After advancing on this path for a while, Song Lao stopped and watched for a long time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The place he was looking for should have not been here for many years, and the terrain near the village had changed over the years, artificially developed, and the terrain and landform near the village had also undergone some changes, so he also needed to look carefully.

Song Lao walked forward a little uncertainly, and when he saw a big pine tree between the two mountain beams opposite, he finally showed a hint of joy, and said to himself: "It seems that he is not in the wrong place!"

After finishing speaking, Song Lao's marching speed increased slightly, and soon the group walked along the path to the mountain for about a mile.

Then Song Lao found a small path that was almost overwhelmed by weeds.

Huang Fang saw that Song Lao seemed to be going into the path, and hurriedly motioned to his two subordinates to open the way in front - this path could only be walked by two people at most, and it was overgrown with weeds, so if there was a snake hiding inside, it would be a big trouble.

Song Rui carefully supported Song Lao and asked, "Grandpa, what are you doing with us in this barren mountain range?"

Song Lao showed a look of nostalgia in his eyes and said, "You'll know when you arrive." ”

This sheep intestine trail is not easy to walk, everyone's marching speed is much slower, almost ten minutes away, Song Lao also showed a trace of fatigue.

Xia Ruofei hurriedly said, "Chief, sit down and rest for a while!"

"It's okay, I can do it!" said Song Lao with a slight pant wave of his hand.

Director Lu also showed a look of helplessness, not to mention Song Lao along the way, even he, a slightly older person, felt a little unbearable.

But when the old man speaks, everyone can only comply.

Xia Ruofei took out a mineral water bottle from his bag and said, "Chief, then you can drink saliva! ”

Song Lao smiled and took the mineral water bottle and said, "Okay! Then listen to Xiao Xia!"

This is the petal solution diluted with a large amount of space pool water prepared by Xia Ruofei in advance, although the ingredients of the strange flower petals are very small, but it is no problem for the old man to drink and use it to recover some physical strength.

After drinking a small half bottle of water, Song Lao returned the bottle to Xia Ruofei.

He got up and said, "Let's go! My old man is not tired!

Director Lu hurriedly said, "No problem, chief, pay attention to your step." ”

So the group continued to walk into the mountains.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Song Lao finally stopped and said, "This is it!"

Everyone stopped and saw that it was overgrown with wild grass and nothing special at all.

But Song Lao had already taken the lead and walked into the grass next to him.

After Song Lao cleared the weeds, everyone saw a mottled tombstone exposed.

"Chief, this is ......," Director Lu couldn't help but ask.

Song Lao looked at the grave bag that was completely flooded with weeds, and sighed: "One of my comrades-in-arms is buried here......

Everyone was stunned, this small tomb bag hidden in the weeds was actually a martyr's tomb?

Xia Ruofei was the first to react, and said as he walked forward quickly, "Let's help together!"

Director Lu and others also hurriedly stepped forward to help clean up.

There was a lot of strength in numbers, and soon the weeds around the grave were cleared, and a clean clearing was cleared in front of the grave.

A weather-beaten mottled stone monument with a small grave bag behind it.

If it weren't for Song Lao, no one would have thought that a martyr would be buried here.

The handwriting on the stele is still faintly legible.

It reads "Tomb of Martyr Yan Xiaodong" in large letters, and there is a line of small characters next to it, with a string of troop code names written on it, as well as the hometown of martyr Yan Xiaodong "Donggao Village, Xingguo County, Jiangxi Province".

This martyr Yan Xiaodong is actually from that famous "General County".

Song Lao stared at the tombstone for a long time before turning around and saying, "Xiao Rui, take out the things I asked you to prepare!"

Song Rui hurriedly took off his backpack and took out cigarettes, liquor, yellow paper, candles and other items from it.

Only then did he know that his grandfather had asked him to prepare these items when he was in Sanshan City, which was originally to worship his comrades.

Song Lao personally placed the sacrifices in front of the grave, and then lit the incense candles with his own hands, and he also lit three Huaxia brand cigarettes and inserted them in the soil in front of the tomb, and then poured three glasses of wine and sprinkled them on the ground silently.

Song Rui helped burn the paper money on the side, and everyone stood silently aside, not disturbing the old man who remembered his comrades-in-arms.

After a while, Song Lao Cai sighed, stared at the tombstone and said: "After the army liberated Chong'an County, it continued to move south, although the enemy army was defeated, but the terrain in this area is complex, the mountains are high and the forests are dense, so there are still small groups of troops who enter the mountains to become bandits, so our troops were left behind to clear the remnants of the enemy." ”

Song Lao's eyes were very wandering when he spoke, as if he had traveled through time and returned to the years filled with gunpowder.

"Xiaodong was only nineteen years old when he died, and he was my guard. Song Lao said, "At that time, I was carrying supplies with more than a dozen soldiers, and I was ambushed by the remnants of the enemy here, and Xiaodong blocked the fatal bullet for me......

Everyone was silent, Xia Ruofei silently looked at the dilapidated tombstone, in that fiery years, countless martyrs fell on the way to the battle, as their descendants, former soldiers, Xia Ruofei always had a high reverence for these martyrs in his heart.

Song Lao continued: "He was only nineteen years old! There were only eight enemies in total that day, and a cheap bullet would kill him. I still remember that he said to me intermittently before he died: Company commander, help me tell my mother that my son can't give her filial piety......"

Speaking of this, Song Lao's eyes couldn't help but moisten.

Once the success is achieved, there are definitely not a few comrades-in-arms who Song Lao Rongma has experienced in his life, but this experience has become an indelible mark on his life.

Director Lu couldn't help but say, "Chief, how can the resting place of this martyr Yan Xiaodong be left unattended and manage......d?

Song Lao said lightly: "This stele was re-erected when I came to worship Xiaodong thirty years ago, and only a wooden board marked this location back then...... In the past, there was a garrison nearby, and people still came to visit the grave every year, but later it may have been the adjustment of the army's defense and transfer! Look at Zi Xiaodong's grave has been abandoned for many years......

"What does the local government do to eat!" Director Lu said with some indignation, "Chief, I will call the relevant comrades of Southeast Province immediately, this is too unusual!"

Song Lao waved his hand and said, "Xiao Lu, no need." As soon as you come forward, things will turn sour, and when the time comes, a large group of people will tremble and walk on thin ice, and come to the door one by one to review and admit their mistakes, maybe in order to please me, there will be a lot of construction here, rebuilding tombs, erecting statues or something, which is contrary to my original intention, and I don't think Xiaodong wants this either. ”

"But ......," Director Lu felt a little incomprehensible.

Song Lao said lightly: "I believe that Xiaodong is more willing to silently watch over the green mountains and green waters for which he once fought. ”

Then Song Lao said: "Speaking of which, I am also responsible, I just didn't want things to be sour, so I didn't come forward to say hello in person, I have been wanting to come and see it all these years, but because I can't get rid of various things, that's why my brother's grave will be abandoned like this." ”

Xia Ruofei also sighed with emotion in his heart - the old leaders of Song Lao's generation can really be said to have no selfish thoughts.

If it were a small number of officials now, this would be unimaginable.

Xia Ruofei thought for a while and said, "Chief, I suggest that we repair this martyr's tomb at private expense without alarming the local government, and then hire a villager nearby to come over to maintain it regularly." (To be continued.) )