As for the "Armistice Agreement" between China and the United States, Xia still knew about it, but as for the specific time when the "Armistice Agreement" was signed, he did not know this. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 But he still knows a lot about some of these historical events.

The Korean War began in 1950 when the Korean People's Army, led by Kim Il Sung, began to advance south and soon captured Seoul. Subsequently, in order to safeguard its position and interests in Asia, the United States formed a United Nations army to intervene, and even threatened to fight the Yalu River on Christmas Day of that year.

In order to protect national interests, China sent the Chinese People's Volunteers to resist US aggression and aid Korea on October 25 of that year, defend the country, and fight side by side with the Korean People's Army.

Among them, the heroic events remembered in the summer include "burning Qiu Shaoyun", "Huang Jiguang blocking the gun's eye", and Yang Gensi in order to hold the small high-level position in the southeast, after a day and a night of fighting, only he and a wounded soldier were left in the platoon, he gave an order to let the wounded soldier evacuate with a machine gun when the US army had not launched the ninth attack, and when the US army launched the ninth attack, he resolutely picked up the last explosive bag, rushed into the enemy group, and died with more than 40 enemies, Completed the blocking mission to cut off the enemy's retreat......

There are countless similar heroic deeds in this war, and what Summer knows is only a drop in the bucket.

"Well, you know a lot." The old man smiled with relief, "Are you interested in coming in and talking to me?" ”

Facing the old man's expectant eyes, Summer did not refuse, and followed the old man's wheelchair into the house.

The room was full of people, the oldest should be the old grandfather, and the youngest was still holding it in his hands. These people stood respectfully at the table, and strangely enough, none of them sat down at the table and moved their chopsticks.

The table is full of all kinds of dishes, Northeast cuisine, Huaiyang cuisine, Sichuan cuisine...... Dishes and chopsticks are neatly arranged around the dining table, and the glasses next to them are filled with sake, which looks like a ritual to honor the dead.

"Do you know who's sitting at the table, young man?" The old grandfather's child pushed him into an empty spot, and he asked after beckoning Summer to his side.

Summer was stupid at the time, muttering in his heart, "Still sitting and writing about someone, obviously there is not even a ghost." Of course, he didn't answer like this, but turned his back to the old man and gave him a blank look, and replied, "I'm sorry grandpa, I don't know." ”

"This is my old platoon leader Guo Zhong, this is my old squad leader Huang Jia, this is my old comrade-in-arms Sun Yuan, this is ......" The old man pointed to the empty seats one by one and said, he was smiling when he introduced, it seemed that these people were sitting on the scene, and he had tears in his eyes when he finished speaking.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" Summer heard the old man's crying and asked with concern as he held him.

"Nothing." The old man brushed away Summer's hand and said with a smile, "I'm so happy to see the old squad leader and old comrades-in-arms again." ”

"I'm honored to meet them." Summer said comfortingly.

"Can you see them?" The old man raised his head in surprise and asked.

"No, I knew they were all heroes just by listening to your introduction, so I couldn't help but say that." Summer replied viscerally.

"That's right, they never got up again in that battle." The old man relied on his own strength to move his wheelchair to the window with difficulty, looked out the window and sighed, and there seemed to be the sound of gunfire and the horn of the charge in his ears again......

In the outer area of Jieyu under Changjin Lake, the highland is called Xiaogaoling, and under Xiaogaoling is the highway between Xiajieyu and Liutanli, which is the necessary place for the 1st Marine Division to connect with each other, and Yang Gensi of the 127th Regiment of the 58th Division of the 20th Army of the Ninth Corps is sticking here.

At 7 o'clock in the morning, he led more than 30 soldiers, including the old man, to resist the counterattack of the 1st Marine Division of the US Army, and more than 20 artillery pieces of the US army turned over the hilltop position where the old man's troops were located over and over again, and the planes kept strafing in the sky. Bombing, although the old man's position was full of gunsmoke, the American army has not been able to take the high ground.

At dusk, only the old man and his company commander were left on the battlefield. By that time, the old man had already been wounded, so his company commander ordered him to take a heavy machine gun with a bullet and withdraw his position before the American army launched its ninth attack. Not long after the old man withdrew from the position, he heard an earth-shattering explosion from the position, which was the only explosive bag his company commander had carried and died with more than 40 people. Perhaps when the old man left the position, his company commander was ready to die together.

"I am the only one who survived that battle...... the old man cried out in his chest, he not only regretted the sacrifice of his comrades, but also resented his own "hard work".

"Old man......" At this time, Summer couldn't speak, and he admired those heroes in his heart, and he was also sad for their sacrifice.

"Son, more than 60 years have passed, how many people still remember them?" The old man was a little excited, "Do you know that the battlefield back then was more than 30 degrees below zero, and we couldn't resist the cold in our southern cotton clothes. How many warriors fell in the cold, and did not get up, buried forever under the snow. ”

The old man returned to the table, picked up a glass of wine from his seat, and shouted, "Old comrades-in-arms, I respect you. With that, he poured the wine from his glass on the ground. He poured another glass of wine and drank it all against the objections of the crowd.

"Thank you......" Summer bowed respectfully to the old man, "Grandpa, I would love to know what is going on with your foot?" ”

The old man paused and replied, "Back then, I was ordered by the company commander to withdraw from my position, carrying dozens of kilograms of machine guns, wearing liberation shoes, and walking in knee-deep snow all night before returning to the unit. At that time, I had shrapnel injuries on both feet, and after walking in the snow at minus 30 degrees Celsius all night, my feet had been frozen and rotten, and I had to have my limbs amputated in order to save my life. ”

"That old man, you are also a hero." Summer said with a thumbs up in admiration.

"Compared to those comrades who died in battle, what kind of hero am I?"

"Grandpa, you are humble."

"Humility?" The old man smiled bitterly, "If I had to choose, I would rather die in battle with my comrades than survive here." ”

"Old man ......"

"Young man grandpa is tired, their story and spirit, I hope your generation can pass it on......"

The old man drank the wine in the wine glass, and he seemed to see the old comrade-in-arms still have the same voice and appearance as before, singing "Majestic, high-spirited, across the Yalu River......" is beckoning to him. He laughed with satisfaction and sang along with his comrades, his voice getting weaker and weaker...... Getting weaker and weaker...... (To be continued.) )