PS It was too late for the power outage last night.,I slept in the early hours of the morning.,It's only now that I've finished writing.,Sorry, brothers.。

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The flag is raised, usually in the morning, facing the rising sun.

As the flag was raised, it seemed that some kind of hope was also rising......

But the first flag-raising of the detachment took place at noon.

On the one hand, because the time for the burial of the martyrs is tomorrow, the time is urgent, and on the other hand, because the base area is vast and sparsely populated, and most of the time the big guys are busy working in the fields at home, only at noon, those villagers who are working in the mines, copper smelters and coke factories will come to the detachment for dinner, and at this time there are many talents in the detachment.

The villagers who came to the detachment today are several times more than usual in the detachment.

After deciding on the idea of the burial of the martyrs, at the first time when the clothing factory rushed to make the team flag, Zhang Ran had already asked Lu Yan and Wang Changtian to pass through the militia, and the backbone members such as the village party secretaries were spreading the news about the team flag.

After two days of fermentation, the news of the flag has spread all over the base area, and everyone knows that the detachment will carry out the first flag-raising at noon today, so many people have come.

The warriors marched out and stood in the square, and in front of them was the high flagpole.

"Comrades, folks!"

Zhang Ran stood on the high platform and said loudly: "It has been half a year since the establishment of our Jindong detachment, and in the past six months, it has been all of us who have united together to let the detachment gradually develop and grow from its establishment to the beginning of its development - today, we have the flag belonging to our Jindong detachment!" ”

Several fighters opened the bright team flags and showed them to the villagers.

"Do you know why our flag is red?"

Zhang Ran pointed to the team flag and said affectionately: "Everyone should know that the detachment went to Yangquan this time to fight against the Japanese invaders and protect our compatriots, there are twenty-three heroic soldiers who sacrificed their precious lives, and there are many soldiers who were wounded and bloodied, and in the future, there will be many people in our detachment who will sacrifice and bleed......"

There was a muffled cry from the crowd.

You don't have to think about it to know that it should be the families of the martyrs of Ma Jintianlan who are crying.

"The reason why this flag is red is because it is dyed red with the blood of the martyrs!"

Zhang Ran shouted: "You should all know, Comrade Ma Jintian was still saying before he died that he had no regrets about sacrificing to fight devils, and the rest of the martyrs, when they rushed to the enemy in the rain of bullets on the battlefield, they must have known that they might shed blood and sacrifice, but they were still fearless and moved forward generously - do you know why?" ”

"Because they know that our base needs them to protect, that the villagers living on this land need them to protect, that our country wants to rebuild its glory, and that all the fathers and villagers in the country want to have a good life, there will definitely be people who shed blood and sacrifices!"

"They use their blood and lives to guard this land and this country, as long as they can make their fathers and villagers live a good life, they have no regrets!"

"These five-pointed stars, the big ones, represent the land that gave birth to us and raised us, and the small ones represent our Jindong Detachment, our Eighth Route Army, and all the fathers and villagers in our base area!"

"We are firmly united, we jointly guard our base, our homeland!"

"As long as the little devils dare to come, we will work together and fight them to the end, just like Ma Jintian and other martyrs, use our blood and lives to defend our homeland, use our blood to dye this banner red, and use our sacrifices in exchange for a happy life for our children and grandchildren......"

"Would you like to?"

"We do!"

"We are willing to exchange our sacrifice for the happiness of future generations, and we will never bow to the little devils and any enemies!"

Everyone was yelling.

Those soldiers, all the fathers and villagers who were present, everyone roared hoarsely, and the blood all over their bodies seemed to be burning wildly at this moment!

"Playing music!"

"Raising the Flag ......"

The low beat of the drum was beating, and the flag was slowly raised.

Zhang Ran, together with all the soldiers of the detachment, stood straight in an instant and saluted the slowly rising team flag!

All the villagers couldn't help but stand up straight at this moment and salute the raised team flag.

Hundreds, thousands, hundreds of straight backbones stood up under the sky, like a steel spear with a handle, as if it was about to poke out countless holes in the sky!

The flag-raising ceremony was extremely successful.

Throughout the day, almost everyone was talking about the flag-raising ceremony, and when they thought of the flag slowly rising, they could feel the blood boiling involuntarily, bringing everyone's hearts closer, and bringing the individuals together tightly, you have me, I have you, and they can no longer be separated.

Zhang Ran was extremely satisfied with this situation.

Let the flag fly high in the hearts of everyone in the base area, and let it become a symbol of self-reliance, hard struggle, indomitability, and never bowing to any enemy in the base area, and his goal has been achieved.

But in terms of details, Zhang Ran obviously has too many dissatisfactions.

For example, the accompaniment of the flag-raising invited a wedding band, and in order to express the solemn atmosphere, the suona and cymbals were abandoned, but just the drums were monotonous.

And there is not a single catchy team song.

Of course, Zhang Ran doesn't care too much about these flaws, and he can't care about them - he can't find a professional band to come over and play music for the detachment, and he can't find it.

With this flag-raising ceremony as a foreshadowing, the flag-raising ceremony in the early morning of the next day was even more grand, and more people came.

Not only did the villagers come here, but even the landlords such as Ma Chengbang also came.

Because today, it is the day when the martyrs are buried in the martyrs' cemetery and buried in the ground.

Zhang Ran read the names of Ma Jintian and other martyrs one by one, and then said loudly: "Comrades, you can go with peace of mind, I Zhang Ran assures you that I will take our Jindong detachment, as well as the fathers and villagers in the base area, to follow your footsteps, continue to advance, no matter bloodshed, no matter sacrifice, we can't stop our footsteps, until we completely defeat Little Japan, until the day when the revolution succeeds, until the day when all of us in China live a happy life......

"Shoot!"

As soon as Zhang Ran's words fell, Kang Ting began to yell!

Fifty trained fighters fired their guns in unison towards the sky!

"Flag the team!"

Zhang Ran roared.

The soldiers unfurled brightly colored flags and covered the coffins of the martyrs, and then buried them, and the dogs waited for the children to come and put wreaths on the coffins.

At this point, the burial ceremony of the martyrs was announced.

During the whole ceremony, except for the cries of the martyrs' families, no one made the slightest noise.

Grief but not sorrow, there is an emotion transmitted in the ceremony, and the eyes of the warriors, as well as the common people, shine with some kind of light, let them realize that death is not so terrible, let them know that if they can die in this way, then everything is worth it!

"Good go, heroes!"

It wasn't until the first handful of soil was sprinkled on the coffin that countless villagers began to cry out and say their final goodbyes to the martyrs.

Although the use of the team flag and the funeral ceremony for the martyrs perfectly achieved all the effects that Zhang Ran wanted, Zhang Ran's mood still seemed a little low.

Because he knows too well that death is death, and no amount of honor can make it up.

"This team of flags, this ceremony to bid farewell to the martyrs, is very beautiful and decent!"

Deng Fang came to Zhang Ran, who was listless and sick, and said: "To be honest, to be honest, if I die, I can have such a beautiful funeral, and there are so many fathers and villagers to bid me farewell, I will wake up with a smile in my dreams, and I will be happy to ......die a few more times."

"Really?"

Zhang Ran asked with a wry smile.

"Of course it's true!"

Deng Fangdao: "Don't think that you killed those martyrs, you fought the battlefield like them, you can come back alive just because you are lucky, but next time, maybe the martyrs are yourself - they just took the first step, what do you have to feel guilty about?" ”

"Thank you, Uncle Deng!"

Hearing this, Zhang Ran suddenly brightened!

"Don't get complacent just yet!"

Deng Fang looked at the large area of crops and rice fields that were about to be harvested and said: "You have indeed done a lot for the base area, but this is far from enough, you need to do more to be worthy of the blood and life of those martyrs!" ”

"I will!"

Zhang Ran shook his fist fiercely, because the depression of someone's sacrifice was swept away, and he was full of pride again.

"That's right!"

Seeing Zhang Ran's appearance, Deng Fang also laughed and said: "Although I will never marry my daughter to someone like you, but to help you build the detachment better, my surname Deng will do his best to fight for this old life......"

Zhang Ran said depressedly: "Uncle Deng, I don't like to hear this-not to mention whether it is possible between me and your daughter, I want to ask, why is a hero like me who has the world in his heart not worthy of your daughter?" ”

"Everyone wants to be a hero, but don't forget, most heroes don't end well......," Deng Fangdao said.

“……”

Zhang Ran didn't know how to answer this sentence, and finally held back a sentence: "If no one comes forward to be a hero because it doesn't end well, then won't our country be over?" Somebody has to be the hero's ......."

"That's true!"

Deng Fang smiled: "So I like you kid very much, and you are willing to stand up in times of crisis and dare not do anything, but because of this, I don't want my daughter to marry someone like you - if you die, my daughter will not die of sadness?" ”

"Uncle Deng, I found that you are really a good father!"

Zhang Ran said speechlessly.

"Don't blame me, if you had a daughter, I'm sure you'd make the same decision as me!" Deng Fang patted Zhang Ran on the shoulder and laughed.