"More than 6,000 people, 3,700 died in battle, and more than 1,100 were disabled due to injuries. The officers and soldiers of the 288th and 289th regiments proved to us with their blood and lives that they were also the most tenacious fighters on the battlefield against the Japanese invaders. They deserved their due
Gain the respect of all of us." Liu Lang continued, and then suddenly shouted: "Li Guobin, the former commander of the 3rd Battalion and 1st Company of the 288th Regiment, came out."
"Yes." Li Guobin took two steps forward, walked out of the queue, and stood at attention solemnly facing Liu Lang.
"His name is Li Guobin, and he was a lieutenant before the war. If you have read Reporter Liu's battlefield diary, you should still have an impression of his name. Yes, it is him. As the commander of the first company, he can only watch himself.
His father, covered with grenades, rushed towards the Japanese tanks with his flesh and blood. Can't he stop his father? He can, he has a thousand reasons, he only needs to issue a military order, and his father can
There is no need to turn into fireworks in the sky under the tracks of the Japanese tanks, because, if he hadn't yelled "Dad" at the end of his voice, no one among his commanders and his soldiers would have known that the brave old squad leader was
his father.
But he didn't. Between country and family, he chose country. His father sacrificed his own life to save the tank from being blown up, and also saved his company and the entire position.
But is he in pain? Under his own orders, his biological father embarked on a road of no return. Li Guobin, answer me loudly, are you in pain? Do you regret it?" Liu Lang held the military flag and walked towards Li Guobin, his voice deafening.
.
"Sir, I am in great pain. Even though three months have passed, I still can't sleep normally. As soon as I close my eyes, the last look my father gave me appears in front of my eyes. I know my father does not complain.
"Me, but I still can't forgive myself. I also regret. What I regret is not giving that military order. What I regret is that I should have been with my father instead of letting him go alone." Li Guobin shouted in a hoarse voice.
roared.
Tears were already overflowing on his face, and the medal hanging on his chest seemed to be shining with more teardrops.
This is a company commander's apology to the soldiers, and a son's apology to his father.
Listening to the extremely painful conversation between Liu Lang and Li Guobin, not only did the officers and soldiers present look solemn, but even their breathing seemed to have stopped. Even the people around them who were participating in the martyrs' public memorial ceremony were silent.
The common people who accepted Confucian culture and always put filial piety as the first priority wanted to accuse Li Guobin of being an unfilial son. However, looking at the tearful tough guy in front of them, none of them could say a word. Faced with such a pair,
How could they have the heart to accuse a father and son who devoted their lives to the country and cruelly put their love for each other second?
If you put yourself in his shoes, how much pain must lie in the heart of Captain Li!
"Since this morning, when we saw the 1,300 coffins of our army, our independent regiment has shed too many tears. From the gray-haired aunt, to the child learning to speak, to me, I will only bleed when the gunfire comes.
Iron warriors who cannot shed tears have cried because we miss our relatives and comrades. But who caused all this? They are the Japanese invaders who are determined to destroy China.
It was them who separated our flesh and blood; it was them who made the son watch his father being shattered to pieces; it was them who made the mother lose her son, the wife lose her husband, the children lose their father; Captain Li, wipe away the tears on your face, remember
, the best memorial to my father is not tears, but the life of the Japanese invaders. Those who hurt my father, kill my comrades, and invade our mountains and rivers will be our eternal enemies. This hatred will last forever.
, I will never forget it." Liu Lang walked up to Li Guobin and said in a deep voice.
"Yes. Guobin should use his own body to fight the Japanese invaders to the end." Li Guobin shouted loudly with his red eyes.
Liu Lang unfolded the military flag in his hand and handed it to Li Guobin: "I hereby order Li Guobin to form the Panshi Battalion based on the 1,300 officers and soldiers of the original 288th and 289th regiments. Captain Li Guobin, the battalion commander, will take over the military flag."
Li Guobin suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the bright red military flag in Liu Lang's hand in disbelief.
Including him, no one expected that Liu Lang would award this last military flag to Li Guobin, the officers and soldiers who had just joined the independent regiment.
However, after a brief silence, led by Chi Dakui and other school officers, the officers and soldiers of the former independent regiment burst into warm applause.
Yes, these new comrades-in-arms, they have this qualification. Without their stubborn defense at the top of the black pot, the 2,000 men of the Independent Regiment would not be able to withstand the attacks of tens of thousands of people from the Eighth Division, and they would not be able to wait for the third
The Eighth Division relaxed, and Cheng Yuanshan's 300 elite troops secretly attacked the enemy's heavy artillery brigade.
Without them, the final outcome of the independent regiment is most likely to be gradually consumed by the Japanese invaders, and eventually the entire army will be annihilated. This is what the chief officers of each company learned after reviewing Luo Wenyu's battle after the war.
the only conclusion drawn.
It can be said that they sacrificed 3,700 lives in exchange for a glimmer of hope for the Independent Regiment, which had clearly ordered that the power be turned on and never take a step back. Even if these friendly forces did not join, they had already gained the respect of all the officers and soldiers of the Independent Regiment.
Amid rumbling applause, Li Guobin excitedly took over the military flag and stood in front of a queue of 1,300 officers and soldiers holding high the bright red military flag embroidered with the three golden characters "Panshi Camp" in both hands.
Liu Lang returned to the high platform at the bottom of the Martyrs Cemetery, looked at the three military flags fluttering fiercely in the wind in front of him and thousands of officers and soldiers standing solemnly, and took a deep breath: "The reason why I want to attend this public memorial ceremony for the martyrs is
Above, three bright red military flags are awarded to these three troops who have made special achievements because all the officers and soldiers of our independent regiment must remember why the battle flag is so beautiful because it is the blood of heroes that dyed it red. When you hold it high
When your military flags are charging against the Japanese invaders, it is not just you and the guns in your hands, they are also with you.
Heroes never die, they live in our hearts forever."
At that moment, Liu Lang's eyebrows were raised to his temples and his voice was deafening.
Many years later, when veterans who had survived hundreds of battles recalled that moment, they couldn't help but murmur Liu Lang's famous saying in the future Republic: Heroes will never die, they will always live with us.
heart.
Even Zhan Chengfang, who had been an old warlord and bureaucrat for many years but later personally led troops out of Sichuan to fight against Japan and finally became the commander of the Guangyuan Military Division of the Republic of China, wrote in his memoirs: That afternoon when the sun set in the west was perhaps the greatest cleansing of my soul.
, it was the person bathing in the afterglow of the sunset who made me understand that there is another way to live in life, not just silver and power. At that moment, I wanted to be a hero as never before, a man who serves the country and the people.
hero.
Because that person made me believe that heroes will never die.