After watching the epitaph, Duan Zetao shuddered, and his tears came down. The battle of Changshan that year was extremely fierce. Because of the traitor leaked, the three ace coalitions of the Japanese army surrounded the Eighth Route Army.
In order to cover the transfer of the main forces, the local guerrillas took the initiative to take the initiative to block the mission.
The thirty -eight warriors used Xiaomi and the rifle was that the three Japanese troops were armed in the teeth ace coalition to stay in the Xie Jiayu for a whole twelve hours, which won a valuable time for the transfer of the main force of the Eighth Route Army.
Even the stones were smashed, and only ten grenades were left. The Warriors rushed to the Japanese army with the grenades, ranging the fuse and holding the devils. Except for the captain Zhu Ziye being hit by a bullet, he fell down the mountain cliff and was lucky enough to be.
The branches hang up to escape from death, and the remaining thirty -seven martyrs are sacrificed!
When the main force of the Eighth Route Army was killed, they were stunned by the tragic scene. The explosion of the grenades had broken the body branch of 37 martyrs, which could not be distinguished. Everyone had to bury them together and built ten.
The martyr's tomb, the seriously injured pillar was unable to follow the troops to transfer, so they took the initiative to stay to protect the ten martyrs' tombs.
The reason why Duan Zetao shed tears is not only because of the spirit of being forgotten by these 37 martyrs' life, but also because he saw the last familiar name of the epitaph, "Eighth Route Army's independent brigade commander ** (
"Father Xiao's name) Standing"!
Father Xiao went through a hundred battles throughout his life. The Battle of Changshan may not be a great battle.
What an indelible impression.
Father Xiao has been dead for several years. At this time, he saw his ink in this distant small mountain village. His sound and laughter suddenly appeared in Duan Zetao's mind at once, as if seeing Grandpa one hand with one hand, and his other hand splashed ink.
, Sprinkle with the grief of the martyrs and the anger to the invaders.
Seeing the thoughts, Duan Zetao was completely caught in a deep grief, gently rubbing the inscription of Mr. Xiao on the stele with his palm, and the tears couldn't stop flowing down, murmuring: "Grandpa, the grandson is here, the grandson is coming
When you have been fighting, you can rest assured that today you and the revolutionary martyrs are created today and are destroyed by those ** molecules! Never allow you to use the glorious image of the party that you defend.
Inaction bureaucrats defile! ... ".
The Lord Zhu was surprised. This young government officials did the show too much. They actually cried, and stopped the chopping firewood. She looked at Duan Zetao strangely.
It was fake, but the true feelings, because he often held the tombstone like this, talking to himself, as if the comrades in the tomb could hear it, as if the comrades stood beside him and looked at himself.
The expression of God's Wanli is unable to disguise.
Zhu Ziye walked curiously, and wanted to listen to what Duan Zetao was murmuring to speak to himself. Listening, his face changed greatly, and his body trembled.
Passing: "You ... you are the brigade ... the grandson of the brigade commander?! You ... your grandpa is ... Xiao ** ?! ...".
In the whole year, Grandpa Chuzi is practicing martial arts all year round. Under this excitement, the power is huge. Duan Zetao only felt a pain on his shoulders. He returned to his grandfather from the memories of Grandpa.
Seeing Grandpa's old man, Duan Zetao's mood was also happy and excited, and he nodded heavily: "Yes, my grandpa is Xiao **, I am his grandson! ...".
"Brigadier ... Is his body okay?!", Lord Zhu Ziye trembled, his eyes were already tears in his eyes.
"Grandpa ... Grandpa he has gone ...", Duan Zetao said with a sad way.
"Ah!", As Lord Zhu was hit by a lightning, he suddenly burst into tears, and finally cried.
Do you go to fight a devil?! You all left one by one, so I left me, the guy who had damaged as early as sixty years ago, and lived alone, what do I mean by living?! ... ".
Duan Zetao felt the revolutionary friendship between life and death between the older generation, and the root of the nose was also sour. He quickly comforted: "Pillar, my grandfather, he was very serene, and he was not guilty.
No, we living people should cherish the present, for ourselves, and for the dying of the relatives. If my grandfather knows that you are still alive, he will be very happy! ... ".
Lord Zhuzi slowly stopped his sadness, wiped his tears with his sleeves, and smiled and smiled: "Yeah, God, God is not thin, so that I can hear the news of the brigadier again in my lifetime,
I can still see the grandson of the brigade, and I die without regrets! ... ".
Speaking of a smile, he said to Duan Zetao: "What officials are you now?! Can you really preside over us?! ..."..
Duan Zetao was stunned. This pillar was really empty. Why did you ask his official position and replied truthfully: "I am now the executive deputy governor who presides over the comprehensive work of the Xishan Provincial Government.
Understand the real situation of the grassroots and understand the safety supervision of Xishan coal mining enterprises ... ".
Grandpa Zhu laughed, and his beard shook: "God finally opened his eyes, and sent the grandson of the old brigade to help us preside over justice! ..." Then he turned around and looked at Grandpa for a while for a while for a while for a while.
Crying for a while and laughed a little inexplicable pillar shouting: "Pillar, go to the bedside of Grandpa to bring that gong ...".
The pillar is even more strange. There is a gongs hanging on the bedside of the pillar. Grandpa wipes the gongs with a soft cloth every day before going to bed, and wipes it brightly, but never let him touch it. Ask him this side.
The gongs do not answer, and he did n’t answer. Once he was naughty, he secretly knocked on the gong. He had never hit his own grandfather, but he fought his butt fiercely. From then on
Knocking on the gong, but the curiosity in my heart is even worse. What kind of secret does this gongs have?!
Now Grandpa is finally about to unveil the secret of this gong. Zhuzi hurriedly ran into the room and handed it to the grandfather with the gong in the gong.
Sighing: "Old guy, you have not been sounded for sixty years, and you are finally going to come in handy today! ...".