In the early spring of March, the first time of the sting, the spring rain is like wine!

It should be the season of spring flowers, but in the north of China, it is still cold to the marrow.

But on the undulating battlefield of the mountains near a pass of the Great Wall, the sound of killing was shocking.

At this time, the night is like ink, and the moonlight is like frost!

On a hillside, hundreds of soldiers in dark blue military uniforms, with white towels tied to their left arms, imitation shell guns pinned to their waists, and red silk broadswords in their hands, panted and fought with a group of Japanese soldiers who were fighting and retreating.

The cold of early spring in the north hung hoarfrost on the corners of the eyebrows and eyes of the warring parties, and it still could not hide the blood red under their eyes.

Occasionally, there was the sound of barge guns and Type 38 rifles, but what was noisy in the mountains and wilderness was mainly the piercing collision of cold weapons such as broadswords and bayonets, as well as the roar and howl after being wounded!

And on a mountain road more than 300 meters away from this battlefield, dozens of corpses lay horizontally.

There are earthy yellows and dark blues.

Apparently, this is where the two sides first began to fight, but now only corpses remain.

From the extension of the battlefield, it can be seen that the balance of victory is tilting towards the dark blue military uniform.

No one saw that one of those corpses actually moved slightly when the sudden cold wind blew through his bare and blood-stained belly!

Although the north wind is cold, it does not make the fat ripple. Obviously, that came from the "corpse" itself.

The corpse was dressed in a dark blue military uniform, with a collar badge of one bar and three three-dimensional stars, and the rank of captain, which was the highest rank among the soldiers who died here.

If you just look at this "corpse", you will definitely feel that the food of this Chinese army is indeed good.

Otherwise, how did you raise such a fat captain?

It's a pity that the fat captain is finished, and he can no longer prove that the food in the troops is good.

Oh! No, his bare belly had begun to rise and fall, indicating that he had signs of life again.

Or, in the strict sense of the word, this is no longer the original fat captain.

Because, the unlucky guy named Liu Lang hung up at the beginning of the battle.

Because he was timid, and the commander also knew that this was the "little God of Wealth" of the 109th Brigade, how could he let him rush forward?

Not only did he put him last, but he also sent two soldiers to protect him.

However, no matter how perfect the protection measures are, they can't stand this bad luck!

Coincidentally, the Japanese troops on the opposite side had already started a white-knuckle battle with the soldiers of the 109th Brigade who rushed in front of them, but a grenadier soldier was estimated to be too nervous, and with a shake of his hand, a grenade flew out, and just landed at the feet of the unlucky fat captain......

Originally, the 109th Brigade organized death squads to attack the Japanese positions at night and still took him with him in order to give him a military merit at that time, which was worthy of the white flowers and the pork halberds sent by his father, but he didn't expect it to be hung at the beginning of the battle.

This unlucky attribute is really impossible to say.

Of course, at this time, the commander who was still in front of him took the lead in picking up the big sword did not know that the "little God of Wealth" he brought had been hung up.

And now the belly is slightly undulating, it is Liu Lang and not Liu Lang.

To be exact, the body is still the stupid son of the original rich man's family, but the soul is already another Liu Lang.

Liu Lang, who came from the future 90 years later, has been in the army for 13 years, won five consecutive military decathlon championships, is only a 31-year-old major, and is a well-known "tiger of the jungle......

Liu Lang is dreaming. He dreamed that he was sitting quietly in front of a row of tombstones, grabbing the wine bottle in front of him, and taking a few big sips.

The tombstones are arranged in an orderly manner, standing upright, just like they once stood in front of them with their heads held high and roared, "Use me in the first battle, use me to win!" ”

It's just that they are speechless now, leaving him alone in front of the silent queue, heartbroken.

Although it hurts, there is no regret!

There is no quiet time in this world, but someone is carrying the weight for you. Guarding the quiet dawn of the motherland depends on the will of the soldiers, as well as sacrifice.

The young lives left him one after another, and his heart, which was the captain, was close to being full of holes.

It wasn't until that day that he learned that the Ministry of Veterans Affairs had settled the families of all the fallen comrades, and he dared to come to the cemetery where his brothers were resting quietly.

No tears, only drunk!

When he was drunk, he knelt down in front of the tombstone and whispered "Good men should come to be soldiers" that they had once roared together

"When you are a soldier, you know why the cockade is so red;

When you are a soldier, you know why the epaulettes are so heavy;

When you are a soldier, you know that the mountains and rivers of the motherland are in your heart;

When we became soldiers, we knew that a good man is to be a soldier

。。。。。 ”

Liu Lang's last thoughts were still in a row of comrades-in-arms, smiling at him and waving at him.

Then, wake up!

From a dream without tears to another dream!

He actually dreamed that he had become a fat man, the son of a rich man in Shanxi, a captain and staff officer of the 109th Brigade of the 29th Army, and his commander was Zhao Dengyu。。。。。

As the memories in his mind accumulated, Liu Lang was eager to open his eyes and take a look at the world in this dream.

He doesn't care who he is, but he knows Zhao Dengyu, he also knows the 29th Army, and he knows even more about the era they are in.

That turbulent era, that era of heroes, that era of exchanging one's own future for the future of future generations。。。。。

He also knows that the founders of New China are lighting up the whole of China with their ideals in this era, and China will eventually "spark a spark that can start a prairie fire!" ”

The great Chinese nation, after experiencing this unforgettable suffering, will eventually stand tall again in the east of the world.

And he may become a part of it, following those great people and experiencing this great era together.

Even if it was blood and sacrifice. But he is willing, even in a dream!

With Liu Lang's efforts, his consciousness is gradually recovering, and he can already feel everything around him.

After a few seconds, his eyes moved.

His eyes slowly opened, and it took him a moment to get used to it, and then he could see the situation within a few meters of his surroundings through the faint moonlight.

A meter in front of him, lay a corpse in a-yellow uniform.

Liu Lang knew that it was a Japanese military uniform.

The corpse wore a Type 90 steel helmet on its head, no fart curtains, and two layers of cowhide on its feet, and dozens of steel nails inlaid on the soles of Zhaowu-style military boots......

The corpse's neck was grotesquely crooked to one side, and the massive wound glowed a miserable white in the frosty moonlight. Liu Lang knew that it was caused by being chopped with a sharp weapon, and only in that way could the human body lose a large amount of blood in a short period of time, showing a miserable white color similar to fresh pork.

The blood that almost converged into a stream flowed through Liu Lang's side, his fingers poked in, it was still warm, and at the same time, the rich bloody qi stimulated Liu Lang's nose.

The senses remind the former elite of the army that this is by no means a dream.

I can't explain why I came to this incomparably clear time in my memory as soon as I got drunk, but Liu Lang was not surprised, but happy.

In the past two years, whether he was thinking of his fallen comrades-in-arms in the deep night, or wearing medals on his chest, he had never shed tears, and he burst into tears.

He knew, comrades-in-arms, that he had not forgotten him. It was they who threw him into the most tragic and greatest era of this nation, that is, to let him live again, to live in the way of a soldier and a red partyman.

Or, even if it is death, it will be a soldier's death.

In this era, in this nation, there has never been a shortage of people who are willing to die for them, and now, he is here.

Through the memory of the original body, he knew that this was the battlefield of the Battle of the Great Wall in 1933, or the night attack on Xifengkou that made the 109th Brigade famous in World War I!

"Broadsword, cut off the heads of the devils" is a battlefield for song material.

On the battlefield, the moonlight was like frost, and Liu Lang burst into tears, but it was full of cold colors.

Standing up, in the faint moonlight, the body stained with the blood of his comrades and Japanese invaders was like a demon from hell!

For our country, for our people, I am willing to become a demon!

I don't regret entering China in this life, and I will plant flowers in the next life!