Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 648: The Man in the Painting

It was already 9 o'clock in the morning.

The winter sun shone warmly on my body.

But on this high ground, there is only coldness.

It was the breath of death.

Even the strongest fighters feel cold all over, which is the fighter's instinct to resist death.

Because on this mountain, China and Japan lost more than a thousand lives in just one day.

It can be described as death high ground.

But no one chose to leave, they still stood straight, no matter whether they were on the mountain or down the mountain, their eyes were all focused on the top of the mountain.

On the hillside, what was left was the ugly body fragments and disgusting smell of the Japanese soldiers, but on the top of the hill, it was the lives of their brothers.

Now, they came to see them off.

Rows of soldiers stood, chest puffed, gazing at their commanders.

The lieutenant general led the major general, the colonel led three lieutenant colonels, and six officers with the highest ranks in this position, sweating and digging on the position that had been bombed to softness on the top of the mountain.

That is, digging graves for all the officers and soldiers who died in this highland. .

This is also the rule established by Tang Dao for the independent battalion. Whenever there are sufficient conditions after the war, the supreme officer must dig graves for the war dead.

As officers, they can't do more for those soldiers who follow their orders to die, so let's help them dig the hard ground!

After the lieutenant general heard Tang Dao's strange military order, without saying a word, he pushed his orderly away, took the initiative to pick up the engineering shovel, and joined the labor force.

Sweat billowed, dripping into the soil.

The generals and school officers dripped hot sweat, but the surrounding soldiers who stood upright shed hot tears.

The so-called scholar dies for his confidant, but that's all!The magistrate digs the grave for us, and we shall die for the magistrate.

As the only soldier in this position who could walk down by himself, Tudou stood blankly aside. Beside him were bullet boxes covered with tattered military uniforms. However, there were not many of them.

He may be the only soldier who is qualified to dig the grave with the generals, colonels and lieutenant colonels, but he didn't go, he chose to keep the spirit.

With the brethren he had just found.

Standing and accompanying.

However, there is only one guardian.

The incomparably bleak back view makes people feel sad.

Tantai Mingyue looked at the soldier's lonely back with pity in her eyes.

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 shocking photo would become a lifelong nightmare for this 16-year-old soldier.

Because behind the loneliness, there are countless sacrifices!Even if he is over sixty in the future, when he thinks back to this scene, his heart will be pierced like a knife!
No one can forget that when this second-class soldier of the Sichuan Army found a piece of blue cloth stained with blood and flesh in the previous cleaning of the battlefield, he looked like a treasure.

He held it in the palm of his hand like that, and then carefully put it into the bullet box, muttering softly: "Big pot, I'm sorry! It hurts you."

A piece of flesh and blood scorched by the flames, where you know what pain is. In the past, the veterans would definitely laugh at the fragility of this little soldier, but at this time, the soldiers who saw this scene couldn't control their tears. Can't live.

Far more fragile than that little soldier who never shed tears.

Yes, if you want to compare tears, potatoes can really be regarded as the strongest soldier on this battlefield.

The lieutenant general who climbed the hill wept, the major general wept
Cheng Tieshou, an iron-headed company commander in the eyes of everyone, howled even more when he set foot on this position.

One of his fire support platoons and his precious cannon were all reduced to dust.

Captain Tiehan trembling his lips, led the platoon leader and squad leader of his fire support company to search around the battlefield, trying to find traces of his brothers, but unfortunately, the reality made him extremely desperate.

The most complete fire support platoon blew up the machine guns without shells with grenades at the last moment, put on their rifles and became infantry, and has been sticking to the position on the top of the mountain. In the end, all members died in battle on the top of the mountain.

Of the five seriously wounded who were the only ones transported down the mountain, three died in the early hours of the morning, and two more died after dawn.

The fire support platoon of Company Commander Iron Head was truly wiped out on this winter morning, leaving no one behind.

Company Commander Iron Head couldn't find his own soldiers, they had already integrated into this position.

He howled to the sky, and he burst into tears.

But compared to the little soldier who didn't even have a drop of tears but seemed a bit 'nervous', everyone knew that the little soldier was more sad than him.

Because, his more than two hundred brothers are all here.

It was extremely difficult to find a rag of a blue military uniform with flesh and blood on it.

Under the bombardment of more than a hundred shells, on this small hill that is only a few thousand square meters, except for the soil, there are almost no complete objects. Whether it is a person, a gun, or anything else, it is smashed into pieces. of.

The reason why the bullet box was used as a coffin was because there was no complete one, only broken ones, and it was considered lucky to find a hand or a foot.

Dozens of big Angzang men only packed three boxes, which were pieces of military uniforms glued together as signs of their own personnel.

Most of the positions are actually owned by the Japanese army. Under the power of the artillery shells, the two sides that used to be life and death have long been integrated into one, and it is difficult to separate each other.

Tudou's emaciated and mournful back made Tantai Mingyue stand still, she could only watch and wait silently like all the soldiers.

Waiting for him to recover from his pain is also the duty of the soldier.

Soldiers must learn to bear sacrifices and bear the pain of the departure of comrades-in-arms, otherwise how to support the country and the nation.In any era, they must be as strong as a rock, even if he will be weak, but he must be strong.

No one to comfort, because no one can comfort.

The grief of almost all Paoze's death in battle is a grief that only those who live in it can comprehend; after the victory, they can't find a pain that they can embrace and celebrate with each other, and only their own hearts can feel the pain.

Tantai Mingyue finally did not use a camera, but wrote the Japanese army in the field titled "Lonely Back View" with her own pen.

Yes, this battle against Mouse Mountain, 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 battered Jinling defense battle, but Tantai Mingyue still stubbornly used "Lonely Back View" as the title.

"This is the back view of the soldiers after a victory. I know that after the victory, it will be a matter of smiles for you and me, as well as for the high-ranking officers in the army, because nearly a thousand Japanese invaders died here, because the Japanese invaders besieged our soldiers in Jinling. blocked.

But for this soldier, he has no comrades-in-arms who accompany him day and night, those big brothers who once rubbed his messy hair and called him melon baby are gone, and those big brothers who took the initiative to leave him hope of survival at the last moment are gone .

The only thing left to him is loneliness!
I can't take a picture of this monument with a camera. Yes, that's right. This lonely back can only be interpreted by a monument, because behind him are the sacrifices of the soldiers.

They are very ordinary, but when they choose to go to the battlefield and guard the lights of my China's thousands of families, they are a monument, a monument to my China! "

I don't know that many painters, according to Tantai Mingyue's description, tried to restore the back of the bleak and slightly rickety young soldier with a brush, but no matter how exquisite their painting skills were, they could not paint the person in Tantai Mingyue's pen.

Until one day decades later, a white-haired old man in an old yellow-green military uniform stood under the No. 3 Highland War Monument for a long time. There were 283 people in a row, and 1 person in fact!"

A photographer who specializes in photographing old war sites was lucky enough to capture the old man's back.

The figure is bleak and stooped, but the waist is straight!

Decades have passed in a flash, and the blue hair has turned white, but the return is still a boy, and the person in the pen is still the person in the painting.

Decades, can't come out.

(End of this chapter)