During the Republic of China, China's illiteracy rate was extremely high, with more than 90% of the people illiterate.
In other words, among the 450 million people in China at that time, less than 50 million people were literate, and even fewer had higher education.
Although the Dameishan Military Division has opened a large number of literacy classes, due to the heavy combat tasks, the officers and soldiers of the main regiments and directly affiliated battalions rarely have free time to study, so only a very small number of officers and soldiers can write and read, and the majority of officers and soldiers can
They are all illiterate.
Therefore, it is obviously unrealistic to expect the officers and soldiers of the Third Guard Battalion to write their own suicide notes.
Leng Tiefeng found a dozen soldiers who had gone to elementary school to serve as writers, and then divided the more than 400 officers and soldiers of the Third Guard Battalion into more than a dozen groups, with each writer responsible for one group.
Leng Tiefeng also acted as a writer himself, writing suicide notes for more than 30 soldiers.
More than thirty soldiers lined up and stepped forward to dictate the contents of their suicide notes. Leng Tiefeng was responsible for writing down the suicide notes they dictated, and then handed them over to the security officer of the Political Department for safekeeping.
If these soldiers survive the war, the suicide note will be returned to them. If they unfortunately die in battle, the suicide note will be handed over to their relatives by the people from the Political Department, along with the death pension.
, limited by the conditions, the amount of pension is not large, but it is always the intention of the military division.
It was impossible for Leng Tiefeng to recognize every officer and soldier in the security regiment, so he had to report his name.
The first soldier stepped forward, looking a little nervous, and said in a trembling voice: "I don't know what to say."
"Don't be nervous." Leng Tiefeng said in a friendly voice, "Just treat it as a common conversation and say whatever comes to mind."
"I..." The soldier opened his mouth, but still couldn't say a word. He just suppressed his dark face until it turned red.
Leng Tiefeng said: "What's your name?"
The soldier replied: "My name is Pan Baishan, from Panjia Village, Meixian County."
Leng Tiefeng asked again: "Pan Baishan, right? Who else is there in your family?"
Pan Baishan replied: "My father, my mother, my wife, and my daughter who is just one month old."
Leng Tiefeng's heart felt inexplicably, and then he said: "If, I mean if, if you can't go back in the future, is there anything you want to say to them?"
Pan Baishan's face instantly turned pale.
After a while, Pan Baishan said in a low mood: "I want to tell my father that his lungs are not good and he keeps coughing. He should smoke less dry cigarettes in the future. I also want to tell my mother that I learned about a doctor from an old Chinese doctor in Yangcun.
This folk remedy can cure her cold legs. I also want to tell my wife, if I really can’t go back this time, let her, just let her..."
Speaking of this, Pan Boshan's tears fell down, and he choked up and couldn't make a sound.
Leng Tiefeng stopped writing and waited. At this moment, he wanted to say to Pan Baishan, you don't have to go up! But he couldn't do this. If Pan Boshan can't go up, who can go up? Which of the soldiers here is not the son of his parents?
Who is not the pillar of the family? If you don’t, I don’t, and he doesn’t. If the devil comes, who will? Who will defend our country?
Fortunately, Pan Baishan quickly stopped his sorrow and continued: "Daughter-in-law, if I am no longer here, you should find a good family to marry. As for Niuniu, don't take her away, leave her to me."
Dad still has my mother to support me. After I die, you also get married. Niu Niu is the only one they have left to support them. You leave Niu Niu to them. Fortunately, you are still young and can regenerate after remarrying.
No?"
Leng Tiefeng quickly wrote down the suicide note dictated by Pan Baishan, folded it carefully, and handed it to the security officer of the Political Department beside him.
After Pan Boshan finished speaking, he became depressed.
The second soldier came up and stood in front of Leng Tiefeng: "My name is Wang Qiang, from Dawang Village, Guanxian County. My father got seriously ill and passed away years ago. In addition to my mother, there are also my brother, my sister-in-law and a little nephew at home. I
I want to tell my mother, tell her, tell her..."
Speaking of this, Wang Qiang suddenly knelt down on the ground in the direction of Guanxian, kowtowed and cried loudly: "Mom, while my son is still alive, please kowtow to your old man a few more times. I wish you a healthy old age and no disasters.
May you live a long life, my son, I wish your old body will become stronger year by year, mother!"
Leng Tiefeng's heart was filled with tears, but he kept writing, rustling and recording this scene completely.
Wang Qiang kowtowed and stood up, sobbing again and said: "Brother, if I die, my mother will be left to you. When she is old for a hundred years, don't forget to kowtow a few times at her grave for me, and every year
During the Qingming Festival, don’t forget to give it to her on my behalf, and give Dad a few extra sticks of incense.”
With that said, Wang Qiang took out another five yuan from his pocket, put it on the table and said: "These five yuan are the allowances I have saved. I will give them to my sister-in-law to save for Pi Dan to find a wife in the future. Sister-in-law, you don't want it."
I think the money is too little, and as an uncle, I can only do this."
Leng Tiefeng finished writing, folded the suicide note, and handed it along with five yuan to the security officer behind him for safekeeping.
Wang Qiang went down sobbing, and a third soldier came forward. The third soldier stood in front of Leng Tiefeng, but did not speak for a long time. Leng Tiefeng asked him gently: "What is your name?"
The soldier replied: "My name is Digua."
Leng Tiefeng said: "This is your nickname. What is your nickname?"
Di Gua shook his head: "I don't have a famous name. My sister has called me Di Gua since she was a child."
Leng Tiefeng asked: "Besides your sister, who else is left in your family?"
"No more." Digua shook his head and said, "Ever since I can remember, my sister and I have been the only two people in the family. I have asked my sister where my parents are, but she has never said anything."
Leng Tiefeng felt sympathetic and said, "Then what do you want to say to your sister?"
Digua hesitated and asked, "Deputy Commander, can I tell the truth?"
"Of course." Leng Tiefeng said, "You can say whatever you want."
Di Gua then flattened her mouth and shouted: "Sister, please take me home quickly. I don't want to be a soldier, I don't want to fight Japanese soldiers, I don't want to die, I want to go home, I want to go home, woo woo
Woo..."
The pen in Leng Tiefeng's hand froze there, not knowing how to write.
At this time, Gong Haifeng, the commander of the Third Guard Battalion, hurried over and motioned to the two soldiers to scoop up the sweet potatoes.
Then Gong Haifeng whispered to Leng Tiefeng: "Captain Leng, Digua's sister is a traffic officer of the Shanghai underground party. Their parents also died for the revolution. Originally, the organization planned to arrange Digua to be in the arsenal, but Digua's
But my sister insisted that Di Gua join the army, so she let him join the security regiment. Who would have thought..."
Gong Haifeng stopped and did not continue. The implication was that he thought it would be relatively safe to stay in the security regiment, but no one would have thought that the security regiment also participated in this counter-sweep. The third battalion of the security battalion even followed Leng Tie.
Feng stayed in Shan County and was about to take on the arduous task of blocking.
At that moment, Leng Tiefeng nodded and said: "Captain Gong, I still need an orderly by my side. Please let Di Gua stay with me and be my orderly." After finishing speaking, Leng Tiefeng turned back to the political department officer behind him and said,
"Tell Digua's sister that Digua is a good soldier and has not embarrassed his parents and his sister."
The security officer of the Political Department nodded, took out a small notebook, and carefully recorded Leng Tiefeng's instructions.
The dictation of the suicide note continued. The remaining thirty soldiers came forward one by one, either crying, laughing, impassioned, or crying bitterly. After struggling for almost half an hour, they were basically all written, except for the last one.
Soldiers.
This last soldier looked a little dull and not very smart. After standing in front of Leng Tiefeng, he didn't say anything for a long time and just stared at Leng Tiefeng blankly.
Leng Tiefeng sighed and asked, "Brother, what's your name?"
"Xiaomu." The soldier replied, "Deputy commander, my name is Xiaomu."
"Xiaomu, right?" Leng Tiefeng nodded and asked, "What's your last name? What's your last name?"
"Last name?" Xiaomu was stunned when he heard this, shook his head and said, "I don't know, I don't have a last name."
Naturally, it is impossible for Xiaomu to have no surname, but he just doesn’t know it. In modern China, warlords’ melees have caused serious suffering to the people. There are definitely many orphans like Xiaomu who are homeless and do not know their surname and place of origin. This is a
The tragedy of the times.
However, Leng Tiefeng still asked as usual: "Then where is your hometown?"
"I don't know." Xiaomu shook his head and said, "I've been wandering around since I can remember."
As expected, Leng Tiefeng sighed inwardly and asked: "Then do you have any relatives or acquaintances in this world? For example, friends who have wandered together?"
"No more." Xiaomu said coldly, "I did have an older brother, but when I was seven years old, I was passing by a big village begging for food, and a big dog jumped out of the village and wanted to bite me. In order to save me, my brother
He was bitten to death by that big brother."
Leng Tiefeng burst into tears immediately after hearing this. There were so many soldiers with different stories, and some were very tragic. Leng Tiefeng didn't shed tears. Only when it was Xiaomu's turn, Leng Tiefeng finally couldn't control his tears because others
At least there was someone to leave a suicide note to, but even if Xiaomu wanted to leave a suicide note, he didn't know who to leave it to.
Xiaomu suddenly said: "Deputy Commander, can I leave a suicide note to the political commissar?"
Leng Tiefeng said sadly: "Why did you suddenly think of leaving a suicide note to the political commissar?"
"Because the political commissar saved me," Xiaomu said. "More than half a year ago, there was a flood in the Huaihe River. I fell on the roadside and almost starved to death. If the political commissar hadn't saved me, I would have died long ago."
"Okay." Leng Tiefeng nodded vigorously and asked him again, "What do you want to say to the political commissar?"
Xiaomu said: "I want to say to the political commissar, political commissar, you are a good person. Good people will be rewarded, and you will definitely live a long life."
"Okay." Leng Tiefeng's tears burst down instantly, and he choked and said, "I have recorded your suicide note. If you unfortunately die, we will help you forward it to the political commissar."
