On the Korean Peninsula, the earth rises and falls, the sky roars, the mountains and rivers are broken, and even if the sky is broken and the earth is torn apart, the Chinese People's Volunteers are still fearless and bravely marching forward.

After the boy passed out on the battlefield, he was escorted to the rear by reinforcements from the Chinese People's Volunteers to recuperate from his wounds.

When the boy woke up from his coma, he only felt a heart-rending pain in his body, the kind of living cut, that kind of raw tearing feeling that had not dissipated for a long time.

The boy lay on a slightly hard hospital bed, looking at the starry sky in a foreign land, which was still deep and charming, and the vastness was immense.

"I promised the girl to come back alive on the morning of dawn, and maybe I did. The boy looked at the starry sky in the dark night and muttered to himself.

Under the same starry sky, regardless of wind and rain, fearless cold, fearless heat, the girl prayed to the starry sky every night, praying that God would favor the boy who went to the Korean battlefield, hoping that the boy would come back alive from the life and death of the battlefield.

On July 27, 1953, the two sides signed the Korean Armistice Agreement, which marked the end of the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea.

After the Korean armistice, the Chinese People's Volunteers helped the Korean people to do a great deal of work for post-war recovery and construction.

In October 1958, all the Chinese People's Volunteers withdrew from the DPRK and returned to the motherland.

In 1994, taking into account the demands of the DPRK side, the Central Military Commission issued an order to recall representatives of the Chinese Civilian Volunteers of the Military Armistice Commission stationed in Panmunjom; on 15 December of the same year, a delegation of the Chinese People's Volunteers stationed on the Korean side of the Korean Military Armistice Commission was transferred back from Pyongyang, North Korea, marking the formal completion of the historical mission of the Chinese Civilian Volunteers.

According to relevant statistics, China consumed about 5.6 million tons of various war materials and 6.25 billion yuan (equivalent to $2.5 billion at the time) to support the DPRK in resisting US aggression and aiding Korea.

The figures inscribed by the United States on the Korean battlefield monument are 54,246 dead, 8,177 missing, 7,140 captured, and 100,32,284 wounded, for a total of 172,847.

The U.S. Department of Defense announced that 54,246 people died during the war, and 8,177 and 7,144 prisoners were partly included in the 36,574 theater deaths, and the official combat attrition in the Korean War totaled 142,091, of which 33,629 were killed on the spot, 36,574 were killed in the theater, 1003,284 were wounded, and 5,178 were missing and captured.

The United States spent $40 billion on war and consumed more than 73 million tons of war materials.

The Chinese People's Volunteers and the Korean People's Volunteers announced on 14 August 1953 that from 25 June 1950 to 27 July 1953, the Korean People's Army and the Chinese People's Volunteers had annihilated more than 109,000 enemies (including killed, wounded, and captured).

On 23 October 1953, the Associated Press announced that the total number of casualties of the "United Nations forces" was more than 1.47 million, and the total number of combat attrition officially announced by the United States and the DPRK was more than 1.13 million (excluding the combat attrition of other "United Nations forces").

As a result, the curtain came to an end in victory on the Chinese People's Volunteers' War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, and the soldiers of the Chinese People's Volunteers who had gone to foreign lands also returned to China in batches.

On the banks of the small river, the weeping willows by the river are still fluttering, and the sun is lazily pouring on the sparkling water.

The young and beautiful girl sat by the river, put her feet in the slow-flowing water, took the water in her hand, and gently stroked her cheek.

"The volunteers are back. ”

I don't know who shouted at the entrance of the village, causing ripples in the originally peaceful small mountain village.

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When the girl sitting by the river heard this, her body was unstable, and she fell into the river with a stumble.

The girl then got up from the river, and ran to the entrance of the village without even having time to put on her shoes.

The mountain village path was a little rough and full of gravel, which stabbed the girl's foot a little painfully, but the girl ignored it completely, and still ran desperately towards the entrance of the village.

A heart beats like a big drum in unison, beating with a bang, as if it wants to break free from the shackles of the body's structure.

The villagers at the entrance of the village gathered more and more, either cheering or waiting for it............

Gradually, a figure appeared on the long path at the entrance of the village, with a bright red flower tattooed on his chest, which was extremely eye-catching.

A group of figures dressed in military uniforms and wearing military hats slowly walked towards the small village.

The girl's eyes were full of hot anticipation, and she tried to lift her feet and look over in the crowd, trying to find the boy quickly.

A pair of soldiers came from far and near, and as soon as they came into contact with the crowd, they were warmly welcomed by the villagers.

"Son, you're always back. Some parents saw their sons come back alive from the battlefield and burst into tears, holding their children tightly in their arms and crying.

It was the tears of excitement, the light of relief, and the most inseparable feelings of longing for hundreds of days and nights, and the tears flowed with the joy of reunion after a long absence.

"Child, why are your hands gone?" asked another old mother in the crowd, pulling on the sleeves that should have been filled with her arms.

"Cut down by the Yankees. A young man who returned to resist US aggression and aid Korea said lightly that the youthful vigor he originally possessed had long been erased by the fighting on the battlefield, leaving only a calm and calm color.

The girl was still looking for the boy in the crowd, but no matter how much she searched, she never found the boy, and her heart, which was originally full of anticipation, turned sharply, and her heart became more and more uneasy.

"Luo Wei, why didn't my children come back with you?" asked Luo Wei, an elderly father, who had returned from the Korean battlefield, eagerly.

When Luo Wei heard the old man's words, the joy of reuniting with his family was instantly diluted, and tears involuntarily slipped from the corners of the eyes of this determined young man who had experienced the baptism of the battlefield.

He may not be afraid of the Yankees' fighter plane bombing, the Yankees' steely tanks, and the Yankees fighting to the death on the battlefield, but he is a person after all, a soldier with flesh and blood and feelings, and it is impossible to watch his comrades fall by his side and be indifferent.

"Wu Zi, Wu Zi, he sacrificed. The young man finally brought the bad news to Wu Zi's elderly father, which was cruel, but he also knew that he could not hide it.

When Wu Zi's father heard Luo Wei's answer, the old man burst into tears, and a sense of grief immediately covered the old man's cheeks.

"Son, my son, how can you leave me and your mother like this?" It seems that the bad news of Wu Zi's sacrifice drained the last trace of Wu Zi's father's strength, and he sat down on the ground at once, shouting Wu Zi's name heartbreakingly.

The girls in the crowd looked at Wu Zipa's sad look, and the tears in their eyes finally couldn't be suppressed, and they poured out, and the hearts that were originally looking forward to it were slowly spread by a strong uneasiness.

The girl was still looking for the boy in the crowd, but she still couldn't find it.

The tears became more and more, the uneasiness became more and more intense, and the taste of tears sliding down the corners of the mouth became more and more salty, even bitter.

"Girl, who are you looking for?"

Suddenly, the haunting voice sounded behind the girl, and the familiarity that was engraved in the bones and integrated into the blood sounded like a natural sound.

The girl turned her head sharply, and saw the boy with a familiar smile standing quietly not far away and looking at the girl with a smile.

Seeing the boy of her dreams, the girl cried even more fiercely, tears rained down, and then slammed into the boy's broad chest.

The girl lay in the boy's arms, choking constantly, her hands tightly grasping the muscles of the boy's waist, perhaps too hard, the painful boy bared his teeth, but did not stop it.

"Where did you die?"

"I thought you would never come back. ”

"I'm really scared that you'll never come back to me again. ”

"Do you know how I've been doing for the past three years?"

"Do you know how worried I am about you? I'm really scared that you're gone and you'll never come back. ”

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The boy hugged the girl in his arms and kept silent, allowing the girl to vent the pent-up emotions in his arms for the past three years.

The wind may be chilly at times, but at the moment it seems to be a spring breeze that warms people's hearts.

The girl vented in the boy's chest for a long time, and the girl suddenly broke free from the boy's arms as if she remembered something, and carefully looked at the boy's whole body with tears in her eyes, until she saw that the boy had not changed before she breathed a sigh of relief.

The boy still looked at the girl calmly, but under the cover of this calm, he had already been betrayed by the tears in his eyes.

When the girl habitually held the boy's right hand, she suddenly felt something unusual, and then grabbed the boy's right hand and looked at it carefully.

I saw that the boy's right hand had only three fingers left, and the index and middle fingers had long been lost.

"Does it hurt?" the girl asked with great distress as she looked at the scene.

The boy shook his head lightly and said, "It doesn't hurt." ”

It just seemed to touch the weakest part of the girl's heart even more, and the tears slipped down again.

The girl gently placed the boy's hand on her cheek and pressed it gently, feeling the boy's slightly rough texture.

The girl can clearly feel that the boy's temperament has changed a little, and it has changed a lot in three years.

The years are like knives, life and death are like dreams, the carving is immature, the vicissitudes of life, the years are like songs, fighting like lions, ode to prosperity, compose the silence, the years are like water, cleansing duckweed, precipitating the true heart, the years are like fire, burning blood, exercising yourself, the old face is red in a snap of your fingers, the green silk snow in an instant, three years, and in the blink of an eye, how many choices do you not let go?