Chapter 839: I'm a Soldier!

A humble house. Standard single room. There is a toilet of only three square meters. The kitchen, living room, and bedroom are integrated. It's as shabby as the basement of the North Drift. But it was the residence of Wu Lie, a veteran member of the Tiger Battalion, when he was on vacation.

There is a mourning platform on the inner floor of the living room. There are candles, incense, and tributes on the altar. But there is no spirit card, no posthumous photo, no name.

In front of the altar stood a girl with a beautiful face and swollen red eyes.

She dresses plainly and simply, with a plain face. It looks quiet. He stared at the things on the altar with a somewhat dull expression. His shoulders trembled slightly, but he couldn't even say a word.

She set up the altar.

Wu Lie is an orphan, fatherless and motherless. The news of death was just a sentence, and she didn't even know how Wu Lie died and where he died. She only knew that Wu Lie sacrificed his life for the country.

But why did he sacrifice his life for the country, and he was not even allowed to engrave his name on the spirit tablet?

Why did he sacrifice his life for the country, and he didn't even have a medal of honor?

The messenger said that he died, without a name, without a medal, and without honor. Nothing.

Why?

Lingling stared at the Lingtai, but her gaze was nowhere to go. Like her heart. I don't know where to put it, I don't know where to stay, so I can sustenance.

She still remembers the scene when she first met Wu Lie. It was the younger brother of one of his comrades-in-arms, who was naughty and naughty to ask his parents. Wu Lie accompanied him.

When they came, Lingling was teaching. Teach students to sing a song that is worthy of a love song, but not just a love song. At least when she interpreted the song for the students, many of them cried. For the protagonist in the song. for the meaning of this song.

Elementary school students can be unemotional. But understand love.

Love knows no age, no race, no occupation.

"My name is Wu Lie. is a military man. Wu Lie introduced himself shyly and reservedly.

He's not tall. Skinny. It's not the same as the image of a soldier in Lingling's heart. But Wu Lie's comrades-in-arms told her that my buddy was the number one sharpshooter of the Sharp Knife Team. 100 shots. Won a number of military honors.

But why is it that he dies and has nothing?

He's dead. Lingling really wanted to erect a monument for him and erect a spirit card for him. Hang a posthumous photo. At least this way, when she has nowhere to put it, her eyes can stay on Wu Lie's last photo.

But she couldn't. The only thing you need to know, the military representative said, is that he is dead. Nothing, nothing.

She was very depressed, so depressed that she was aggrieved. Grievances for Wu Lie.

But what can she do? She is just an elementary school teacher. Parents are just ordinary workers. What is she capable of doing for Wu Lie?

She could do nothing but cry.

But now, even her tears are dry. Even crying, there are no tears to shed.

Wow.

Footsteps rang out at the door. Lingling, who looked dazed, returned to her senses slightly and slowly turned her head. I saw a man in a military uniform walking with his chest up. His face was full of exhaustion, and his eyes were sunken and cloudy. But Lingling could see that he was very relieved, very happy?

Why should he be happy?

Lingling didn't know. She didn't even know who this military man was. Perhaps, it is Wu Lie's comrade-in-arms?

"Sister-in-law. My name is Ye Long. Captain of the Tiger Battalion. Wu Lie's chief. Ye Long introduced himself.

"Wu Lie is a soldier of the Tiger Battalion?" Lingling, who didn't know much about the military system, asked softly.

"Hmm." Ye Long nodded heavily. Seeing that Lingling looked very haggard, she took a deep breath of cold air. "Wu Lie has a name. We erected a tombstone for him. Although, his ashes can't be retrieved. But he has a name, and he can erect a monument in a dignified and bright way. You can too—there's a place to worship him. ”

Lingling's nose was sour, and she was about to cry again.

Holding back this sad contentment, he said in a trembling voice: "Thank you—thank you, Captain Ye Long." ”

"I'm sorry. That's the only thing I can do. Ye Long's face turned gloomy, and immediately, he straightened his chest. Saluted Lingling and said. "Tomorrow afternoon, please be on time for our worship."

"Definitely." Lingling nodded heavily.

After Ye Long left. Lingling turned her head and stared at the Lingtai who had no photos and no engraved spirit plates, and muttered to herself: "Liezi, you can rest assured." ”

"Retsuko. Didn't you always want to hear me sing that song again? I used to be shy and reluctant to sing. Lingling choked up. Now, shall I sing it to you? ”

Lingling took a deep breath, adjusted her breath and chanted softly:

It's a little lover of youth, how shiny and bright the eyes are.

Like a sunny day to keep summer, every sunny smile and smile kindness.

The man is a tall young man, and the woman is petite than the moon.

Both of them pledged to live together every day of their lives, even though the war was long.

Even though each has his own faith, the earth is chaotic. The battle will divide the various peoples.

He and she never changed their position, and always sang this song with the same brave ideal.

Love, feelings do rely on. Sweet or sour along the way, still close to each other.

Love, never have to divide religion. From being fearless of guns, I would rather fall in love with you all my life until death...

Qu Bi. Lingling burst into tears.

……

The snow was falling, and Yanjing was shrouded in a blanket of silver. As the end of the year approaches, people are busy putting the finishing touches on their work, and locals are starting to buy New Year's goods. Outsiders are also scrambling to buy tickets. I look forward to spending a happy Spring Festival with my family.

At this time. in the military mausoleum. Hundreds of members of the Tiger Battalion stood in front of the tombstones in uniform and leather shoes. They were covered in snowflakes. but he stood like steel. Behind them are a handful of family members. Not much. It can even be described as less.

The dead warriors were all orphans, except for a few who had girlfriends and friends. The remnant did not even worship their loved ones. But even if the family members present at the scene, what they worship is nothing more than an empty tombstone. Under the tombstone, an empty urn.

But they were content. At the very least, they knew which tombstone they worshipped. And which tombstone is a friend's comrade-in-arms.

The cold wind howled. Cutting people's cheeks like knives. The soldiers of the Tiger Battalion stood behind Ye Long with resolute expressions. Lin Ze and Mo Shu stood on either side of Ye Long. Send these dead comrades on their last journey.

Their exploits for China will never be known to the world.

Their names are known only to those present. Others, even who these people are, don't know if they exist.

But it was they who defended the integrity and dignity of the motherland with their blood and lives.

A solemn atmosphere enveloped the audience. The snow is getting heavier and heavier. The cold wind also became more and more intense, as if it was about to uproot the tombstone. But the tombstone, just like the name on the tombstone, will always guard the land of China. For their compatriots, for their homeland, to dedicate their last breath.

Ye Long's vision swept over the tombstones one by one, and in this month, he had lost ten kilograms. From the world-famous Chinese dragon to today's emaciated man. How much has it been paid, how much has it struggled, and how many people know?

And all he did was to get a name for his comrades-in-arms, his subordinates. One name, and he's content!

The snowflakes were getting thicker and thicker, and his vision was getting blurred. Ye Long clenched his fists and roared in a hoarse voice: "Brothers, the captain is here to see you off!" ”

Brush Brush Brush!

More than 100 Tiger Battalion soldiers stomped their feet and stood upright!

"You have died! But you live forever! ”

"I'm proud of you, I'm proud of you!"

"We don't need glory, we don't need encouragement! We are willing to give everything for China and sacrifice our lives for our compatriots! ”

"We live to be sacrificed!"

"We sacrifice, we sacrifice for the sake of our compatriots!"

"Brothers! No one can remember your name, but your name will live forever! ”

Tears rolled out of Ye Long's sunken tiger eyes, and his lips chapped as he shouted at the familiar names on the tombstones: "Brothers, do you regret it!? ”

The voice fell. The hundreds of tiger battalions behind him roared in unison: "No regrets! ”

"Why!"

"We are soldiers!"

We are soldiers!

We are soldiers!

The roar resounded through the universe, soaring into the sky.

Ye Long straightened his waist, stomped his feet, saluted a sonorous and powerful military salute, and shouted, "Send off!" ”

Click!

The guns in the hands of the warriors were pointed at the sky.

Bang bang!

A hundred guns fired in unison. Shocking.

"Brothers, let's go!"

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