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Chapter 360: Hundreds of Thousands of Heroic Souls Stain the Earth with Blood

With every note of this song, there is not only a passionate and fearless ambition and passion, but it also seems like the power of thousands of troops, like a huge wave, striking people's hearts directly.

Su Zhe's singing is not deliberately ostentatious, but every word is sonorous and full of affection, interweaving the volunteer soldiers' unshakable belief in victory and their deep attachment to the motherland into a vivid historical picture.

His singing is an affectionate look back at that glorious period and a lofty tribute to the immortal spirit of our heroic ancestors.

As the melody rose and fell, the atmosphere on the scene was pushed to a climax. The soldiers, dressed in the uniforms of the Volunteer Army and holding antique rifles, seemed to have traveled through time and space and returned to the battlefield filled with smoke and flames.

Their hearts resonate with the singing; every note touches their deepest feelings for their country and family, making the desire for peace and love for the motherland surge and boil in their chests.

"With high spirits and vigor, we cross the Yalu River..." When the song sounded again, it was no longer Su Zhe's solo, but the common voice of all the soldiers.

This song is simple and pure, yet it contains infinite power. It transcends the boundaries of time and space, connects the past and the present, and allows every soldier involved to feel the tenacity and pride of the Chinese nation.

At this moment, the soldiers' breathing and heartbeats seemed to resonate with the song. There was a firm light in their eyes, which was the desire for victory and the deep love for the motherland.

The song conveys not only the memory of history, but also the expectation for the future, inspiring everyone to keep their original aspirations in mind, forge ahead, and contribute their own strength to protecting this peaceful land.

"The good sons and daughters of China are united as one.

Resist the US and aid Korea, defeat the ambitious wolf of the US imperialists!" As these lyrics sounded, the chorus quickly swept across the snowy land. More and more people were infected by the passionate emotions and spontaneously joined the chorus.

The singing echoed across the empty snowfield, as if it could penetrate the clouds and reach the sky.

"We are strong and confident as we cross the Yalu River. To safeguard peace and defend the motherland is to protect our hometown." When the song reached the third time, Su Zhe's singing stopped abruptly. He seemed to be touched by some powerful force. He stood up straight involuntarily and looked around.

All around, thousands of volunteer soldiers who were originally scattered around the snow to rest, seemed to be tightly connected by an invisible bond. They stood up at the same time, straightened their chests, faced the same direction, and continued this immortal war song with their most sincere emotions and loudest voices.

As they sang, the soldiers' emotions surged like the tide, and tears flashed in their eyes. It was a remembrance of the past years, a mourning for their comrades who had died heroically, and an infinite yearning for a peaceful life and a deep love for the motherland.

They sang and roared, and every note was filled with strength and determination, as if they wanted to pour out all the blood in their hearts.

On this vast expanse of white snow, the cold, hunger, wind and snow seemed to be driven away by this passionate song.

The soldiers' hearts were filled with a powerful force, which was the firm belief in victory, the infinite loyalty to the motherland, and the common longing for a better life in the future.

They forgot their own fatigue and hardship, and only wanted to use this song to declare to the world: The good sons and daughters of China will unite as one, no matter when and where, to defend peace and protect their homeland!
The sound waves were like the tide, surging and surging, not only penetrating the silence of the snow, but also shaking everyone's heart.

Su Zhe stared at this scene, his eyes couldn't help but become moist, and the emotions surging in his heart were complex and indescribable. He was deeply shocked by the soldiers' high morale, and also felt extremely proud to be a son or daughter of China.

He seemed to be able to feel the warm current surging from his chest, warm and firm, which was the highest tribute to the national spirit.

Zhang Xiaoai stood beside Su Zhe, tears welling up in her eyes, but she quickly adjusted her mood and started the camera with trembling hands, freezing this shocking scene forever.

She knew that this was not just a picture, but also a witness to history and a true portrayal of the bravery and fearlessness of countless volunteer soldiers in defending their country.

At this moment, any carefully choreographed plot seems pale and powerless. Only this real and passionate emotion can touch the softest part of people's hearts.

As time went on, the soldiers' singing became more and more passionate, as if they wanted to pour out all their emotions and all their strength.

The song, with an unyielding will and a desire for victory, soared into the sky and intertwined with the echoes in the valley, forming a thunderous roar.

This is not just the power of sound, but also a shock to the spirit. It makes the earth tremble, the air burn, and even the barracks miles away can feel this unstoppable fighting spirit.

Commander Wang Lin, a veteran general, was reading documents carefully in the barracks, but he was also attracted by the sudden singing. He looked out the window, with a hint of surprise and emotion in his eyes.

He knew that this song was not only a memory of the past, but also a call to the future. It reminded everyone that no matter how the times change, the original intention and mission of defending the country should never be forgotten.

At this moment, Commander Wang's heart was filled with admiration and expectations for the soldiers. He believed that with such spiritual support, no matter what difficulties and challenges they faced, the Chinese soldiers would be able to move forward bravely and be invincible.

After a moment, he slowly walked out of the room, his eyes involuntarily following the sound. The faint melody seemed to carry some kind of magic.

At this moment, not only Wang Lin, but all the soldiers in the barracks were touched by this sudden power. They all looked up, with indescribable shock and curiosity flashing in their eyes.

“This song contains endless power.”

"Where on earth did this heavenly sound come from?"

“It makes my blood boil.”

"Compared to our military songs, this one is even more infectious."

"From the direction it comes from, it seems to be coming from the crew filming 'Changjin Lake'."... Everyone was whispering to each other, their faces filled with surprise and yearning.

"Let's go! Let's find out what's going on!" Wang Lin suddenly gave a low but firm order to the guard beside him.

A few minutes later, a jeep rushed towards the crew of "Changjin Lake" like an arrow.

Soon, Wang Lin arrived at the filming site of the crew. He heard deafening singing in his ears, shaking his soul like thunder.

This song was something he had never heard of before. The emotion and power revealed between the lines moved even this battle-hardened division commander, and his eyes welled up slightly.

At the scene, thousands of soldiers witnessed the presence of their division commander in person. This encouragement was like a spring breeze, instantly igniting unprecedented passion and strength in their hearts.

"We are strong and confident as we cross the Yalu River~~~" The passionate singing surged like a torrent, drowning out all the sounds around and echoing between heaven and earth.

The soldiers' faces were flushed by the singing, which was not only the surge of blood, but also the deep respect and remembrance for the iron will and firm belief of the volunteer army martyrs of that year.

Cold? On this battlefield ignited by the singing, it no longer existed. The soldiers' hearts were filled with passion like a volcano, a force that made them forget the severe winter cold. Many even felt hot all over, as if they were in the height of summer.

Hardship? For these border guards, they have long been accustomed to tempering themselves in the harshest and most difficult environment.

At this moment, there is no resistance or hesitation in their hearts, but instead they are filled with pride and honor, because they are the warriors guarding this land and the iron army of the new era inheriting the spirit of the martyrs.

Division Commander Wang Lin stood on a high place, gazing at the passionate soldiers in front of him, his heart filled with satisfaction and pride.

He knew that it was these brave soldiers who were not afraid of hardships and bravely advanced forward who built a solid line of defense for national security, allowing the motherland and the people to enjoy peace and tranquility.

At this moment, he seemed to see the figures of the volunteer army martyrs of that year. The spiritual inheritance that transcends time and space made everyone present feel unprecedented strength and hope.

Wang Lin turned to Su Zhe, his eyes sparkling with admiration: "Su Zhe, did you really write this song?"

Su Zhe smiled and nodded in confirmation.

Wang Lin couldn't help but sigh: "It's so well written. The lyrics are as beautiful as poetry, yet contain the tenacity of steel. It's a rare good work."

Su Zhe responded modestly: "Commander Wang, you are too kind. It is your soldiers who gave life to this song. Their singing is the real soul of this song."

Wang Lin heard this, not only did he not refute, but the pride in his eyes became even stronger: "You are right, they are all the best! They are the backbone of our China, the real pride!"

His words were full of deep affection for the soldiers and high respect for their selfless dedication.

Only those soldiers who have truly stood on the frontier and personally experienced wind, frost, rain and snow can deeply understand the preciousness and difficulty of peace.

Wang Lin said in a deep voice: "Peace is never taken for granted. Behind it is a solid line of defense built by countless soldiers with their blood and lives. Every moment of peace is the result of their silent protection."

After saying that, Wang Lin took Su Zhe to the top of a mountain. The two stood side by side, looking at the distant horizon.

Su Zhe followed Wang Lin's gaze and saw a vast and magnificent mountain range in front of him, rolling and undulating, like the most solid barrier of nature.

At this moment, the surface of the Yalu River is covered with a thick layer of white snow, and the cold breath has frozen this river that has witnessed countless heroism and sacrifices.

Wang Lin's gaze penetrated the vastness before his eyes and fell on the other side of the Yalu River. There was North Korea, a place that carried the memories and glory of countless Chinese volunteer soldiers.

"See? That's North Korea." Wang Lin's voice was low and powerful, as if carrying the weight of history.

"Back then, hundreds of thousands of our volunteer soldiers bravely crossed the Yalu River from here and set foot on that unfamiliar and challenging land.

Every inch of the Ten Thousand Mountains bears witness to their tenacity and sacrifice.

There, countless brave warriors fell forever, their blood dyed the land red, and their souls remained there forever. "

At this point, tears welled up in Wang Lin's eyes, which were a reflection of his deep remembrance for his deceased comrades and his endless emotion for that period of history.

"The remains of countless martyrs are still buried on that land. Due to various reasons, their remains may never return to their homeland and can only sleep alone in a foreign land.

This is the eternal pain in our hearts.”

For decades, China has been negotiating with North Korea, striving to transport the remains of the martyrs buried in the Martyrs' Cemetery back to the country so that they can rest in peace in the embrace of the motherland.

However, the remains of many soldiers could not be found for various reasons and could not be returned to their homeland. This became an unspeakable regret and pain in Wang Lin's heart.

"I have been guarding the border here for half my life," Wang Lin's voice trembled slightly, revealing the vicissitudes of life and his deep understanding of history.

"The more I learn about that period of history, the more I can appreciate the bravery and greatness of the volunteer soldiers.

They exchanged their lives and blood for today's peace and tranquility.

We will never forget this kindness.”

"Many of my comrades and I feel extremely gratified to hear that you are going to bring that period of history to the screen." Wang Lin's voice sounded particularly firm in the cold wind.

"We always think that even if those heroic martyrs cannot return home, through this film, their stories can be remembered by more people, and their sacrifices and dedication can inspire future generations. This may be the best consolation for them."

The two fell into a brief silence, with only the whistling cold wind and flying snow around them.

Time seems to freeze at this moment, making people deeply feel the weight of history and the desolation of reality.

After a long time, Su Zhe broke the silence: "Commander Wang, I think those volunteer martyrs who could not return home may not have any complaints in their hearts.

They are fully aware of their mission and responsibility. Even if they are buried in a foreign land, they still use their heroic souls to guard this land and the peace of the motherland.

"Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains, why should we return home wrapped in horsehide?" This is not only a praise for them, but also a true portrayal of their noble spirit. "

Wang Lin repeated Su Zhe's words, his eyes flashing with deep thought. He stopped, looked at Su Zhe seriously, and suddenly asked: "Su Zhe, have you ever considered joining the military? Your talent and knowledge will definitely make greater contributions to the country and the army."

This question surprised Su Zhe. He was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "Commander Wang, I don't have this idea for the time being.

I love creation and hope to convey more positive energy and tell more stories worth remembering through movies and other means.

But no one can predict the future. Maybe one day, I will participate in the construction of the country in another way."

(End of this chapter)