The next morning, the sun shined through the crystal dew on the blades of grass, refracting a little bit of color, the birds stretched their waists, just opened their singing voice, Wan Likai woke up, he subconsciously reached out to cover the sun that shone directly on his face. Wan Likai looked around, and he was surprised to find that Zhan Xia Ge didn't know how long he had been up, he had borrowed a kettle and a brush from the nearby small mountain village called "Wang's Nest", and was carefully cleaning the tombstones of the sixteen martyrs.

Warrior Song obviously did more than one similar work, he used a sprayed tin kettle, first drenched the entire tombstone, then used a brush to brush off the moss and dirt on it, then picked up the tin kettle to rinse the tombstone again, and finally he had to use a cleanly washed cotton cloth to carefully wipe the tombstone.

Wan Likai walked to the side of Zhan Xia Ge, he looked at the tombstone that had been cleaned by Zhan Xia Ge, which had shown a pale cyan luster, he also grabbed a rag, learned the appearance of Zhan Xia Ge, and began to scrub a stone tablet in front of him vigorously.

Vigorously wiped off the dust on the stele that had been accumulated for I don't know how long, and without extra brushes, Wan Likai used his fingernails to gently scrape off the marks left by the bird when he took a nap on it. When the rag in Wan Likai's hand swept over the cornerstone under the tombstone again, a line may have been drawn with a bayonet, and the crooked words were swept away with the dust, exposed to Wan Likai's eyes.

The person who left this passage may be the comrade-in-arms and brother of the owner of this tombstone, his words are engraved crookedly, but every stroke is deeply engraved into this hard stone. Wan Likai struggled to recognize, and he slowly read in his mouth: "Brother...... I'm sorry, I、We'll definitely come back and take you...... Go home! ”

Take you home!

Seeing these four words, a sour and sad feeling suddenly churned in Wan Likai's chest, who was only twenty years old and had not really tasted the various states of life at all.

The soldier who left this text also carved a string of numbers that bear witness to history...... 1968.10！

As for whether he came back again, Wan Likai didn't know, he only knew that in this land, in this Chinese martyrs' cemetery, there was still a soldier, or many Chinese soldiers, who had not yet fulfilled the oath left by their brothers.

October 1968 was the time when the No. 10 Highway was officially opened to traffic, and it was also the time when the Chinese Logistics Department decided to evacuate. Wan Likai doesn't know what day these [***] people withdrew, they used their unapologetic youth and blood, and used the most primitive and simple tools to dig out a major artery of life in the mountains and primeval forests! But these sixteen tombstones have witnessed that day, that era, and that group of soldiers! They recorded the tears that belonged to the hot-blooded men who had to evacuate this land in the face of the tombstones of sixteen comrades-in-arms on that day!

Maybe they wept bitterly; Perhaps they lined up silently, saluting and saying goodbye to their once closest comrades-in-arms and brothers, and letting their tears of grief and pride flow silently from their eyes. They all understand that they are leaving, and they all understand that as a soldier, they are a screw, and maybe they will never come back in this life!

Under each tombstone, there is a Chinese [***] person sleeping, each of whom has a name of his own and a story to sing and cry about. Some of them died in construction accidents, some died of disease, and some died in the bombing of the U.S. Air Force...... Now they just lie here quietly, using their tombstones, silently telling everyone about their past.

Proud pride, unapologetic dedication, fiery youth, iron and blood blended military soul, tears of sorrow...... It was only at this time that Wan Likai really understood what it means to be a soldier in front of these sixteen tombstones!

I don't know when, Zhan Xia Ge stood behind Wan Likai, and he silently handed a clean handkerchief to Wan Likai, who was already in tears. Looking at this line left on the base of the stele, Zhan Xia Ge let out a light sigh, "On the day of the handover of Highway No. 10, the Vietnamese political axe also took over the martyr's cemetery of the Chinese [***] people at the same time, and their person in charge said to the Chinese [***] people that they will always guard this martyr's cemetery, as if protecting their own martyrs and protecting their own homes, to protect these heroes, and finally this work fell on the villagers of Wangwo." And they really did! ”

"But......" Wan Likai raised his teary-eyed face, he gasped, pointed to the passage carved with a bayonet on the cornerstone of the tombstone, and said: "The fallen leaves still have to return to their roots, this is not their home!" ”

"How can things be as good as they should be," Zhan Xia Ge raised his head, he looked at the tall monument to heroes, what Wan Likai said, how could it not be the voice he once had in his heart? Zhan Xia Ge was silent for a long time before he said softly: "As long as we can live an upright life and live a life without regrets, even if we are buried in the battlefield and buried in a foreign land, what does it matter?!" ”

Wan Likai shook his head vigorously, he couldn't figure it out, he really couldn't figure it out! Soldiers should do their duty for the country and be loyal to the people, but when they completely dedicate their lives to it, why do even their bodies lie alone in this foreign land? Could it be that even if they die, they will continue their never-ending obligations and responsibilities with the slogan "If you die for the interests of the people, you will be heavier than Mount Tai"?

What kind of injustice is this for these soldiers and martyrs?

How unfair is it for the relatives of these heroes? Do they have to dedicate themselves together because their relatives are soldiers, and they must accept the reality that they are separated from their children and brothers after receiving a notice of sacrifice?

Let's ask, how many of these people living in an ordinary environment can successfully go through a series of procedures and spend a lot of time and effort in order to finally stand in this strange land in order to sweep the tomb once? For ordinary people, it takes too much courage and perseverance to do this.

"Master, I really don't understand, maybe it's because I'm too young, too young to really understand that era, and I can't understand the meaning and reason for leaving these martyrs here."

Wan Likai wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, and he said in a low voice: "But I know that whether it is these sixteen martyrs who have been lying here for nearly forty years, or their comrades-in-arms, brothers and relatives who are still alive in the world, I hope that they can go home as soon as possible!" In my heart, soldiers can sacrifice their lives for the country and the people, but they are human beings, they have feelings and dignity, and they have their own hopes and wills. ”

The Song of Warriors fell silent.

When the warrior song cleaned all the tombstones, Wan Likai was still squatting in front of the tombstone stupidly, he was still pondering.

On the second day, Wan Likai was still sitting in front of the tombstone in a daze, Zhan Xia Ge knew that Wan Likai had not passed his own level, and Zhan Xia Ge knew that if Wan Likai couldn't find enough reasons, maybe he would be insulated from the profession of a soldier in his life.

Gently put the identity certificate and a stack of banknotes into Wan Likai's hand, and Zhan Xia Ge said in a low voice: "You can calm down and think about it by yourself, if you figure it out, get in touch with me within three days, and rush back to the Fifth Special Force Elite Training School as soon as possible to report to me." If you can't figure it out, you can just go home! ”

Gently patting the big boy in front of him, who had his own thoughts and principles that were too readable, and was falling into a state of war between heaven and man, Zhan Xia Ge left alone. He walked very reassuringly, a big boy who had been maneuvering in the mountains for half a month with Yajieer and the Fox mercenary group, and in the dagger fight, he was able to kill such a senior mercenary as Whirlwind, and he already had enough survivability in any corner of the world.

Four days later......

It's now the fourth day, and Wan Likai still hasn't returned to the Fifth Special Forces Elite Training School, and he hasn't sent any news back. Zhan Xia Ge sighed softly and put the training plan he had set for Wan Likai into the drawer at the bottom of his desk. Maybe Wan Likai won't need this kind of thing in his life.

"Wan Likai," Zhan Xia Ge browsed Wan Likai's information from the database, he looked at Wan Likai's photo, and whispered in his heart: "Did you finally choose to leave the army, return to your own home, and live your original unfettered life again?" If this is the result of your careful consideration, I approve of your decision, and from this time on, you are no longer a serviceman of the 5th Special Unit. ”

Zhan Xia Ge's fingers lightly tapped on the enter key of the keyboard, and Wan Likai added an eliminated symbol to the information of the fifth special unit. From this time on, Wan Likai was officially eliminated by the Fifth Special Force Elite Training School. Because he joined the school for too short a time, he even left his contact information in the "red signal" mailbox of the Fifth Special Unit, and once China faced a full-scale war and a strong enemy invaded, he would unconditionally return to the army and have no chance to go to the battlefield.

Zhan Xia Ge really didn't know that Wan Likai did not return to his home, and until this time, he still stayed in Vietnam!

When Wan Likai returned to the graveyard of the [***] man again, there was an extra trolley behind him, and the trolley was full of various tools. Wan Likai pulled the trolley and walked to the sixteen tombstones that were closely arranged together, he bent down and gently stroked the tombstones that left the regrets and sorrows of the [***] people in the generation, and finally Wan Likai stood on the pedestal with a paragraph engraved on the tombstone, leaving a string of Arabic numerals, Wan Likai said in a low voice: "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting." Although it is more than 30 years late, the commitment of the Chinese people to their brothers will never change! ”

"Bang!"

The dull voice suddenly sounded in this lonely and lonely martyr's cemetery, Wan Likai picked up the heavy hammer in his hand, aimed at the grave bag made of cement in front of him, and smashed it down again, the grave bag more than 30 years ago has appeared under the continuous smashing of the heavy hammer in Wan Likai's hand, and a crack has appeared.

Fortunately, Zhan Xia Ge has kicked Wan Likai out of the Fifth Special Unit and returned Wan Likai to a civilian status, otherwise, just Wan Likai's current behavior would be enough for him to be sent to a military court and shot twenty times!

"Bang! Bang!! Bang!!! ……”

The hammer and the concrete grave clashed together, and in the spark splash, the loud sound shattered the silence of the field. There was a scream in the distance, followed by a sound similar to that of a gong, and you don't need to look at Wan Likai to know that his actions have alarmed the residents of the nearby "Wangwo" village, who is responsible for cleaning the martyrs' cemetery every year.

Wan Likai was not moved at all, he just raised the heavy hammer in his hand and smashed it down at the grave bag in front of him. Suddenly, there was the sound of blunt instruments breaking the wind overhead, and in the crisp sound of a wooden stick breaking, countless points of Venus and a warm liquid rose from Wan Likai's head at the same time.

It hurts, it fucking hurts!

Wan Likai covered his head and turned his head, and it was only at this time that he didn't know that his head had just been hit hard with a wooden stick. The other party was just a middle-aged aunt in her forties, who looked dry and thin, but she hit the stick so hard that even the wooden stick thick with an egg was broken into two, and blood kept flowing down from the position where Wan Likai was hit by the wooden stick.

Although he has practiced taekwondo for several years, his body's ability to resist blows far exceeds that of ordinary people, but Wan Likai is still grinning in pain, his face is now covered with blood, and the muscles of his face are constantly shaking like cramps, coupled with the heavy hammer in his hand that is stained with stone chips, but it increases the sense of oppression, how terrifying and terrifying it looks like.

The middle-aged Vietnamese woman faced Wan Likai, who was holding a terrible weapon like a heavy hammer, and the expression on her face was even more "hideous", and then looked at the wooden stick in her hand that had been broken in half and no longer had much attack power at all, and the instinct of the creature in the face of danger made her involuntarily take a step back.

But the middle-aged woman did not turn around and run away, although her face was full of fear, she still stared at Wan Likai, staring at the heavy hammer in his hand that could be smashed at her at any time.

In the eyes of this middle-aged woman, Wan Likai saw a strong protection**, and turned his head slightly along her gaze, Wan Likai looked behind him, and he had smashed the cement grave bag with cracks everywhere, Wan Likai suddenly smiled. His smile was so ugly and ugly that the middle-aged woman couldn't help but take a step back.

"They will always protect this martyr's cemetery, just like protecting their own martyrs and protecting their homeland, to protect these heroes!"

The words that the warrior song said that night still echoed in Wan Likai's ears.

From the outbreak of war between China and Vietnam in 1979 to the resumption of diplomatic relations between the two countries in 1991, in the past 12 years, the Vietnamese political axe has forgotten what he once said, but these simple villagers have not forgotten! They consciously protect the mausoleums of these [***] people, and their own little school is in tatters, and there is no money to repair it. But they were able to scrape together a little money from their own hands every year to renovate the mausoleum.

These simple Vietnamese villagers will not forget that it is because of the Chinese [***] people that the villagers of "Wangwo" village have the road, and their lives finally have close contact with the outside world! These simple Vietnamese villagers will never forget the big boys who have to fight the mountains with the most rudimentary tools every day, but will take the initiative to find time to help them do all kinds of work!

Looking back at this middle-aged woman who trembled slightly with fright, but still bravely stepped forward and confronted him, Wan Likai has always had revenge and revenge in his life, but at this time, he bent down on the Vietnamese woman who was still holding half of the wooden stick tightly in his hand, and said sincerely: "Thank you!" ”

The Vietnamese woman looked surprised and puzzled, she couldn't understand what Wan Likai said, but she could feel Wan Likai's sincerity.

Wan Likai stared at the woman in front of him whose eyes were full of inexplicability and seemed to have an understanding, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you for not abandoning these Chinese heroes, thank you for giving them enough respect, and thank you for verifying what you have said with your own actions!" ”

"Thank you for giving these martyrs a comfort that can be laughed at Jiuquan! Thank you for not letting our heroes shed blood and then tears! ”

"Thank you for making me suddenly full of good feelings for the country of Vietnam!"

"Are you Chinese?"

This sentence is actually in very stiff Chinese that Wan Likai can understand. But it was not the woman in her forties in front of Wan Likai who asked this question. With the support of two young people, an old woman with gray hair who was already old and long-haired, separated from the crowd of onlookers, and walked in front of Wan Likai.

Wan Likai responded: "Yes! ”

The old woman pointed to the grave bag that Wan Likai had smashed hard and asked, "Your relatives?" ”

"Yes!" Wan Likai looked back at the row of tombstones in front of him, he raised his head, and replied in a tone that was almost proud: "He is my elder, but at the same time, he is my brother!" ”

The old woman listened to Wan Likai's absurd declaration, but her face showed a solemn look, she carefully observed Wan Likai, watching Wan Likai's every move.

Now Wan Likai is tightly surrounded by dozens of villagers armed with sticks and shovels, as long as someone is slightly instigated, Wan Likai, the guy who destroyed the martyr's mausoleum, will be slapped into a meat pie by wooden sticks, shovels and other weapons in an instant.

To tell the truth, Wan Likai is really afraid, in this world, unless he has been hit by the most cruel blow, has completely collapsed his will, and feels that he has nothing to love in this life, otherwise, who can not be afraid of death like a terrorist?

But behind Wan Likai, there are sixteen martyrs who have been buried here for more than 30 years!

"They're looking at me!"

Thinking of this, although Wan Likai was under siege, he really could be called a hundred times more courageous! The old woman repeatedly surveyed Wan Likai's face, but there was not the slightest fear at all. In Wan Likai's standing body, in his eyes that almost began to burn, the old woman vaguely seemed to have returned to more than 30 years ago, as if she saw a large group of big boys wearing Vietnamese military uniforms, but they all knew that they were Chinese [***] people, came to their small mountain village, and cut down timber and erected rows of wooden houses.

is such a group of Chinese [***] people who still look very young, in three or four years, with their fiery youth and unapologetic loyalty, with his continuous bloodshed and sacrifice, finally dug Highway 10 in Vietnam!

The old woman cautiously asked, "Are you Chinese...... Soldier? ”

Wan Likai wanted to nod vigorously, he had never been so proud of himself as a Chinese [***] person like he was now. But in the face of the old woman's eager eyes, Wan Likai couldn't help but hesitate, he had already passed the time to report to the war hero song, and he was afraid that he would be officially removed from the fifth special force now, and he would no longer be a [***] person.

Wan Likai finally nodded at first, and then shook his head again.

God knows if the old woman understood Wan Likai's body language, she looked at the grave behind Wan Likai, which had been smashed into more than a dozen cracks, and was silent for a long time, but still asked cautiously: "Do you really know what you are doing?" You are destroying the mausoleums of your own national heroes, and at the same time, you are destroying the mausoleums of our Vietnamese heroes! ”

"Of course I know what I'm doing!" Wan Likai said in a low voice: "I am fulfilling a promise that someone should have done more than thirty years ago, but has been delayed until now. I'm going to take them with me...... Go home! ”

The old woman's eyes were filled with surprise, and in an instant they turned into heartfelt appreciation.

"You are the first Chinese to come here and visit your relatives in nearly forty years. Although it is our responsibility to protect these mausoleums, I think he would like to return to his home with you. ”

The old woman let out a sigh and said, "I hope that when you return to China, if you can meet other people's parents, please tell them and ask them to rest assured." We'll treat their children as well as they would on Route 10. I hope that the relatives of these children can also come to Vietnam and come to see them like you. All the villagers of Wangwo Village will use the most solemn etiquette to treat guests from afar. ”

"No, I don't think so!"

Wan Likai stretched out his hand and pointed to the dozen or so tombstones behind him, he waved hard, and seemed to take all the people who were lying here quietly into his arms, and he said in a deep voice: "Everyone here is my predecessor and my brother!" Please listen, whether you support it or oppose it, I just want to take all of them home together! ”

(To be continued)