The night's battle was over, but a new one began, and I didn't dare to disturb the bloodshot commander until the sun went down and the gunfire finally stopped on the 15-kilometer line.

After the position fell silent, before writing the above and this text, I finally met with the supreme commander of my battlefield---- Brigade Commander Zhao Dengyu of the 109th Brigade of the 29th Army.

However, I did not interview him, although I would never have been more than thirty meters away from him.

Under the guidance of Adjutant Major Zhao Chenming of the brigade headquarters, I finally saw Brigade Commander Zhao for the first time after the night raid.

At that time, he was standing in front of a hillside two kilometers away from the main battlefield with his back to me, and behind him were more than 1,000 officers and soldiers standing in order.

I was very excited, because I knew that it was precisely because of the proposal of this major general and brigade commander and his personal participation that there was the great victory of "beheading more than 700 Japanese criminals" in northern China and the whole of China in the early morning.

If those officers and soldiers who participated in the war are our heroes, then this general is the hero of heroes.

However, as I approached the back that was almost frozen in front of the hillside, I stopped.

Oh, my God! What do I see?

It seemed that at that moment, I finally understood why the back, which was not too tall and even a little emaciated, was not as tall as it used to be, and even a little rickety, which made people feel a little sad inexplicably.

What jumped into my field of vision was rows of white, white eyes, which were so clearly displayed in my vision when the sun was setting and the light was already very faint and about to fall into the night.

The white array, which was almost impossible to see at a glance, was arranged like a military formation, so neat that it was suffocating, and the silence was heartbreaking.

Adjutant Zhao told me in a low voice that the remains of the 1,032 soldiers of the 109th Brigade who died before noon were neatly placed here, including the 624 who died on the spot in the early morning and night attack, the more than 100 who died due to their injuries during the day, and the nearly 300 who died on the battlefield this morning.

To tell you the truth, when I wrote this number, my heart was like being clenched by a hand, and my hands were trembling, because behind this number was the destruction of the happiness of more than a thousand families.

As you can imagine, how many children have never seen their fathers again, how many parents have never seen their sons again, and how many of my sisters have lost their husbands.

We cry because they have protected us with their lives, but what about the old, weak, women and children? They are forever lost.

I roughly understood Brigade Commander Zhao's state of mind at this time, as a commander, because it was under his orders that these heroes went to their deaths.

He was their commander and their brother, and now, in the face of such a silent military formation, what kind of heartache would he have?

Each body was tightly wrapped in a white cloth. That was the 37th Division's greatest effort to preserve the dignity of these soldiers when they left, after exhausting the last salary of the division.

There was a young soldier standing beside me, and I could clearly see the trembling of his body and the tears in his eyes.

However, his cheeks were bulging high, and he tried his best to clench his teeth, and there was not a trace of tears on his face full of gunsmoke.

Frankly, I couldn't understand his behavior at the time.

Isn't it normal for comrades-in-arms who get along day and night and fight side by side to die and those who survive to mourn and cry for them? Why should he endure?

Until, I heard the sonorous but mournful voice of Brigade Commander Zhao not far away:

"Stand upright!"

"Bang!" The sound of heels touching each other was like thunder.

Whether it is the officers and soldiers lined up neatly behind Brigade Commander Zhao, or the officers and soldiers who are guarding with guns in the distance, or the officers and soldiers guarding the side of the "white army array", including Adjutant Zhao, who sent me here, they are all standing upright.

"Today, I, Zhao Dengyu, came to see off my brothers on the last journey, Dengyu is incompetent, and one-fifth of my brothers in the 109th Brigade died here, Dengyu can't give you more promises, but Dengyu vows here, no matter whether this battle is won or lost, and no matter whether Dengyu is alive or dead in this battle, if I Dengyu dies one day, I will come here to be the companion of the brothers, and never make the brothers lonely!" After everyone stood up like green pines, Brigade Commander Zhao took a few steps forward, his body was straight, and his voice shook the four fields.

"Today, Deng Yu has nothing else to give to the brothers, so he will write a poem:

Send the brethren! Farewell today!

Defend the country! What a pity!

Step on the Yellow Spring! No return!

Slay the Wokes! Big knife up!

Brother is dead!

However, the military flag is erected at the bridgehead! ”

Frankly speaking, Brigade Commander Zhao's writing is much worse than many of the people I have seen, and their splendid articles are full of flowers, but I am sure that there has never been such a poem that hits my heart.

It is a parting, an oath, and a splendid spirit.

"Salute!"

"Huh!" Everyone, facing the "white formation", raised their right hands.

This should be their generals, their comrades-in-arms, in their most solemn way, say goodbye to them!

It's just that, in the face of the general's farewell, those who were lying there quietly couldn't return the salute.

The whole picture froze for almost thirty seconds, and as Brigade Commander Zhao turned around, the line of officers and soldiers behind him turned around.

It was only at this time that the young soldier, who also turned around, couldn't help but burst into tears.

Perhaps, he didn't want his departed comrades-in-arms to see his sadness, perhaps, he knew that parting at this time was a lifetime. The real reason for this may only be known to him.

But I understand that they are not leaving, the so-called comrades-in-arms are just that he has fallen, and they have to continue to move forward in the direction where their comrades-in-arms have fallen.

Because, their brigade commander led them in strides towards the direction of the main battlefield.

Writing this text, Ming Yu has no other purpose, just a simple hope that the people of the whole country will know the sacrifice of these lovely soldiers when they see the good news.

At the end of this article, I also want to learn from Brigade Commander Zhao and send a poem that is not a poem to the loveliest group of people in my mind:

People who say that the stars are very bright, that is because you have not seen the eyes of the Chinese soldiers!

Mingyu! In March of the 22nd year of the Republic of China!

After reading the last sentence of the "War Diary" in the newspaper, the old man first hid his face and wept, and then let out a loud cry.

The people around were silent, and it was not until after a long time that someone cautiously asked:

"Master Cheng, why are you crying so sadly?"

"My three boys are in the 29th Army!" The old man replied with a choked voice.

"Luckily! Fortunately! You still have two sons by your side. "Someone clumsily comforted.

"Then there is a son! I'm three! All in the 29th Army. The old man's tears filled his face.

The people were instantly silent, looking at the old man who was crying into tears, full of pity and admiration.

When the war came, all three sons of the family went to the battlefield, what kind of torment was this for a father?

"Master Cheng, my Lao Zhu has nothing else, he just has the strength to do it, and in the future, your family's work, Lao Tzu will do it, and he won't charge money!"

"Count me in!"

"Add me!"

"You're all helping out, so what is Lao Tzu doing? Counting the ball, if the soldiers of the 29th Army can die, will Lao Tzu not dare to die? A man about thirty years old dropped a sentence aloud and turned to leave.

"Old money, where are you going?"

"Lao Tzu went to sign up for the army, brothers, see you in the future!" The man dropped a word far away and disappeared into the corner of the street.