Early the next morning, before the sun had time to dispel the thick fog in the jungle, several security members headed by Yang Ge had already climbed to the top of the mountain carrying the chainsaws and electric picks brought by helicopter yesterday, and found a sufficient
On the flat location, thick tropical trees and shrubs, and even large and small rocks were cleared in an orderly manner, and a platform large enough for helicopters to take off and land was opened as quickly as possible, as well as a mountain road leading to the mountainside.
At the same time, at the edge of the jungle near Mo's village, there were several strong men carrying eighty-one poles on their backs. In groups of three, they led mules, donkeys and even buffaloes bought from the village, along the route where Wei Ran and others
The path into the mountain entered the jungle, and then they went in different directions.
When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on the proposed landing site on the top of the mountain, a helicopter also flew into the jungle from other directions in a circle, and landed lightly on the newly opened landing site on the top of the mountain.
As the cabin door opened, Mr. Zhou was the first to walk out of the cabin and stood at the cabin door waving for everyone to come forward for help.
Upon seeing this, everyone, including Squad Leader Yang, Wei Ran and others, gathered around and helped each other carry out various sacrifices from the cabin.
"Did you prepare this?" Wei Ran asked Qin II at the top of his voice amidst the noise of the propeller.
"no!"
While Qin Er responded loudly, he pointed at Mr. Zhou who was carrying a pig's head with its tail in his mouth and walked away, "I guess it was arranged by him!"
Hearing this, Wei Ran didn't ask any more questions, and he and Xia Shushi worked together to carry out a long altar table and walked to the side.
After a lot of work cleaning out the things in the cabin, Qin Er, Wei Ran and others said hello, then got into the cabin alone and flew away with the helicopter.
"Mr. Wei is righteous"
Mr. Zhou, who was wearing a Tang suit, walked up to Wei Ran before the helicopter flew away, and bowed solemnly.
"Mr. Zhou doesn't have to be like this"
Wei Ran reacted very quickly and pulled Xia Shushi aside, supported Mr. Zhou and said, "This is what every Chinese person should do. I can't afford your bow."
“Affordable”
Zhou Qiguang looked at the wild grass and green bamboos around him and sighed, "I feel ashamed to say it. Since my father passed away, except for my second uncle who was still healthy more than ten years ago, he has gone to that temple every year to give Master Sehao a massage."
Zhuxiang, our whole family has never been here again."
Hearing this, Wei Ran and Xia Shushi were naturally reluctant to say anything. They just changed the subject and said, "It's not too late, Mr. Zhou, let's go and have a look in that cave."
"Yes! Go and have a look!"
As he spoke, Mr. Zhou quickened his pace. Under the leadership of Wei Ran and Xia Shushi, he walked along the barely cleared mountain road to the entrance of the cave.
When he saw the red jade stone tablet, Mr. Zhou fumbled for the words on the stone tablet and said, "I remember this tablet."
"Have you seen it before?" Xia Shushi asked in surprise.
"I've seen it before. I saw it when I was a kid."
While Mr. Zhou was talking, he took out a British Army P44 kettle from the shoulder bag on his waist that Wei Ran and Xia Shushi had seen and even opened in England, and poured the wine that had been stored for an unknown period of time on the altar.
In the celadon bowl on the table, he recalled, "It was around the 1960s, and I had just started school. At that time, our family had not yet left the free electricity grid."
Mr. Zhou put the kettle back into his bag, bowed respectfully to the stone tablet, lit three sticks of incense and stuck it in the incense burner and bowed again. Then he took a few steps back and continued, "At that time, my father and I
The two uncles and Master Sehao run a small jade mine together. This monument is cut from the stone they dug out of the jade mine, transported to Mo's village by ship, and then made of a large stone raised by Master Sehao.
Like someone who moved into a temple."
Speaking of this, Mr. Zhou touched the big characters on the stone tablet and said, "These characters were written by Uncle Shouzheng. Although I have no memory of him, I still remember that there was such a picture hanging in the temple at that time. Every day
The first time I came here, my father always said that the calligraphy was written by Uncle Shouzheng.
At that time, every time I asked why I didn't see Uncle Shouzheng, my father always said that he was busy, standing guard."
Taking the cigarette from Xia Shushi, Mr. Zhou, who was lost in memories, let Wei Ran light it for him, slowly sat under the camphor tree and continued, "I remember very clearly that when the monument was chiseled, it was Master Se Hao.
I personally took out the calligraphy. I wanted to touch the seal on the calligraphy, but my father slapped me in the face."
Mr. Zhou sighed, turned around and said, "If I remember correctly, there are also words engraved on the other side of this monument."
"What words are engraved on it?" Xia Shushi asked subconsciously.
"Can not remember"
Mr. Zhou shook his head and said with a bit of laughter and tears, "I only remember that when this stele was finally carved, my father, Master Sehao, and several of their native friends first used big guns to carve it at night.
The elephant loaded the stele into the boat, and then my father and a few natives followed the boat downstream. Master Sehao also set out overnight with his elephant.
I cried all afternoon in that temple, and they didn't take me there. Later, my father thought I was too noisy, and the night before departure, he couldn't help but beat me with a belt. That time they left.
After that, it took almost more than a week before I came back."
Mr. Zhou held a cigarette in his mouth and took out the kettle he had just put in again from his pocket. "But after my father came back, he put me, my mother, my second uncle and my aunt on a ship to England. When we arrived,
In England, I waited for several months before my father rushed over.
I remember that he was covered in injuries at that time, and the only items he had on him were this kettle and the pistol you saw before. The other things in the box suddenly appeared in my mind after a long time.
It’s in dad’s study.”
"Anti-Chinese Movement?" Xia Shushi asked in an almost affirmative tone.
"probably."
Mr. Zhou sighed, "Since then, the civil war in Wudian has not stopped. Later, when my two aunts took my cousins back to settle in Wudian, they were said to have been almost kidnapped. Since then,
I don’t even want to come to Free Phone, what a hell this place is!”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In Mr. Zhou’s memories and sighs, the helicopter also went and came back, and even circled around the mountainside before landing.
The photographer, who had most of his body suspended outside the cabin by his seat belt, also pointed his camera at Mr. Zhou, Wei Ran and Xia Shushi from a distance.
After the helicopter landed steadily on the platform on the top of the mountain, Qin Er and the camera crew were put down, and then they took off again, circling to the world outside the jungle.
There was no so-called interview session, and no one was responsible for the introduction. Except for the big brother carrying the camera, including the reporter and Mr. Zhou, who was over 50 years old, and everyone who arrived by helicopter one after another.
They all helped together to widen the mountain road from the top of the mountain to the entrance of the cave, and cleared the dense vegetation and large and small pieces of gravel at the entrance of the cave.
While everyone was busy, a solid wood offering table was placed steadily in front of the towering tombstone. On the offering table, incense burners with incense sticks still inserted were placed one by one, as well as the three animal sacrifices that had just been transported and a
Platefuls of various fruits and snacks.
At nine o'clock in the morning, after a discussion between Qin II and Mr. Zhou, he walked alone in front of the altar table, respectfully lit a handful of incense and bowed, then took out a piece of yellow paper and read aloud the temporary words written on it as if no one else was around.
Good tribute:
You are unyielding in troubled times, and you have sacrificed your life to resist external humiliation without regrets. You sincerely appreciate the merits of bloody battles, and you can have a safe and sound life. Now I raise three sacrifices, plain wine, and a small gift to move the heroes back to their homeland with honor. The soul has returned and has been fighting for a long time! The soul has been fighting for a long time!
Come back now and invite Angelica!
When Qin II burned the sacrificial inscription in his hand with the white candle on the table, and waited for the fluffy ashes to fall to the ground, he held the incense and worshiped devoutly again.
At the same time, Mr. Zhou, who was over fifty years old, also lit two firecrackers hanging on the camphor tree.
Amidst the crackling firecrackers, everyone present bowed and saluted. Brother Yang and his men, who were standing outside the camera lens, uniformly raised the Bayi bars in their hands and performed the 12 gun salutes with concentration.
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When the sound of firecrackers and gunfire stopped, Qin II, Xia Shushi, and Mr. Zhou each picked up the large bowl on the altar table and lightly poured the clear white wine inside under the camphor tree at the entrance of the cave.
Waiting patiently until half of the incense in the incense burner was burned, with an order, everyone led by Squad Leader Yang started the electric saws. First, they carefully cleaned up some tree roots next to the stone monument, and then cut the two tree trunks.
Pulleys and cables were fixed on top.
After digging out the altar, which was also made of jadeite, and lifting it to the side together, everyone immediately wrapped the stone tablet with a straw mat, carefully wrapped it with a flat belt, and connected it to the chain hoists on both sides.
Amidst the clattering sound of the chains, the flat straps tied to the huge stone tablet gradually tightened, and finally it was easily uprooted.
Pushed solely by human power, the pulled-out stone tablet slowly fell down, finally revealing a hole sealed by cement and stones.
Everyone except the photographer shouted slogans and worked together to carry it. Little by little, they moved the heavy stone tablet to the position where the altar table had just been placed, and untied the flat straps and straw mats tied to it.
"Wow!"
Taking advantage of the time needed to open the cave entrance, Wei Ran and Xia Shushi each poured a bucket of water on the back of the stone monument. While everyone was watching, they picked up a brand new hard-bristle brush and carefully cleaned away the growths on the stone monument.
of moss etc.
Gradually, the inscriptions, which were no more than the size of the fingernail of your little finger, appeared densely one after another as the water washed away. By the way, the center of the stone monument was also exposed, which was about the size of an arm and penetrated the entire stone monument.
Jadeite veins.
"List of those killed in action by the Fifth Army of the National Revolution"
Xia Shushi was the first to read the writing on the top of the stone tablet, but he could not read the following words at all.
Anonymous 1
Anonymous 2
Anonymous 3
The entire stone tablet is covered with numerous "Anonymous" characters, and under each "Anonymous", there is a number that may just be used for distinction.
Everyone's eyes slowly moved down. When they saw the last nameless person at the bottom of the stone monument, the number added under "Anonymous" had become "1377"!
Finally, after the nameless 1377 years, when the baby was born, pairs of parents gave each child names with various beautiful meanings.
"Long Guoping, Chen Huayi, Yu Mingbo, Weikeda, Deng Yunfu"
Xia Shushi read one name after another, but everyone around him had goosebumps. Even among those with names, there were a total of one hundred and twelve!
Among the people present, some people knew very well that these people with names were once just horizontal and vertical characters on a steel helmet.
After a long time, Xia Shushi hoarsely read out the last two names engraved with difficulty: "Liang Yimin and Qin Shouzheng."
I picked up a towel and wiped the bottom edge of the tombstone, but there were seven palm-sized characters: Go home! You must go home!
"We're late," Qin Er murmured in a hoarse voice. But the rest of the people around him fell into silence.
"The cave is open!"
In this depressing atmosphere, Brother Yang, who had just been leading people to work at the entrance of the cave, shouted.
After hearing this, everyone stood up and walked towards the entrance of the cave, which was not that big.
As strong flashlights shone into the cave one by one, what everyone saw was a cement-reinforced cave. The caves were one after another, one on top of another, almost filling all the space.
Countless white porcelain urns!
Mr. Zhou knelt at the entrance of the cave, carefully took out the first urn, and gently wiped off the floating soil on it.
The white porcelain lid was engraved with the words "Fifth Army of the National Revolution, Anonymous 1487" at the beginning of firing. The still solid white sealing mud can be seen at the connection between the lid and the jar body.
"The Fifth Army of the National Revolution, Anonymous 1487"
Mr. Zhou solemnly read out the identity of the soldiers of the expeditionary force that exceeded the record on the stone tablet, and then solemnly handed it to Qin II behind him with both hands, and then passed it from Qin II to Xia Shushi, to Wei Ran, and to the back.
People lined up spontaneously and finally arrived at the waterhole surrounded by bamboo forests.
A large canopy of black cloth had been set up here early. When these urns were delivered here, several female staff from China immediately fetched water from the waterfall and dipped them in towels.
Carefully wiped away the floating soil accumulated on the white porcelain urns, and then sent them one by one to the side, wiped off the water stains on their bodies, and carefully wrapped them with a blue sky, white sun, and red flag that was no longer used. Every 12 people
As a group, they were placed in a transfer box with shock-absorbing foam.
In the midst of everyone's busy work, a total of 1,487 urns were cleaned out and sent to the poolside under the canopy for three full days to be washed, packed and sealed, waiting to be shipped away together.
Thanks to the protection of this reinforced cave, none of these urns have cracked. However, because a few of them are close to the cave entrance, perhaps due to changes in humidity, the sealing mud on the lids and urns has fallen off.
But it was also through this opportunity that everyone discovered that after opening the lid of almost every jar whose mud seal had fallen off, some relics could be seen in a bamboo tube.
Some of these relics are just a few metal buttons that still have some traces of flames burning, some are simple tobacco pouch pots made of bullet casings, some contain an incomplete pocket watch, or simply some unburned pieces of cloth.
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In the cleared cave, everyone also found a tombstone engraved with "Tomb of Liang Yimin, 22nd Division of the Fifth Army of Yicheng" and a grave bag next to it, as well as the only white porcelain urn with the exact name written on it.
"The tomb of Qin Shouzheng, the cook of the 22nd Division of the Fifth Army, the sworn brother who was born in Qian"
Qin Er read out the words engraved on the lid of the last urn, then raised his head and asked in confusion, "What does it mean to be young and beautiful?"
"Mai is an honorific in Burmese"
Mr. Zhou explained, "The name Nianqian is a bit special. It has a certain commemorative meaning and can be understood as peace or cessation of war. I remember my father once said when he was alive that after Uncle Shouzheng became the abbot of the temple, for convenience
During the event, he used the alias Nian Qian, and this name was given to him by Master Sehao."
Carefully sending the urn of the last expeditionary soldier Qin Shouzheng out of the cave, everyone walked to the unfinished Buddha statue. There were several bamboo baskets lined up side by side, some of which contained the items that Squad Leader Liang and others had used.
There were many used cooking utensils, some containing flower traps and other weapons snatched from the Japanese.
In addition, there is also a stoneware jar that is very familiar to Wei Ran.
The sealing mud of this jar is still intact, and eight red letters written in paint can still be seen on the roughly made jar - "On the day of returning home, let's raise a glass and drink together."
