Chapter VIII Memorial Meeting

This operation saved the lives of the villagers, but it took the lives of more than 40 good brothers, Li Qingtian blamed himself for not bringing the brothers back safely, thinking of the days when he used to train together and once worked together, he couldn't help but feel deep self-blame, it was he who didn't bring the brothers back safely.

Li Qing said to the remaining brothers: "The former brothers have left, they died for the sake of national righteousness and the safety of the villagers, the rice and salt you have eaten in the past few days have been exchanged for their blood and lives, we must remember them, remember our good brothers who share life and death." ”

Yan'er said: "Although these brothers are gone, but our team is still there, this guerrilla force is still there, as long as we live for a day, we can't let those Japanese jackals mess around, and we can't let our people suffer a little harm!" ”

Hearing this, Li Qing couldn't help but cry.

"The sky and the earth are big, and the people are the biggest!" Yi Yang and Yonghang roared in unison!

Everyone shouted: "Drive away the jackals and return my rivers and mountains!" ”

For a while, shouts echoed in the courtyard one after another.

Li Qing said to everyone: "Look at it! The Japanese devils owe us these blood debts, and sooner or later I will ask these rabbit cubs to pay it back with blood! ”

"You're right, sooner or later these blood debts will have to be repaid with blood, and sooner or later we will use the heads of these little devils to pay tribute to the souls of our brothers!" Yan'er said.

Li Qing then brought the group of brothers to Li Chuan and said; "What a terrible death my brothers! Let's have a memorial service for my brothers! So that the souls of the brothers can return home as soon as possible. ”

"Well, the brothers died for the sake of the fellow countrymen, and they gave their lives for the good of the people! Magnificent! Li Chuan couldn't help but shed two lines of tears.

The next day, the guerrillas slaughtered pigs and cattle and held a banquet, and the people of the surrounding villages also spontaneously participated in the memorial service and faced the graves of the dead soldiers. The villagers all knelt down in front of the grave. The villagers used the small copper trumpets brought to blow the funeral song for the heroes, a piece of yellow paper covered the graves of the heroes, a piece of incense was inserted in the graves of the heroes, the sky suddenly gradually darkened, everywhere was a yellow sky, as if mourning for the heroes, suddenly everyone showed a bitter expression on their faces, and there was no language to express everyone's heavy mood at this time.

A few hours later, the chief of a surrounding village came to them, slowly walked to the tomb, he held a jar of wine in his hand, slowly sat down, took out a bowl, poured out a bowl of wine, slowly sprinkled it in front of the tomb, he said with moist eyes trembling: "Children, you are all good, you are all great heroes, you have given your lives for us, we are sorry for you!" ”

The old man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then said, "You can go on the road with confidence!" The little devil will go back to his hometown in Japan one day! The old man couldn't hold back any longer, and he burst out crying so loudly that he couldn't stop for a long time.

Everyone present was so moved that they opened the jar and slowly sprinkled the wine on the ground to pay tribute to the souls of the heroes. The small bronze trumpet sounded again, this trumpet is not only a tribute to the heroes, but also the best funeral song for the devils.

The soldiers also knelt down one after another, and under the leadership of Li Qing, they shouted in unison: "Defeat the Japanese invaders, return my mountains and rivers!" ”

Everyone took the wine bowl and drank it all, and swore to the grave: "My brothers will not fight the county seat, will not drive away the devils, and will never put down the steel gun in their hands!" ”

So saying, the people kowtowed to the grave on the ground, and the tears could not stop flowing. The fellows standing on the side were also moved by their righteousness, and they all said that there are such troops, there are such team members, why worry that our Chinese Association will not have the day to drive out the Japanese invaders! My Chinese nation is saved!

Everyone laid a big wreath for the graves of the warriors, and invited a few old Taoist priests to make a grand transcendent puja for the dead warriors, sending away the souls of the warriors. Everyone gradually left the grave, but Li Qing had to stay with his brothers for a night, and everyone was unwilling to persuade him more, so all the members of this team took the initiative to stay and stay with Li Qing by the grave, accompanying their good brothers who had lived and died together.

Later, after Li Chuan's persuasion for many days, Li Qing gradually returned to his former state, and gradually came out of the unfortunate past of the death of these brothers, restarted the normal training of the past, and gradually re-entered the old routine and life.

After this incident, the team led by Li Chuan trained very hard and seriously, and whenever other teams finished their training programs, this team often continued to do their best to insist on training hard. Whenever someone asked Li Qing and the members of this team why they didn't rest at the same time as the rest of the team, they would always say something like this: "Only by training well can we improve ourselves, and the dead brothers will not die in vain under the guns of the devils, and we will definitely avenge those dead brothers and drive the Japanese out of China!" ”

Sure enough, after more than half a month of perseverance, this squad really became the strongest fighting force in the entire guerrilla force. It became a sharp knife for our guerrillas to fight against the Japanese devils.