Chapter 20: The Tomb of the Foreign Educational Youth

Victory, but the soldiers did not cheer.

Night has fallen, and the soldiers have made the bodies of the comrades who have died, wiped the blood from the martyrs, put on the cleanest military uniform, put on the military cap, and silently saluted the comrades who have fallen asleep forever.

The entire army camped on the spot and arranged a post. Company Commander Zhang was not relieved and buried anti-infantry mines around the tank. In today's battle, they shot very little shells, lacking enough oil, and the tanks produced during these periods were more or less flawed.

"Damn, why haven't the stretcher team come up? I think the person in charge of the stretcher team should be shot!" The infantry company commander cursed. Several of his men were seriously injured. Although the health officer had dealt with it, they had to be sent to the rear as soon as possible. They didn't want to see them sacrificed in pain because the battlefield ambulance could not keep up.

"Don't worry, I've contacted the rear. The chief of the people here already knows the situation and they have sent someone." Li Siming comforted.

"You wolf-toothed cows, you can talk to the commander directly." The infantry company commander said, and then realized that the words were not very nice. "Captain Li, I'm sorry, I don't know how to speak very well."

"It's nothing, it's understandable!" Li Siming glared at him, "Don't be careless at night. The enemy agents are very powerful. They are all barefoot and walk like night owls!"

"Yes! Captain Li, our infantry and tank soldiers will be responsible for standing guard tonight. You wolf teeth have a good rest. I heard that you have been behind enemy lines since the war started and must have not slept soundly!" said the infantry company commander.

Li Siming was about to refuse, but when he looked beside him, the wolf teeth team members were leaning against the collapsed wall of the village and fell asleep in their clothes. They slept soundly. The first time they fell asleep without worrying. They were too tired and needed enough sleep to rest. Li Siming felt a little unbearable and had to nod and thank him.

The night is like water, and the sound of gunfires in the distance sounds from time to time. In the night of this battlefield, Li Siming leans against the wall, looks up at the sky, and the pure sky is dotted with bright stars. Today's stars look no different from yesterday's stars, but astronomers tell us that the universe is changing every day, some planets die, some stars are swallowed by the black holes of time, and humans in the world are also reproductive and killing, born and dying every day.

The sound of intermittent cannons in the distance seemed to have become a lullaby. The team members fully enjoyed the tranquility after the fierce battle. Li Siming even heard someone shouting "Kill..." in his sleep. Li Siming couldn't sleep. Since the war started, he had less sleep than anyone else. It was not that he didn't want to sleep, but he would wake up just by closing his eyes. Several sneak attacks by the enemy at night made him feel scared, and the responsibilities he carried made him dare not take it lightly. Usually, he would only squint for a while when most of the team members woke up.

Late at night, the stretcher team came up. The infantry company commander did not get angry as he said before nightfall, and it was even more impossible to pull the stretcher team aside and shoot it. He kept thanking the stretcher team, just like ordinary citizens who were sick and went to the hospital for treatment, and kept flattering the doctor. In fact, the stretcher team was not unwilling to come up. They also crossed mountains and rivers along the way, and sometimes they had to fight with the guerrilla enemy with real guns. The soldiers raced with bullets, they raced with time, and no one wanted to see the heroic warriors die of blood. The stretcher team did not stop and rested, carrying the bodies of the martyrs and the seriously injured to the field hospital behind overnight, hoping that they could arrive at the transfer station as soon as possible, where there were cars to transport.

In the early morning, Li Siming fell asleep as usual when others were waking up. He dreamed that a wolf pounced from behind, and the wolf claws even rested on his shoulders. Just like the scene I encountered on the New Year's Eve on Daxing, it was re-staged on this foreign land. Li Siming swung violently, remembering that he had stabbed the rifle back then, and now there was a paratrooper knife hanging on his waist.

"Ah!" Li Siming heard a scream behind him, and then realized that it was just a dream. Someone just patted his left shoulder, and the paratrooper knife almost stabbed the other party.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I thought it was the enemy who touched it!" Li Siming quickly apologized.

"It's okay, it's a little worse, otherwise I'll be glorious!" The other party said with a smile, but his face was very unnatural. Just now, he clearly saw the look of Li Siming's eyes when he turned his head. It was as sharp as a knife in his hand, stinging the deepest part of his heart, making him forget to dodge and almost kneel to the ground.

"Is there anything you have to do?" Li Siming asked. The other party was not wearing military uniforms, which made him a little strange.

"That's right. Our militia prepared a warm breakfast for the soldiers to comfort the comrades. I see you are still sleeping, so I'll call you!" said the militia. It turned out that he was a militia, but this militia ran farther than most soldiers.

Li Siming looked around and found that he was the only one who was still resting. The Wolf Tooth Team members knew their "bad habits", so they didn't come to disturb him.

"Then thank you!" Li Siming said.

"There is nothing to thank for, they are all their own people!" The militia smiled.

"You militia ran so far!"

"This is not unusual, it's not my blow. From here, you can't see a Vietnamese, all Chinese. Our militia, the number of migrant workers is no less than that of the People's Liberation Army, and the entire front line has become our back! You are absolutely sure to fight in the front!" The militia spoke happily, as if he was the head of the logistics company.

Breakfast is a pot of porridge, and it is really hard for militia to bring these things. The soldiers ate so delicious. After eating so many days of compressed biscuits, the Wolf Teeth Team members also ate so many raw wild vegetables and small animals. Only when they could eat delicious porridge did they feel that they were still a person with normal appetite. Li Siming felt that even the "bitter rice" that they ate back then was better than raw things.

The militia and soldiers were evaluating the enemy's corpse, and some were talking about the battle process, which was even more exciting than the storyteller.

Li Siming had a nice breakfast with pickles. The militia came over just now.

"I heard you are the Wolf Tooth Special Forces?" the militia said close.

"Yes." Li Siming said.

"We have heard of your name. The 13th Army and the Kunming Military Region have issued more than once to commend you. You are really in a state of no one behind the enemy!" said the militia.

"Is that true? But this 'like entering a state of no one' is an exaggeration?"

"You are so humble. The battle you fought last night was a real victory." The militia said, "Oh, by the way, I heard that you were also an educated youth, or from Beijing?"

"How do you know?" Li Siming asked strangely.

"It was your wolf-toothed Xu Feng who told me." The militia was a little satisfied, as if there was nothing he could not find out. It seemed that Xu Feng needed to be beaten, and at least the confidentiality regulations had to be copied ten times.

"I heard from your accent, it seems that it is from Beijing. Why are you a militia in Yunnan and an educated youth?" Li Siming asked.

"Yes, I'm from the 71st class of 15th, my surname is Zhang, where are you?"

"What a coincidence, I'm from the 72nd class, but I'm not from the No. 15 Middle School, my surname is Li." Li Siming was even more surprised and told a lie. To be honest, in this era, he didn't know many people from the same middle school and the same class.

"Ah, no wonder why I haven't seen you before?" said the educated youth militia surnamed Zhang, regretful.

"Why did you think of coming to Yunnan to become an educated youth? Most of our educated youth in Beijing go to the Great Northern Wilderness, and the Inner Mongolia Construction Corps are the ones."

"I wanted to go to the Great Northern Wilderness, especially Zhenbao Island, but the Russians were so obedient. We had no way to serve the country with passion. So we came to Yunnan, which is closer to the US imperialist, right? Maybe the US imperialist crossed the Red River, and this hundred pounds were just used?" The militia of Zhang's surnamed Qingqing sighed, "I didn't expect the US imperialist to be so soft, and I didn't consider the great aspirations of our educated youth, and ended up so hastily back to my hometown."

"Hasn't you achieved it now?" Li Siming couldn't help laughing. He remembered the monkey, the educated youth in Shanghai who wrote a blood letter to go to Zhenbao Island.

"The realization is realized, but it is unacceptable. We were ready to go back to Beijing after the procedures, and the country of "comrades and brothers" dared to move us now. This is a tide on Tai Sui's head, and we would not agree. So I pulled a group of people and drove out the banner of the educated youth militia on our farm. I also came over. But I encountered one or two injured Vietnamese soldiers on the road, and there was no chance to show off my skills." The educated youth militia surnamed Zhang said regretfully.

"So you went abroad privately?" Li Siming asked in surprise.

"That's not an individual phenomenon. Go to the Honghe River or the old street to see it. There are organized militias, stretchers and ammunition and rations. It's good to have 80% of them. The rest are like us." Zhang Zhiqing explained a little embarrassedly, "It's not that I'm going to brag. The military quality of our educated youth militia is not covered. We need us no matter where we need it. We can take over at any time. No one will drag you down the PLA!"

"But this is the front line, so it's good for you to be alerted on the supply line later."

"Did you see, what guy is carrying on me?" Zhang Zhiqing patted the gun on his body, "This is a submachine gun, not worse than you!" It was a Type 63 submachine gun.

"Then how did you come up? No one checked it?" Li Siming asked.

"Yes, of course, but we have our own way. We carry stretchers, can't we do it? Besides, when you fight, you always need someone to carry the wounded and bury the enemy's bodies for you?" Zhang Zhiqing replied.

Li Siming ignored him because a group of people in the bamboo forest attracted his attention. It was dark last night that there was a large bunch of soil lying in thatched bushes under the verdant bamboo forest. It was a tomb. The group of educated youth militia surrounded the tombstone, and there was a tombstone one-man tall in front of the tombstone, which read Chinese: The tomb of the educated youth aided Vietnam. Li Siming turned to the back of the tombstone, and the handwriting on it was mottled and blurred. It recorded the heroic sacrifice of Chinese educated youth aiding the Vietnamese people from a certain month to a certain month of the year to a certain month of the year and a heroic sacrifice.

Zhang Zhiqing and a group of educated youth militias watched the already broken tombstone, and were speechless for a long time. These educated youth lying on foreign lands came with the most noble and simple idealism. In that passionate era, they dedicated their sweat and lives to their ideals.

Li Siming didn't know whether they were pleased with their efforts and achievements at the last moment of their life. Later generations always stood at the end of the long river of history to look at the problem, while historical figures resolutely devoted themselves to the tide of history. Just like the young soldiers behind them, they used their loyalty to their motherland, maintained the dignity of the republic with guns and cannons, and wrote the heroic spirit of the soldiers with blood and sacrifice. If these soldiers turned back and thought about it, they would definitely say proudly: I once fought side by side with my brothers in those passionate years.

This war declares the end of an era and also indicates the birth of a new era.
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