Standing on the highest stone wall on the east side of the Wild Wolf Valley at the junction of Longguan Mountain and Wulong Mountain, I watched soldiers from the first company of an amphibious field regiment running wildly on the mountain path carrying a three-meter-long log. I am their company commander. However, the soldiers all gritted their teeth viciously behind their backs and called me "ghosts are sad". The name "Ghost Seeing Sorrow" is actually not exclusive to me. At best, I can only count it as "Little Ghost Seeing Sorrow".The real master is my grandfather, his surname is Zhang, his name is Lei Zhen, and his character is Wuyue. It was the nickname given to my grandfather by the Japanese devils with extreme hatred and fear in the years of the Anti-Japanese War.

Grandpa has no official or job, and there is no record in the annals of history.However, he is the only hero who has won the Four Kingdoms Anti-Japanese Medal.The Statue of Liberty Medal with the cross of Christ was given by the Yankees; the one with the head of the former Soviet Union’s red leader, needless to say, belonged to an old man; There is a gold medal with rough workmanship. It may be the handwriting of the blacksmith of the Eighth Route Army Arsenal during the Anti-Japanese War. However, it has the autograph of Jin Zhu, the commander-in-chief of the Eighth Route Army. It is said that this is the only one given to "ghosts". Tailor-made red gold medal.

These medals are still my grandma, Jin Feng, a veteran of the Anti-Japanese War who can still walk three mountains and five mountains at the age of nearly a hundred. On special anniversaries, when no one makes her unhappy, she shows them to us.I usually treasure it more than treasures. The love of blood and fire between grandpa and grandma has also been told privately. There are more than a dozen versions... I have used many tricks to trick grandpa and grandma into a little bit of the true essence of love in war... In the end I got nothing. Grandma Jinfeng clenched her teeth and didn't say a word.As for Grandpa, he was speechless and solitary.

For those of us younger generations, a legendary anti-Japanese hero like Grandpa is a sight to behold.As the only direct grandson of my grandfather, if I want to see him, I only have one chance a year—August 15th in the Gregorian calendar, the anniversary of the unconditional surrender of the Japanese devils.On this day, I can lead my soldiers, drive a landing craft, land on Dongfo Island, and be intimate with my grandfather without any distance, practice martial arts, shoot guns, and listen to his views on war. Today is August 15, 2007. For the fighters, it is a carnival day with three joys in one.One joy is that you can drink a few cups of roasted pear blossom stuffed with the old hero of Ghost Sorrow.Erxi can jump around in the sea with bare buttocks. In the words of grandpa, this is called natural carving and connecting with nature.Sanxi doesn’t need to be on high alert to guard against the unexpected lessons of my devil company commander, because when I arrived at Dongfo Island, my company commander’s right to command was naturally deprived, and grandpa commanded everything... The soldiers said, the ghost sees the old hero That is Chairman Mao himself praised by his old man, "Ghosts are sad - it is worth one of my secret service regiments, and I will make him a division commander."

I looked at my watch, the time was five in the morning, one hour before departure.I yelled at the soldiers on the landing craft: "Now, the East China Sea Amphibious Field Regiment has fully entered into the annual carnival day. You can wear whatever you want, say whatever you want, and sing whatever you want!" Giving my most gentle instruction every year, I did a few somersaults, performed a set of Zhangjia Liuhe Mantis Boxing, drenched my face with seawater, and walked to Lingzhi Mountain, facing the sea to the north, overlooking my grandfather. Longhai City Ergang Wharf named after Gui Jianchou, the nickname.

Now, the bay and the pier are still quiet, but I know that my grandfather, who is over ninety years old, will still practice Zhang’s ancestral boxing and broadsword fighting in the martial arts training ground in the Leishen Temple on Dongfo Island every day.This early morning scenery has made the fishermen who got up early to catch the sea become one of the "Ten Wonders of the Dragon Sea". Even some curious tourists from other places will hire a yacht to visit the heroes who killed the bandits on Dongfo Island—— Peerless miracle... The hour hand pointed to six o'clock, and the navigation squad leader warmed up the amphibious landing craft and signaled that I was ready to set sail.

Walking down the mountain and stepping on the landing craft, for some reason, I always felt a little restless, but in broad daylight, at sea, the scene of my grandfather killing the devil loomed before my eyes like a mirage. The soldiers standing next to me didn't notice it.A naughty guy exaggeratedly said: "Anyone who can move a finger of the old hero of Guijianshou will give out all the sea allowance and sailing allowance for this month to treat the guests." What I heard was Grandpa's loud roar: "Pumpkin devils, the Chinese are not easy to bully, I told you to come and go!"

This sound was like thunder in my ears, and I saw a frozen image. Grandpa stood on the pagoda of the Eight Gods 99 meters outside the Thunder God Temple, holding high in his hand a sword that killed bandits used by General Qi Jiguang of the Ming Dynasty, standing like a god of war. Grandpa said that when this treasured sword reappears, it will be the day when he dies, and none of the descendants of the Zhang family will be allowed to shed tears. Whoever sheds a drop of tears will not be the descendants of Zhang Wuyue. The surrounding space suddenly exploded with grandpa's words that made the pumpkin devils terrified - the Chinese are invincible!

In the mist, what I see before my eyes are bloody Chinese people who don't even have decent weapons in their hands, just holding simple big knives and spears, never fearing death and killing little devils, blood splattered all over the field. I know that Grandpa and the heroes of the Far East Task Force who fought with him didn't want to go down in the annals of history like some so-called "heroes", and didn't want future generations to set up monuments for them. Fighting bloody battles without saying no to defeat, with their majestic backbone, they will show a big "human" character for us latecomers...