Tan Shuangxi handed him the notebook left by Li Anze. Li Anze likes to write diaries when he has nothing to do, and there is also a pension check. When his brother-in-law took it, he smiled bitterly and said, "Everyone is gone, why do you need money? Little Li."
"How did he die and where was he?" Sister Li cried for a long time and finally raised her head with tears in her eyes and asked.
"Saving people, Li Anze saves people to death."
She cried: "He has liked helping others since he was a child! He never thinks about himself... If you don't think about yourself, you also think about your sister..."
The woman burst into tears and complained nonchalantly. Tan Shuangxi was sitting on pins and needles, so he could only follow the pre-arranged rhetoric and said: "When we were in Guangxi, during the Battle of Guilin... when we rushed into the Ming army's camp, there was a fight on the other side.
With one shot, Xiao Lizi pushed the two soldiers next to him to the ground, but was injured himself."
Tan Shuangxi looked at Zhang Laicai, as if to imply that the person who was rescued was him: "The wound was on the neck... He was gone soon."
Zhang Laicai glanced at Tan Shuangxi, because when we were discussing the lie, this role originally belonged to Tan Shuangxi, but Tan Shuangxi would rather give him the luck of being saved from the edge of death.
"Cannon, hit on the neck..." she murmured, as if she couldn't believe it.
"It passed in an instant." Tan Shuangxi said, "Basically I didn't feel anything. I didn't feel anything at all..."
"Just like the youngest son of the Fu family in the east, who was hit by a tile when the wind blew." Her husband helped explain, "He fainted immediately and didn't even feel any pain at all. Yeah!"
But after thinking about it for a while, the woman still shed tears and kept crying.
The brother-in-law glanced at the two of them, nodded, and helped Sister Li into the inner room. Tan Shuangxi was sitting in the main room, with his knees tightly together, and there were a few childish chirps above his head. When he looked up, he saw that there were knots on the wooden purlins on the roof.
A mud nest with two baby swallows poking their heads out.
After a while, Sister Li came out with her husband. She was already feeling better. She was holding a stack of envelopes in her hands. At a glance, she knew they were military mail sent back from the camp.
She showed the letter to the two of them and looked at it together. The surface of the envelope was wrinkled and stained in some places, but every crease was carefully flattened. It was obvious that the person who kept it was very careful.
Tan Shuangxi stroked the letter, took out several pages from an envelope full of familiarity, and unfolded it to see that it was Li Anze's own handwriting. The words were very large and twisted. This was not a letter.
People have a low level of education, but when they are marching on the battlefield and have free time to take out a piece of paper and write a few sentences, they can only write with a backpack and a big stone.
"Sister, I'm living a good life in the north, don't worry about it. I eat well, sleep well, and marching is no harder than usual training. I'm already fat! The morale of the team is very high, and the Ming army is vulnerable.
There are crowds welcoming us everywhere..." As Tan Shuangxi read, he remembered that when they just crossed the strait and landed in the northern continent, Li Anze was smiling and seemed to be familiar with everyone. But then he lost weight very quickly.
, because I suffered from indigestion there.
"I have been promoted to lieutenant, and the word "agent" has been removed from my title. Now I am an official platoon leader, in charge of dozens of brothers. I am young, but they all obey me..."
Li Anze is almost the youngest in the platoon. Most sergeants and veterans have served for more than three years. When young officers come to the army, they will not be able to defeat the veterans without any real skills. Tan Shuangxi is quite convinced on this point. Once he joins
In battle, he was a determined and courageous soldier, and all the soldiers in the platoon admired him. Whether forming a horizontal line to fire a volley, attacking in a column, or attacking with skirmishers, Li Anze always stood first.
"I miss home. I want to eat the fish you cooked, the dried squid made by Aunt Fu in the village, the fragrance of the rice flowers at night, the pond on the mountain, and fishing at the beach during my next vacation. I really hope that my parents will
If you are still there, you can wait at home for me to come back. You are not busy with the marriage thing you said, let’s talk about it after the war.”
Li Anze's mother died young and his father did not remarry. He raised his two siblings by doing carpentry work. Li Anze originally went to military school and the family business started to prosper, but his father died in an accident while going out to work.
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"...Our battalion has now been transferred to Guangxi to fight. You have never seen the scenery here, it is all mountains! Northern Guangdong is also a mountain, and there are more mountains here. The march just keeps turning in the mountains! Do you think it will happen soon?
When we walked out, we turned a corner and saw mountains again, which made our heads spin..."
The mountains keep turning. Yes, there are so many mountains in Guangxi. During the Battle of Guilin, the entire battalion walked two hundred miles in three days to rescue Guilin. They had to march at night, endlessly going up and down the mountain, and endlessly turning.
The company commander was impatient and kept asking the guide how far it was. The guide always said, it’s almost there, it’s just a matter of turning around this mountain. But as a result, turning around this mountain will only see more mountains.
.Don’t think about how far it is, don’t think about where you want to go, just follow it.
"...According to the chief, Yangshuo is a beautiful place. There are many places to eat and drink in the city, but I didn't see anything. Most of the houses were burned down, and there were dead people everywhere. One of the officers and soldiers actually exposed it in the county seat.
Robbery, a street was robbed from beginning to end, and many people were killed. Several big families on the street had their whole families killed, and there were also some children who could not walk. The National Army cleaning up the battlefield fished them out of a well.
There were fourteen people, and only one little girl was still alive. Looking at the corpses on the ground, we couldn't say a word. I couldn't eat all day long, and I thought of those poor people every time I closed my eyes. We have seen a lot of bad people.
Well, this is the first time I have seen someone so bad and inhumane at all..."
Lieutenant Li had a relatively happy childhood. The only thing he could say was "bitter" at the company's grievance meeting was that there was a "country sage" who refused to pay his father's wages. This created his honest and kind-hearted nature. It can be seen that
He doesn't like the suffering in the world. Whenever he encounters such a scene, he will have trouble sleeping and eating. When fighting, this emotion will turn into extremely passionate hatred.
The letter ended here. Tan Shuangxi raised his head from the letter and said to Sister Li: "He didn't suffer much, he just passed away in one go..." As if this sentence could compensate for something,
This letter was actually sent by Tan Shuangxi on behalf of Li Anze. After the war in Guilin, when Li Anze was being carried onto the hospital ship in a hurry, Li Anze handed it to him. After a while, it was here again.
I saw the familiar envelope and the content that was once private, but the person who wrote the letter was no longer there. The parting in Guilin, that last touch, neither Tan Shuangxi nor Li Anze expected that they would be forever apart. Thinking of this
, Tan Shuangxi's eyes were sore and he couldn't help but shed tears.
Li Anze's wound was on his stomach. When Tan Shuangxi rushed over, he was covering the wound with an enamel bowl, and blood was flowing out from between his fingers. Seeing Tan Shuangxi coming over with a first aid kit, he cared and said, "Tie it up for me."
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If the abdomen is injured, follow the wound treatment procedures and cover the wound with a clean bowl or cup to prevent intestinal leakage. Tan Shuangxi remembered these tips and quickly tied up the wound for him.
"There are two more!" Li Anze looked a little pale and gestured.
There were two soldiers beside him, lying motionless on the ground. A shot of shotgun swept across the left wing of the entire platoon at close range.
When Tan Shuangxi came back, Li Anze was sitting on the ground leaning against a tree, and the wound on his abdomen was reinforced by himself. Tan Shuangxi looked at it and saw that there was nothing. There was no more blood seeping out, and it would probably be fine for a while.
"Both of them are dead." Tan Shuangxi said, sitting down next to him, taking out a cigarette and lighting it for himself, "The Ming army has fled and the battle is over. Now we will start cleaning up the battlefield."
"Give me a bite."
"You were just injured..."
"I didn't hurt my lungs. I just stopped eating and drinking when my intestines came out. I didn't say I needed to stop smoking."
"Okay." Tan Shuangxi put the cigarette in his mouth on Li Anze's mouth, "Just take a few puffs to refresh yourself. This will cause serious injury. You have to be careful."
"How many casualties have there been in the platoon?"
"Two people were killed, and you have four more who need to be sent to the hospital for minor or serious injuries."
Li Anze took a breath and said with a smile: "This injury will not come back in a short time. You are a good sergeant. You should also take on the duties of platoon leader..." As he said this, he pointed to his officer's shoulder bag.
, "Get it for me."
Tan Shuangxi opened his satchel for him, and Li Anze took out his officer's notebook, wrote a note on it, and tore it off. Scrawled in pencil, it read: "I recommend Infantry Sergeant Comrade Tan Shuangxi to serve as the acting platoon of this platoon.
"Long". Below is his signature.
Then he took out a booklet "Cultivating Commander's Qualities" and put it into Tan Shuangxi's hand: "This book is very good. You should read it when you have time. It will be of great benefit."
"I will read the book carefully, and you have a good rest. Don't worry about it." Tan Shuangxi saw that he was a little depressed and said quickly.
The hospital ship arrived very quickly, but it was very crude. It was a locally requisitioned cargo ship with brackets and seats for fixing stretchers. There were also two medical soldiers and a battalion medical kit on it. The seriously injured were taken to the hospital one by one first.
They carried them up, and then the lightly wounded. Tan Shuangxi helped the stretcher soldiers carry the platoon leader onto the ship. Looking at the ship full of wounded and the deck covered in blood, he couldn't help but panic. Li Anze asked a few things, and then
He comforted him and said, "It's okay. It's more comfortable to take a boat than a car." Then he said, "I'll leave the affairs of the platoon to you."
"I will definitely do it well!" Tan Shuangxi stood at attention and saluted.
"Go ahead," Li Anze said, "wait for me to come back."
This was the last time he saw Li Anze. When the troops returned to Guangzhou to rest, the wounded soldiers returning from the hospital brought the news of Li Anze's death. Tan Shuangxi only remembered a few words "wound infection", but no last words or deathbed words.
Care, without the comfort of a doctor, just these few words, took away a living person, Tan Shuangxi's most beloved platoon leader Li Anze.