Later, I learned that the Miao people do have this custom. The profound meaning behind this custom is that the Miao people believe that people must be buried in the ground after death, because they believe that the land gave birth to people, and people cannot live without the land.
After death and being buried in the earth, one can soon be reincarnated as a human through the earth.
In other words, if the body is buried in the soil of a foreign land, it will become a ghost in a foreign land, and it will also become a person in a foreign land when reborn in the future.
It is precisely because of this...that Xiao Wang carries a bag of soil from his hometown with him, which means...even if he dies, he will still be born in his own motherland in the future. He will still be born in his hometown.
At this moment, I couldn’t help but think of the comrades who had sacrificed their lives along the way, the squad leader who died at the hands of a Vietnamese woman, Laojie, and Highland 239...
Will those soldiers who sacrificed their lives return to their hometowns? I am skeptical about this. The reason is very simple. The management of the army is chaotic and the sacrifice speed is too fast... There are many soldiers who we have not even mixed with.
They were sacrificed even if they looked familiar. There were even some soldiers who didn't even have their names or household registration registered. They had no idea where they were from or what their names were!
From this point of view, Old Yutou seemed lucky, because his body was sent back home the next day in a car arranged by the field hospital.
"What are you thinking about?" Zhang Fan, who was changing my dressing, couldn't help but asked when he saw that I was deep in thought.
"Nothing!" I shook my head.
It's just a sad topic like this to think about, but if I really want to talk about it... I don't think it's necessary.
The living people need to think more about how to survive.
"The wound has opened again!" Zhang Fan said distressedly while cleaning my wound: "Maybe it's because of the battle last night. I heard... you killed more than a dozen Yue Japanese by yourself last night? Comrades were all here
As for you, everyone says you are worthy of being a fighting hero! There are even a few who came to me to use the back door..."
"Take the back door?" I couldn't help but wonder: "Is there any back door you can use?"
"They want to learn marksmanship from you!" Zhang Fan said with a smile: "They are afraid that you won't accept them as apprentices!"
I could only smile bitterly and say nothing. If Zhang Fan knew that I myself narrowly escaped death last night, I wonder if she would have said it so easily.
"That's right!" Zhang Fan then asked with lingering fear: "Were you...were you this scary when you were fighting in the past? Or was it more scary than this?"
I don't know how to answer. Although it can be said to be "terrible" last night, there were only about twenty Vietnamese Japs. The reason why such a terrible situation was caused was simply because the Vietnamese army controlled our army.
The intelligence. However, compared with the dense shells and ant-like enemies on the battlefield... it is still far behind.
But it’s better not to let Zhang Fan know about these things.
"Comrade Yang Xuefeng..." At this moment, Company Commander Xu pushed the door open and came in. When he saw Zhang Fan changing my dressing, he said "um": "How about... I'll come back later!"
"Company Commander Xu!" I quickly stopped him: "I'll be fine soon, it's just a little skin injury! Is something okay?"
"Oh, that's what happened!" Captain Xu carefully closed the door, moved a stool and sat down in front of me, lowering his voice and said: "What I want to talk to you about when I come here this time is about spies!
I think you were right in what you said last night. If there were no spies in our army, it would be impossible for the Japanese to have a clear grasp of our situation!"
After a pause, Captain Xu continued: "I think this spy must be caught out, otherwise... what happened last night may happen again!"
I clearly felt Zhang Fan's hand shaking when changing my dressing, as if he was frightened by Captain Xu's words.
"Yeah!" I nodded and said, "Actually, Captain Xu, have you ever thought... that the simplest solution is to transfer Zhang Fan?"
Zhang Fan refused to agree when I said that. She secretly pressed my wound from behind, which only made me take a breath.
"I've thought about this too!" Captain Xu said with some embarrassment: "But the superior... just asked Comrade Zhang Fan to come to the front line to experience and learn. He definitely won't be able to be transferred back to the country. If he is not transferred back to the country, it will be the same wherever he is transferred...
On the contrary, we have suffered a loss here, and it may be safer if we strengthen our vigilance in the future!"
Hearing this, I couldn't help but frown. What Captain Xu said does make sense. It's just that... I don't understand why this superior must let Zhang Fan go to the front line for some experience and learning... Thinking about it, I think it's because of two considerations.
In this era, the equality of officers and soldiers was emphasized, and the children of high-ranking cadres also had to go to the front line, otherwise it would be difficult to convince the masses. Secondly, this self-defense counterattack did not last long, only more than half a month, and the superiors thought that if they could hold on a little longer, they would soon be defeated.
The past has passed. We cannot just transfer Zhang Fan back to China and give up halfway.
But no matter what the reason was, there was no order from the superiors... We who are platoon commanders and company commanders have no right to discuss whether to transfer Zhang Fan back to China. We don't even have the power to transfer a small soldier.
"Since there is no way to transfer...then we have to find the spies!" I frowned and said, "This is not an easy task...not to mention that it is difficult to find the people in the security company, but this wounded person is
They come from various armies and directions, and their origins are from all over the world. If this is found out, I'm afraid the war will be over!"
"Yes!" Captain Xu nodded in embarrassment: "That's why I'm troubled by this, so I came to ask you if there is anything you can do!"
Hearing this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly: What else can I do? I'm not a god...
"But..." I scratched my head and said hesitantly: "I seem to have heard the name of this spy... What is it called? It seems to be... Ruan Chengxing!"
That was last night when I went to the warehouse to get a sniper rifle, and I heard the two Vietnamese soldiers inside discussing the sniper rifle. One of the Vietnamese soldiers said: Ruan Chengxing must know about this, let him point out the Chinese snipers...
At that time, I was surprised, why did Ruan Chengxing know about this? Why was Ruan Chengxing able to point out the Chinese sniper?
It was just that at that time I was only thinking about how to kill enemies and how to get a sniper rifle, so I didn't take it to heart. Now that I think about it... I feel that this Ruan Chengxing must be a spy.
"Hmm! Ruan Chengxing?" Captain Xu hesitated for a moment, and then said with certainty: "There is no one with this name in our company!"
"There are no doctors or wounded people either!" Zhang Fan said: "This should be a Vietnamese name. The spy must have used a pseudonym!"
"That's right!" Neither Captain Xu nor I had any objection to Zhang Fan's conclusion.
In fact, if any spy would use his original name to infiltrate the enemy's army, he would be the most stupid one. So... this name seems to have little value.
But...it doesn't seem to be completely worthless.
Maybe give it a try...nothing to lose anyway!
Thinking of this, I said to Company Commander Xu: "Company Commander... how about we gather the comrades for a meeting?"
"Meeting?" Captain Xu and Zhang Fan looked at me in unison, not understanding why I was talking about having a meeting!
Holding a meeting is not a big deal, because such things are often done in normal times, so whether they are wounded or soldiers, everyone is familiar with the road and carries stools to the grain drying field.
The platform is very simple, just a table with a small speaker, the kind that you have to hold in your hand when talking... This makes me a little uncomfortable, because in modern times, this thing seems to be only used by roadside stalls.
He shouted: "Don't miss it if you pass by..."
Originally, I thought it was just a meeting, and I would just call my soldiers up to give them a lecture. However, when they gathered together, I realized that it was different from what I imagined... The person sitting in front of me was
It was completely dark. Soldiers, medics, and wounded were all gathered together. They all looked at me up and down, and I suddenly felt pressure in my heart.
A soldier diligently poured tea and water for us, then held my hand and said: "Thank you, Comrade Yang Xuefeng, if it weren't for you... I don't know how many people in our security company would have died last night!"
"Um! You're welcome!" I don't know how many times I have answered this, and now I am beginning to hate such clichés.
After the soldier went down, Captain Xu, who was sitting next to him, introduced me: "He is the translator of our guard company, his name is Zhou Tao. Both his parents died at the hands of the Vietnamese Japs, so he hates the Vietnamese Japs very much!"
"Oh!" I nodded. There were many such examples mentioned by Captain Xu. There were border conflicts before the war, right? So I didn't take it to heart.
Seeing that the people had almost arrived, Captain Xu grabbed the trumpet and started to speak: "Comrades, we experienced a narrow escape last night. The cunning Vietnamese Japanese invaded our field hospital while we were playing a movie... On defense...
I, the commander of the security company, need to reflect on my dereliction of duty! Fortunately, Comrade Yang Xuefeng relied on his extraordinary wit and bravery to deal with the enemy, and we were able to turn defeat into victory. Not only did we smash the conspiracy of the Yue Japanese, but we also annihilated them in one fell swoop.
Vietnamese Army Agent Platoon!"
"Okay!" There was a burst of applause from the following very cooperatively.
"Next!" Company Commander Xu continued: "I would like to invite the combat hero Comrade Yang Xuefeng to speak and introduce his combat experience against the Japanese!"
There was another burst of applause.
Although I am not an otaku in modern times, I have never seen such a scene. In addition, I saw Zhang Fan staring at me with a pair of expectant eyes below, which made me even more at a loss.
But it was impossible not to speak at this time, so I had to take the trumpet handed over by Captain Xu and said awkwardly: "Comrades, actually...this meeting is not about introducing combat experience...that, mainly...I
It’s not even a day or two in this field hospital, and I can’t name the people I know, and I can’t identify the names of those I know... At this moment, on a whim, I summoned my comrades to identify him."
As I said that, I took out a list and said: "I have a list here. Anyone whose name is called just needs to shout 'Here'. Considering that there are injured people, we just raise our hands. Do you understand?"
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"clear!"
"clear!"
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The people at the venue seemed a little disappointed when they heard what I said, so the reaction was not very intense, but what they didn't know was... at this time, I had quietly cast down a net... a net for catching fish!