice: "Free fighting or using a revolver, I'll accompany you either way." He slowly stood up.

  The white youth struggled to free his arm, but Lu Zhen's grip was too strong. Enraged, the white youth suddenly punched Lu Zhen in the face, causing him to see stars and stumble backward. As the white youth charged at him again, Lu Zhen swiftly grabbed his arm once more and executed a swift side throw, slamming the white youth to the ground. Pinning the white youth's arm down, Lu Zhen coldly said, "You think you're quite something just because of your size? Are you a pig among whites?"

  The white young man's face turned red, but his tall and strong body was like a small chick in front of Lu Zhong, being gently pressed down by Lu Zhong, struggling to get free.

  The companions of the white youth were initially stunned, and then a burly man rushed up from behind and hugged Lu Zhong. This muscular giant had bulging muscles, thick arms and large hands that tightly wrapped around Lu Zhong's waist, squeezing hard as if to split the slender young man in two.

  Lu Zhong let out a cold snort, and with a sudden jerk of his head, the burly man's face contorted in agony, fresh blood gushing from his nose, and his arm involuntarily released its grip on Lu Zhong.

  Lu Zhong kicked him with one foot and sent him tumbling backward.

  The rest of the white youths rushed forward, and a melee broke out. Lu Zhong didn't know how many punches and kicks he took, but in the chaos, these people were knocked down one by one until a woman screamed. It was Bai Shaobao who came to stop the fight. Coincidentally, Lu Zhong had just thrown a white youth onto Bai Shaobao's wheelchair, which fell over with her inside, hitting her head heavily on the cobblestone road. The white female youth next to her let out a loud scream.

  Lu Zhong's movements came to a halt, and Karl, who had just crawled up from the ground, didn't bother with Lu Zhong. He rushed over to hug his sister and quickly ran towards the hospital building. The white youths also followed suit. One of them turned back and viciously said to Lu Zhong, "You're dead for sure! You're dead for sure!"

  Lu Zhong's face was hit with several punches, it was extremely painful, but he didn't feel a thing, his mind was completely muddled, the white cloth wrapping on his head was originally for his brain tumor, if he fell like this again, it would be...