Our bullets were exhausted in the battle ahead. But the battalion commander rushed over with the remaining 67 of us, and none of them timidly or retreated. In this way, the military song hummed softly, and used bayonets to hit the Japanese position, killing through the Japanese squad. We annihilated 54 Japanese soldiers and rescued the whole village. I was the only person who survived the entire battalion. Before dying, the battalion commander held my hand tightly and said: You are the only seed of our battalion, and you must bring the battalion flag back. Take it back and tell the regiment commander that none of our battalions are afraid of death, and they are all dead on the way to charge. The battalion commander said that if I go back to see the regiment commander, I will tell the regiment commander that we don’t want the title of the great battalion, and just give us the title of the death camp. Because we dare to die! For victory and for the people, fight to the death, and never retreat! I promised the battalion commander that I would definitely bring the camp flag back. From that day on, from the day when I was the only one left in our camp, our camp had only one title.