Rise From Eight Hundred

It was already 9 o'clock in the morning.

The winter sun was warm on my body.

But on this high ground, there was only coldness.

That was the breath of death.

Even the strongest soldiers felt cold all over, which was the soldiers' instinctive resistance to death.

Because on this mountain, more than a thousand people from both China and Japan died in just one day.

It can be said to be a death highland.

But no one chose to leave, and they still stood straight, whether on the mountain or at the bottom of the mountain, their eyes were focused on the top of the mountain...

On the hillside, what was left were the ugly fragments of Japanese soldiers' bodies and the disgusting smell, but on the top of the mountain, it was their brothers' lives.

Now, they came to see them off.

Rows of soldiers stood, their chests held high, staring at their superiors.

The lieutenant general of the army led the major general of the army, the colonel of the army led three lieutenant colonels, and the six officers with the highest ranks on this position were digging in the sweat of the rain on the top of the mountain, which had been bombed soft by heavy artillery.

That is, digging graves for all the officers and soldiers who died on this high ground.

This is also the rule set by Tang Dao for the independent battalion. Whenever there are sufficient conditions after the war, the highest commander must dig graves for the dead.

As commanders, they can't do more for the soldiers who obeyed their orders and went to death, so they should help them dig the hard soil with their own hands!

After hearing this strange military order from Tang Dao, the lieutenant general of the army said nothing, pushed his orderly aside, took the initiative to pick up the engineer shovel, and joined the labor.

Hot sweat rolled down and dripped into the soil.

The generals and colonels dripped hot sweat, but the soldiers standing upright around them shed hot tears.

The so-called soldiers die for their confidants, but that's it! The commander dug a grave for us, and we should die for the commander.

As the only soldier who could walk down from this position by himself, Potato stood aside blankly. Next to him were bullet boxes covered with tattered military uniforms, but there were not many of them.

He might be the only soldier qualified to dig graves with generals, colonels and lieutenant colonels, but he didn't go. He chose to keep vigil.

Accompanying the brothers he just found.

Standing and accompanying.

However, there was only one person keeping vigil.

The extremely desolate back made people feel sad.

Tan Tai Mingyue looked at the lonely back of the soldier with pity in her eyes.

She originally wanted to use a camera to record the back of Potato, but she couldn't bear it after all. She was afraid that this photo that could shock everyone would become a lifelong nightmare for this soldier who was only sixteen years old.

Because behind loneliness, there are countless sacrifices! Even if he is over sixty in the future, he will be heartbroken when he recalls this scene!

No one can forget the look of this second-class soldier of the Sichuan Army when he found a piece of blue cloth stained with blood and flesh during the previous battlefield cleaning.

He held it in his palm, and then carefully put it into the ammunition box, muttering softly: "Big pot, I'm sorry! I hurt you."

A piece of flesh and blood scorched by flames, how could it know what pain is? If it were in the past, the veterans would definitely laugh at the fragility of this little soldier, but at this time, the soldiers who saw this scene could not control their tears.

Much more fragile than the little soldier who never shed tears.

Yes, if we compare tears, Potato can really be regarded as the strongest soldier on this battlefield.

The lieutenant general who climbed this hill shed tears, and the major general of the army shed tears.

Cheng Tieshou, a company commander who was regarded as an iron head by everyone, howled to the sky when he stepped into this position.

His fire support platoon and his treasured machine gun were all turned into dust.

The iron-man company commander trembled his lips, and took his platoon leaders and squad leaders of the fire support company to search around the position, trying to find traces of his brothers, but unfortunately, the reality made him extremely desperate.

The fire support platoon with the most complete organization used grenades to blow up the machine gun without shells at the last moment, picked up rifles and became infantry, and kept defending the position on the top of the mountain. In the end, all members died on the top of the mountain.

The only five seriously injured soldiers who were transported down the mountain died three in the early morning, and two more died after dawn.

The fire support platoon of Captain Tietou was truly annihilated on this winter morning, and no one was left.

Captain Tietou couldn't find his soldiers, they had already merged with this position.

He howled to the sky, and his face was full of tears.

But compared to the little soldier who didn't shed a single tear but seemed a little "neurotic", everyone knew that the little soldier's sorrow was even greater than his.

Because all of his more than 200 brothers were here.

It was extremely difficult to find a piece of blue military uniform cloth with flesh and blood.

Under the bombardment of more than a hundred shells, there was almost no intact object on this small hill of only a few thousand square meters, except for the soil. Whether it was a person, a gun, or anything else, they were all shattered.

The reason why the bullet boxes were used as coffins was because there were no intact ones, only broken ones. It was considered lucky to find a hand or a foot.

Dozens of tall Tibetan men were only packed in three boxes, which were filled with military uniform fragments as a sign of their own personnel.

There were actually more Japanese troops on the battlefield. Under the power of the shells, the two sides who had once fought to the death had long since merged into one, and it was difficult to distinguish them from each other.

Potato's thin and sad back made Tan Tai Ming Yue stop in her tracks. She could only watch and wait quietly like all the soldiers.

Waiting for him to recover from the pain is also the responsibility of the soldiers.

Soldiers must learn to bear the sacrifice and the pain of their comrades leaving, otherwise how can they support the country and the nation. In any era, they must be strong and have a heart as hard as steel. Even if he is weak, he must be strong.

No one comforted him, because no one could comfort him.

The sadness of almost all comrades dying in battle is a sadness that only those who are in it can understand; after the victory, there is no one to hug and celebrate, and only one's own heart can feel the pain.

Tan Tai Ming Yue did not use a camera in the end, but wrote the article about the Japanese soldiers in the battlefield titled "Lonely Back" with her own pen.

Yes, this battle of Laoshushan, which defeated tens of thousands of Japanese troops, can be recorded in the history of the Sino-Japanese War. If it is published in the name of victory, it can be regarded as a shot in the arm for the already exhausted defense of Nanjing, but Tan Tai Mingyue still stubbornly uses "Lonely Back" as the title.

"This is the back of a soldier after a victory. I know that after a victory, you and I, as well as the top military officials, are all smiling, because nearly a thousand Japanese invaders were killed here, and the Japanese invaders' front line around Nanjing was blocked.

But for this soldier, he lost his comrades who accompanied him day and night, the big brothers who used to rub his dirty hair and call him a fool, and the big brothers who took the initiative to leave him the hope of survival at the last moment.

The only thing left for him is loneliness!

I can't take a picture of this monument with a camera. Yes, that's right. This lonely back can only be interpreted as a monument, because behind him are the sacrifices of the soldiers.

They are extremely ordinary, but when they choose to go to the battlefield and guard the lights of thousands of Chinese homes, they are a monument, a monument of China!"

I don't know that many painters, based on Tan Tai Mingyue's description, tried to use their brushes to restore the desolate and slightly hunched back of the young soldier, but no matter how superb their painting skills were, they could not paint the person in Tan Tai Mingyue's pen.

Until one day decades later, a white-haired old man in yellow-green old military uniform stood for a long time under the No. 3 Hill War Memorial, from early morning to dusk, and then stood at attention and shouted: "Report to the chief, the 7th and 9th companies should have 283 people, but only 1 person has arrived!"

A photographer who specializes in photographing old war sites was lucky enough to capture the back of this old man.

His figure was bleak and hunched, but his waist was straight!

Decades of time passed in a flash, black hair turned white, but he still returned as a young man, and the person in his pen was still the person in the painting.

Decades, he was still not able to come out. Provide you with the fastest update of Rising from Eight Hundred, Chapter 648 is finally the person in the painting for free reading.