132 Brothers,!

"The regimental commander's casualties have been counted." Wei Changhe walked over with a piece of paper, "There are also congratulatory messages from the division headquarters and the Southwest Front Command." ”。 It's been a day since the war ended, and everyone is still busy. Rescue the wounded, clean up the battlefield, count the loot.

"Let's talk about it, forget it, let's talk about it later." Liu Wen suddenly changed his words. "Communicator."

"Here!"

"Inform all commanders and fighters, including medical personnel, to hold a meeting in the open space in front of them, give them half an hour, and those who can move will pass."

"Yes!"

"Hey, wait. Order the cooking class to prepare the drinks, the more the better. ”

"Yes!"

Half an hour is neither fast nor fast, nor slow is slow. Everyone in the regiment who could move came. Those who are on crutches and hang their arms are light, and even more are carried by stretchers, and the stretchers are not enough to rely on people's backs. Those who can stand definitely don't sit, and those who can't stand have straightened their waists, and the wounded who really can't do these things also try to clean themselves up and look a little energetic.

Everyone consciously lined up. The seriously wounded were at the front, the lighter ones were able to sit in the middle, and the ones who could stand were at the back of the most stubborn ones, horizontally and vertically, in the queue to which they were most accustomed.

Liu Wen and Wei Changhe walked in front with heavy steps, looking at the soldiers below.

"Hello comrades, I'm Liu Wen, the head of the regiment."

"I'm political commissar Wei Changhe." The two of them saluted the commanders and fighters below.

"Salute!" Deng Changsong, the commander of the first company standing at the front, also shouted, and all the commanders and fighters also gave the two of them a salute in return. Those with sound limbs use their right hands, those with injured right hands use their left hands, and those without hands straighten their waists and look directly at Liu Wenwei Changhe.

Liu Wen's eyes slowly swept over every soldier's body, and he shouted, "Raise the military flag and sing the military song!" ”

"You don't see, the final army of the Han Dynasty, the weak crown is the captive, please Changying;

You don't see, Ban Dingyuan, the peerless light cavalry urges the battle clouds!

The boy should be in serious danger, how can he let the Confucian crown miss this life?

The situation is that the country is in danger, and the feather is constantly fighting!

Abandon my old pen, look at my wartime jin, call more than 100,000 comrades, sing war songs and join the army!

Qi joined the army, cleaned the dust, and swore to sweep away the Japanese slaves!

went to the battlefield with a smile, and the banner was displayed without light;

The air blows too white into the moon, and the long arrow is pulled to shoot the wolf.

The first merit of the national history is clearly marked, and China will be known as Changxiong from now on, and there is still a residual power to punish injustice, so that the world will be bathed in the Han style! ”

Everyone is singing this military song that I don't know how many ancestors have sung by the heroes and martyrs of the road with their own voices, and telling them with their own bloody singing that we are following in the footsteps of our ancestors, telling us that we will never give in to this heaven and earth.

"Good! Good! Good! Liu Wen shouted three times of hello, and the soldiers also shouted three times.

"In every battle, whether it is victory or defeat, we are together, not to celebrate or review, we are to give our brothers a ride and drink!"

The comrades of the cooking class took out the wine and wine bowls that had been prepared long ago and distributed them to everyone. Those who can use their hands use their hands, and those who cannot use their hands put them in front of them.

"Read!" Liu Wen held the wine bowl and looked straight ahead.

"In this battle, our regiment participated in more than 680 people, more than 300 were lightly wounded, 130 were seriously wounded, a total of 102 people were killed in the battle, and more than half of the three and four companies were killed or wounded. Commemorative ——! Political Commissar Wei Changhe said loudly beside him.

"Kneeling ——!" Liu Wen was the first to kneel on the ground, "This first bowl of wine was given to our comrades-in-arms who had just left us, without their sacrifices, there would be no victory for us this time, and it would be impossible for so many of us to live." Let us always remember their names, and may their heroic spirits always bless our motherland and our military flag. Prostration——! Sincerely——! The wine in everyone's bowl was poured into the soil around them, and their expressions were solemn, especially the soldiers who couldn't move their hands pushed their bowls up with their heads, and no one cared if their faces were covered with dust. No one helped him at this time, because here is a ritual that belongs to each of them himself, a sacrosanct ritual!

"Serving ——!" The soldiers of the cooking squad poured wine on everyone again.

"The second bowl of wine salutes my brothers, it is you who let us survive each other again, it is you who let our military flag fly high, and it is you who defend the land under our feet from being lost. Without you, there would be no present of our group, and without you, there would be no me, Liu Wen, who is kneeling here like a dog, and it is impossible to have a comfortable life of drinking foreign wine and soaking foreign girls in distant cities. I, Liu Wen, thank you, thank you, thank you, my brothers. Liu Wen knelt there and kowtowed to all the commanders and fighters, "Kowtow——! Dry ——! ”

"Dry ——!"

"The third bowl of wine, toast ourselves. Thankfully, we survived the enemy's bullets once again, and we lived up to our uniforms. Our mission is still there, our responsibility is still there, even if we have the last one left, we must ensure that our brothers and sisters are not violated, and that our land is not trampled by the enemy's iron horsemen. Use my blood to build my Great Wall, use my life to expel the Tartars! ”

"Expelling the Tartars! Expel the Tartars! Expulsion of the Tartars——! ”

"Prostrate——! Dry ——! ”

"Dry ——!"

Three rings, three bowls of spirits, what you want in your life! At this moment, no one hesitated, whether they could drink it or not, they all tilted their necks and poured this bowl of spicy wine into their stomachs. For myself, for my comrades-in-arms, and even more for the motherland.

Maybe in the next moment, someone next to me died on the battlefield, or maybe this person is himself, don't care about the people sitting in the bright house in the future, drinking tea, eating the food they dream of eating, and living their lives leisurely, will they remember what such a group of people have done before, the most important thing is that they are still alive now, and this is enough.

PS：

1. The military song mentioned in the article is the military song of the new first army of the National Revolutionary Army, I think it is very good to copy a paragraph, interested friends can search on the Internet, it is very well written, now few people can write such an imposing military song, and the military song of the Sichuan Army is also very good!

2. This paragraph was conceived by me for a whole day, and I don't know how to describe it. A group of soldiers who don't know if they will survive tomorrow at all, what kind of words should be used to describe them. There is also such a group of people in real life, who have lost their limbs, relatives, and even lives, but what about us, what are we facing them, is it indifference, spurning, disdain, they have nothing else to ask for, they just hope that the country, the people who are living a good life now can recognize them, and that's enough!

3. The above is just a personal complaint, I hope you don't sit in the right seat, thank you!