"Are you Yang Silang, and your mother's surname is Chang?" Liu Xueyuan stared at the young soldier standing in front of him and asked softly.
"Yes!" Yang Xiaoshan's eyes flashed with sadness.
Others don't know why his mother traveled thousands of miles to find relatives, but he doesn't know that it's because his father and three brothers have already joined the army. If he, the youngest son in the family, leaves again, leaving his mother alone at home, how can she feel at ease?
"Your father and three brothers are all joining Commander Yang's 20th Army!" Liu Xueyuan's eyes became more and more sad.
Although the soldier would have to know this sad news sooner or later, she still felt it was too cruel for her to tell a soldier who had just come off the front line like this.
"Yes! Do they also know about my mother coming here?" Yang Xiaoshan, or rather Yang Silang couldn't help but feel a twitch in his heart.
He also doesn't know what happened to his father and three brothers in the 20th Army. This is also a worry that has been tormenting his heart.
"This is the letter that Commander Yang sent to Commander Liu of the Independent Regiment today. Commander Liu asked me to forward it to you." Liu Xueyuan lowered her head, not wanting the soldiers in front of her to see the tears shining in her eyes.
"I'm illiterate..." The soldier holding the letter looked at the company commander beside him in panic.
It wasn't because he didn't know the words and couldn't read the letter that he panicked, but because his warrior instinct made him feel as if there was a dark cloud hanging over his head. It was so dull that his heart almost exploded, even as he watched the old squad leader helplessly.
The moment he pulled out a bayonet with his remaining right hand and stabbed his own neck.
Seeing that the Army Lieutenant General had no reaction with his hands behind his back, Yang Songlin boldly took the letter from the soldiers under his command, and softly read in a thick Sichuan dialect: "Sister Chang, your regards, I was shocked to hear that my eldest sister was walking alone at noon.
After traveling thousands of miles to search for his son in the army, special personnel were ordered to search for him based on the number and name provided, and they were found one by one.
As the commander of an army, I should have brought them back to see you, but I couldn't do it. Your three sons and husband all died heroically in the battle of Songhu..."
After reading this, Yang Songlin's voice suddenly became softer, and he didn't even dare to look at the faces of his soldiers who suddenly turned pale as paper.
He finally knew why the whole army was looking for this big-headed soldier, and why the army commander had to transfer him to the military headquarters as a guard as soon as he met him. That was because his father and brother had already died in the previous Battle of Songhu.
They all died! Four men in the family all died on the battlefield. What a hero!
However, how sad this is! Especially for a young man who is only 21 years old.
"Xiaoshan, if you want to cry, just cry a few times!" Yang Songlin raised his head and moved his lips. He looked at the young soldier who froze suddenly in front of him, with tears streaming down his face but still stood upright. He tried his best to comfort him.
"Company Commander, the faith is over? How did my father and I, Guo, and the others die in the battle? Did you tell me?" Yang Silang's eyes were already red, staring straight at the message in Yang Songlin's hand.
"Second Lieutenant Yang Dahu, who joined the army for six years and served as the platoon leader of the 1st Platoon of the 2nd Company of the 3rd Battalion of the 794th Regiment of the 133rd Division, died in the battle of Chenjiaxing on October 18.
Sergeant Yang Erniu, who joined the army for five years and served as squad leader of the 1st Battalion, 1st Company, 2nd Platoon of the 794th Regiment of the 133rd Division, died in the battle of Chenjiaxing on October 16.
Private Yang Sanxi, who joined the army for three years and served as a soldier in the 2nd Battalion, 3rd Company, 1st Platoon and 3rd Platoon of the 794th Regiment of the 133rd Division, died in the battle of Dunwu Temple on October 15.
Senior private Yang Chengcai joined the army for two years and served as a soldier in the cooking squad of the 2nd Battalion of the 794th Regiment of the 133rd Division. He died in the battle of Chenjiaxing on October 19. The soldier was carrying a pack of explosives and blew up a Japanese tank.
On behalf of the 11,000 officers and men of the 20th Army, Yu Jin would like to extend the highest salute to you. You are the hero’s mother and you are the hero’s wife.
Please express your condolences to avoid harming yourself. I would like to express my sincere regards to you!"
After reading the letter, Yang Songlin gently put the letter into Yang Silang's hand, and looked at the soldier who held the letter tightly against his chest in silence, with his heart pounding.
Hearing such tragic news suddenly is heart-wrenching pain for anyone, even if he was a brave and fearless soldier just a moment ago.
A soldier who dares to kill his enemies does so to protect his relatives. However, this time, he lost his relatives, four of them at once.
"Yang Silang, do you understand? You are already the last male in your family. For your mother and your family, you have to live. I have promised Captain Liu that if I find you, I will send you alive.
In front of my mother." The Army Lieutenant General took a deep breath and looked at the soldier who was crying silently in front of him, his eyes flashing with pity.
Yang Silang, who had been silent for a long time, but did not cry even though his face was filled with tears, raised his head, but still shook his head: "Commander, I refuse!"
"Why? You are already the last male in your family. If you die in the battle, your mother will not be able to survive." The Army Lieutenant General frowned.
"It is natural to pay back debts. Blood debts must be paid with blood. If I leave, who will I find to repay the debt of four lives in my family?" Yang Silang's tearful face was full of grief and indignation.
For a moment, Lieutenant General Yang Songlin and Yang Songlin beside him didn't know how to persuade the extremely stubborn soldier in front of them.
Yes! This is a blood debt! The Japanese must be found to repay it.
"Captain Liu sent a telegram and wants to speak to you in person!" Liu Xueyuan said, holding the telegram Liu Lang had just sent.
"Read it!" the Army Lieutenant General waved his hand.
"Soldier, the moment I heard that you were still alive, I was extremely happy, happy for Aunt Chang, and happy for this country and nation. You are still alive, a great mother and a son, and you are not going to perish forever because of the war. I
I know that you should have known by now that your father and brother have died on the Songhu front line. You are very sad. You don't want to leave the battlefield. You want to avenge them, but I ask you to leave, not to be a deserter.
We chose to pick up our guns and go to the battlefield when the foreign invaders invaded because we wanted to protect our home and protect our mother. You have done a good enough job, and your family is also good enough. A family of six who was once extremely happy, because of resisting the foreign invaders, only
You two, you have given everything you can to this country, who in the world can still criticize you? Leave! Take your mother back to your hometown and serve her until the end of your life. You can rest assured that we, China, will win
This war has nothing to do with justice or evil, because tens of millions of Chinese people are choosing to pick up guns just like you and me, determined to protect their mothers.
This time, I am not a commander, ordering you to leave, but a brother, asking you to leave, for the sake of your mother, who I want to guard, and give her the last hope."
By the end of reading, Liu Xueyuan had tears in her eyes, and even the Army Lieutenant General, who had always looked serious, was a little moved, and sighed softly: "Yes! Yang Silang, go back and comfort your mother! Your family's debt, we will
I will help you find the devil to get it back."
After a long silence, Yang Silang gently folded the letter that was close to his chest into four squares and put it in his closest pocket. He wiped the tears on his face with his cuffs and stood at attention solemnly to the army center.
Jiang and Liu Xueyuan saluted.
"I'm sorry, Army Commander, Reporter Liu, please tell Commander Liu to thank him for his concern. I have already thought about it. If I stay at the military headquarters, I may have a high chance of surviving until the war. As Commander Liu said
That gave my mother the last hope. But, what about my brothers? What about the brothers who are still alive? They also have mothers, and their mothers are also looking forward to their return home, as well as the brothers who have died.
They are dead, and their mother must be guarded by us living people. I am just a soldier. My only choice is to pick up a gun and tell them that I will not be a deserter forever.
No!" Xiao Bing's voice gradually became deeper: "At the same time, please tell my mother that I am still alive and will return home after I have avenged my father and three brothers. My mother will understand."
Although he said he would go home, everyone present knew that this battle was extremely cruel. Even if he was transferred to the military headquarters, which is the safest place on the battlefield, no one could guarantee that he would survive.
, let alone on the front line where the fighting is fiercest. It is possible for him to take revenge, but it is very likely that he will not be able to return home.
However, facing such a soldier, what else could be said? The Army Lieutenant General thought for a moment and could only raise his hand in return and waved for the two of them to leave.
Liu Xueyuan's eyes sparkled as she telegraphed the result to Liu Lang on the other end of the radio station. After Liu Lang heard this, his eyes shone with admiration and full of pride.
These are his compatriots.
These are his comrades-in-arms.
He did not miss this great era, and he was proud to witness their bravery and fearlessness in this era.
The victory of the war does not belong to the famous generals, but to these unknown soldiers, who lit up the night sky of the nation with their sacrifices.
"Our 43rd Army will definitely win this battle!"
The thick darkness of night also could not stop the pride shining in the eyes of the Army Lieutenant General. For the first time, he proudly issued his declaration of war to Hisao Tani, who was thousands of meters away.
As a general, he must be proud.
He is proud to have such soldiers under his command, proud to have such a family in his country, and proud to have such a mother.
An army that is not afraid of sacrifice is destined to win the war, sooner or later!