In the evening, Wang Yigong quietly found Zhou Weihan.
"Captain, tomorrow is the day when the fallen comrades will be buried. Our soldiers from the reserve camp have prepared some sacrifices!" Wang Yigong said thiefly.
"Sacrifice? Do you still need my consent for this?"
"This sacrifice is a bit special. I'm a little unsure. The soldiers cut off the heads of several little devils." Wang Yigong said truthfully.
After hearing this, Zhou Weihan rubbed his head and said, "What's your idea? Does Gao Zhiheng know?"
"He doesn't know. This was done secretly by soldiers. I only found out about it at night. Commander, is this not a violation of discipline? This is cutting off the head of a dead little devil, not killing a prisoner!"
Zhou Weihan didn't say he agreed or disagreed, he just said: "Okay, I understand."
"Captain, what about this?"
"Get out!"
Seeing Wang Yigong go out, Zhou Weihan had a headache. It was a blessing that Zhao Gang was not here, otherwise something would have happened again.
Zhou Weihan had no objection in his heart, and the Eighth Route Army did not expressly stipulate that it was not allowed to do this. At the gate of Heshun County, the heads of the little Japs were placed in front of the capital, and a few of the heads of the Little Japs were still left as sacrifices.
The next morning, the day after the battle.
There is a light drizzle in the sky. Today is the day when the fallen soldiers of the New Second Regiment are buried.
The location was chosen at the foot of a mountain in the north of Chenjiayu, which is usually very sunny. There is a small river valley not far away, with mountains and water.
This one was chosen by a local old man, saying it had good feng shui and was suitable for burying these heroes.
Zhou Weihan didn't think too much about it, he just didn't want to cause any trouble to the folks in Chenjiayu. This place is very hidden, and even if the little devils raided it, they wouldn't find it unless they came here specially.
At this time, four to five thousand people gathered in the cemetery at the foot of the mountain, including soldiers from the New Second Regiment, as well as folks from nearby villages ten miles away who came spontaneously.
Zhou Weihan arrived late because Zhao Gang sent an urgent call. When Zhou Weihan arrived, the villagers were grooming the fallen soldiers.
This was specially requested by the villagers to send the soldiers on their last journey.
"Captain, some soldiers have prepared some sacrifices!" Gao Zhiheng, who was temporarily in charge of the funeral, saw Zhou Weihan coming and hurried forward to report.
"Okay, here are some new ideas to bid farewell to your comrades in arms. This is what it should be." Zhou Weihan knew what was going on and nodded.
"But, leader, you'd better go and have a look!" Gao Zhiheng jumped up and down anxiously.
Zhou Weihan passed through the crowd and came forward to take a look, his lungs almost exploded.
I saw the heads of seven little devils placed together. Nagayama Kazuki was kneeling in front of him with his hands tied, his head drooped on the ground, and he kept sobbing.
"What's going on? Using living people as sacrifices?" Zhou Weihan glared and pointed at Wang Yigong and others.
Yongshan Kazuki, who was sobbing just now, suddenly raised his head and kept kowtowing to Zhou Weihan, muttering: "I don't want to die, I have never killed anyone!"
"What are you doing standing still? Get this person back!"
"You're so fucking deaf, I'm going to give you all the pickaxe handles?" Seeing Zhou Weihan getting really angry, Wang Yigong and others quickly called on the soldiers to carry Yongshan Yimu away.
"Captain, we don't want to do anything to this kid, we just want him to see his crimes so that he can be better reformed in the future," Wang Yigong said.
"That won't work either!" Zhou Weihan sternly refused.
This is Zhou Weihan here, and there is still a chance to restrain him. If the ministries act alone in the future, and if this happens again, won't Wang Yigong and the others bury the captured little Japs alive?
Zhou Weihan, the little devil who killed a thousand swords, also wanted to be buried alive, but discipline is discipline.
Zhou Weihan didn't want to open a hole in their thinking. Once the hole was opened, it would only get bigger and bigger.
Zhou Weihan walked slowly among the remains of the fallen soldiers. He wanted to take a last look at the soldiers.
"After all the personal information of the soldiers has been collected, ask the political commissar to send people to send pensions and food to the homes of every soldier who died." Zhou Weihan asked Gao Zhiheng.
"Captain, many of the soldiers in our reserve battalion are not from the north and cannot be contacted at all. Fortunately, those in the supplementary battalion are all from southern Hebei!"
"If you can't deliver, you can wait until the war is victorious and then send someone to contact you. You can't lose the person and your family won't know!"
After Zhou Weihan finished speaking, he paused and squatted down. The soldier in front of him was very familiar to him. His name was Wu Shuangzhu. His family was from Guangping County in southern Hebei Province and he was from the 1st Company of the Supplementary Battalion.
At that time, when Zhang Yuanlan was teaching them, Zhou Weihan was talking to the soldiers of the first company, and Wu Shuangzhu also said that he should know more words and write letters to his family.
Zhou Weihan grinned and wiped Wu Shuangzhu's face with his hand. I wonder if he has written a letter home.
...
"Brothers! Let's go!" Zhou Weihan shouted loudly, holding back tears, and his voice broke.
"Brothers! Walk slowly on the Huangquan Road, brothers will be there soon!" More than a dozen soldiers shouted loudly.
"Buried"
The whole process was solemn and solemn, and the four to five thousand people present did not make the slightest sound for a while.
The soldiers wrapped the bodies of their fallen comrades in white sheets, carried them into the grave, and then began to shovel soil on top.
Gao Zhiheng said the name of each soldier: "Zhang Wuxing, 22 years old, from Changde, Hunan; Wang Sanxi, 26 years old, from Meishan, Sichuan"
...Wu Shuangzhu, 19 years old, from Guangping, southern Hebei."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
The old soldier, wearing a worn but clean military uniform and an apron, ran to the tomb, squatted there and cried bitterly.
To be honest, when a man cries, he makes less noise than when a woman cries, but it is more contagious to the people around him.
Next to the cooking squad leader were several soldiers who were also in the cooking squad. They were either old, weak or young.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! These cooking warriors did not cry along with the old squad leader, but silently took out rice bowls one by one, filled them with rice, and covered them with a few
A piece of braised pork was placed in front of the tomb.
At this time, no one said they were wasting food, no one thought they were in the way, and everyone was watching them.
Many of the soldiers of the New Second Regiment were veterans who had experienced battles. They all shed tears as they watched these comrades who had trained and ate with them a few days ago being gradually buried in the soil.
"Good babies, all good babies!" an elderly man in the crowd kept saying, leaning on a cane with one hand and wiping tears with the other.
"Captain, would you like to erect a tombstone?" Gao Zhiheng said hesitantly.
Zhou Weihan fell silent after hearing this.
Do we need to erect a monument? Yes! Because these soldiers deserve to erect a monument! Even the inscription can be written about their bravery and achievements!
However, Zhou Weihan could not erect a tombstone for them. If the little devil found out, it would not only disturb the soldiers' rest, but also cause trouble to the nearby folks.
"Forget it! From now on..."
Zhou Weihan knew very well that from now on, these soldiers would only appear in his memory and notebooks.
"If there is a future, I will build a monument for our brothers then." Zhou Weihan raised his head and let the rain hit his face.
His face was cold, but his heart was even colder. At this time, no one could understand Zhou Weihan's feelings after experiencing a prosperous age and then entering an era of war and chaos.
Life has to be lived, and the little devils have to be fought. At this time, Zhou Weihan is not only surviving in troubled times alone, but also has to lead the New Second Regiment to survive, so that more Chinese people can live a peaceful life.
A heavy responsibility is weighing on my heart. May peace come sooner!
When the last soldier's body was covered with soil, Zhou Weihan shouted loudly: "Fire the gun and salute!"
The soldiers of the guard company held long guns, pulled the bolts, and pulled the triggers to send their comrades on their last journey.
"Pah, pah, pah..." The sound of gunshots echoed in my ears.
No matter what era, those who sacrifice for the sake of national security, the continuity of the nation, and the interests of the people are the most respectable people!