In the early morning, Liu Lang walked out of his accommodation.
But this time, he rarely changed into a formal dress, the kind of formal uniform that was only worn on New Year's Day and when he met with the supreme commander and to attend the weddings of navy, army and air force officers.
Wearing a large cap, a straight woolen military uniform, walking trousers and riding boots, he looks unusually handsome.
After being tempered by the war, Liu Tuanzuo, who is wearing a well-fitting military uniform, can no longer be said to be very fat. Rather than saying he is fat, it is more appropriate to say he is strong, especially when he has a solemn and fierce look on his face, and
His face was as gentle as that of a rich man before, but he was completely different.
From the first time Liu Xueyuan saw him, her eyes lit up, and her eyes were mostly soft. You could tell that Liu Tuanzuo's outfit was absolutely appropriate.
Compared to the dashing Colonel Liu, the beautiful reporter looked much less well-dressed. She didn’t have any makeup, her face was bare, and she didn’t wear any jewelry. She didn’t wear the gray-blue national army autumn and winter uniform that she had worn since entering the battlefield in eastern Shanxi.
, but changed into a cotton cheongsam, which is extremely popular among women nowadays. However, this cheongsam was obviously chosen deliberately by her. It was not too slim to show off her figure. On the contrary, it was a bit wide and looked a bit bloated.
It's not the kind that fits too well. The color is also monotonous light blue.
At a quick glance, this outfit made the beautiful reporter stand out from the crowd. She was really ordinary and couldn't be more ordinary.
However, true beauty cannot be concealed by clothes. When you look again, Liu Xueyuan in ordinary clothes has a different charm than when she is dressed up for going out. When she is dressed up, she is like a rose, hot and gorgeous.
But the plain appearance in green clothes is like the green lotus in the lotus pond. Which of the two is more beautiful, you have to understand the mood of the "flower" person.
At least judging from Liu Lang's satisfied nod, Liu Xueyuan was very satisfied with Liu Xueyuan's appearance.
It's not that he is in a high mood and prefers to be as elegant as Qinglian, but the two of them are not going out on a date dressed like this.
They were going to attend the funeral ceremony and send their comrades home.
Rejecting the special car sent by the director of the Wuhan camp, the two got into rickshaws and went straight to a small street near Sanyuan Road in Hankou.
There is someone waiting for them somewhere.
Yes, when Liu Lang and Liu Xueyuan arrived, a group of soldiers, also dressed in Chinese Air Force uniforms, lined up neatly, waiting for them at the entrance of the small street.
The leader was Zhou Dapeng, who stood solemnly with both hands holding a small box wrapped in white cloth hanging on his chest.
There is no mourning cloth on the arms. As a soldier, the most solemn military uniform is the highest tribute to him!
Although I don’t know what this group of air force pilots are doing standing here in the early morning autumn wind, no one of the surrounding people dared to make a loud noise, they all just watched from a distance, although they wanted to know.
The purpose of these pilots coming here to stand in line.
Looking at Liu Lang striding towards him from afar, Zhou Dapeng, headed by him, stood at attention solemnly.
There is no need for small talk, the etiquette among soldiers is simple and solemn.
"Turn right! Walk together!" Liu Lang stood in front of the queue, without saying much, and roared the military order in a low voice.
Although the pilots of the Aviation Volunteer Army are mainly overseas Chinese, the formations are trained according to the methods provided by Liu Lang. Liu Lang naturally does not worry that they will not understand when he gives orders.
"Whoa!" Under his leadership, the fifteen pilots turned right in unison, keeping pace with Liu Lang who was outside the queue, and walked into the small street.
They were here to send Chen Buping home. The simple courtyard deep in the street was the home rented by his parents and sister who had fled to Wuhan from Zhenjiang. This was something Zhou Dapeng had already requested from Wuhan.
, there is absolutely no mistake.
The people followed the solemn march of the soldiers into the small streets from a distance, as if they already knew something was about to happen.
Especially when the door of the small courtyard was closed, Liu Lang waved his hand, and the soldiers collectively stood in awe. Liu Lang took a neatly folded military flag of the Republic of China from Liu Xueyuan, who was walking at the end, and waved it in the wind.
, the military flag was unfolded, and then the young colonel gently covered it on the white cloth box held by the air force captain who had been clenching his cheeks.
Liu Lang took out a fifth-class Baoding Medal from his arms and placed it gently on the military flag. It was the highest level of the Baoding Medal that a lieutenant officer could obtain. Because the numbers of the air force units participating in the war must be kept secret, even the medals were awarded.
, there was no air traffic control, and they were all led by Wang Shihe, who was preparing to award medals to all the pilots of the "Aviation Volunteer Army" who participated in the escort on the tarmac of Hankou Airport.
Liu Lang had already asked Wang Shihe to attend Chen Buping's funeral ceremony on the special plane. As a representative of the army participating in the war in eastern Shanxi, Liu Lang was naturally qualified. After hearing about Chen Buping's deeds, Wang Shihe also
I was so moved that I originally wanted to attend in person, but I just thought that when I came to Wuhan, I would also have to contact politicians from all walks of life in Wuhan. I had to go to visit Liu Xiang early this morning. I was really busy, so I had to entrust Liu Lang to attend on my behalf and entrust Liu Lang to deliver the medal.
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However, Wang Shihe finally promised that Chen Buping would be highly praised by the government as a sacrificial air warrior in the great victory over Shanxi Province. The coffins of Generals Hao Mengling and Liu Jiaqi would be transported back to Wuhan for a state funeral, and Chen Buping could also serve as a representative of the Air Force.
A state funeral is also a tribute to all air force pilots who sacrificed their lives in the Songhu Anti-Japanese War.
Zhou Dapeng and the remaining fourteen pilots also refused to be awarded the medal at the airport. They requested that the medal ceremony be held at Chen Buping's home. Whether on the battlefield or when the medal was awarded, they had to be with their comrades and brothers.
In the entire small street, there were more than a thousand people watching, but they were silent. They just watched the sixteen soldiers standing at the door of the small courtyard like sixteen green pines.
The somewhat dilapidated wooden door of the small courtyard creaked open, and a 28-year-old girl with a vegetable basket and two big braids on her face walked out from behind the door and suddenly saw a person.
A group of soldiers lined up in front of the door and were shocked.
He suddenly took two steps back and returned to the door. After a while, he stuck his head out and asked with some anxiety: "Who are you looking for?"
"We are looking for the uncles of Chen Zixiang and Wei Jingcheng. We also asked my little sister to tell them on their behalf that Liu Lang, the leader of the 23rd Army Independent Regiment, led the Chinese Air Force Department to visit." Liu Lang stepped forward and said.
"Captain Liu Lang? Air Force?" The girl's face was filled with joy at first, and she looked behind Liu Lang. A row of familiar Air Force uniforms stood neatly behind the Army Colonel in uniform, with surprise on her face, "You guys
, are they my brother Huaiming’s comrades? Where is my brother Huaiming? Why didn’t we come back together?”
Faced with a series of questions from the charming girl.
All the soldiers, including Liu Lang, were silent.
The people who were following behind more or less understood were even more silent. Even many men couldn't help but lower their heads. They didn't want that cute girl to be injured soon, although it was inevitable.
Liu Lang knew that this must be Chen Huaimin's little sister who changed her original name from Chen Tianle to Chen Nan because of the grief of her brother's death.
However, when faced with her question, even a wise man like Liu Lang didn't know how to answer. Can he say, your brother has come back, but he can only be brought back by us in that small box?
No matter in his past or present life, Liu Lang, like all patriotic soldiers, is not afraid of death. However, they are also timid. The greatest cowardice is at this time.
When she opened the door to the house, the little girl looked cute and naive and asked: When can my brother come back?
When can I return?
How to answer? Unable to answer.
However, we have to face it eventually.
Facing the silence, the girl seemed to have a bad premonition, her face turned pale and she didn't say anything. Another woman walked out of the door, and when she arrived, a soft voice came out first, "Tianle, why are you still here?
Are you waiting for me? Why don't I come to see you after clearing the dishes? If you don't go early, the price of food will go up."
A woman of about 20 years old with bangs and a light blue jacket and a blue skirt walked out of the door. The first row of soldiers she saw clearly made her stunned. Then she looked sideways at the pale girl, as if she also remembered
What did he say? His face, which already looked a little haggard, turned even paler. There was an unbearable pleading in his eyes, and his voice was slightly trembling as he asked: "Dare I ask, why did Mr. Colonel visit Chen's house? Do you know Chen Tian?"
He or Chen Huaiming?"
The Chen family has two sons in the army, the elder brother Chen Tianhe and the second son Chen Huaiming.
"Yes! We are all comrades-in-arms of Chen Huaiming!" Liu Lang stepped forward and saluted solemnly. "We are here especially to send our comrades home!"
"Send Huai Ming home..." The Shuangshi woman's face became even paler, her eyes couldn't help but look with tears in them, her cheeks trembled slightly. Zhou Dapeng held something covered with military flags in his hand, and his eyes suddenly became dull.
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Sound...
"Brother Huaiming!" The woman suddenly wailed like a cuckoo weeping blood! She fell to the sky.
"Sister-in-law!" The girl also had a sad look on her face. Just as she was about to help her, Liu Lang, who had been standing at the door, was much faster than her. He strode forward and helped the pale woman with her eyes closed.
Needless to say, this must be the fiancée Chen Huaiming met at Zhejiang University as recorded in the history books. The frail-looking woman, after following her fiancé to Wuhan, heard the news that her fiancé had died in battle and fainted on the spot.
Sighing slightly in his heart, he handed the woman in his arms to Liu Xueyuan who stepped forward to take care of her. Liu Lang led fifteen people from Zhou Dapeng into the small courtyard.
After the gate of the small courtyard was tightly closed, the people approaching silently heard cries coming from the small courtyard. At this moment, they were finally sure that the parents of the martyrs actually lived in this inconspicuous small courtyard.
When Chen Buping's coffin, wrapped in the national flag and decorated with medals, was handed over by Liu Lang to the trembling hands of the father of the Chen family, there was a loud cry of sadness in the small courtyard.
Chen Buping's mother, who is not older than sixty years old, is already full of gray hair. Think about it. Chen Buping's brother is also in the army. Two of the four children in the Chen family are serving in the army. How can a mother not worry about this?
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After years of being on tenterhooks, this time, the coffin of my youngest son arrived. Moreover, instead of being able to see the last remains of the coffin, it was a small urn.
This is really too cruel for a mother.
Instead of letting out a loud cry of grief like the two daughters beside her, the housewife of the Chen family just gently placed her white-haired head on her son's coffin, soaking the national flag with tears.
"My son, you are back, but I know your mother's heart aches to death."
In this scene alone, even though he was as strong as Liu Lang, tears filled his cheeks.
The tears at this moment are not for the army, but for the mother, the mother of the army.