"Brothers, let's go!"

I don't know how long it took, but Old Tang picked up the large dark green water glass in front of him, shook it at the dense water glass of the same color, and then tremblingly leaned to his lips, raised his neck and drank.

I don’t know when, after every fierce battle, the heavy fire company would use this way of drinking to commemorate their fallen comrades. This was how Lao Ge did it when he first entered the court; after the battle at Songhu Peak, Lao Tang continued this tradition

Come down, now he is sitting on the grass, with 215 water glasses in front of him.

That means that 215 heavy firepower soldiers will stay in Tieyuan forever in the land where iron will burn. You must know that the full strength of the heavy firepower company is only 224 people, which means that when the position is withdrawn, only 9 will survive.

people.

Among them, only Old Tang is the only one who has the ability to move around. However, despite this, at this morning's meritorious service awards ceremony, Old Tang was still wearing bandages and walking on crutches to receive the banner.

At that moment, he didn't say anything, but his clothes were wet with tears.

At this same moment, when a large glass of warm wine is consumed, it immediately turns into rolling tears falling down.

“They are all great!”

Bai Yi was also a little jealous. He picked up the Erguotou beside him and filled Old Tang's empty water glass again. He watched the clear and mellow white wine slowly fill the thick dark green water glass. Old Tang's face was flushed with alcohol and was already irritated.

Wiping the tears on his face, he smiled miserably at Bai Yi and asked a very strange question: "Old Bai, do you think that in ten or twenty years, when people of our generation are gone, will there be any more people?"

Does anyone remember those dead brothers?"

Bai Yi, who had just poured the wine, did not expect that Old Tang would ask such a question. The hand holding the wine bottle trembled slightly, and two drops of crystal wine dropped, stirring up the already full wine.

At the same time as it rippled, it also overflowed and sprinkled a little on the crisp grass tips.

"Why do you ask?" Bai Yi was a little confused.

Old Tang seemed to be drunk. He squinted his drunken eyes, with an expression that showed whether he was crying or laughing, and said angrily: "I don't know, but I just want to ask, because the old company commander said

, time will make people forget everything!”

The old company commander is Lao Ge, but this sentence is not original to Lao Ge, but what Bai Yi said to Lao Ge when Li Jinglin left Baiyun Factory. Unexpectedly, the guy told Lao Tang, and Lao Tang

He said this sentence to himself intact.

Bai Yi didn’t know how to answer. Time will make people forget everything. This sentence is really true. When young people decades later are addicted to the pleasure of games, they will really remember those who fought for the tranquility of the motherland decades ago.

And the martyrs who shed their blood in foreign countries?

Decades from now, when people look up at the tall buildings and lament the unfairness of their fate and blame others, will they think of those soldiers who fought on the battlefield with blood to protect their compatriots from misery?

Decades later, when people are enjoying a prosperous life and singing and dancing in peace, who will remember the soldiers who fought against China and brought out the Chinese spirit in the mountains and rivers of three thousand miles?

No one can give the answer, because time is really cruel!

"Why don't you speak?"

The drunken old Tang seemed to be very concerned about this question. Seeing that Bai Yi did not answer, and seemed to be determined not to give up until he reached his goal, Bai Yi still did not answer, but picked up the wine bottle from the ground and drank a few sips of strong liquor.

, a spicy taste of alcohol immediately filled his body.

Seeing this, Old Tang couldn't help but smile miserably, feeling a little sad, a little helpless, and even more inexplicably sad: "It seems I was right! Time can really forget everything."

"It is undeniable that you are right!"

Bai Yi's cheeks were flushed red from the stimulation of alcohol, but his dark eyes became brighter and brighter: "But don't forget, the soul that was fought in this battle cannot be erased even by time.

"

"What soul?" Old Tang was a little confused.

"Friends are here, there is good wine!" Bai Yi shook the wine bottle in his hand, took another sip, and then made a shooting gesture with his hand and continued: "If the jackal comes, it will be greeted with a shotgun!"

Perhaps from a personal perspective, the continuation of time will turn the bloody Korean War from the memories of the elderly into the history in books, and then from the history in books into monotonous nouns that are easy to forget, but it is undeniable that

This battle brought decades of peace in China.

One battle will determine the fate of the country!

It is precisely because of this that people living in China will be able to enjoy life leisurely in a few decades, complain about others in high-rise buildings, and stay in secret rooms all night playing games.

The powerful soul condensed on the Korean battlefield not only made the Chinese people stand up, but also made the Chinese people truly stand up. This is something that history cannot erase, and time cannot erase.

No one can deny that even if time is cruel, it will never be possible.

Therefore, this soul has been left behind and is rooted in the bone marrow of every Chinese. His existence cannot be seen in the usual all-night games; he is still rebellious against him when he blames others; he may even be forgotten when he is singing and dancing.

But when the country is in crisis and the nation's survival is at stake, this spirit inherited from the Korean War will be stimulated. In the unprecedented earthquake; in the military industry that is constantly catching up; in the maritime disputes that are besieged on all sides; in the aftermath of keeping a low profile and biding time.

The rise is explosive; in the phrase "Awesome, my country" that frequently appears on the Internet, this soul has been proven countless times that he is very powerful!

Old Tang didn't know these too profound things. He only knew that those dead brothers could be remembered by others. As for the so-called souls, the dead people were just souls.

The simple idea made Old Tang very satisfied with the simple answer, even if in fact the answer was not simple.

So, Old Tang nodded with satisfaction and raised his wine glass again. At this moment, a neatly-dressed team passed by in neat steps. A young soldier glanced at the situation on Bai Yi's side.

Puzzled, he asked the monitor next to him: "Squad monitor, what are they doing?"

"It's probably to pay homage to the dead comrades!" The squad leader was obviously someone who had come before, and the little soldier's expression became a little ugly. Upon seeing this, the squad leader glared at the little soldier angrily: "What? Are you scared?"

"No...no!"

"It's fine if we don't have it. The examples of the martyrs are there, opening up such a good situation for us. If we can't win the battle of Shangganling this time, I won't be able to see anyone even if I'm thick-skinned!"

"Don't worry, monitor, I, Zhang Taofang, promise to make you look good."

"As for your shooting skills? You better practice some more!" The squad leader curled his lips in annoyance, then glanced at the team and started to speak at the top of his voice: "Cross the Yalu River with great vigor and get ready to sing!"

The loud singing instantly filled the wilderness. Listening to the majestic and powerful singing, thinking back to the conversation between the young soldier and the squad leader, Old Tang finally showed a happy smile and raised his glass to Bai Yi. Bai Yi knew how to use the wine.
Chapter completed!