On the dark blue sky, white and black clouds staggered, slowly moving across the horizon.

The sun sinks and falls, and the other half of the blood-red brings a vast twilight to the earth. The gentle sound of the waves of the Yellow Sea made a whimpering cry, and the weeping was so tragic and deep, and the murmur of hardship and joy gradually turned into a chorus, spreading to the vast west coast.

At the north gate of the camp of the 50th Army of the Northeast Army of the Kuomintang, the ancient city tower is bleak in the autumn breeze, and the crows return to their nests at dusk. Beside the battlements on the wall, several trumpeters were practicing their trumpets, and the long and desolate and low voice came far away, trembling and whirling in the sky above dusk.

Outside the gate, two soldiers wearing armbands of the 57th Army, thinly dressed and holding guns, stood guard at the entrance of the city gate.

A group of soldiers with depressed moods and heavy steps, carrying several corpses of soldiers with doors and bamboo beds, walked out of the city gate hole and walked towards the northern suburbs. A corpse with no stiff left leg, stretched out of the frame and constantly moving on its own, it seems that he has not yet lost his breath.

On the wasteland outside the north gate, there are many new graves, which is shocking. In front of the graves of different sizes, all kinds of wood are inserted, and the ranks and names of the deceased soldiers are written in various fonts......

On both sides of the gate, the soldiers standing guard saw the ranks of carrying the corpses, and let out a long breath: "Hey, have you remembered the count?" The two of us are standing on this shift, and we have already carried out thirty-three!

Xiao Wang, a soldier standing guard, said sadly: "Alas! Another row is gone, maybe one day, you and I will have to go to the north slope to queue! Tears flowed as he spoke.

Da Li, a soldier standing guard, sympathized with the same illness: "It seems that we will never be able to return to our hometown in the northeast in this life, and we will be a ghost in a foreign land on the border of Sulu."

"Mom, this one isn't dead yet, so it's going to be buried alive?!"

"What's all the fuss about? They've buried several of them, and I've seen more than three. ”

"This ......"

By the river, on the leather saddle of a red horse, sat Chang Enduo, the commander of the 111th Division of the 57th Army, with a self-effacing complexion, neat uniforms, and a lieutenant general's collar badge.

As early as more than three months ago, in May 1939, Chang Enduo had a secret meeting with Gao Keting, secretary of the special committee of southeastern Shandong, to discuss the exchange of information, mutual support, and joint resistance against Japan between the two sides.

This month, at the request of the party organizations of the 111th Division and the Ma Yaolun Battalion and Yang Huahun Battalion of the Xu Shusheng Security Brigade, the Special Committee of the Southeastern Shandong Special Committee decided that Li Aiwu and Li Zheng would take more than 28 people to the 111th Division, Qiao Zhi and seven or eight people would go to the Ma Yaolun Battalion, and another four or five people would go to the Yang Hua Soul Battalion to carry out work.

At this time, bathing in the sunset, walking slowly along the path by the river, a pair of wise eyes flashed with the light of worry and longing. Master Chang reined in the reins of his horse under a big tree and held up the distance on the other side of the Meijiang River; Looking. Over there, the sunset lit the sky was a fiery red. That is the anti-Japanese base area. He looked at it, and his melancholy eyes flashed with deep, deep longing.

Shaking off the reins, the horse was about to walk forward, when suddenly a shout came from behind him: "Brother Ndo! ”

Chang Ndolma turned his head and looked up. I saw a burly and majestic officer of the 57th Army, Wan Yi, wearing a major general's collar badge, leading a tall horse towards him. Master Chang rolled the saddle and dismounted, and walked to Wan Yi's side: "Brother Wan, aren't you busy just becoming a brigade commander?" Why did you come to the river? ”

Wan Yi raised his horsewhip and looked at a big tree on the side of the road as a whip: "Come out and walk the horse, scatter your heart, Brother Ndo, what about you?" ”

"Each other, each other!" Master Chang made a gesture. The two looked at each other and laughed loudly, each leading their horses and walking side by side. Chang Enduo smiled, "Brother Wan, what do you think of the current situation of our 57th Army?" ”

Wan Yi stopped abruptly and said worriedly: "Four words: embattled!" ”

Chang Enduo: "Is it that serious?" ”

Wan Yi smiled coldly and did not squeak.

Chang Enduo: "It's time for dinner, let's go down and have a look?" ”

"Okay, okay!" Both men mounted their horses at the same time and walked towards a company.

At this time, the officers and soldiers everywhere were having dinner, and the soldiers were scolding while eating, and they were served moldy dried sweet potatoes and stinky turnips, and swarms of flies and mosquitoes flew around them and screamed. A soldier who beat the boy lay on the ground crying, and a small soldier was feeding him with a head of moldy sweet potato and dried stinky radish. He swallowed hard, pushed away the rice bowl and shook his head.

A big soldier on the side angrily put his rice bowl on the ground and scolded: "Fuck, our Northeast 57th Route Army was transferred from the north to this northern Jiangsu and southern Lunan, and they ate moldy dried sweet potatoes and stinky radish heads, in this epidemic season of infectious diseases, I don't think I will be killed by the enemy, but I will die of disease and starvation......

A scar-eyed soldier: "Hey, I think you are saying this like asking the Eighth Route Army to give **!" ”

The big man yelled angrily, "**Your mother x? Report to Jiang Guangtou's ancestor! Let's see if I can reward you with two or two taels of dung to eat! ”

The soldiers burst out laughing.

"You ......" Scar's eyes were annoyed and angry, and he grabbed the big man's shirt, "You advertise **, go, find the brigade commander!" ”

"your mother, let's die!" The big soldier relied on his strength to throw the scar eye out of the way.

The soldiers applauded: "Good, good!" One more! ”

Scareye got up and pounced on him, and the two twisted together.

"Stop it for me, are you full of food? Get me up and give me ten laps to the playground each. Wan Yi said with a whip.

"Brigade commander, spare us, don't dare next time!" Scar-eyed knelt down and said goodbye.

Wan Yi said angrily: "No, whoever begs for mercy again will add ten more laps!" ”

Chang Enduo looked at the dried moldy sweet potatoes in the bowl, and pleaded with Wan Yi and said, "Let them run two laps!" ”

"Okay, for the sake of Master Chang, let's run two laps. The next time I fight, I'll run eighteen laps and make up for the eight laps I owe this time. ”

"Yes!" The two spoke in unison. After saying that, he ran out.

"Let's go back to the hospital."

"Okay."

Chang Enduo and Wan Yi came to the hospital, and what they saw was: the beds and the floor were crowded with patients, those with malaria were shivering, and those with dysentery couldn't straighten their waists. The ward is littered with quarantine warning signs. The dying patients kicked their legs on the bed and cried in a terrible way, and in front of the toilet door, several soldiers with dysentery were arguing and fighting with their trousers. Wan Yi walked to the side with tears in his eyes.

Chang Enduo blinked and cried: "Brother Wan, be strong!" So saying, he went out with him.

The two walked to the gate of the city as they spoke, only to see two native soldiers not far away, carrying a "corpse" to escort them out of the city. The head of the "corpse" on the door panel turned a little, and there was a slight cry.

Li Da, who was carrying the back, was taken aback and shouted: "Wang San, look, Xiao Zhang is still alive!" ”

The two of them put the door panel and looked at it carefully.

"What for, what for? How to put it down! A crooked-mouthed second lieutenant officer hurried forward and reprimanded, "Don't take it away yet!" Wang San stood upright: "Report, this kid is not dead, he is still angry......"

"Nonsense!" Crooked mouth and glared at him, "He's already written off on the roster!" Carry it away! ”

Soldier A stuck out his tongue at Xiao Wang: "My mother, I'm going to bury the living again......"

Chang Enduo and Wan Yi, who were not far away, followed curiously.

In the cemetery, after Li Da and Wang San put down the "corpse", they weakly dug a shallow soil pit with an iron shovel according to the order of the crooked mouth.

Crooked mouth impatiently urged: "Quick, dig for Lao Tzu!"

Li Da dug and dug, suddenly threw down the shovel, stepped out of the shallow pit, hugged his head, squatted on the ground and cried loudly: "Sir, we can't do this hurtful thing!" ”

The crooked mouth rushed over angrily and kicked Li Da fiercely: "Mom x, what is it called hurting heaven and reason!" He can't survive anyway, wouldn't it be nice to give him a 'euthanasia'? ”

Wang San also stepped out of the pit, knelt down and said: "Sir, be kind, maybe he can still live......"

"Yes!" Li Da wiped away his tears, "Sir: You are so relieved!" ”

Crooked mouth impatiently: "Fart!" You are not afraid of the company commander's belt! Fast! Dry quickly! After saying that, he kicked the sick Xiao Zhang into the dirt pit.

Xiao Zhang rolled into the pit, struggling weakly and crying weakly......

Li Da threw himself into the pit and cried loudly: "Little Zhangzi, little Zhangzi......

Crooked mouth, grabbed the shovel and handed it to Wang San: "Leave him alone, bury it together, Li Da's share of military salary will give you one-third!" ”

"Sir, sir!" Wang San refused to take the shovel, stomped his feet and shouted, "You can't do this!" I don't want to kill for money, I don't want military pay! ”

The crooked mouth was anxious for a while, picked up the shovel handle, and hit Wang San headlessly......

( Biography of Chinese and Foreign Heroes )