The boy left, and in the early morning he went with the volunteers, with the determination to defend the borders of the motherland, and with the fetters of the girl.

Under the girl's gaze, the boy walked farther and farther, walked longer and longer, took one step, the boy turned around, took two steps, the boy looked back twice, walked three steps, and the boy looked back three times, but finally slowly disappeared into the girl's field of vision.

I don't know when we will meet again, and I don't know what the future can look forward to?

On the banks of the creek, the girl had not left for a long time, her eyes fixed on the mountain path where the boy had disappeared.

The sky has just broken down, the pale blue sky is still inlaid with a few sparse residual stars, on the bank of the small river, on the buds waiting to be released, the crystal bright dew drops are flickering, like the tears falling from the corners of the girl's eyes, the teardrops are engraved with a trace of reluctance, a trace of expectation, a trace of longing..................

Among all the battles of the Chinese People's Volunteers to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, the most tragic and famous battle was the world-famous Battle of Shangganling, and the boy was also a veteran of this battle.

In the Shangganling Campaign, the US military mobilized more than 60,000 troops, more than 3,000 artillery pieces, more than 170 tanks, and more than 3,000 sorties of planes to tilt more than 1.9 million shells and more than 5,000 bombs on a position of about 3.7 square kilometers for two companies of the Chinese Volunteers.

The intensity of the battle was unprecedented, especially the density of artillery fire, which had surpassed the highest level of World War II.

The Chinese People's Volunteers' position was cut down by two meters, the earth and rocks on the high ground were blown one to two meters away, turning into a scorched earth, and many tunnels were shortened by five or six meters.

The world-famous Battle of Shangganling lasted for 43 days, during which China and the US forces repeatedly fought for positions 59 times, and the Chinese People's Volunteers repelled more than 900 US charges.

The second stage of the campaign was the most difficult stage of the tunnel struggle, and there were three tunnels, eight small tunnels, and more than 30 improvised anti-artillery tunnels on the 597.9 Heights.

At that time, three large tunnels and five small tunnels were under the control of the garrison troops, of which the No. 1 tunnel entered by the eighth company was the main tunnel, located under the No. 1 position, it was the largest tunnel, it was in the shape of "F", with a total length of nearly 80 meters, a height of 1.5 meters, a width of 1.2 meters, and a fork hole on the left and right, and the top was limestone up to 35 meters thick, and the two openings of the tunnel were all facing the direction of Wusheng Mountain to the north.

Under the sunset, the brilliant golden afterglow was sprinkled on the position full of corpses, and the dull engine engine roared in a low voice like a bird of prey, from far and near, when the US bomber approached the position of the Chinese People's Volunteers, the fuselage dived down, the belly hatch opened instantly, and the shells thrown down covered the positions of the Chinese People's Volunteers like dumplings.

The sound of the bombing was deafening, and the bombers whined incessantly, and for a time the dust flew and the position was devastated, as if it were about to tear the earth apart.

Even if they are constantly bombed by US fighters and the positions are roaring, there are still a group of soldiers lying dead on the positions with guns, not flinching, holding on to the sound of bombing, not giving up in the ups and downs of the earth, defending this land with flesh and blood, even if they die, they will never take half a step back, they are the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, the Chinese People's Liberation Army!!

"Open fire. ”

When dozens of US bombers flew over the position at low altitude, the artillery of the Chinese People's Volunteers finally began to counterattack, and one anti-aircraft gun after another streaked over this devastated land like shooting stars.

Boom......

The boy lying on the ground only felt that the sky was shattered, and the sound of the cannonballs that exploded in the air made a terrifying sound, whistling, and exploding, which continued.

The boy buried his head in the dirt, covered his head with his arms, and held the gun tightly in his hand, and the shells dropped by the American bombers exploded not far from the boy, and the sound wave of the explosion shocked the boy's eardrum with blood.

From time to time, the boy raised his head and looked at the bombers whizzing by, his eyes were full of determination and unyielding, and he was greatly encouraged when he saw that the American enemy planes with black smoke and flames in the sky were shot down.

When the U.S. bombers finished bombing, the U.S. tanks began to assemble at the bottom of the position, and around each of them, groups of U.S. soldiers began to slowly charge the boy's position.

"Company commander, the Yankees are ready to attack. ”

The boy looked at this scene and shouted to the company commander who was lying in the pit not far away.

"Everyone is ready to fight. The company commander shouted when he heard the boy's words.

Hot-blooded men, unyielding warriors, clutching their guns tightly in their hands, their eyes burning with scorching fighting intent, not at all feared by the approaching enemy army.

"Hit. ”

When the Yankees approached, the Chinese People's Volunteers in a high position began to engage in hand-to-hand combat under the order of the company commander.

The machine guns on the battlefield clicked and spewed long sparks from the muzzles, like a scythe in the hands of death under the setting sun, harvesting the lives of the Yankees.

When the boy heard the words of the company commander, he suddenly got up from the tunnel, with mud in his mouth and blood from his ears, but the boy didn't have time to vomit or wipe it, so he shot desperately with the gun in his hand.

The night is like a gluttonous beast, devouring all the light of the world, and the earth begins to be shrouded in darkness, but it is not calm, and the battlefield at this time is filled with the sound of guns.

The Yankees rushed to the position under the cover of night and launched a white ninja battle with the Chinese People's Volunteers.

Suddenly, the trumpet sounded, and the sound of the guns was unusually loud, and the boy knew that this was the horn of the impending white-knuckle battle.

The boy removed the broadsword he was carrying behind him, and the blade of the broadsword shimmered coldly in the night.

The sound of the bugle became more rapid and louder.

Come on......

A shout resounded in the sky, and the boy shouted loudly, jumped out of the pit with a big knife, and slashed at the arriving Yankees.

The figure of the Chinese People's Volunteers was like a tiger descending from the mountain, fearless, and a fierce white-bladed battle began.

The big sword flies, the flesh flies, the earth rises and falls, fearless, unyielding.

The sound of fighting, the sound of charging, resounded through the heavens and the earth............

In the all-night battle with the Yankees, corpses were scattered all over the battlefield, and this group of fearless Chinese volunteers still held on to a piece of land even at the cost of their lives, letting the bright five-star red flag flutter over this land.

In the fight with the Yankees, the boy slashed desperately with the big knife in his hand, and the boy fought against two Yankees, and when the Yankees' knife cut off the boy's two fingers, the boy desperately stabbed the big knife into the chest of one of the Yankees.

When another Yankee attacked, the boy resisted the knife with his back, and at that moment, the big knife in the boy's hand also cut off the Yankee's head.

His fingers were severed, blood gushed out, and the blood flowing from his back instantly stained the boy's shirt red.

The boy eventually collapsed due to blood loss.

At this moment, in a distant mountain village, a young girl's heart trembled violently, and the uneasiness in her heart instantly crept up her brows.

The girl clasped her hands together and prayed constantly for the boy and for the Chinese people to volunteer.

When the boy lay next to the corpses of the two Yankee soldiers, he only felt drowsy, but he knew that he couldn't sleep, and he gritted his teeth, and the scarlet blood on his tongue instantly gushed out, and a sharp pain spread throughout his body.

There is a promise in my heart: you promised me that you will come back alive.

The boy only felt that the girl's face was in front of him, and with the last of his strength, he stretched out his hand that was blurred with only three fingers to touch the girl's cheek............

At the foot of the mountain, the loud and familiar sound of the military horn sounded again.

Rush, kill......

The rescue troops of the Chinese People's Volunteers arrived again from the bottom of the hill, and the soldiers above the position were greatly encouraged by this familiar horn and desperately assassinated the Yankees.

The boy wanted to fight and kill the enemy again, but he really didn't have the strength anymore, and even the big knife not far away was already weak.

The Yankees panicked under the two-sided attack of the Chinese People's Volunteers, and were frightened by the courageous momentum of the Chinese soldiers, and fled.

Lying in a pool of blood, the boy looked at the five-star red flag fluttering on the position, and smiled miserably, the boy's own troops resisted the Yankees' charge and held this devastated position.

The boy couldn't hold on any longer, only to feel that his consciousness was beginning to blur and his memories were beginning to dissipate.

On the bank of the small river, the girl folds willow branches, the clear stream is murmuring, and the love is set for life.

Slowly, the boy also fell into a coma, fell asleep with a smile on his face, laughed at the people waiting for the king's return, and laughed at the five-star red flag flying in the wind.

The great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the characters are merry through the ages.

To the west of the base, humanity is, Zhou Lang Chibi of the Three Kingdoms.

The rocks pierced the air, the waves crashed on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.

The country is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time.

Thinking about Gongjin back then, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, with heroic hair, a lupine scarf, talking and laughing, and the wall was in ashes.

The old country fugue, affectionate should laugh at me, born early.

Life is like a dream, and one is still in the moon.