Chapter 25 last soldier day

That day, he was sitting in front of the wooden house, looking at the path leading down the mountain.He stepped on the path, and the dog. They went up and down the mountain, and the cropland he had plowed at the bottom.Every year on Ching Ming Festival, someone from the government will come to present flowers to the martyrs. The flowers are placed in front of the monument, looking very fresh.The leaders of the government would talk to him for a while, shake hands when they came, and shake hands when they left. He saluted the leaders, respected them when they came, and respected them when they left, and then watched them go down the mountain.

These days, he began to miss Xiaolan.The days with Xiaolan are warm, Xiaolan is a good woman, if you follow him, you will be together. Single-minded, no regrets.He has visited Xiaolan and old man Wu several times, and old man Wu's health is getting worse day by day.Every time he saw old man Wu, his heart sank.He stayed at home for three days or two days, and it was as if grass had grown in his heart. He was thinking about those comrades again.Every time he leaves home, Xiaolan bakes a stack of pancakes for him to take with him.After he came back, he would have to eat it for a few days. Every time he ate those pancakes, he would think of Xiaolan and all the benefits of Xiaolan.

On this day, he saw Xiaolan on the path, and Xiaolan was struggling to walk up the mountain step by step.At first he suspected that his eyes were blurred, so he rubbed his eyes with his hands, and when he was sure it was Xiaolan, he ran down the mountain.Xiaolan changed, she straightened up and stood in front of him panting.He looked Xiaolan up and down, as if he didn't recognize her.Xiao Lan pointed to his forehead and said: "Fool, I have it." He remembered that it had been half a year since he came home last time, and he took her hand carefully, and took her to the wooden house, and Xiaolan, who was breathless, said: Dad went a month ago, when he went Keep calling your name, but you just don't go back.

Xiaolan's eyes were red, and he couldn't help but shed tears. Father is a good man, saved him, and married his daughter to him, but he came and left as soon as he said, and the old man never said a word of regret.He should have been by his side when Dad left. He held his face in his hands, tears streaming down his fingers.He swore in his heart that he would visit his father often in the future and burn paper and kowtow in front of his grave. He had a child. The child was born on a rainy night. It rained heavily that night. He named the child Heavy Rain.The family of three has gained a firm foothold in the wooden house ever since.

In the winter of that year, when the heavy rain was half a year old, he suddenly wanted to go out for a walk.Dreaming these days, I always dream of the head of the group, Zhang Letian, and every time the head of the group would say to them in the dream: Xiaogui, I miss you.Every time he woke up from his dream, he would stare blankly at the night.I learned from the 182nd Division that the head of the regiment died before reorganization. The independent regiment has its own scope of activities and should be concentrated in this county. He wants to see the head of the regiment, but he doesn't know where the head is. I have inquired about it, but the people in the government don't know about it either.

He could only search all over the mountains and plains like the chasing team back then.Before setting off, Xiao Lan baked another stack of cakes for him, and he set off with those cakes on his back as a burden. The snow is deep and shallow under his feet, and the ditches and mountains have left his footprints.Every time he went to a village, he would inquire about the independent regiment of that year, and ask whether the independent regiment fought in this area. Based on this information, he would look for the traces of the independent regiment back then. After being instructed by others, he took a car and came to a place called Wushi.Others told him that the Independence Regiment fought a battle with the Temporary Army in Wu City before reorganization, and it was reorganized soon.He came to the martyrs cemetery in Wu City, where there were many martyrs lying there. Of course, these martyrs were all related to Wu City.There are steles in front of the martyrs' graves, and the names of the martyrs and their deeds are engraved on the steles.

When he saw the word Zhang Letian, he was shocked. The grave of the head of the regiment, Zhang Letian, was a little closer to the martyrs' cemetery.He trembled all over, unexpectedly seeing his leader, he raised his right hand, saluted the leader, and then shouted sadly in his heart: Leader, Xiaogui is here—— His legs trembled, and he knelt down in front of the head's grave. Later, he sat in front of the head's tomb and saw the deeds of the head—— Zhang Letian: 1917-1948 Born in Zhao County, Hebei Province On June 14, 1948, during the transfer to cover the field hospital in Majiagou, Wu City, he was surrounded by a regiment of the Temporary Army, and unfortunately died in the breakout.

On June 14, 1948, he was recuperating at Xiaolan's home. At that time, his injury hadn't healed yet, but he was able to go to the ground with a stick. In front of the leader's tomb, he murmured: Leader, Xiao Gui has found you.During that blocking battle, I kept waiting for the bugle to sound, but the bugle never sounded, so we kept fighting.Later I went to chase you, but I just couldn't catch up. Now I am the only one left in the independent group, and I am the only one who is still alive, but I don't feel good at all.You are dead, but I am still alive... He was crying and talking, and he hugged the cold stone tablet in front of the head's tomb again, as if he was hugging the head.

He cried again: Leader, I miss you, I have never forgotten you for so many years.I am still with the whole platoon. We talk and chat every day, just like before.You are lying here alone, so far away from us, we miss you very much, Captain... That time, he sat and sat, stood and stood in front of the head's tomb, from dawn to dusk, and from dusk to dawn.He said everything he wanted to say, and when he was finally about to leave the commander's tomb, he gave the commander a long military salute, and then walked away step by step. Before leaving, he swore: Commander, I will come to see you often in the future, it is too lonely for you to stay here alone.I will come to accompany you often.

He left, reluctantly, as if reluctant to leave. The first thing he did when he got back to the wooden house on the mountain, he didn't bother to eat or drink water, and came to the cemetery.Sitting among the comrades-in-arms, he seemed to be organizing a meeting of the soldiers. He notified everyone of the news of the regiment leader, and then returned to the cabin as if he had completed the task. The heavy rain is getting heavier day by day, and the days are passing by day by day.