The army queue is mainly divided into three parts.
The Independent Regiment has the smallest number of people and is in the middle; the 17th Division has slightly more people and is on the left; the 129th Division has the largest number of people and is on the right.
New recruits, veterans, and more than 40,000 troops stood solemnly in this rare wilderness in the mountains, feeling the warm sunshine and gentle mountain breeze, looking straight ahead.
Not far from them, a wooden platform made of dozens of logs was built against the mountain. Even though there was no one on it and there was only a standing microphone, their eyes were still solemn and intense where they looked.
Fierce because they all hope to climb the wooden platform to receive military honors, which is the highest honor for soldiers.
It was solemn because three miles behind the wooden platform was the towering main peak of Snowflake Mountain. All the troops on the front line had been notified of the battles that had taken place there. The entire army was dead, but not a single person retreated. The only surviving soldier jumped out of the pile of corpses.
He crawled out, but spent a day and night retrieving his troops and asked to continue participating in the war.
This terrifyingly tenacious fighting spirit is also an honor, even if they are just looking at their position from a distance without solemn eyes, it is not enough to express their respect as fellow soldiers.
"All troops stand at attention..." A voice so high-pitched that it was almost a roar came from the front row of the queue.
After several "Swish! Swish! Swish" sounds, more than 40,000 people collectively stood at attention.
Because there were more than 4,000 new recruits who had just joined the army and the training of each department was different, and because the voice of the etiquette officer could not reach that far, although the sound of trousers scraping together was far less uniform than that of later generations, more than 40,000 soldiers stood at attention almost at the same time.
The momentum is still very powerful.
The new recruits felt this atmosphere. Although they had only been in the army for one day and had not even had the opportunity to practice military posture for one day, they all held their breath and imitated the appearance of the veterans around them, squeezing their legs and holding their heads high and working hard to achieve their goals.
Stand up straighter yourself.
These little rookies don't know that if they continue to stand like this, within ten minutes, their legs will become weak and weak and it will be difficult to maintain this upright posture.
Military posture is a must-do subject in military training. What is tested is the determination to obey orders and perseverance. It is not just for good looks, as the recruits think now.
However, the veterans will not remind these new recruits that they have all been through the recruit period, and they understand one truth very well. Some things require words to teach, so it is better to let them experience it themselves. Just like the battlefield, from
Only recruits who survive the battlefield are qualified to become veterans. Otherwise, no matter how long they are taught, they will still be recruits.
Infantry drills can tell you how to dig trenches and identify artillery shells and what postures to use to avoid them, but they will never teach you how to survive in a hail of bullets and artillery fire.
From right to left, three officers walked over.
Three officers walked side by side, two lieutenant generals and a colonel.
Although a colonel mixed in with two lieutenant generals seemed a bit out of place, for this 40,000-strong army that was a mix of old and new, it was a matter of course.
As the commander-in-chief of the independent regiment, one of the three forces participating in this battle, Colonel Liu himself has this qualification. If coupled with his title as deputy commander-in-chief of the joint headquarters, he will be even more qualified to appear here.
Moreover, the chief officers of the two divisions never denied that the battle in Jindong was completed under the advice of Colonel Liu, who had the lowest military rank.
Liu Dazhu, the commander of the Bayonet Battalion of the Independent Regiment who served as the ceremonial officer, was wearing the official dark blue major uniform of the national army and looked proudly as he walked side by side with the two army lieutenant generals, with reverence in his eyes.
, with anger sinking in his Dantian, he shouted in a high-pitched voice that pierced the sky: "All troops, salute."
Just listen to the sound of "唰!唰!唰!".
Starting from the front rows to the back rows, row after row of soldiers raised their right arms.
The three of them also raised their arms and changed their formation, led by the future military god. Liu Lang, who was behind the queue, looked sideways and returned the salute to the troops under his command.
Except for the almost unanimous footsteps of the three people and the breathing of tens of thousands of people, there was no other sound in the entire venue.
There was no other language. The soldiers raised their arms and looked attentively at their generals and colonels. The generals and colonels also raised their arms and looked at their soldiers. It was just a language unique to the military that both generals and soldiers understood.
This is a tribute to victory and a tribute to comrades, whether living or dead.
It wasn't until he reached the far left of the 17th Division's formation that Liu Dazhu shouted loudly: "The ceremony is over!"
All the soldiers put down their arms and watched with some excitement as the three people who also put down their arms walked towards the empty rostrum with only a standing microphone.
Although it is empty now, everyone knows that it will soon be filled with glory.
The three people stood on the stage, facing an army of 40,000 people.
The future military god first stood in front of the microphone, his disparate eyes patrolling from the far right to the far left, with a smile on his face: "Everyone in the army, take a break!"
"The great victory of Jindong has spread throughout the country. All 40 million of our compatriots are congratulating us on the hundreds of thousands of troops on the front line of Jindong. You are worthy of being our Chinese army and the backbone of our Chinese nation. Commander Zhao and I
Commander Liu, we are all proud of you."
"Boom!" The audience burst into applause.
"So we are here today to award medals of military merit to the officers and soldiers who have achieved military merit in this battle of Eastern Jin Dynasty. I hope that the other officers and soldiers will take them as examples and fight the enemy bravely. After the next battle, I can also do it for
You put on the military medal with your own hands." After the applause gradually subsided, the future military god continued. "But before issuing the military medal, we cannot forget those soldiers who died in the battle. They sacrificed their lives for victory.
The price is that I will never be able to receive military medals in person again."
After speaking, stand next to the microphone.
"Take off your hat and pay silent tribute to your fallen comrades." Liu Dazhu's high-pitched voice sounded again.
Everyone took off their hats and bowed their heads.
"Fire the gun, hope that the heroes of our comrades are not far away, and celebrate the victory with us."
On the surrounding mountains, an entire infantry regiment of guards collectively raised their guns and pointed to the sky.
The constant "bang bang" sound of gunfire almost brought people back to the battlefield filled with bullets a few days ago.
Many people's lowered eyes were filled with a strong water color at this moment.
Yes! They stand here to receive awards for their meritorious service, and can enjoy the glory brought by victory and military exploits, but what about those dead comrades? They can't see it.
"End of silence!"
"Please give me a lecture, Mr. Zhao!"
"I won't say much else. I just want to take this opportunity to tell the whole army that the mountains and rivers are broken and the shame of our people's suffering can only be washed away by blood. If we can defend our country, all the men of Sanqin will die."
So what?" Zhao Shoushan, who was only 45 years old, but still couldn't hide the hair on his temples even though he was wearing a military hat, hissed.
There were also tears in his eyes.
Obviously, Liu Lang chose Snowflake Mountain, where his entire regiment of the 102nd Regiment of the 17th Division suffered bloodshed, as the place to award his merits. In addition, the previous gun salute still aroused the sadness of the Army Lieutenant General.
After all, his 17th Division almost lost an infantry regiment here, and he almost lost an infantry brigade in Fululing, which was only a dozen miles away. More than 5,000 Shaanxi Lengwa died in this battle.
On the ground he stood.
Looking from his headquarters, the dark blue figure covered almost the entire Taihang Mountains. How could he not have black hair on his head and turn into a hundred hair overnight?
Many of the soldiers belonging to the 17th Division in the audience also burst into tears. Obviously, their mood at this time was the same as that of their general.
"We are not afraid of sacrifice, and we can welcome victory. Now, we can destroy the enemy's 20th Division, and in the future, we can destroy more little Japanese invaders. I, Zhao Shoushan, swear here not to drive away the Japanese invaders.
I swear not to return home. If one day I die in battle, I will bury my body at the foot of this mountain." Zhao Shoushan continued. "I also ask all the officers and soldiers to bravely kill the enemy, make new achievements, and defend our country. Now.
I have asked Commander Liu to give me a lecture. He will announce on behalf of the joint command the list of soldiers who have won various military exploits in this battle."
Liu Lang first saluted Zhao Shoushan and the future military god who were standing aside, and then stood in front of the microphone. He did not pick up the merit list he had already held in his hand and start reading it, but rolled it up first.
He stood up, looked at the whole army solemnly, and said: "I chose the address of today's military merit ceremony. Do you know why?"
"Yes, it's just as you thought." Liu Lang turned sideways slightly and stared at the main peak of Snowflake Mountain behind him, "Because here, our army on the eastern Shanxi front suffered the heaviest casualties, but even if the entire army was killed, they never took a step back.
Position. 144 brothers from the 5th Company of the 102nd Regiment of the 17th Division are there. Their graves are made of bomb-proof caves. But there are only 113 people there. Because 31 of the other 32 people buried there
, buried by gunfire.
In fact, that was not the first time I heard someone reporting to his superiors with flags that the position was about to fall, please fire on me. Our independent regiment's death-defying company was also so heroic on the ancient mountain in the Battle of the Great Wall. That night
, I sat on the top of the mountain and stared at their positions all night, my heart was as sharp as a knife.
However, my daredevil company finally dug an underground tunnel a month ago to hide in. Although the final casualties were more than 80%, they still managed to survive for more than 30 years. But the 5th company had nothing but trenches.
The only shell-proof cave was regarded by them as the tomb of their fallen comrades and was blown up before the last moment to prevent the Japanese invaders from invading.
Then, they faced hundreds of enemy and enemy bullets with pure flesh and blood. At the last moment of their lives, they chose to integrate with the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.
They are heroes who are not afraid of death and are true Chinese soldiers. Therefore, I chose this place to award military honors to the entire army and pay tribute to them. Otherwise, I don’t know how to express my respect to my fallen comrades."
After saying that, Liu Lang put his legs together and performed a military salute in the direction of the main peak of Snowflake Mountain in an extremely solemn and solemn manner.
"salute!"
The whole army saluted collectively again.
Last time, it was against their chief officer.
This time, it was against their comrades.
Even if their comrades have fallen asleep! Even if their comrades have fallen asleep! But they hope that they can still hear and see.
"Company commander, platoon commander, brother-in-law, brothers! Have you seen it? The commander is saluting you, tens of thousands of brothers are saluting you, you are not at a loss, is it worth it?" Tudou burst into tears.
However, the body shape is straight.
He was returning the gift on behalf of his brothers who could no longer return the gift.