The badge is very old, and the things on it can no longer be clearly seen, and it is not gold, but there is still a little bit of gold paint...
"Is this a medal?" Yu Huifei asked.
Qin Shubao shook his head: "No, this is a button. When people there leave their hometown, a woman will make a button like this for a man. There will usually be a pattern on it that belongs to him... But after a long time, it has become
It's worn away.
Seeing this button, I can basically conclude that this is the team that my grandfather lost.
But it was very hard during the war. Sometimes I had no clothes, so I had to wear the clothes of the dead.
So, even if I just see a button, I can’t be sure.”
Yu Huifei understood what Qin Shubao meant and took out the diary. He had been so busy just now that he didn't have time to read it.
The diary was opened, and the heads of several guys were close to it.
The calligraphy on it is very delicate. It doesn't look like a rough guy who only knows how to fight, but rather like a scholar.
The owner of the diary was named Zhang Shun. After opening the first page, everyone discovered that although this was a diary, it had no date.
There isn't much recorded on each page, it's very sloppy, and it seems like I'm in a hurry every time I record something.
The first page reads: "In the face of a strong enemy, you cannot retreat. Although I am still young, as a man, I will live up to my years when my blood is shed on the battlefield! Tomorrow, I will volunteer to join the army to protect my country. Only
I hope I can come back alive and fulfill my filial piety to my mother..."
There is a kind of passion and excitement in the text. It is obvious that Zhang Shun was very excited at that time, and it can also be seen that he must not be old at the time.
Turn to the second page.
"I'm very excited to have successfully enlisted in the army. There are several familiar faces in the same class, including Brother Daniu, Er Gouzi, Qin Wushu, and Wang Er Mazi... Haha, I'm not lonely on the battlefield this time. The only annoying thing is
Yes, they can’t write, and they force me to write letters home for them every day! I’m here to fight, not write letters home!”
Seeing this, Qin Shubao said excitedly: "It's the army my grandfather joined back then!"
Yu Huifei also nodded. Now, it is basically certain that the Qin Shubao brothers and sisters did not lie! What they said is true.
So everyone looked down with complete confidence.
Page three...
"Standing on the banks of the Yalu River, there were people seeing me off on one side and us on the other. But why do they look down on me so much?
Several old men and women held me back and refused to let me go, saying that I was too young.
If I hadn't been excited and called out to the commander, attracting their attention and taking the opportunity to escape, I might have been left behind by them.
Aunt Wang asked me if I was afraid of going to the battlefield at such a young age.
I laughed, could I not be afraid? I am not a god.
But if I don’t die and they come over, what will my mother do?”
Page 4…
"There's a war today, I'm so scared..."
There are only these few words, which are crooked and have tears on them. It is obvious that Zhang Shun's first battle did not go well. He seemed to be afraid and secretly crying...
Page five...
"Brother Daniu is dead... I want to collect his body, but the shells are too dense and the squad leader won't let me go. I feel so uncomfortable, I miss home... I miss my mother... But... I can't go back
.There are still bullets in my gun, I can still move..."
Page six...
"Qin Wushu broke a leg and is still screaming. Ermazi is trying to stop the bleeding, but the bleeding can't be stopped!"
Page 7
"Qin Wushu was sent to the rear hospital. I hope he can get better as soon as possible."
Page eight...
"We are surrounded. I don't know if we can break out. Maybe we won't have the chance to write a diary again in the future. I hope this diary can be spread and let everyone know about us and Zhang Shun, Li Daniu and Wang from Daliuzhuang.
Er Mazi, Liu Ergou."
Seeing this, Yu Huifei and others felt uncomfortable.
The diary is actually quite thick. Apparently Zhang Shun was afraid that he would have no paper to write a diary on the front line, so he bought a thick one.
However, at this moment, it is recorded that there is almost no content on the eighth page...
This shows that almost not long after they arrived at the front line, they encountered a tragic battle, and they may not be able to come back from this battle.
Turning back, there is no word on page nine, and there is no word on page ten.
"This child won't die like this, right? Did the hero in the coffin pick up someone else's diary and bring it back?" Bai Wuchang muttered.
Yu Huifei said nothing. Based on his many years of school experience, it can be seen from the side of a book or notebook that has never been opened that the unopened areas will be very white. But this one is different, it is all black.
, obviously because it is often crossed by people.
Sure enough, hard work paid off. Yu Huifei turned to a line of words on more than 20 pages. The words were still Zhang Shun's, but they were a little distorted. The intervals between each word were also different.
Often serial.
But I can still see clearly what he is writing...
"I have never wanted to write or recall, but I still have to write it down after all, because this is the only way to record their presence.
That day, the fighting was so fierce. There were bombings from planes in the sky, artillery fire in the distance, and tanks could be seen in the distance clearing the way, rushing through the trenches and heading towards us.
I saw Liu Ergou rushing forward with a pack of explosives. However, after rushing for more than ten meters, his legs were broken by a machine gun, and he was blown up by the bomb and disappeared.
I saw a comrade rushing forward with a machine gun, but he quickly lay down.
And I...
I just remember someone yelling to me to get down, but the next moment I flew up.
I couldn't hear or see anything, it was pitch black, and my eyes hurt. They seemed to be bleeding, crying, or sweating.
I don't know how long it took, but I got up and heard the sound of tanks and the sound of the enemy's big leather boots stepping on the ground.
I know, they are coming.
I remember the regimental commander told me that if the enemy rushes in front of us, there is no need to hesitate or wait for orders, just blow the charge horn!
People can die, but positions cannot be lost!
I picked up the charge, stood up, and blew!
I blew it loudly...
But……
Why?
Why can't I hear the familiar cry of death?
Can't you hear the familiar sound of charging?
I remember Zhao Dapao's voice was so bright. When he blew the trumpet, his shouts of killing would make my ears hurt.
But why didn't he shout?
And Sun Fusheng, doesn't this southern boy like to have a bell hanging around his neck? Every time he charges, he will hang the bell, and when he charges out, it will jingle... Why doesn't it ring today?
There is also the monitor, this guy will cover me and encourage me every time. Because he knows that I am actually quite timid. Standing at a high place and playing the trumpet, I often lack the confidence... so he stands by me every time.
In front of me, he said that he would take the bullet for me, so that I could rest assured.