At the end of the cheers, there is sadness.

Because behind the victory, there is sacrifice!

On the top and slopes of the small lonely mountain, hundreds of soldiers stood here, the death squad, the 1st infantry battalion, the pistol company of the 2nd Temporary Division, and everyone stood here. As long as there is no vigilance task and the legs can walk, there is no shortage of one.

At the foot of the mountain, there are two infantry battalions, with platoons as units, filling the entire foot of the mountain. In fact, there are not so many places to stay on the small lonely mountain.

Except for the sound of excavation on the top of the mountain, the nearly 2,000 people here are unusually quiet.

Their quietness is both because of shock and respect.

Whether it was a group of officers and soldiers of the death squad who participated in this battle, or the two infantry battalions of the 217th Regiment who did not participate in this battle and accompanied Wang Changhai to pick up Liu Lang and them back to the pass position, in fact, they all knew that the battle of Gushan here was extremely tragic.

But it wasn't until they set foot on the battlefield themselves that they knew that the so-called tragedy was still too mild compared to what they had seen.

It's hell on earth.

The entire hillside was almost covered with horse corpses and human corpses, and it was impossible to find a complete one, and the remnants of the limbs could be seen everywhere, not one by one, but one by one.

The shrubs and woods on the hillside facing the position have long disappeared under the raging artillery fire of an unknown number of shells, leaving only gray and yellow earth. The blood that had been left behind by a large amount of death on the ground evaporated or soaked into the earth by the howling of the north wind or the explosion of the cannonballs, and from a closer look it was not very noticeable that the dark brown and earth colors were mixed together.

But when you get farther away, you can see it more clearly, and the whole gray-yellow hillside is like an oil painting with a gray-yellow base but sprayed with an unknown number of black-brown block inks, forming a strange postmodernist style.

And only these soldiers know that it is the traces of death.

According to the internal battle report of the Japanese Kwantung Army, only here, more than 500 people were killed, 400 wounded, and almost a complete infantry brigade was damaged here, especially Chi Dakui and others called for their own artillery coverage for the last time, which was too ruthless, an infantry squadron and a cavalry squadron, more than 200 people were two survivors, and they accounted for half of the number of casualties at once.

Although the Chinese defenders on the top of the hill were also wiped out in this shelling, according to the Chinese battle report, no more than one infantry squad of Chinese officers and soldiers were killed on the spot. The battle loss ratio of 1 to 20 made the Japanese Kwantung Army Command ashamed, and sealed this battle report as a confidential document, and it was not made public until decades later.

The strong aura of death on the hillside was prohibitive, and even the strongest warriors felt cold, and the warriors' instinctive resistance to death made them dare not stay on the hillside at all.

But they still stood straight, their eyes focused on the top of the mountain, both up and down.

On the hillside, there are ugly fragments of Japanese corpses and a disgusting smell, but on the top of the mountain, it is the lives of their brothers.

Now, they've come to see them off.

The soldiers all stood and looked at their commanders, a lieutenant general with a major general, a colonel, and Liu Lang, Wang Hechun, and He Guangqi, three military commanders who led the officers and men to fight here, sweating and digging on the soft position on the top of the mountain, which had been bombed by heavy artillery.

That is, digging graves for all the officers and soldiers who died on this high ground.

Liu Ruming refused the help of others, insisted on doing it himself, and finally qualified to jump into the tomb to participate in the excavation and carrying of earthwork, except for Liu Lang, there were two generals and a colonel.

As commanders, they can't do more for their soldiers, so let's help them dig through the hard ground!

It was a very simple move, but it made the officers and soldiers standing quietly around have tears in their eyes, the so-called soldier is a confidant who dies, but that's it! The general digs the grave for us, and we should die for the general.

As the only soldier on this position who could walk down by himself, Su Hui stood to the side in a daze, beside him were wooden boxes covered with military uniforms, but there were not many of them.

His extremely gloomy back makes people feel sad.

Ming Yu, who was standing on the side, looked at the soldier's lonely back, his eyes full of pity.

No one will forget how the sergeant looked like a treasure when he found a piece of blue cloth stained with flesh and blood during the previous battlefield cleanup.

He held it in his palm like that, and then carefully put it into the wooden box, while chanting: "Brother, I'm sorry! Hurt you。。。。。 ”

A piece of flesh and blood scorched by the flames, where he knew what pain was, if it was in the past, the veterans would definitely laugh at his fragility, but at this time, the soldiers who saw this scene could only feel sad.

How painful does it have to be to say such "crazy" words?

Mingyu's eyes were red.

When she arrived here, she knew through He Datou that in the entire Gushan position, only this former sergeant of the 218th Regiment Communication Platoon walked off the position alone.

The others, either lying down and leaving, or, all stayed here.

The emaciated and mournful back of the communication sergeant made Mingyu stop walking, and she could only watch quietly like all the soldiers, waiting silently.

Waiting for him to recover from his pain is also the duty of a soldier.

Soldiers must learn to bear the sacrifice and bear the pain of the departure of their comrades-in-arms, otherwise how can they support the country and the nation. In any age, they must be strong and strong, even if he will be weak, but he must be strong.

No one comforts anyone, because no one can comfort them.

The sorrow of almost all the deaths in the robe is a sorrow that only those who are in it can understand; After the victory, I couldn't find a chest pain that I could hug and celebrate with each other, and only my heart could feel the pain.

The war diary published by Ming Yu two days later did not use victory as the title, although today's battle for the 4th Infantry Brigade can be recorded in the history of the Chinese War, but she still stubbornly uses "the back of the soldier" as the title.

"The lonely back, for the soldiers, is sadness, but for you and me, it is remembering! They have worked hard for this country, and what we have to do is not to forget! They are very ordinary, but when they choose to go to the battlefield, they are the monument of my Huaxia clan! Please let us remember this day, this day, it is this group of ordinary people whose names you and I don't even know killed, killing 500 Japanese criminals and this。。。。。。 ”

Ming Yu wrote this in the opening chapter of her battlefield diary.

Countless Chinese people burst into tears the moment they saw the back of the bleak and slightly gauntlet young soldier in the newspaper. The proposal to erect a monument to the martyrs of Gushan was even submitted to the Ministry of Military Affairs in the capital.

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Eventually, hundreds of people rummaged through the soft dirt to stop the sergeant in futility. They've found every piece of limb they can find here。。。。。。

But it's still pitiful.

Because, under the bombardment of more than 100 shells, on this small hill, which is only a few thousand square meters, except for the soil, there are almost no complete objects, whether it is people, guns, or other things, they are all shattered.

The reason why the shell box is transformed into a coffin is because, there is no whole, only a broken one, and it is already considered lucky to be able to find a hand or foot. But that's it, the dozen or so Angzang men who were still on the entire position at that time only loaded three boxes, and all of them had fragments of military uniforms glued together as a symbol of their own personnel.

In the face of the power of the shells, the flesh and blood of the Chinese and the Japanese are intertwined, and it is difficult to distinguish each other, there is no way, but to put the distinguishable ones into boxes and cover them with the uniforms of two generals and colonels, and if they cannot be distinguished, they can only be put into shell boxes and buried on both sides of the tomb that will be named Gushan Martyrs.

From then on, the sergeant stood quietly beside the three wooden boxes beside him.

He lit five cigarettes in front of three wooden boxes.

Because he was not alone, he also represented the other four seriously wounded who could not come here and were still in a coma to see off his brothers.

Yes, in the battle of Gushan, Su Huikai was not the only one who was alive, and as soon as the artillery fire stopped, Liu Lang led people to the trenches behind Gushan and transferred all the seriously wounded.

Together with Cai Dadao, a total of eight seriously injured people, after a night, five people spat out their last breath in the cave.

Fortunately, after nightfall, when Liu Lang organized people to go to the top of the mountain again, he searched for a seriously injured person who was extremely important to the death squad.

It was a miracle from heaven.

Otherwise, the sad sergeant would never have had the opportunity to light five cigarettes.