Everything was ready, and the memorial meeting of the Independent Regiment was held at dusk.

All the soldiers wore white armbands, all the people who participated in the ceremony wore a small flower on their chests, and the families of the fallen soldiers chose the way to pay tribute to their hometowns according to their own customs.

Thirteen hundred tombs filled the sunny side of the hill, three kilometers away from the base of the Independent Regiment.

"Into the spirit" roared with the host Liang Wenzhong.

In groups of two, whether colonels or privates, they all work in pairs, solemnly holding the coffin up the mountain, from top to bottom, putting the coffin into the tomb, and then covering the flag of the independent regiment that has been prepared for a long time.

Under the silent gaze of tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians, Liu Lang was alone, holding a coffin and stepping forward, gently putting the coffin into the largest grave pit in the middle of the foot of the entire cemetery, and gently covering the coffin with an independent regimental flag.

All the soldiers can't help but be envious, who has this privilege to let the regimental commander personally hold the spirit**? If that brother had known that he would receive this honor after his death, he would have died laughing!

Rejecting the help of others, Liu Lang took the armor shovel and filled the slightly larger tomb alone, and then faced the tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians standing in front of him.

"Today is the day when the 1,342 martyrs of my Independent Regiment who died returned home, and I propose that we observe a three-minute silence for the 1,342 martyrs of our Independent Regiment."

After speaking, Liu Lang first took off his military hat, held it to his chest, and bowed his head solemnly.

All the officers and soldiers in the audience learned Liu Lang's movements, took off their military hats and put them on their chests, and bowed their heads solemnly. The rest of the people present took off their hats with hats on their heads, and bowed their heads without hats.

Including the big black man standing outside the crowd, he also took off his top hat to express his respect to these foreign warriors.

Three minutes later。。。。。。

"Silence." Liu Lang raised his head and said loudly: "In the first battle of the Great Wall, our independent regiment first annihilated the Fourth Brigade of the Japanese invaders, and then defeated the Eighth Division of the Japanese invaders with the cooperation of friendly forces, killing more than 20,000 enemies, and won the biggest victory in the battle against foreign invaders since the founding of the Republic of China. However, victory is not based on words, but on the sacrifice of soldiers.

The cemetery behind me is the best proof that without their sacrifices, there would not have been this exhilarating victory for the whole country.

However, sacrifice means that a mother loses her son, a wife loses her husband, and a child loses his father. At noon, watching the family members holding the coffins of the martyrs and crying, including the elderly, women, and children, my heart hurt more than anyone else. Because they are also my brothers, brothers in life and death who train on the training ground, eat in a pot, and fight in the trenches.

There were 2,500 people in our independent regiment who walked out of this gate and stepped on the battlefield, and in the end they were able to walk back on their own, but more than 1,100 people, and many people lost their legs, arms, and eyes, and they could no longer hold guns and set foot on the battlefield.

As the supreme commander of the Independent Regiment, my heart is as sad as their relatives.

But is it because of grief that we will stay away from the battlefield? No, I'm going to tell you out loud, to each of you, never. Because, my brothers and I, not only sons are husbands and fathers, we are also Chinese, and when the Japanese invaders once again raise their butcher knives against our nation, we will still carry our guns on our backs and step on the battlefield to fight the Japanese invaders.

If we are afraid of the grief of our families and dare not set foot on the battlefield, then when the butcher's knife of the Japanese criminals is pointed at us and our families, who will defend you and me? No, when everyone chooses to retreat, then there will be no one to protect the country and the nation. We can only move forward, facing the blade of the Japanese invaders, even if we sacrifice, even if we can no longer touch the child's little face. ”

"Forward, forward, forward." The soldiers were infected by Liu Lang's words, and they raised their arms and shouted.

Ye Qisun and his students, who were standing in the crowd, also raised their arms high and shouted with tears in their eyes.

County Magistrate Wang and Zhan Chengfang also raised their arms high and shouted in unison like the people around them.

This may also be the first time that two old fritters who have been bureaucrats for many years have lost their temper like this, raising their arms and shouting together with the mud legs they have always looked down on.

Regardless of whether Liu Lang is a show or not, but the cemetery where 1,300 people are buried, it shows that they do not cherish life, but they are never afraid to give their lives, and only such an army is the strongest army in China.

A loud sound, echoing through the valley.

Waiting for the sound to subside, Liu Lang continued: "You may wonder who will have this honor, buried alone in this big tomb and personally supported by me, the head of the group, I can tell you who the person in the coffin is.

They, more than half a year ago, were still bandits hated by the people of northern Sichuan. ”

The crowd was slightly agitated.

"Yes, more than half a year ago, they were still bandits in Heilong Mountain, and after the first battle in Heilong Mountain, they became prisoners of war of my independent regiment, maybe for forgiveness, maybe for their families, maybe for their lives, they joined the death company of our independent regiment and became a member of my independent regiment.

You may wonder why I am not talking about him, but about them, because in that coffin, there was not one person, but seven people.

Yes, in the first battle of Gushan, 206 people of the Dare to Death Company were trapped in Gushan, resisted the repeated attacks of more than 2,000 Japanese invaders, and killed more than 700 Japanese invaders, but under the bombardment of dozens of heavy artillery of the Japanese invaders, their own bodies were also exhausted, and the fortifications were destroyed, and as a last resort, 28 people retreated into the tunnel with 34 seriously wounded, but in order to kill and injure the Japanese invaders to the greatest extent, under the leadership of the company commander Zhou Shiyu, seven wounded soldiers undertook the task of blocking the enemy.

It is said to be a hindrance to the enemy, but also a lure to the enemy. I still remember the last telegram dictated by the company commander Zhou Shiyu from the Death Company: Artillery fire on our position. Yes, in that evening, for the first time, the artillery battery of our separate regiment opened fire with all its might, but the shells of our army, not at the positions of the enemy, but at my soldiers. Because there, in addition to our 8 people, there are hundreds of Japanese soldiers who have already rushed into the positions of our army. Eight warriors demonstrated the indomitable spirit of the Chinese nation with the spirit of firing at me.

As reporter Liu Xueyuan wrote, that evening was the most brilliant fireworks I have ever seen, and the fireworks were the spiritual light of the eight brave warriors who dared to die and survived in the world forever. Hundreds of Japanese soldiers were all reduced to ashes under our artillery fire, and our 8 warriors, except for Zhou Shiyu, the company commander, survived, and the remaining seven all died.

After the war, our independent regiment organized people to collect the remains of the soldiers, and it was impossible to find all seven of them, their flesh and blood had already merged with the positions they had fought in, and the land of China, and it was difficult to distinguish between them.

We can only build a hero's grave on the ancient mountain position with the soil stained with their flesh and blood, and bring a small part of it back to the martyrs' cemetery of the Independent Regiment as a memory. ”