Veteran never die

Chapter 251 Malipo Martyrs Cemetery

0251 Malipo Martyrs Cemetery

Spring City Guest House.

"Grandpa, you've been tossing around all day today. Stay here first and have a good rest. Let's go to filming tomorrow."

Zhou Tian looked at the slightly tired Wang Liang, feeling unspeakably distressed. After working for a week, he soaked in the cold sea water in the morning, and then took a flight for three and a half hours, and then drove from the airport in the suburbs to the guest house.

Even young people can't stand this kind of intensity.

After seeing the video of Wang Liang going into the sea to rescue someone, Zhou Tian broke into a sweat.

Having 'battled' together, Zhou Tian has long regarded Wang Liang as his relative, that kind of worry, that kind of anxiety, is not something ordinary people can experience.

"Have you rented the car?" Wang Liang asked.

"En." Fatty Zhou nodded.

"Let's go to Wenshan Prefecture."

How could Wang Liang be able to sleep so close to his brothers?

How could it be possible to rest?

Seeing Sun Weimin winking at him, Zhou Tian swallowed the words as soon as they came to his lips, and hurriedly helped carry the luggage.

Wenshan Prefecture, its full name is Wenshan Zhuang and Miao Autonomous Prefecture.

It is an ethnic autonomous prefecture under the jurisdiction of Yunnan Province. It is located in the southeast of Yunnan Province on the southwestern border of China, bordering Vietnam to the south.

I was speechless all the way. After more than three hours of driving, it was already dark when we arrived at the boundary of Wenshan Prefecture.

Just as Zhou Tian wanted to ask for instructions, Wang Liang, who had been silent for a long time, announced his destination: "Northern suburb of Malipo County."

When he heard Malipo, Sun Weimin trembled as if he had been struck by lightning.

Malipo, the northern suburb, four kilometers away, where the Malipo Martyrs Cemetery is located.

The construction started in [-], took nine years, and was not completely completed until [-]. It covers an area of ​​more than [-] mu, backed by green mountains and facing green water.

The Malipo Martyrs Cemetery is buried with 930 seven martyrs who died for the country in the ten-year Sino-Vietnamese War.

Among them were 97 martyrs who died in the self-defense counterattack in February [-].

In May 130, [-] martyrs who died in Koulin Mountain were recovered.

In April 630, [-] martyrs died in recovering Laoshan and Balihedongshan.

There are also 77 martyrs who died on other battlefields.

When he heard those three familiar words, how could Sun Weimin's heart not be disturbed.

Back then, 42 brothers from his company alone were buried there. We will meet again, old fellows.

Are you guys OK?

"Okay." Zhou Tian, ​​who also served as a soldier, naturally understood what Wang Liang meant, and increased the speed of the car to the fastest.

Good mountains, good water and beautiful scenery, but the gray and white cemetery looks so shocking.

The director of the Martyrs Cemetery Management Office was very reasonable. After explaining his identity and purpose of coming, he opened the door for Wang Liang and his party.

The car drove slowly into the Malipo Martyrs Cemetery. Zhou Tian didn't dare to drive too fast, let alone honk, for fear of disturbing the sleeping martyrs.

In the dark night, through the car window, Wang Liang looked out.

Here is a Baita Mountain, a majestic and mighty mountain, which is daunting.

After getting off the car, Wang Liang paced slowly.

He comes here once a year, and Wang Liang has never been absent for 30 years since it was built.

You can tell where it is even with your eyes closed.

The mausoleum with a huge lineup is composed of a group of young people with an average age of less than 20 years old. They should be alive, alive, full of vigor and vitality
"You liars, you lied to the party, you lied to the army, you are inexcusable."

"Obviously 16 years old, not old enough to join the army, I have to be a soldier, I have to say I am eighteen."

"Liar! Liar!"

Wang Liang muttered as he walked, he was angry.

In those days, it was common practice to conceal one's age in order to serve in the army, and one had to report one's own age. There was no internet, and simple household registration was impossible for the armed forces to verify.

How could Wang Liang not know that many of them who kept saying that they were 20 or 16 years old were only [-] years old.

For what?
To be a soldier is to fight.

It is bullshit to say that those young people became soldiers because their families did not have enough to eat. At that time, the flames of war on the border had already ignited.

Soldiers, whether recruits or veterans, are drawn to the front lines.

It's not uncommon to see wounded soldiers pulled down from the front line. They don't lack an arm or a leg, and they don't have the face to withdraw at all.

Is it worth dying for a bite of food?
Wang Liang talked about them, tears were already falling.

The tombstones stood in neat rows around the mountain, as if they were going to be inspected.

In the middle of the tombstone is a monument to the people's heroes, with huge marble walls on both sides, engraved with dense words, the names of the martyrs, and the great achievements of the martyrs are all on it.

"During the self-defense counterattacks against Vietnam in the Laoshan, Balihedongshan, and Koolinshan areas, all the commanders, fighters and militiamen of the participating troops resolutely carried out the combat orders of the Central Military Commission, and carried forward the 'five kinds of revolution' advocated by the Communist Party of China. Spirit', close cooperation, wit and flexibility, one after another, fought bravely, severely punished the Vietnamese invaders, won glory for the country, won the spirit of the people, and won glory for the army."

Wang Liang was performing a ceremony that belonged to them. If he said these words in front of people living in the 21st century, the response would inevitably be dismissive, and Wang Liang would not say them.

But Wang Liang knew that they who were lying here were willing to listen to these words, at least they could feel relieved.

Because their memory stays at that time, at that time, the ideology and social background was like this

"During the battle, the martyrs who died gloriously turned their love for the people and the country into the spiritual strength to fight against the enemy in battle. When the motherland and the people needed it, they threw away everything about their families and individuals and stood up Without hesitation, he dedicated his young life selflessly to the motherland and the people, and spilled his blood on the frontier land of the motherland."

"Your brilliant achievements will be recorded in the annals of glory forever. Your illustrious name shines with the sun, coexists with the rivers and rivers, and will last forever, and your achievements will last through the ages!"

There is a red five-star inlaid on the stone tablet in front of each tomb, which has been exposed to the wind and sun, and has faded. Don't be afraid, someone will paint her as bright red as blood every year.

Beside the stele is an old orchid, and it is self-evident what the blooming orchid symbolizes.

The tenacious life has been devastated, the dark green leaves are covered with gunpowder smoke, and the fragrant flowers bloom more vividly.

Laoshanlan, take root in Laoshan, love Laoshanlan, love you like emerald, jade, steel and sword, and would like to accompany you to take root in Laoshan.

The refreshing fragrance came to the nostrils, and Wang Liang closed his eyes to feel it.

I have never expected to be full of vitality, only love my homeland, and decorate the border with selflessness and fearlessness.

(End of this chapter)