tombstone. The tombstones line up the mountain, still in a square formation. A phalanx of soldiers, a phalanx of ghosts. steel helmet. The helmets covered with camouflage cloth are scattered high and low, forming a square formation. A phalanx of soldiers, a phalanx of heroes. "The farewell ceremony of the Langya Reconnaissance Brigade of the Chinese People's Liberation Army begins now!" In the night, a strong man with a dark face raised his wine bowl. Swipe—more than a hundred sturdy scouts in camouflage uniforms behind them raised their wine bowls. "On July 20, 1988, the Langya Reconnaissance Brigade of the A Military Region of the Chinese People's Liberation Army ended its mission of defending southern Xinjiang and was ordered to retreat!" Colonel He Zhijun, the captain of the reconnaissance brigade, shouted with a wine bowl, "Dear martyrs, Our unit has been fighting on the front line for three years and has performed more than 200 missions. At midnight today, we will bid farewell to southern Xinjiang and leave the theater with the Army Group A of our military region! During the round of battle—the country has not been lost, so you can rest in peace!"

Swipe—more than a hundred scouts spilled the wine on the ground together. The wine bowl fell to the ground, and with trembling hands, He Zhijun took off the first-class merit medal on his chest and placed it on the martyr's monument in front of him. "Chen Yong!" He Zhijun shouted. "Here!" Squad 1 monitor Chen Yong stepped out of the queue. "Squad 1, load the bullet!" "Yes!" Chen Yong took off the 81 automatic rifle on his back, "Every squad has it—load it!" A group of soldiers took out the magazines from their chests and loaded them.

"Captain, we have been ordered to withdraw from the war zone!" Major Geng Hui, the instructor of the Second Squadron, stepped forward and reminded in a low voice, "Maybe it would be inappropriate to shoot again?" "They will stay in the war forever." He Zhijun looked at the group of tombstones in front of him and said in a low voice, "Let's fight, I will take responsibility for any problems." Squad leader Chen Yong ran out with a group of soldiers, climbed the steps, and stood in a row in front of the tombstone. The muzzle of the black automatic rifle was facing the sky, and the young hand pulled the bolt almost simultaneously.

"Salute—" He Zhijun shouted and raised his right hand. As the officers and soldiers behind them raised their right hands to salute, a group of soldiers began shooting into the sky with their rifles.Da da da da... The gunshots were deafening, echoing in the mountains.The flames from the guns lit up the soldiers' eyes, as if awakening their memories of iron and blood. The convoy of troops from the A military region that was preparing to depart under the mountain meandered on the mountain road.Beside the command vehicle, the guards stood aside with their guns unbolted.The guard company commander yelled to set up the defense line, and the gray-haired frontline commander and deputy commander of the military region pushed away the group army commander Liu Yongjun to stop his arm and get out of the car.The old man's eyes lit up, and he asked sharply, "Where to shoot?"

"It seems to be a martyr's cemetery." The guard company commander put down his binoculars and reported. "Oh." The old man nodded. "It's the reconnaissance brigade of the military region. They reported to me that they wanted to drop by to say goodbye to the martyrs, and I approved it." The head of the intelligence department of the military region said in a low voice. "Understood." The old man was not surprised, turned around and walked back to the command vehicle to continue listening to the report. "Why don't I remind them," said the Minister of Intelligence.

"No need. Soldiers withdraw from the battlefield, bid farewell to their comrades, what's the point of firing a few shots?" The old man suddenly changed his subject, "Pass my order-after leaving the scope of the Southern Xinjiang theater, except for a few guards, all live ammunition grenades Hand in, you can't leave a bullet or a grenade on the soldiers! The war on the soldiers is over, but the war in the hearts of the soldiers will continue for many years, and the emotions are easily agitated. At this time, nothing can happen! We can't let the heroes who came down from the battlefield Be a sinner of peace!"

"Yes!" Liu Yongjun stood at attention and saluted. The old man's eyes turned to the boundless mountains. After a slight pause, the sound of shooting continued. It was obvious that the magazine had been replaced.The gunfire became more intensive, as if all the officers and soldiers of the reconnaissance brigade participated in the farewell ceremony. "This He Zhijun!" The old man smiled wryly, "He didn't even want to return a single bullet to me!"