Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 957

Chapter 957 Cemetery (Part 1) (Please vote for me!)

At five o'clock in the morning, the sky was still dark, but Tang Dao had already put on his cleanly starched military uniform and stood on the path in front of the small wooden house at the regiment headquarters.

This is a notice issued by the regiment headquarters two days ago. Today, all members of the four-line regiment must dress cleanly. It doesn't matter if the military uniforms are torn, but they must be clean.

Behind Tang Dao, standing on both sides, were the other chief officers of the regiment, as well as the officers and soldiers from various places affiliated to the regiment and all the officers and soldiers of the guard company!

Both Tang Dao and all other officers and soldiers of the Four Lines Regiment wore white cuffs on their right arms. All officers and soldiers lined up in two neat rows on both sides of the road.

But behind Tang Dao, there were more than a thousand people wearing ordinary clothes, but many of them had white linen wrapped around their heads.

They are all family members of the Sixings Regiment recruiting new soldiers in Xuzhou this time.

They did not need to travel at night in such an almost pitch-dark early morning. Last night they were all picked up from a small town several miles away by a group of four groups.

The families of those who had soldiers who died in the war actually stayed up all night, keeping vigil for their relatives according to the customs of their hometowns.

Because today is the time to send them off on their last journey.

Further away, groups of soldiers had already lined up. There was no loud scolding from the squad leader, and the soldiers completed their lines in silence.

Tang Dao ordered that, except for necessary warnings, all officers and soldiers must participate in this spiritual ceremony!

This is also the first time that the martyrs' cemetery built by the Si Xing Regiment on the green hills a few miles away has been opened. Those who are honored are not only the officers and soldiers of the Si Xing Regiment who died in the battle of Shanxi Province, but also the soldiers of the independent battalion since its establishment. All the officers and soldiers who have died since then, and looking further, there are even soldiers who died in Sihang Warehouse.

Most of their remains were buried on the spot, and a few were taken out of the battlefield and incinerated to ashes. They have been carefully preserved by the baggage company.

Those who have ashes will have their ashes hidden, and those who don't have ashes will use their personal belongings or clothing. These are what Tang Dao once emphasized. As long as it is an officer or soldier of the camp, even if it is buried on the spot, his personal belongings must be taken away. He also made a register so that he could have the opportunity to hand it over to his descendants in the future, and also to give his relatives some thoughts.

For this purpose, the baggage company specially arranged a baggage class of fifteen people to do this work. The belongings and clothing of hundreds of officers and soldiers who died in the Four Lines Regiment's previous battles have been kept intact, even in the most difficult times of the battle.

In the eyes of many people, this is tatters, but in the hearts of the officers and soldiers, this is the final proof that the brothers who have fallen asleep underground remain in this world.

Perhaps one day, they will also become one of those little cloth bags.

But it doesn't matter, the later brothers will protect the traces they left just like them.

If there is not even this, but also the soil brought back from the battlefield, which is soil stained with their blood, the martyrs and heroes will definitely not go far.

This was a funeral for more than 800 people. No one dared to take it seriously. The first infantry battalion, the second infantry battalion, the third infantry battalion, several companies directly under the regiment headquarters, the squadron, the student company that had not yet been reorganized, and a team of more than 3,000 people. , except for the footsteps and breathing, no one dared to break this quiet morning at will.

In fact, even the 600 young recruits who moved from Licheng in the past three days, the 400 young recruits recruited from surrounding villages and towns, and the new recruits who have not even had time to wear military uniforms, whether they are naughty or rough-tempered, these recruits For a while, I was so angry that I didn't dare to take a breath. Like a good baby, I imitated the veterans over there and stood still, except that the team was not very neat.

The veteran squad leader, who had been staring at them or sternly scolding them in the past few days, unexpectedly did not get angry. He just stood beside them and looked straight ahead.

In fact, family members and soldiers were not the only ones who participated in this grand spiritual ceremony.

People in the nearby villages, which are more than ten miles away, knew as early as three days that the Si Xing Regiment would bury the fallen officers and soldiers in these two days. Many people spontaneously organized themselves and rushed here overnight.

In their words, although the soldiers of the Sixings Regiment are not their relatives, nor are they the children of their villages, they are heroes serving the country, and it is the duty of all Chinese to see them off.

Because the mountains are high, the roads are dangerous, and there are few mountainous areas, the Taihang Mountain area is poor, and the majority of people in Dakouzi Cave are stone mountains, which makes them even poorer!

The villagers could not bring the steamed buns and meat passed down from their ancestors as sacrifices, so they brought yellow and white linen cloth.

That was made by myself using the spinning wheel at home. Each household produced three feet of linen cloth, and then tore it into many strips!

The people who arrived stood on the mountain along the way to the Martyrs Cemetery and hung linen cloths on the branches!

The mountains are all covered with raw materials!

Even the dark night can't stop these white flowers flying all over the mountain like little snowflakes!

The sentry in charge of security on the mountain stood upright in the plains of the mountain, trying his best to suppress the tears flashing in his eyes.

But this time, it was not because of sadness, but because of passion.

To die in such a battle, one's journey to this world will not be in vain.

Time passed little by little, and the sky gradually became brighter.

The mountains are already foggy, especially in this late spring and early summer season. The red sun that has jumped over the top of the mountain is blocked by a light mist, emitting a faint light that is not dazzling at all.

"Reporting to the group! The time has come, can we let the brothers who are escorting the heroic spirits of the brothers set off!" As the general coordinator of this spiritual ceremony, Zhuang Shisan trotted all the way from a distance and reported to Tang Dao at attention.

“Accurate!” Tang Dao nodded and waved his hand to order.

“Fire the gun! Send the brothers off!”

The two rows of honor guard composed of officers and soldiers of the guard company heard the order and collectively took a step back, raising their guns and pointing their guns diagonally towards the sky.

The gun is not a Czech semi-automatic, nor is it a Liao-made single-shot rifle that has been fully installed, nor is it a Type 38, it is all an old gun made in Hanyang!

Because they were afraid that the heroes who died in the battle were not familiar with them, and the sound of gunfire from Hanyang would definitely allow them to find their way home.

“Bang! Bang!”

The sound of gunshots completely broke the silence of Qingshan, and the thick smell of gunpowder smoke lingering in everyone's nostrils made people feel even more tragic.

Those people are silent in the smoke of gunpowder, but they still have to say goodbye in the smoke of gunpowder!

This may be the fate of a warrior.

The coffins of the officers and soldiers who died in this battle were all customized in the past two days. The wood may not be very good, but it can still be considered old wood. This is also what Tang Dao specifically requested. The feelings of relatives must be taken into consideration, as long as the remains can be transported. Those who return to Dakouzidong Town must be buried instead of cremated, and the coffin must be acceptable.

If there are only ashes and personal clothes, the box responsible for enshrining the body must be made of good stone to prevent it from corroding over time, in case his descendants come to find him and want to transport him back to his hometown!

Therefore, more than thirty coffins were very heavy, and those responsible for supporting the coffins were the battalion, company, platoon, and squad leaders of the three major infantry battalions participating in the war.

Because the Japanese army lacked artillery this time and mainly focused on attacks, all the sacrifices came from front-line infantry. The remaining artillery companies, special agent companies and other auxiliary troops only suffered casualties.

They are officers and brothers. Naturally, they have to see each other off in person on their last journey.

“Get up!” Lei Xiong, the leader, roared, the muscles on his arms bulging.

“Okay!” shouted again, and the supporting queue composed of all the infantry battalion officers of the Fourth Line Regiment began to march.

Following behind them were a larger force, numbering in the hundreds.

However, there was no coffin on their shoulders. Instead, each of them held a stone box covered with a white cloth in one arm.

Regardless of military rank, except for the officers who are supporting the deceased, these soldiers holding boxes wrapped in white cloth are the closest comrades of the martyrs!

Among the soldiers lining up to see him off, there was only one member of the special squadron.

Because the Special Forces Squadron is considered the most elite group of people in the Four Lines Regiment. Without exception, they are all veterans, and they have sacrificed the most of their comrades. Lao Hei was holding Leng Feng's younger brother Xiao Shitou's spirit box, Gu Xishui was holding Yaomei's, Niu Er was holding Liu Datou's, and Lu Sanjiang was holding his old squad leader's.

Mingxin seems a little lonely, but she is the most enviable person on the field.

Because, since he entered the special squadron, there have been no casualties in the special squadron, only two people were seriously injured and three were slightly injured.

The spirit sending team went first, Tang Dao led the army behind, and then followed the entire army of the Four Lines Regiment!

“Stand at attention!”

"salute!"

Soldiers on guard duty along the route all straightened their bodies and saluted the troops.

The people standing on the hills spontaneously lit incense candles and paper money, and the little bits of fire lit up the way home for the heroic spirits!

To 8 a.m.!

The sun shines on this hillside where graves have been dug!

According to the list after Tang Dao reviewed it again last night, a total of 839 tombs were dug on the hillside. Because there was no time, the stone tombstones were not made. There were only 839 wooden boards standing in front of the tombs. Each board was neatly written with calligraphy. Write the names of the fallen officers and soldiers, their death in battle on a certain day, year and month, and their place of origin.

This workload is huge, but it is Tantai Yunshu who can bear it all.

In his words: "I think those heroes will not dislike my words!"

This is probably one of the reasons why Li Jiujin could only silently endure Lao Tantai spitting on his face.

There was no sensational roll call, Tang Dao just walked past the coffin and the spiritual box that was carefully held by the soldiers, just like he had led them on an expedition.

Only this time, no one stood up to him or saluted him.

Tang Dao raised his head and looked at the names standing in the first row on the hillside. Those names that were familiar, unfamiliar and almost forgotten, he suddenly felt a little dazed.

　　When he first entered the Sihang Warehouse, Deputy Platoon Leader Liu Datou's hostile eyes towards him, an outsider, and the sixteen-year-old Leng Shitou's green face seemed to still be vivid in his mind.

But they are all gone!

From now on, I will sleep in this cemetery.

Fortunately, they no longer have to endure the pain caused by the war so hard, and they can still stay together and chat and spank.

This is not a blessing.

Those who have passed away are no longer here, but those who are alive must continue.

Tang Dao stood still in front of a soldier in the queue.

"Enter the spirit" followed by Master Zhuang let out a loud roar.

The coffin was still carried by the six officers of the coffin support team, but the coffin was changed from one person to two people. They solemnly held the coffin and lined up up the mountain. From top to bottom, they placed the coffin and coffin into the tomb, and then closed it. White cloth.

This is also because the time was too short. Originally, according to Tang Dao's plan, the military flag of the Si Xing Regiment was to be covered. However, there was not much cloth in the barren mountains and there was no time to make the military flag.

“Leave this to me!” Tang Dao took a spirit box from the soldier behind him.

Under the silent gaze of thousands of soldiers and civilians, Tang Dao went up the mountain alone, holding a spirit box. He gently placed the spirit box into the largest grave at the foot of the entire cemetery and the only one without a tombstone. The regimental flag gently covers the spirit box.

All the soldiers couldn't help but be envious. Who has the privilege to have the regimental commander personally pay homage to him? If that brother knew that he would receive this honor after his death, he would probably have died with a smile on his face!

Rejecting the help of others, Tang Dao took a military shovel and filled in the slightly larger tomb alone. Only then did he face the thousands of soldiers and civilians standing in front of him.

“Today is the day when the 893 martyrs of our Fourth Corps go home. I propose to observe three minutes of silence for the 839 martyrs of our Fourth Corps.”

After speaking, Tang Dao took off his military cap, held it in front of his chest, and lowered his head solemnly.

All the officers and soldiers imitated the movements of the Tang Dao, and all took off their military caps and held them in front of their chests, bowing their heads solemnly. Others present took off their hats if they had hats on their heads, and bowed their heads if they didn't.

Three minutes later!

"End of silence." Tang Dao raised his head and said loudly: "Since the formation of the army, our Si Xing Regiment has traveled from Si Xing Warehouse to Songjiang, to Guangde, to Wuhu, to Zhengzhou, and then to the east of Shanxi. The Japanese invaders fought six large-scale battles and numerous small-scale contact battles. They independently annihilated more than 10,000 Japanese invaders and cooperated with friendly forces to annihilate more than 10,000 Japanese invaders.

I can replace the entire army of my Fourth Army Regiment and proudly tell the whole of China that we have fought continuously along the way and created an unprecedented brilliant victory!

　　However, victory does not depend on words, but on the sacrifice of the soldiers.

The martyrs' cemetery behind me is the best proof that without their sacrifices, there would be no glorious victory for our army.

However, sacrifice means that a mother loses her son, a wife loses her husband, and a child loses his father.

Last night, I saw the family members holding the coffins of the martyrs and crying loudly. There were old people, women, and children among them. As a regimental leader, my heart ached more than anyone else.

Because they are also my brothers, brothers who train on the same training ground, eat in the same pot, and fight in the trenches.

As the highest officer of the Four Elements Regiment, my heart is as sad as their relatives.

But, will we stay away from the battlefield because of grief? No, I will tell you loudly, tell each of you, absolutely.

Because, my brothers and I are not only sons, husbands and fathers, we are also Chinese.

The Japanese invaders have raised their butcher knives and pointed them at the entire Chinese nation. We will not wait for the slaughter. We will raise our knives and guns more resolutely and tell them with blood that we will never surrender.

　　If we are afraid of the grief of our families and do not dare to step onto the battlefield, then when the Japanese aggressors' butcher's knife points at us and our families, who will resist for you and me?

No, when everyone chooses to retreat, there will be no one to protect this country and this nation.

We can only move forward, facing the Japanese invaders' blades, even if we sacrifice ourselves, even if we can't say sorry to our wives, even if we can never kiss our children's faces again. "

"Forward, forward, forward." The soldiers were infected by Tang Dao's words and raised their arms one after another and shouted.

Tantai Yunshu, Teacher Xiao He and his students standing on the flanks of the military queue also raised their arms high and shouted with tears in their eyes.

At that moment, even the people chanted along with the soldiers.

Whether Tang Dao intended to be sensational or not, the cemetery lined with more than 800 tombstones shows that they do not cherish life, but they are never afraid to sacrifice their lives. Only such an army is the strongest army in China.

Huge sound echoed in the valley.

ps: It's over, it's over, I've been staying at home for a whole 10 days. In addition to instant noodles, I can only order instant noodles. Occasionally, I can order a takeaway meal. My head is really buzzing! I still have to worry about my daughter's online classes at my grandparents' house. I can't even do the math in the second year of high school anymore. Can you believe it? I feel like I've been out of shape this week, and I still can't get it back. Let's just take a look!

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