Vice Minister Zhou's words made Zhan Zhizhan shrug up. He hurriedly grabbed Vice Minister Zhou's hand, and said in a choked voice: "Uncle Zhou, I'm sorry!" Did I not take good care of Qi Fu...... Brother Zhou Fuqi! ……”

Vice Minister Zhou patted Zhan Zhizhan on the shoulder, sighed and said, "Don't cry! Don't cry! Revolutionary fighters shed blood without tears! Since Fuqi came to the front line in southern Xinjiang, we have been mentally prepared. Alas...... 'Qingshan is fortunate to bury the bones of loyalty, and the white iron innocently casts the ministers. Fu Qi has admired Yue Fei Yue Wumu since he was a child, and aspires to be a general who commands thousands of troops when he grows up. ……”

He Zhimin walked over and said: "Martyr Zhou Fuqi joined the army under a pseudonym, and his identity was concealed from the 'Flying Tiger Army' and the 'former finger', including the army chief. He is a very promising young man, and after tempering in actual combat, he will definitely be able to take on great responsibilities in the future! ……”

Vice Minister Zhou glanced at He Zhimin and asked Zhan Zhizhan: "How did Fuqi sacrifice?" ……”

After Zhan Zhizhan tearfully told the story of Zhou Fuqi's martyrdom, Vice Minister Zhou burst into tears and said sonorously: "Fuqi my son! 'Clear the soul of white bones and yellow sand, Ling Fengxiao is speechless, and it is difficult to fall in the snow with ice tears. I still hate parting, and the green silk bridge is waiting for gray hair. Say 'white-haired man to black-haired man', for the father is proud to have a son like you! ……”

A memorial service was prepared and was held at the Martyrs' Cemetery, known as Stone Town. Zhan Zhizhan didn't know how he was set up by his comrades-in-arms to pedal to attend the memorial service. The scouts got out of the car and climbed the stairs, and a pair of stone lions and stone elephants were lined up in front of the archway.

The whole cemetery imitates the Laoshan Martyrs Cemetery and is built according to the slope, 32 stone stalls are lined up halfway up the mountainside like terraces, each of which has about dozens of coffin-shaped tombs that are still made of stone, and a stone tablet in front of the tomb is engraved with the name of the martyr and the time and place of sacrifice.

In the center of the sloping cemetery, there is a flat stone ground as a memorial square, and on the front of the tall monument is the handwritten handwriting of the famous great leader and his old man: "The people's heroes are immortal"!

On the back is Zhu De's handwriting: "You live in our memory, and we live in your cause." ”

There is a marble epitaph on both sides of the monument, which carries the names of revolutionary martyrs. There is a black monogram on the pedestal of the monument: "Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Conference".

On the two rows of black cloth-covered tables in front of the epitaph, there are newly killed "Royal Cat" Zhang Xianghua, "Yellow Weasel" Zhou Fuqi, "Hai Dongqing" Li Wenhua, "Big Bad Wolf" Xie Wenhua, "Black Kite" Qu Shaoshan, "Eagle Eagle" Fei Degao, and "Erhai Osprey" Duan Shicang, "Flower Eagle" Liantianlu, "White-headed Harrier" Guan Xiaohong, as well as Mei Xiaoran and the remains of the soldiers who escorted Mei Xiaoran's class, and behind the portraits are their urns.

Since the remains of the martyr "Hai Dongqing" Li Wenhua were not found, the remains of the "big bad wolf" Xie Wenhua and the "black kite" Qu Shaoshan could not be transported back, so they could only be buried on the spot, and the urns of these martyrs only symbolically placed a little relic of the martyrs.

Twenty female soldiers holding bouquets of flowers and wearing black veils stood solemnly on either side. Hundreds of heavily armed border guards guard every tombstone and screen every heroic soul.

The memorial meeting was presided over by Political Commissar Hu, the "former finger," and Commander Zhu delivered a eulogy. Commander Zhu spoke highly of the glorious and short lives of the martyrs and the outstanding contributions made by the martyrs to the motherland, especially to the people in the border areas.

The battlefield memorial ceremony fully reflects the style of martyrs as soldiers. After laying the wreaths, the urns of the martyrs began to be buried, and the twenty armed warriors took a half-step forward with their left leg, drew their guns, loaded the magazines, and twenty '56-style' 42-degree angles pointed to the sky, and at the same time pulled the trigger, and twenty fire dragons connected the earth and the sky straight. The shooting posture of the warriors was slightly bumpy, the fire of the muzzle flickered on the pupils and steel helmets, and the thirty bullets full of magazines received the rapid striking of the firing pins one after another, and the beads exploded, sending affectionate calls to the distant mountains, to the clouds, and to the sky, and the distant echoes echoed in the heavens and the earth for a long time. Female soldiers lay flowers in front of and behind the statues and stand on both sides of the table.

I don't know which martyr's wife wrote a poem "Kiss you, I won't wake you up", which touched all comrades-in-arms, martyrs' families and reporters. Everyone rushed to transcribe it, and they were all moved: "A message from the wife of a soldier in southern Xinjiang who has been sleeping for a long time: Kiss you, I won't wake you up, this warm land is so peaceful." I watched you silently in front of the tombstone, and I knew that although these tombs were only a microcosm of life, the heroic spirits standing majestically were infallible bodies. Kiss you, I won't wake you up, this hot red land is so quiet, I gently caress you in front of the tombstone, I know that although this row of stone monuments will never be revived again, but every name of the soul of the southern frontier is immortalized here. Kiss you, I won't wake you up, this brown land is so quiet, I hug you tightly in front of the tombstone, I know that although our dreams of life have not really come true, you will be so calm in fighting for peace, death and life. Kiss you, I won't wake you up, this great wall of justice and blood stained red is so quiet, I give you a deep kiss in front of the tombstone, I know that although you can no longer feel the fiery love, but you have no sadness and melancholy. Kiss you, I won't wake you up, this land where heroes are reborn is so quiet, my heart is calling to you in front of the tombstone, I know that although we can no longer share the same bed, the god of love will always be with us. Kiss you, I won't wake you up, this warm, brown, righteous land is so magnificent, it is your broken bodies that adorn her, it is your blood that pours her out, I know that although you can no longer be there in person, your great achievements will always be engraved on the monuments of history. Kiss you, I won't wake you up, this town will be branded with an ordinary woman's eternal long kiss, in order to bless you to rest quietly here. Kiss you...... I don't wake you up...... Don't wake you up...... Don't wake you up......"

After the burial of the ashes of the martyrs, Commander Zhu, the "former finger," took the lead, and the leaders at all levels began to toast cigarettes and toasts. Several major leaders of the "front finger" deliberately walked to the tombstones of the martyrs Mei Xiaoran and Zhou Fuqi, and offered a bouquet of white camellia flowers with grief.

Over there, the comrades of the "Qianzhi" guard battalion were mourning the comrades-in-arms who escorted Mei Xiaoran's sacrifice, and one of the comrades-in-arms chanted loudly: "Comrades-in-arms who are sleeping for a long time, the fragrant and soft aroma of 'Ashima' smoke wafts to you, have you inhaled it?" …… Heroes of the other world, the rich 'Chinese red' wine is poured on the flowers one by one, like blood, like tears, like poetry, like songs, have you drunk it? …… I didn't bring you liquor, my comrades-in-arms brought so much red wine, I'm afraid you will drink too much and get drunk. This is not a expedition wine, you are drinking Moutai wine, and you will never return it after drinking. Drink a glass of wine, sweet, you are still alive, and we will come to see you next year. ……”

There was a sudden howl, it was Mei Xiaoran's mother Shui Miao, obviously a heartbroken mother who was in pain. She cried out hoarsely, "Oh my Ranran, my good boy! Oh my daughter! Mom, I'm sorry for you! Yes......"

Before the memorial service, people all looked at Mei Xiaoran's mother, and five cameras and eleven cameras caught up with her. Mei Xiaoran's mother beat her chest and stumbled under the support of Mei Xiaoran's sister-in-law and brother Mei Xiaohan, crying and shouting.

Before Zhan Zhizhan could get out of the queue to greet Mei Xiaoran's mother, she pounced. Mei Xiaoran's sister-in-law couldn't hold her back, and Mei Xiaohan couldn't hold her back, so she threw herself in front of Mei Xiaoran's grave, hugged Mei Xiaoran's stele, and hit the stele hard with her head like a hammer. Zhan Zhizhan took three steps and made two steps, grabbed in front of Mei Xiaohan, and knelt in front of Mei Xiaoran's mother with a "plop": "Auntie! Aunt! Don't do that! Auntie......"

Zhan Zhizhan couldn't hold back any longer, and the pain of losing his beloved burst out all at once. At this time, the "owl" and "snake eagle" who had long been concerned about Zhan Zhizhan and many comrades-in-arms ran forward, and the "owl" and "snake eagle" grabbed Zhan Zhizhan's arm and wanted to set him up. Zhan Zhizhan shook his arms, his strength was unusually great, and the "owl" and "snake eagle" couldn't help but staggered backwards. The comrades-in-arms looked at each other and had no choice but to stand behind Zhan Zhizhan.

Zhan Zhizhan exclaimed heartbreakingly: "Auntie! ……”

"Mom! Don't do that! Don't do that! ......" Mei Xiaohan, who was also grief-stricken, hugged her mother, who was bleeding from her forehead and mouth.

Mei Xiaoran's mother saw Zhan Zhizhan kneeling in front of her and grabbed his hands: "Child, I'm ...... I ......"

Mei Xiaoran's mother's blood and tears flowed and poured into red tears on the placket of my clothes. She called her daughter for a long time, she came to call you yesterday, you shouldn't, she came again today, if you don't come back, she will go to find you. Mother and daughter were flesh and blood, and she split half of her life with her blood, and fed you into a whole life with milk and chewed crumble, how could you bear not to answer your mother? When your mother's forehead knocks on your stone door, her cranial cavity "buzzes", she thinks it is the "quack" cry of your birth, she doesn't believe that her daughter will die like this!

Zhan Zhizhan looked up to the sky and sighed, so that the tears would no longer flow. In this way, you can let the tears flow back to your heart and wash away the grief in your heart. He gradually understood that the person he cares about the most is often the one who is most likely to make you cry; He gradually understood that a lot of love can be met but not sought; He gradually understood that many things can only be owned once, and letting go means losing; He gradually understood that sincerity does not need to be reciprocated to a person; He gradually understood that it was actually good to be alone. Zhan Zhizhan couldn't help but chant Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi": "Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, and nowhere to talk about desolation." Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. Last night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, Xiaoxuan window, dressing up, looking at each other without words, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short pine gang. ”

"Old water! Old water! You're a veteran, and you're going to set an example for the kids! ......" Mei Xiaoran's father walked over with Qian Zhenglun's support.

The cries of the sixty-three-year-old mother of "Royal Cat" Zhang Xianghua are lightweight among bereaved mothers, and her red eye sockets tell the scouts that she spreads out her great grief and gives it to every night, especially a holiday night. She is offering offerings with her hands like dry wood, and multi-layered round enamel lunch boxes bring you rice, chicken nuggets, peanut beans, green onions and fried meat, and three glasses of white wine.