Chapter 648 He is the one in the painting after all
It was already 9 a.m. at this time.
The winter sun shines warmly on my body.
But in this highland, there is only coldness.
That is the smell of death.
Even the strongest warrior feels cold all over. This is the warrior's instinct to resist death.
Because on this mountain, both China and Japan lost more than a thousand lives in just one day.
It can be said to be the high ground of death.
But no one chose to leave, they still stood upright, no matter on the mountain or at the bottom, their eyes were focused on the top of the mountain...
What was left on the hillside were the ugly body parts of the Japanese soldiers and the disgusting smell, but on the top of the mountain were the lives of their brothers.
Now, they came to see them off.
Rows of soldiers stood, chests high, staring at their commanders.
The army lieutenant general led the army major general, the army colonel led three lieutenant colonels, and the six highest-ranking officers on this position were sweating profusely while digging on the top of the mountain where the position had been softened by heavy artillery.
That is, digging graves for all the officers and soldiers who died on this high ground.
This is also the rule Tang Dao has set for the independent camp. Whenever there are sufficient conditions after the war, the highest officer must dig graves for the war dead.
As officers, they can't do more for the soldiers who follow their orders and die, so let's help them dig up the hard soil!
After the Army Lieutenant General heard this strange military order from Tang Dao, he pushed his orderly aside without saying a word, took the initiative to pick up the engineering shovel, and joined in the work.
Hot sweat rolled down and dripped into the soil.
The generals and school officers were dripping with hot sweat, while the soldiers standing upright around them were shedding hot tears.
It is said that a scholar dies for a confidant, but that’s it! The superior digs a grave for us, and we shall die in service to the superior.
As the only soldier who could walk down on his own in this position, Tudou stood aside blankly. Next to him were bullet boxes covered with tattered military uniforms, but there were not many of them.
He may be the only soldier qualified to dig graves with the generals, colonels, lieutenant colonels, but he did not go, he chose to keep vigil.
Accompanying the brothers he just found.
Stand and accompany.
However, there is only one person watching over the body.
The extremely bleak back view makes people feel sad.
Tantai Mingyue looked at the soldier's lonely back, her eyes full of pity.
She originally wanted to use a camera to record Tudou's back, but she couldn't bear it after all. She was afraid that this photo that could shock everyone would become a lifelong nightmare for the soldier who was only 16 years old.
Because behind loneliness are countless sacrifices! Even if he is over sixty years old in the future, when he recalls this scene, he will be heartbroken!
No one can forget that this Sichuan Army private looked like he had found a treasure when he found a piece of blue cloth stained with flesh and blood during the previous cleaning of the battlefield.
He just held it in the palm of his hand, and then carefully put it into the bullet box, while whispering softly: "Cauldron, I'm sorry! It hurts you."
A piece of flesh and blood scorched by the flames, where pain is known. If it were in the past, the veterans would definitely laugh at the fragility of this little soldier, but now, the soldiers who saw this scene could not control their tears.
Can't live.
Far more fragile than the soldier who never sheds tears.
Yes, if you want to compare tears, Tudou can really be regarded as the strongest soldier on this battlefield.
The Army Lieutenant General who climbed the hill was in tears. The Army Major General was in tears.
Cheng Tietshou, a tough-headed company commander in the eyes of everyone, looked up to the sky and howled when he set foot on this position.
One of his fire support platoons and a machine gun he prized were all reduced to dust.
With trembling lips, the tough company commander led the platoon commanders and squad leaders of his fire support company to search around the position, trying to find traces of his brothers. Unfortunately, the reality made him extremely desperate.
The most complete fire support platoon used grenades to blow up the machine cannon without shells at the last moment. They picked up their rifles and became infantry. They stayed on the top of the mountain and eventually all of them died in battle on the top of the mountain.
Of the only five seriously injured people who were transported down the mountain, three died in the early morning, and two more died after dawn.
Captain Tietou's fire support platoon was completely wiped out on this winter morning, leaving no one behind.
Captain Tietou could not find his own soldiers, they had already become one with this position.
He looked up to the sky and howled, with tears streaming down his face.
But compared to the little soldier who didn't even shed a single tear but looked a little "nervous", everyone knew that the little soldier was even more sad than him.
Because, all of his more than two hundred brothers are here.
It is extremely difficult to find a blue military uniform rag with flesh and blood.
Under the bombardment of more than a hundred artillery shells, on this hilltop that was only a few thousand square meters, apart from the soil, almost no complete objects could be found. Whether they were people, guns, or anything else, they were all smashed to pieces.
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The reason why a bullet box is used as a coffin is because there are no complete ones, only broken ones. If you can find a hand or a foot, you are lucky.
Dozens of strong Tibetan men could only pack into three boxes, which had fragments of military uniforms stuck together as symbols of our own personnel.
Most of the people on the battlefield actually belong to the Japanese army. Under the power of the artillery shells, the two sides, who were once life-and-death, have long since merged into one, making it difficult to tell them apart.
Tudou's thin and sad back made Tantai Mingyue hesitate. Like all the soldiers, she could only watch and wait silently.
Waiting for him to recover from the pain is also a soldier's responsibility.
Soldiers must learn to endure sacrifice and the pain of leaving their comrades, otherwise how can they support the country and the nation. In any era, they must have steel and an iron heart as solid as a rock. Even if they are weak, they must be strong.
No one comforts me, because no one can comfort me.
The sadness of almost everyone in Paoze dying in battle is a sadness that can only be understood by those who are in it; the pain of not being able to find anyone to hug each other to celebrate after victory is a pain that can only be felt by one's own heart.
In the end, Tantai Mingyue did not use a camera, but used her own pen to write the article titled "Lonely Back" about the Japanese soldiers in the battlefield.
Yes, the Mouse Mountain Blockade, which repelled tens of thousands of Japanese troops, can be recorded in the history of the Sino-Japanese war. If it is published in the name of victory, it can be said to be a shot in the arm for the already beleaguered defense of Jinling, but Tantai
Mingyue still stubbornly uses "Lonely Back" as the title.
"This is the back view of a soldier after a victory. I know that after the victory, for you and me, and for the top brass in the army, it will be a matter of smiles, because nearly a thousand Japanese invaders died here, because the Japanese invaders surrounded our troops in Jinling.
blocked.
But for this soldier, he no longer has the comrades who accompanied him day and night, the brothers who once rubbed his dirty hair and called him melon are gone, and the brothers who took the initiative to leave the hope of survival to him at the last moment are gone.
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The only thing left for him is loneliness!
I can't take a picture of this monument with my camera. Yes, that's right, this lonely figure can only be interpreted as a monument, because behind him are the sacrifices of the soldiers.
They are extremely ordinary, but when they choose to go to the battlefield and guard the lights of thousands of families in China, they become a monument, a monument to China!"
I don’t know that many painters, based on Tantai Mingyue’s description, tried to use their brushes to restore the back of the bleak and slightly rickety young soldier. However, no matter how exquisite their painting skills were, they could not paint the man described by Tantai Mingyue.
Until one day decades later, a white-haired old man wearing an old yellow-green military uniform stood for a long time under the War Memorial on Highland No. 3, from early morning to dusk, and then stood at attention and shouted: "Report to the commander, Seventh Company, Ninth Company
The company responded to 283 people, and 1 person actually arrived!”
A photographer who specializes in photographing old war sites was lucky enough to capture the back of this old man.
The figure is bleak and stooped, but the waist is straight!
Decades pass by in a blink of an eye, and my hair turns gray, but when I return, I am still a young man, and the people I write about are still the ones in the painting.
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