Veteran never die

Chapter 158 The Lost Hero

0157 The Lost Hero: I am Wang Cheng, reporting to you!

When Jiang Qingquan opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in a US military truck, because the ammunition box next to him was clearly written in foreign language.

And the conversations outside are not in Chinese.

Both hands and feet were tied up, and the ninja struggled a few times in severe pain. The binding was so strong that he couldn't break free at all.

No sacrifices!

Captured!

As a prisoner of war, Jiang Qingquan was transported to an American hospital for further treatment.

At the same time, the Americans tried to influence him, and gave him three ways to choose.

Article [-]: Go to Japan for further study and serve as a spy for the US emperor.

Article [-]: When you go to Taiwan, you can enjoy preferential treatment.

Article [-]: Detaining Prisoners of War
He resolutely rejected the first two options, and Jiang Qingquan was locked up and suffered inhuman torture.

First, the enemy wanted to tattoo on Jiang Qingquan's body.

This is a means to obtain information or to destroy the will of the prisoners of war.

Tattooing is cultural torture.

It requires him to fight desperately.

The U.S. psychological warfare unit was formed in 1947 and later reorganized into the 1st Radio Broadcasting and Leaflet Distributing Company.

Experts in this army believe that Chinese soldiers have strong beliefs, and physical torture can only be part of the punishment, and often cannot destroy the will of Chinese soldiers.

But the Chinese love face and attach great importance to dignity. Being a traitor will become an eternal shame.

In the long history of China, tattooing on the face and body is a kind of personal insult and mark to the prisoner.

Therefore, they combined the information and suggestions provided by the Taiwan authorities, and with the cooperation of Taiwan's secret agents, the U.S. military adopted a method that had never appeared in the history of war, tattooing the faces and bodies of prisoners of war.

Jiang Qingquan quit, and every time the enemy tried to tattoo his face, he struggled desperately.

The last word was not stabbed, and he was deprived of all preferential treatment conditions and sent to the Pusan ​​prisoner-of-war camp.

At the gate of the prisoner-of-war camp, more than a dozen South Korean soldiers carrying sticks appeared in front of Jiang Qingquan.

They shouted slogans: "Shoot to death, he is a diehard, he must be educated!"

The stick is made of iron, and it hurts when you hit it.

The South Korean police and gendarmes gathered around to watch the excitement, and Jiang Qingquan's bloodiness also came up. Since he is not afraid of death, why is he afraid of a ball?
You fuck me?

That father will kill you all!
He clenched his fist and fought with these guys.

One punch stumped a stick, and the other sticks rushed forward after hesitating for a moment.

In the end, Jiang Qingquan was pushed to the ground because he was outnumbered.

Torture, inhuman torture.

Just when Jiang Qingquan was desperate, he clearly heard someone shouting at him.

It is a familiar Chinese: "Comrade! You have to be strong! To be a Chinese is to hold your chest up! We Chinese are tough! We can't be beaten or scared!"

It was comrades who were also captured.

Jiang Qingquan immediately had a backbone, and he realized at this moment that he was not fighting alone!

The POW camp is divided into east and west sides.

The voices supporting Jiang Qingquan came from the east side, where all the prisoners of war of the Volunteer Army who were as determined as Jiang Qingquan to return to the mainland were detained.

South Korean soldiers threw Jiang Qingquan, who had been beaten all over his body and was dying, into the east room. The comrades inside quickly bandaged him and said: "Comrade, you are a good person, you have courage, you are a man, you are a Chinese!"

Later, he knew.

Those in the East House are determined to return to the mainland, while the West House enjoys favorable treatment.

The comrades in the east room encouraged each other, cheered up, and fought the enemy tit for tat.

Among the comrades-in-arms, some have studied for several years. He taught everyone to recite the "Prisoner Song" written by General Mao Zedong.

The door for people entering and exiting is tightly locked,

Holes wide open for dogs to crawl through,

A voice shouted:

Climb out and set me free!
I yearn for freedom,

But I also know that...

How can a human body crawl out of a dog's hole!
I can only hope,

That day——

The fire that burns beneath the ground,
Burn this living coffin with me,
I deserve eternal life in fire and blood.

This is the real Chinese soldier of that era, with noble sentiments and awe-inspiring righteousness.

There is also a song that they sing over and over again.

"Unity is strength, and unity is strength. This strength is iron, and this strength is steel. It is harder than iron and stronger than steel. Fire at Fassy and shine brightly on New China."

At the same time, the Volunteer Army camp.

After hearing about Jiang Qingquan's 'fire at me' deeds, war correspondents wrote a war newsletter called "Stubborn Voice" to report.

This is a hero!
However, before this report could be published, the superior came to inform: stop promoting Jiang Qingquan, he was captured because his name appeared in the list of prisoners of war.

According to people's concepts and regulations back then, no matter what achievements this person has made, as long as he is captured, all the past will be blown away by a gust of wind.

In the prisoner-of-war camp, Jiang Qingquan relied on his tenacious belief and encouraged each other with his comrades in arms, and once again held the "position".

One day in August [-], Jiang Qingquan and these comrades who had resolutely returned to China were suddenly taken out of the prisoner-of-war camp and put on a landing craft.

Along the way, they were determined to be executed.

Unexpectedly, what awaited them was a great news.

"Comrades, the motherland has sent relatives to pick you up!"

Everyone in the prisoner-of-war camp cried when they heard the familiar Chinese spoken by the visitor. I really didn't expect it.

That kind of mood, people who have not personally experienced it will never be able to understand it.

I can finally go home!
Crying together, crying together, all crying.

There is no one who does not cry.

The representative came over and gave each of the prisoners a cigarette, Chinese.

What Jiang Qingquan didn't expect was that he would be overwhelmed by a few pieces of paper all his life.

A few sheets of paper: an archive, something that can never be erased.

After returning to China, Jiang Qingquan was examined at the management office that specially accepts and manages volunteer prisoners of war.

Later, he returned to his rural hometown in Liao Province and worked as a farmer for decades.

Wang Liang continued: "In [-], Jiang Qingquan and his son went to Dandong to visit the Memorial Hall of Resisting U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. The old man who had always been honest, heavy, and taciturn suddenly became angry at the scene and said that he would tear down a photo of the artillery position. The old man's son and the staff in the memorial hall took great pains to stop the old man."

The old man cried: "At that time I shouted 'fire at me', why didn't they fire? If I fired the gun, I would die, and I would no longer be a prisoner of war! I am ashamed of my motherland, and I am not worthy of being a Communist. You can't feel the pain at all!"

The visitors and netizens at the scene were all fascinated. They had never heard of these people and these things.

Wang Liang: "The artillerymen didn't fire at that time, just because the shells ran out"

(End of this chapter)