No one could comfort her, or in other words, no one knew how to comfort her.
All words, in the face of the mother's great grief for losing her three sons, are as pale and barren as those spoken by the army commander with the rank of lieutenant general and general.
"All the officers and soldiers of the Independent Regiment are here, salute!" Liu Lang roared angrily, taking the lead in raising his right arm high in a military salute.
"All officers and soldiers of the 21st Group Army are here, salute!" Xia Guozhang, who followed later, also gave the same order.
All the soldiers present stood up straight and solemnly, and in what they thought was the most neat military posture, they saluted the pale old woman who was lifted up from the ground by Gu Xiaobai.
Military salutes have always been given only to superiors and comrades-in-arms. It is rare to pay tribute to people outside the military. Even if it is, it is mostly private in nature, but it has never been done on such a large scale to pay tribute to an ordinary citizen again.
However, no one found it strange.
Because it is more reasonable for a son to pay tribute to his mother.
"Sir, did my baby's father die behind my three babies? Did he also blow up a Japanese tank?" The old woman who finally stopped crying looked straight at Liu Lang.
, asked softly.
"Yes!" Liu Lang's heart suddenly felt sour and he nodded lightly.
Although he was unable to witness the battlefield in person, Liu Lang could still see traces of the heroic death of the four father and son in the letter written by Yang Sen. Liu Lang could even get a glimpse of the experience of the four father and son in the army.
The eldest brother had been in the army the longest. After he had been in the army for a long time, he recruited his brothers into the army. At that time, there was no such thing as a soldier to protect the family and the country. Most of them were soldiers, as the old woman once said.
They were paid. All three sons were in the military camp. After all, the father was worried. The last one to enter the military camp became the one with the lowest rank.
It was just a job to support the family, but unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, he really went to the battlefield and died on the battlefield. Liu Lang knew that compared to the old woman who was despairing at this time, the woman who was on October 19
The cook soldiers who died in the Japanese war must be even more desperate and heartbroken.
On the first day of the war, the youngest third son died in battle, then the second son, and then the eldest son. No one can know how the father felt when he knew that his three sons died one after another for four consecutive days.
.
He gave everyone an answer with his own actions. A cook who only used his time between battles to deliver steamed buns and biscuits to the battlefield blew up a Japanese tank while carrying a pack of explosives.
He avenged his sons with his own life.
"My baby's father has avenged the babies." A glimmer of light flashed in the old woman's tearful eyes, and her somewhat stooped waist straightened. "Sir, you are a good commander, and God will bless you.
If you live a long life, the old woman will not disturb you and the army on their way."
"Auntie, where are you going?" Gu Xiaobai looked at the old woman who was about to walk, and couldn't help but pause for a moment.
"Yao Mei! I'm going home. You have to be careful when fighting." The old woman tried her best to squeeze out a smile from her miserable face, as a thank you to the young reporter for taking care of her.
A face full of wrinkles and sorrow, covered with tears, but trying to show a smile to a little girl who had shown tenderness to her. This is mother, a typical, authentic Chinese mother, even though she is already in her heart
Even when she was completely broken, she still maintained enough courtesy.
Gu Xiaobai burst into tears instantly. She thought of her mother. Her mother must still be worried about herself going to the battlefield in heaven! However, she also went to the battlefield for her mother! Can her mother understand this reason?
Mothers want to protect their children, but the children have grown up. They leave the protection of their parents, pick up guns and go to the battlefield to protect their mothers.
This is how ancient China took root, sprouted and thrived from both sides of the Yellow River thousands of years ago. While countless nations disappeared silently in the long river of history, China continued to thrive.
Liu Lang's heart trembled suddenly. He knew that perhaps, the moment she left the sight of him and others, this mother would commit suicide.
Her eyes were clearly full of death intentions.
The wooden hairpin that was once scattered in her bun has quietly disappeared.
"Ma'am, don't leave in a hurry, you still have a little son!" Liu Lang hurriedly stepped forward and tried to persuade her to stay.
Liu Lang knew that if a person wants to die, if you want to keep her, you can't comfort her. To comfort a person with a withered heart is just to reopen the bloody wound in his heart. The best way is to give her hope.
Sure enough, when she heard Liu Lang's words, the old woman who had walked several steps suddenly stopped her feet. She turned back to look at Liu Lang, her eyes clouded by tears flashed with a fascinating light, and she held Liu Lang and stretched out her hand.
He kept his arms and moved his lips: "Sir, you can't lie to me. Where is my son?"
Her hand was so strong that even Liu Lang felt his arm hurt from being caught.
Obviously, this younger son, for whom there is no specific news, is the old woman's last concern and the only reason that can support her to continue living.
"There is no news yet. The 20th Army has clearly informed that there is no Yang Silang, neither the 23rd Army nor the 22nd Army. Among the Sichuan Army that went out to fight, only the 43rd Army has not responded to the call. Before coming, I have personally called
The 43rd Telecommunications Army, please ask Commander Guo of the 43rd Army to help me find him. It shouldn’t take too long. Please believe me, I will definitely help you find him. As long as he is still alive, I will definitely send him to you." Liu Langwei said.
He replied sincerely.
"Really? My youngest son is still alive?"
"Yes, if there is no 20th Army, it must be in the 43rd Army. The 43rd Army came to Songhu late and has been serving as a reserve force. He has not had time to go to the battlefield. He must still be alive." Liu Lang nodded.
"Thank you, thank you, sir. I know that the little devils are here. It's impossible not to drive them out. I committed a crime by coming to see my son. I don't ask you to bring him to me. I just want to hear him.
Just listen to his voice and call me "Mom." Tears welled up in the old woman's eyes as she begged in a plaintive voice.
The biggest request of a mother with four sons is that one of her sons can call her mom. But the countless soldiers present are unable to fulfill her small wish because her three sons have already fought in the war.
Death, the life or death of the last son is also uncertain.
Tears blurred the eyes of all the soldiers present.
"I promise you my honor as a soldier!" Liu Lang took a step back and solemnly saluted the old woman again. "I will arrange for someone to send you to Changde City in the rear to wait. As soon as there is news, I will notify you as soon as possible.
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"Salute!" The soldiers present raised their right arms again.
Whether in the car or in the wilderness.
The old woman sitting in the back of a tricycle experienced the saddest moment in her life. At the same time, she also accepted the most glorious moment in her life. Thousands of soldiers stood on both sides of her,
Raise your arms high.
That is the tribute that all soldiers pay to their mothers. Just like when they returned home to say goodbye to their mothers, their bodies were upright, their eyes were filled with tears, their hearts were full of reluctance, but their will was firm.
"Captain Liu, you lied to her!" Xia Guozhang sighed slightly as he watched several soldiers escorting the old woman on a three-wheeled motorcycle from a distance.
It is true that the 43rd Army did not go to the battlefield as a reserve before, but its current situation is even more terrifying than that of the 20th Army and the 21st Army, which suffered more than half of the casualties in a bloody battle on the Songhu battlefield. At any rate, on the Songhu battlefield
, it’s hundreds of thousands for two hundred thousand, but the 43rd Army in Songjiang at the moment is worth ten thousand for one hundred thousand. Just thinking about it makes people feel cold all over.
"Yes, I lied to her." Liu Lang could only sigh. "If I didn't lie to her, she wouldn't be able to live on."
"Living like this is much more painful for her than death." Xia Guozhang's eyes welled up with pain. "I have 30,000 men in Guangxi, and in just one week, they have filled the entire battlefield. I don't know what will happen to me when I wait."
How should they face their parents when they return to Guangxi?"
"Deputy Commander Xia, you are wrong." Liu Lang's eyes flashed with determination. "Today, your Gui army, our Sichuan army, the Guangdong army... even if all the Chinese armies died here, they would still be counted.
One hundred thousand or even millions. It is better for one family to cry than for a hundred families to cry. If we, as soldiers, are afraid of fighting, then even if you and I are alive, we will see that today there will be not only one Yang mother, but ten thousand people.
It’s tens of millions of people.”
"Mother Yang must live. Only by living can we have hope. Only by living can we hope to see the day when we defeat the Japanese invaders, and then we can feel that the sacrifices of her sons are valuable." Liu Lang continued.
"Can we really defeat the Japanese invaders?" Xia Guozhang's eyes flashed with confusion.
"Victory belongs to the army that is not afraid of sacrifice, to the country that is not afraid of failure, and to the nation that firmly believes that there is a dawn." Liu Lang took a deep breath. "There is nothing terrible about repeated defeats, it is just repeated defeats!"
"Failed after repeated defeats, defeated after repeated battles..." Xia Guozhang muttered these words in a low voice, and the confusion in his eyes finally became clear. "Thank you, Captain Liu, you are right, Song
Although our army in Shanghai was defeated, it did not allow the little devils to take too much advantage. They were few in number and I had many. Songhu was all dead, as were Anhui, Hubei, Hunan, Guangxi, and Guangdong...
.If every one of them dies, one of them will be missing. I will fight with them if I hold him in my mouth."
"Hey, Mr. Xia, do you dare to play something big?" When Liu Lang saw that there was a way, an idea came to his mind.
Although the Gui army seems to be completely defeated at this moment, but to be honest, it is already worthy of being able to maintain its military structure and pull artillery and baggage even when the morale of the army has been weakened, and there are pursuers and plane bombings in the sky.
Their Guangxi Wolf Army is famous.
Liu Lang remembered the tragic description in time and space of how this great retreat directed by the Chinese High Command eventually turned into a rout: only about one-third of the army could still fight against the pursuing enemy under the control of the High Command.
There was effective resistance, but two-thirds of the army retreated crazily. More than 100,000 people even lost their organizations and weapons. The artillery was blown up or pushed into the river. The guns were sold by the soldiers for money and food, and even
Some troops looted friendly troops and civilians when they were short of supplies...
As for this, even though he was the deputy division commander, because his division commander was seriously injured in the Battle of Songhu, he actually took charge of an infantry division. Even in the 21st Army, he was a powerful general who could speak for himself.
If he could be fooled into rushing to Songjiang with a Guangxi wolf army, then he would be a little more sure of going to Songjiang.