AWB Chapter 256 Respect, Old Hero!!!
Chapter 256 Respect, Old Hero!!!
The advancing troops, with their battle flags flying and covered in snow, were mighty and stretched for five or six miles.
At the entrance of every village, the most respected elder in the village stood, holding a dark brown pottery bowl, and even in the biting cold wind, he never moved.
Behind these old men were villagers who came spontaneously, and war drums that were never played except during festivals.
The sound of war drums is heavy and tragic.
The crowd was solemn and all dressed in white.
The bowl is full of liquor, and the aroma can be smelled from ten miles away.
"Cheers, old hero!!!"
"Cheers, old hero!!!"
"Cheers, old hero!!!"
Wow...
As the dark brown pottery bowls were smashed into pieces, a series of decisive and hoarse sounds drifted in all directions.
"Build a monument, follow!!!"
"rise……"
With labored roars, eight strong and tall men exerted their strength at the same time, lifted up the stone tablet that was more than two meters high, and slowly walked to the front of the team, while the others silently joined the end of the team.
Inscription:
xx village, village rules: people with small feet are not allowed to enter or walk around!
Clan rules: Those who betray their clan and ancestors, or have an affair with a woman with bound feet, will have their limbs cut off and be removed from the family tree. Those who carry out the punishment will be executed, and their families will be raised by the entire clan.
On one side, the words "small foot basin" are specially engraved.
The words are simple and plain.
There were no flowery words, no passionate speeches, but they were resolute and full of murderous intent.
The more than ten cars following behind all had wooden expressions on their faces as they watched and listened to the reports coming from the front.
They have not experienced that era, and all they have seen are history books, materials, and film and television dramas.
But today, they suddenly discovered that in this land, there are places as strong as Lushun, Tengchong and Shibei Town.
At first, they were panicked, confused, and anxious...
I feel that Pancun has finally made a breakthrough.
But now, they slowly calmed down, all looked at the villagers in front of them with admiration and respect, then slowly got out of the car and followed on foot.
Due to their status, they cannot express their support clearly.
They even had to risk angering the villagers and have Yamamoto Hen and the other two sent to the hospital, but they could express their respect for the old hero and martyrs.
especially,
That figure who was about the same age as their children,
At such a young age, in just over half a year, he has accomplished what many people cannot achieve in their entire lives.
he,
Worthy of being a good boy of China,
Worthy of being a Chinese man...
Pan Yinian took two quick steps, took the rope from his father's hand, and dragged Yamamoto Hen's arm forward.
But then, Pan Yinian felt his arm dragging on the ground behind him become lighter.
Pan Yinian turned his head and looked.
Su Ying found a rope from somewhere and tied it around Yamamoto's hen's arm without feeling dirty. She smiled at him, took two quick steps, and walked forward with him, dragging Yamamoto's hen's arm.
Pan Yinian was slightly startled, then a smile appeared on his face. He looked at the convoys roaring in front of him and parked on both sides of the road. He straightened his back, exchanged a glance with the other men dragging Yamamoto Hen's arms and legs, and took two quick steps, passing Pan Anbang and the other three, and then the long line of stone tablets...
It’s like the successor who took over the baton and walked forward with head held high.
"Snow covers the setting sun, ice covers the cold mountains, and the iron bones stand proudly against the wind.
Laugh at the foolishness and vain tricks of the Japanese invaders; a real man is determined to restore the country.
There are clouds and mists in South Manchuria, flames in Songjiang, and cavalry galloping across the country.
You must come tomorrow to see the sorghum and soybeans, the fields are all yellow and red.
The White Mountain looks up to the sky, and overlooks the vast forest, where lush ancient pines stand.
I wonder where the heroic spirits are. Can the younger generations remember: how heroic they were back then, and how calm they were that day?
Looking back again, the poem was written in blood, and China should pay attention to it.
Don’t forget, there are still ghosts worshipping ghosts, and thick clouds on the sea...”
After reading Yang Jingyu's Qinyuanchun...
Pan Anbang and his companions, their hands as old as bark, tightly grasped the four battle flags, strode forward with their heads held high, and sang the "Victory Song of the Western Expedition Army"...
"With red flags waving and spears flashing, our army marches westward;
The army is mighty and everyone is brave, and the Japanese bandits are terrified..."
Pan Yinian and the other three moved forward...
In this way, the four elderly men, holding the battle flags, and the four young men dragging the arms and legs of Yamamoto Hen, kept moving forward alternately, just like the alternation of inheritance and the future, and even more like they were carrying the countless innocent souls who died tragically under the knife of the small-foot basin and the countless heroic spirits who fought bloody battles with the small-foot basin, and moving forward courageously.
An old man in his eighties, whatever;
A young boy in his youth, whatever;
The villagers in white clothes, whatever...
They all saw the imposing figures parked on both sides of the road, but no one stopped.
It seemed that no one could stop them from moving forward, and nothing could change their will.
At this moment, nothing is more important than what they are about to do.
Nation, heritage, backbone, perhaps it is too lofty to say;
There are things to do and things not to do, perhaps it is too polite to say;
But these are exactly the same as what they think and do.
Pan Yinian always said: He is not a good person. If his interests are harmed, he may be more selfish and heartless than anyone else.
Pan Yinian always said: If the country does not let me down, I will not let the country down.
Pan Yinian also said: If the country goes to war, I will sacrifice my life and blood; if the country is cowardly, its life and death has nothing to do with me...
But hot blood was still flowing in his veins.
But when the time comes, he is always the first one to rush forward.
It doesn't matter, high or low.
It has nothing to do with being noble or despicable.
Just because, I have lived on this land since I was a child...
Simply because of the loyalty, filial piety, propriety, righteousness, and trustworthiness that are deeply ingrained in our bones...
Simply because, in the eyes of many people, the "angry youth mentality" that is ridiculous, boring, ignorant, and backward is Pan Yinian's last bottom line, and it is also the last bottom line for the Pan family and the villagers in this area...
Just like our old predecessor who risked his life for national hatred and family feud more than half a century ago.
Just like the blood-red battle flag in front of us, which is riddled with holes but still stands tall and unyielding in the wind!
Watching the battle flags and arms and legs of the old and young marching forward,
Look, the stele with the iron-like inscription,
Look at the team in mourning clothes marching against the cold wind.
Look again, the four octogenarians, passionate and determined to die, their worn military uniforms beneath their open mourning clothes, their medals, and the trophies of the War of Resistance held in their hands...
The great men standing on both sides of the road,
I just felt an indescribable electric current rising from my tailbone and rushing straight to my forehead.
It was as if the smoke of war, more than half a century later, had returned across the long river of history, allowing them to relive the helplessness and the tragedy of that era...
Among them,
The most complicated mood,
None other than Su Dongchang, who stood shoulder to shoulder with the big boss of Shimen.
He repeatedly overestimated Pan Yinian's achievements and influence, but Pan Yinian repeatedly refreshed his cognition.
In particular, Su Ying, who had forgotten her last name, walked side by side with Pan Yinian, and could not see her father, made him feel relieved, but also sad and helpless.
Su Dongchang exchanged glances with his former leader, and then they both picked up a dark brown ceramic bowl filled with liquor from the tray held by the secretary, took a few steps forward, and stood in front of the advancing team.
"Respect, martyrs!"
"Respect, the souls of the wronged dead!"
"Cheers, old hero..."