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The wind in the northwest is biting, and the weather after October feels like a sudden change of world.

On the plains of the north, fine snowflakes fell from the frozen sky.

The crystal is like diamonds, shimmering with a silver cold glow, slowly floating to the earth.

The pale white sky and the yellowing of the earth gradually merged into a line at the end of the distance.

It's so poignant that it's like a background wall in a fairy tale!

Lao Zhang walks in the wind and snow, is in his eighties this year, and is a monument keeper, with the national border in front of him.

He lived here all his life and stayed after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War.

He has never had a family in his life, has no children and no daughters, what woman will accompany him to suffer in such a bitter cold place

?" "Lao Zhang, is the inspection finished?"

Not far away, a small team came, probably composed of twenty-three or four people.

It is a regular border army of the state.

The one who spoke was the captain with the recruit team, who had been living on the border for 5 years.

Lao Zhang's eyes crossed the captain and looked at the group of children behind him, ranging from 18~20 years old, with childishness on their faces.

"Boys, are you cold?"

"Not cold

!" "I'm young and hot..."

"Hahaha!"

The captain glared back and said angrily, "Don't forget the emblem on your heads, touch the pattern on your armband."

Now you're on a mission, you're patrolling the border, what a hippie smile.

Five-kilometer cross-country, start now!

" "Ahh

The captain looked at the recruits and shouted, "Ten kilometers of cross-country, you can't run and you won't have anything to eat

!" "Yes!"

No matter what kind of small group you are in, there will be a leader.

At this time, the young man who took the head, with a resolute face, took a step and didn't give the young life behind him a chance to complain.

"All of them, keep up with the left and right, 10 kilometers of cross-country, target direction, boundary monuments

!" "Run and go!"

The cold and thick voice, with the army's unique slogan emphasis, echoed over and over again in the fine wind and snow.

This team, full of fresh vitality, moved forward neatly.

The captain also followed, and said to Lao Zhang before leaving: "It's cold now, so don't patrol the boundary every day."

You are so old, you have to be careful with your body!" "

I don't worry about your patrols, I don't walk far, 20 kilometers a day. The

captain shook his head and smiled bitterly, they didn't know what Lao Zhang's name was, anyway, it was Lao Zhang.

"Go back, Uncle Zhang, I'm going too!" Lao Zhang

looked at the team that disappeared from view, his eyes were blurred, and the youthful vitality that was displayed in it seemed to have broken open the door of his long-sealed memory, and let him see the pictures that had appeared countless times in his dreams.

In his distant memory, on that day, the color of the sky seemed to be red, and he was too old to tell whether it was the fiery red after the artillery fire was burning, or the bright red after the blood flowed into a river.

The name of the Sichuan Army's regular organization of the assault regiment deterred the entire Japanese Imperial Legion, making it fearful, and the tiger is still there.

On that day, the day of the fall from the sky, with the North Glacier as the dividing line, the most tragic human flesh battle was staged.

More than 300 of the enemy's heavy firepower machine guns were mounted on the embankment of the river dam, and more than 130 barrels of small portable steel cannons.

In the face of the suppression of the heavy firepower of the Japanese invaders, the assault regiment that had walked out of its homeland from the Sichuan border stepped out at this time, and the regiment commander ordered all weapons except grenades to be unloaded and lightly armed.

With more than 1,700 men, the assault regiment became the most terrifying beast on the battlefield, paving the way in the front with its flesh, tearing a bottomless gap in the vast net suppressed by the enemy's heavy weapons.

When they rushed to the dam, there were only more than 300 people left in the regiment, and they directly pulled the grenade in their hands.

At this point, the blockade wall of the river dam embankment was completely shattered

! The rear troops successfully landed on the shore, and the sky was dark! In

the end, it seemed that Lao Zhang was left in the stormtrooping regiment, who was young at that time, and was always protected by the detachment commander.

When he rushed ashore, Lao Zhang was ready to die with the enemy, but the detachment leader, whose intestines had already been shot out by machine guns, snatched the grenade from his hand and jumped directly into the enemy's encirclement.

He fainted from the aftermath and woke up in the arms of the military doctor.

He still remembers the military doctor crying and saying to him:

"Stormtrooper, you are the only one left..."

Now he just wants to guard this land, guard the soul of the stormtrooper, and guard the life given to him by the captain.

"Old Uncle Zhang, I've cooked soup, let's drink some!" Suddenly

a voice came from the wind and snow, breaking his memory.

"Xiao Zheng, don't you platoon have a task today?" Lao Zhang walked over there with a smile, holding the Sichuan Soul Medal hanging on his chest tightly.

Under the pale white sky, the old man walks forward in the fine snow, behind which is the faith that guards his life, and it is also the countless loyal souls...