This year, he is already over the age of 14, he joined the revolution at the age of 14, he fought in the south and the north and the east and the west for half his life, and after his retirement, in order to fulfill a promise of the year, he dragged his sick body, and completed the martyr's cemetery in front of him by himself.

"Back then, the conditions weren't so good, and we were all children." Sitting on the bamboo chair again, the old man held a cup of tea and reminisced about the past.

Although decades have passed, every qiē is vivid, and the comrades-in-arms of the year seem to be standing in front of him alive, whenever he thinks of these, the old man feels so kind.

In 1938, the Japanese army occupied Bengbu, which became the west gate of the anti-Japanese base in the Huaibei Suzhou-Anhui border area. He grew up on a battlefield full of artillery and witnessed the slaughter of his countrymen.

When he was 14 years old, in a dilapidated classroom in the school, he and 8 other classmates spontaneously set up a sharp knife class, vowing to resist the Japanese, with the determination to die, they made an appointment, injured, took care of each other, died, and the living collected the bodies.

Due to the Japanese devastation, most of the corpses on the battlefield were incomplete, and in order to be able to claim the bodies of his comrades, he and his comrades carved their names on their arms so that they could claim the bodies in the future. Eventually, this agreement was fulfilled by him, and his sole mission was to guard the grave for the rest of his life.

Listening to the old man describe the tragic battle of the year, sitting on the ground in the cloudy sky, but the circles of his eyes were red, a promise, so that Rong Ma half of his life gave up the joy of family after retirement, but also gave up the idle life, save money, put all the savings of his life on the construction of the cemetery.

The remains of 23 martyrs are placed in the anti-Japanese martyrs cemetery at the west gate of Huaibei. Each tombstone records the life and time of the martyr's death in detail.

Among them, the 12-meter stele corridor is engraved with the names of more than 2,400 martyrs, which cost millions of yuan, covering an area of 22 acres of cemetery, are the old people after decades of brick and tile, grass and wood shoulder hand-picked, the martyrs' inscriptions are also written and engraved by his own hands.

Since the death of his wife in 2008, the children have picked the lock of the old man's residence in the cemetery and moved his quilt and clothes back to the city, but the old man returned to the cemetery on the same day. He said he would not leave even if he died.

After that, the old man began to guard the cemetery alone, building command, watering trees and sweeping the floor, washing and cooking, and telling the martyrs to the visitors; In his spare time, he practiced calligraphy and compiled historical materials.

In the old man's living room, there are only a few simple and dilapidated pieces of furniture such as beds, wardrobes, sofas, etc., the TV is black and white, there are only a few raw eggs and a small bowl of scrambled eggs with green onions in the empty refrigerator and freezer, and a few pairs of shoes on the simple shoe rack are worn out and stained with mud.

For the current life, the old man didn't feel anything at all, but he felt that he owed more to his comrades-in-arms, not to mention eating eggs back then, it was difficult to even meet, and they were also in their best years, and they left the world.

"This is my promise to them, the living are responsible for collecting the corpses, and if I go down there to see them that day, I will scatter my ashes here, and I will never be separated!" The old man smiled, and the stele forest in front of him was like his comrades-in-arms, they had never been separated over the years.

"Wounded, take care of each other, dead, the living collect the bodies."

It is this promise that has made an old man persist for so many years, this is the comradeship in the war, as if he is growing old with his son, this sentence is a description of comradeship, and it has become a couple's exclusive use in modern prosperity.

But only those who have been on the battlefield will know how heavy the trust in the safety of their backs is completely pinned on their comrades.

Tears soaked Yuntian's face, looking at the inscriptions one by one, looking at the old man in front of him, Yuntian knew that this was his comrade-in-arms, this was the promise, the promise to defend with his life.

"Now you know what I'm bringing you for?" Tianlong looked at Yuntian, the teachings of respect are not as good as the body, the old man in front of him has already interpreted his loyalty and commitment to his comrades-in-arms, needless to say, it is already very clear in front of him.

"I see!" Yun Tian nodded, he understood why Tianlong brought him here, when he saw the older generation of warriors, what else did Yun Tian have to say.

"Okay, then I'll give you a gift today, which is also from your father." Tianlong's words made Yun Tian stunned, and he mentioned his father for the first time.

Under the scorching sun, Yun Tian once again stood in front of the martyr's monument, looking at the solemn inscription, Yun Tian's fists clenched.

Now that he has taken off his shirt, it is as if he is facing thousands of heroes and martyrs standing there, his eyes are red, waiting for his father's gift.

Tianlong walked over, the whip in his hand was extremely strong, looking at Yuntian standing there, from today on, he is really grown up, he can't give him too much protection for future dangers, but today, he wants to plant a seed for Yuntian, forever rooted in his heart.

"I want to remember today's oath, you made it in front of thousands of heroes, if you betray, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed."

Tianlong came to the front of Yuntian, looking at his son, his heart was so proud, maybe this was the most satisfying task in his life.

"Yes!" Yun Tian gritted his teeth, he understood the meaning of today for himself, and remembered his mission even more.

"Okay, then you can prepare!" Tianlong gritted his teeth, his mother-in-law tattooed, and today he wants eight whips to teach his son.

"Smack!" The leather whip hit Yun Tian's back, the hot pain, the whip sound was like an alarm bell ringing, and the pain was like a golden needle in the throat, always reminding Yun Tian to remember his oath today.

"Offend our country's prestige!" Tianlong hit his body and hurt in his heart, looking at the bloody whip print, he shouted loudly.

"Kill!" The pain made Yun Tian remember today's oath, he roared angrily, his fists clenched and his eyes were red, and he made his promise to the martyr's monument in front of him.

"Traitors to the enemy!" It was another whip, and Tianlong knew that today's meaning to Yuntian was so heavy.

"Kill!" The roar echoed in the martyr's cemetery, and the sound of Yuntian's almost roaring seemed to come from the bottom of his heart.

"Leakers and treacherous!"

"Kill!"

"Troublesome to the people!"

"Kill!"

"Traitors and Glory Seekers!"

"Kill!"

"Intended rebels!"

"Kill!"

"Cowardice!"

"Kill!"

"Disobedient to military orders!"

"Kill!"

The full eight lashes left eight blood marks on Yun Tian's back, the blood-soaked imprints, so that the oath accompanied by pain, flowed into his bones and blood, when Yun Tian raised his head again, he found that the martyr's monument seemed to have changed, and the seeds planted in his heart had also sprouted.

When Yun Tian put on his clothes again, he didn't leave immediately, because he wanted to do his part here.

He picked up the flat pole and walked out, although his back was burning with pain, but he didn't care, because his heart seemed to be lighter at the moment.

"Today you rest, and the matter of planting seedlings will be left to us." Tianlong also picked up the shovel and walked into the distance, and the two fathers and sons began to work together to plant the seedlings.

Two days later, watching the green seedlings begin to grow strongly, the mood of the two fathers and sons was even better, and now it was the day agreed with Ji Yong, so they said goodbye to the old man, and the two fathers and sons left the solemn martyr's cemetery again.

Looking back at the solemn cemetery, Yuntian's heart is not the same at this moment, the blood of the older generation of soldiers seems to be inherited in his heart, and the towering martyr's monument is even more pressing on his heart.

In the yellow land, many heroes, with one enemy and hundreds of people are not afraid.

People are not cowardly, Qiu Bixue, look at my Chinese man's blood.

The blood of a boy is self-heroic, and his pride runs through his chest and heart like iron.

Carrying a golden knife in his hand, wearing a white jade jue, he is hungry for a beautiful chieftain and thirsty for Rakshasa blood.

Children's love, and throw it away, Hanhai Zhi, only this decision.

The man travels thousands of miles with his sword, and he cuts Hu Qi all the way for thousands of miles.

The fallen leaves are Xiao Xiao, the blood of the strong man is hot, the cold wind is like a knife, and the sad song is cut.

The blood flowed thousands of miles, and the corpse pillowed Qianxun Mountain.

The strong man fought and slept with the corpse of the enemy.

You don't see,

The lion and tiger prey has gained prestige, but who has pity on the poor elk?

The world is already strong and weak, even if it is reasonable, it is in vain.

Men's affairs, the war captain kills, and he is as brave as a bear and as a wolf.

If you are born a man, you are a male, and you don't teach a man to wrap her body with a woman's heart.

Men never show mercy to themselves, and they laugh at their opponents.

There are 100 battlefields in the field of revenge, and there are weeds everywhere.

In this way, with a sense of grief and indignation, Yun Tian finally left here, but there was one more thing in his military soul, like steel and iron supporting his backbone, and the real maturity will also start from now on.

Sitting in the jeep, Yun Tian still felt some pain in his back, and looking at Tianlong on the side, Yun Tian wanted to ask him about his father, but Tianlong didn't speak, and he didn't know how to ask.

Silence may be the way of communication between the father and son, a look, a movement, you already understand what the other party wants to do, this tacit understanding is innate, but obviously, Yun Tian, who has not experienced it, will not think of it.

At high speed, the car finally returned to the prison again, this second level Yuntian was once again perfectly passed, and it has been more than two months since he came here for training, so he is looking forward to it now, looking forward to what will happen next, this third level prepared by Ji Yong will definitely surprise him even more.

However, Ji Yong, who came out, was frowning at this time, and his face was ugly, so he didn't talk to Yun Tian, just said hello, and pulled Tianlong aside.

"What's wrong?" Tianlong looked at Ji Yong suspiciously, he is a person who is moody, after all, after all the vicissitudes of life, as a gold medal agent, he can already do Mount Tai collapse without changing his face, otherwise I am afraid that he would have died I don't know how many times, what is it that can make him sad.

"Something's wrong!" Ji Yong lowered his voice and whispered a few words in Tianlong's ear, and when he heard the news, Tianlong was stunned for a moment.