0251 Malipo Martyrs Cemetery

Spring City Guest House.

"Grandpa, you've been tossing for a day today, stay here first, have a good rest, let's go to the scene tomorrow."

Zhou Tian looked at Wang Liang, who was slightly tired, and couldn't say how distressed he was, he was busy for a week, soaked in the icy sea water in the morning, and then took a plane for three and a half hours in a row, and then took a car from the airport in the suburbs to the guest house.

Even young people can't withstand this kind of intensity.

After seeing the video of Wang Liang going to the sea to save people, Zhou Tian sweated.

After 'fighting' together, Zhou Tian has long regarded Wang Liang as his relative, that kind of worry, that kind of anxiety, is not something that ordinary people can experience.

"Got a rental car?" Wang Liang asked.

"Yes." Fat Zhou nodded.

"Let's go, go to Wenshan Prefecture."

So close to his brothers, how could Wang Liang be able to sleep?

How is it possible to rest?

Zhou Tian saw Sun Weimin winking at him, and swallowed back the words that just came to his mouth, and hurriedly helped with the luggage.

Wenshan Prefecture, full name Wenshan Zhuang and Miao Autonomous Prefecture.

It is an ethnic autonomous prefecture under the jurisdiction of Yun Province, located in the southeastern part of Yunnan Province on the southwestern border of China, bordering Vietnam to the south.

I was speechless all the way, and it was already dark when I arrived at the boundary of Wenshan Prefecture.

Zhou Tiangang wanted to ask for instructions, but Wang Liang, who had not spoken for a long time, reported his destination: "The northern suburbs of Malipo County." ”

When he heard Ma Lipo, Sun Weimin seemed to have been struck by lightning, and he couldn't help but tremble.

Malipo, the northern suburbs, four kilometers, the Malipo Martyrs Cemetery is located there.

Construction began in 1979, lasted nine years, and was not completely completed until 1988, covering an area of more than 50 acres, backed by green mountains and facing green water.

The Malipo Martyrs Cemetery is buried with 937 martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the country during the 10-year Sino-Vietnamese War.

Among them were 97 martyrs who died in a self-defense counterattack in February 1979.

In May 1981, 131 martyrs who died in Kuolin Mountain were recovered.

In April 1984, 632 martyrs died in the recovery of Laoshan and Dongshan of the Bali River.

There were also 77 martyrs who died on other battlefields.

When he heard the familiar three words, how could Sun Weimin's heart not be turbulent.

Back then, there were forty-two brothers buried there in his company alone, and they were going to meet again, old fellows.

Are you alright?

"Okay." Zhou Tian, who also served as a soldier, naturally understood what Wang Liang meant, and raised the speed of the car to the fastest.

The mountains and rivers are good, but the gray-white cemetery is so shocking.

The director of the Martyrs' Cemetery Management Office was very reasonable, and after explaining his identity and intentions, he opened the door for Wang Liang and his party.

The car slowly drove into the Malipo Martyrs Cemetery, and Zhou Tian did not dare to drive too fast, let alone honk the horn, for fear of disturbing the sleeping martyrs.

In the dark night, through the car window, Wang Liang looked out.

Here is a White Tower Mountain, a majestic and mighty mountain, which is daunting.

After getting out of the car, Wang Liang paced slowly.

Come here once a year, and for 30 years since the day it was built, Wang Liang has never been absent.

Even with your eyes closed, you can tell what's where.

The mausoleum is made up of a group of young people with an average age of less than twenty years old, who should have lived, lived well, and lived with life and vitality

"You liars, deceiving the party and the army, are unforgivable."

"Obviously sixteen years old, not enough age to join the army, I have to be a soldier, I have to say that I am eighteen."

"Liar! Swindler! ”

Wang Liang muttered as he walked, he was angry.

In those days, it was common to conceal one's age in order to be a soldier, and they all reported their age by themselves, and there was no Internet, simple household registration, and the armed forces department could not verify it at all.

How could Wang Liang not know that many of them who kept saying that they were eighteen or twenty years old were only sixteen years old.

For what?

To be a soldier is to fight.

It is said that those young people joined the army because they did not have enough food at home and all of them farted, and at that time, the war on the border was already burning.

Soldiers, both recruits and veterans, are pulled to the front.

The wounded soldiers pulled down from the front line are not unseen, they are not missing an arm or a leg, and they have no face to withdraw at all.

Is it worth dying for a bite to eat?

Wang Liang said about them, and tears had already fallen.

Tombstones stand in a neat line around the mountain, as if to be reviewed.

In the middle of the tombstone, it is a monument to the people's heroes, with huge marble stone walls on both sides, which are engraved with dense words, the names of the martyrs, and the great achievements of the martyrs.

"In the self-defense and counterattack operations against Vietnam in the Lao Son, Dong Shan of the Bali River, and Ku Lam Mountain, all the commanders and fighters and militia of the participating units resolutely carried out the operational orders of the Central Military Commission, carried forward the 'five revolutionary spirits' advocated by the ********, worked closely together, were resourceful and flexible, fought bravely one after the other, severely punished the Vietnamese aggressors, and won glory for the country, the people, and the army."

Wang Liang is carrying out their own rituals, and these words, when said to people living in the 21st century, must be met with disdain, and Wang Liang will not say them.

But Wang Liang knew that they were willing to listen to these words lying here, and these words could at least make them feel gratified.

Because their memory is stuck in that time, and that's what the ideological and social context looks like then

"In battle, the martyrs who died honorably turned their love for the people and the country into spiritual strength to fight the enemy in battle. When the motherland and the people were in need, they threw away everything from their families and individuals, stood up, and without hesitation, selflessly dedicated their young lives to the motherland and the people, and sprinkled their blood on the land on the border of the motherland. ”

"Your brilliant achievements will forever be recorded in the glorious annals of history, and your heroic name will shine with the sun, coexist with the rivers, and will be remembered for centuries and for eternity!"

The stone tablet in front of each tomb is inlaid with a red five-star, which is blown by the wind and sun, faded, and is not afraid, every year someone will paint her as bright red as blood.

Next to the stele is planted the old mountain orchid, what the blooming old mountain orchid symbolizes, it is self-evident.

The tenacious life was devastated, the dark green leaves were full of smoke, and the fragrant flowers bloomed more vividly.

Lao Shanlan, rooted in the old mountain, love the old Shanlan, love you like jade, like steel like a sword, willing to accompany you to take root in the old mountain.

The refreshing aroma came to his nose, and Wang Liang felt it with his eyes closed.

He has never had the luxury of being full of life, only loves his homeland, and decorates the border with selflessness and fearlessness.