Introduction

This bayonet is quite strange when you think about it. When someone came to sell it before, I didn't think much of it. How much could this thing be worth? I just thought it would serve as a decoration in the shop. Who would have thought that the more I looked at it, the stranger it became? To be honest, it seems that this thing has existed for hundreds of years. I have no idea what materials it is made of, yet it is so bright and sharp. There are also a few characters engraved on it ...

Aunt's husband, that day, Zheng Yong was right here. He heard the restaurant owner say that there was a lot of liquefied gas in the restaurant, and without any hesitation, Zheng Yong rushed into the restaurant

"Do not cry, do not cry, Xiaowan, your brother is a good person and a scholar. He has not brought shame to your father." The middle-aged man gently embraced the little girl who was crying incessantly, using almost all his strength to comfort her, speaking each word with care.

However, this father did not know that his son had truly gone to another world, an unprecedented world... Countless brilliant lights, countless events that have occurred or have not occurred, are waiting for his beloved son there

What else is there to watch? At the time the fire broke out, the young man charged in directly with a bayonet.

That young man is truly commendable. Upon hearing that there was liquefied gas inside along with the books, he did not hesitate for a moment and immediately rushed in. One wonders, how could such a good young man not be protected by fate?

It was confirmed that at that time, his cousin was also present at the scene, and she witnessed her cousin rushing in. After that, he was never able to come out again. This is what his cousin told us afterward. However, it is strange that at the explosion site, we did not find any remains of Zheng Yong. Perhaps, perhaps he was blown to ... ... . But it is strange that at the explosion site, we did not find any remains of Zheng Yong. Perhaps, perhaps he was blown to ... ... .

Indeed, that young man came into my shop, engrossed in examining a bayonet that I had just acquired. Who would have thought that such a situation would later unfold with the books

What exactly is going on

The political commissar's eyes were glistening with tears, what a wonderful young man he was, I remember having a conversation with him last semester... But how much time has passed since then, has he really left us all like this...

"Blow it away, did they have bayonets hundreds of years ago? Bring it to me and let me have a look."

Zheng Yong, male, eighteen years old, of Han ethnicity, has achieved excellent results in all subjects during his studies, is an outstanding marksman at his institution, and is skilled in combat. His father is a combat staff officer in a certain group army, and his mother is a professor in the history department of a certain university

The middle-aged man listened silently, saying nothing. He knew that his son had liked such things since childhood. He took one last look at the fire scene and then quietly left the place with the young girl.

My own son has now gone to another world, may he have a smooth journey in that world

"Such a fine young man has just left us?" The political commissar set down the documents and removed his glasses to wipe the lenses. "Is it confirmed?"

Xiaowan, do not tell Aunt about this for now, as her health has always been poor

At that moment, the sound from the side clearly reached the ears of the middle-aged man and the young girl

Report to the Political Commissar, two days ago, Zheng Yong requested leave to go out. While passing through the antique market in our city, a fire broke out at the antique market. A restaurant located within the Hetushu Antique Market was storing a large amount of liquefied gas, posing an imminent risk of a major explosion. In the absence of the fire brigade's arrival at the scene, Zheng Yong rushed into the restaurant, but at that moment, a massive explosion occurred

Yet he was utterly unable to control the emotions of losing his son, and tears quickly flowed from his eyes without restraint. He quietly wiped them away with his other hand

... ...

"Such a fine young man has just left us?" The political commissar repeated his earlier words, suddenly his tone became much more severe: "Search, we must find everything left behind by the martyr... everything related to his remains!"

Bayonet, what kind of bayonet?