Iron Bull Legend

Several old people in ordinary clothes sat in front of the tombstone and kept chattering. There were no tears on their wrinkled faces. They forced out a little laughter and told their sons about their thoughts of parting, as well as about themselves and their children. Life at home is trivial and endless.

This is because they don't want their son to be uneasy under Jiuquan, unable to let go of his relatives at home, unable to let go of his parents' funeral a hundred years later, and unable to let go. . . . There are so many things that I can't let go of, and there are so many concerns about my children.

"Gao Daquan" Tieniu stood in the middle of the tombstones and shouted loudly. His voice penetrated into the clouds in the rain and spread throughout the mountain top.

"Here, Gao Daquan, First Company, Third Battalion, 54th Brigade, reports to Comrade Chief of Staff, please give instructions." Gao Daquan's figure appeared next to a tombstone down the slope, standing in the rain and fog, shouting the report at the top of his lungs.

"I order you to apply to your superiors for the list of all the fallen comrades. The parents of the fallen comrades are also our parents, and the brothers and sisters are also our brothers and sisters. Our comrades left us safely, but we will take our place. My brothers fulfill their filial piety for their parents, take care of the elderly until they die, take over their unfinished duties for their brothers, support their parents with peace of mind for their brothers, give them a warm home, and from now on, build them a house that can protect them from the wind and rain, every day. We will provide them with a fixed monthly allowance for their living expenses. If they are sick, we will provide them with medical treatment. If they need a job, we will provide it." Tieniu's voice became hoarse, and he could no longer make a sound.

All the comrades and their families in the entire cemetery focused their attention on this young face. In the rain, the young face was so strong and his eyes were scorching, and everyone was affected.

The pair of middle-aged men who were paying homage to their son in front of the tombstone helped each other and came to Tieniu's side. They stretched out their hands to wipe the rain from Tieniu's face, just like wiping away the tears of grievance for their own son, caring and caring. Looking at his son, a smile appeared on his face.

"Child, your heart is enough. The child sacrificed his life for the country. His death is meaningful. We can no longer let his brothers worry. We can still do our jobs. We have not reached the point where we cannot take care of ourselves and cannot contribute to the country. I'm causing trouble with you, you are still young, you have to support your family, marry a wife and have children, and do big things, we can't involve you." The woman's lips trembled and she hugged Tieniu.

"Mom, you will be my Tieniu's biological mother from now on. I will fulfill my filial piety to you on behalf of my brother. This is what a son should do, this is what a son must do." Tieniu forced a sob out of his hoarse throat. road.

"Stop talking, stop talking, child, protect your voice, you still have a long way to go, take care of yourself, don't let mother worry, ah..." The woman also began to sob in a low voice.

"Hmm...Hmm..." Tieniu could no longer make a sound, and could only reply with a nasal voice to the woman's comfort.

The chief stood under the cemetery and watched all this quietly, his eyes blurred by hot tears, and his heart was surging. Looking at the scene above, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Everyone in the cemetery was moved because they all knew that a comrade named Tieniu had donated money for this trip to commemorate his comrades. He paid for the entire journey to help everyone fulfill their wish to miss their comrades. Finally, they saw them. This young comrade.

"Comrade Chief of Staff, I will definitely complete the tasks assigned by the Chief of Staff, and use my party spirit and life to promise that I will try my best during my lifetime." Gao Daquan also walked to Tieniu's side, shouting "Salute" at the top of his lungs .

"Salute... Salute..."

"Salute... Salute..."

Not only Gao Daquan shouted a salute, but Commander Xu and his comrades in the entire cemetery saluted together, and shouted at the top of their lungs. The sound echoed throughout the mountain, penetrated the rain curtain, and passed through. It broke through the sky, and even broke through the vast stretches of mountains and rivers.

At this time, the thin rain suddenly stopped, and the sun emerged from the gloomy and thick clouds in the west, spreading the afterglow of the sunset over the entire cemetery, covering every figure with a holy light, and every tombstone was like It was rimmed with gold, shining brightly in the afterglow of the sun.

On the eve of writing the above memorial on the frontier, my tears still kept flowing. I don’t know what others think, but I just know that I feel sorry for those who silently dedicated their young lives to protecting our country. Soldiers, they are the backbone of our republic and the most worthy of our respect.

To write this article, I consulted a lot of historical documents and information on border battles, many of which I cannot describe. The bloody war, I cannot allow the parents, brothers and sisters who lost their loved ones in this war, and the people who lost their loved ones in this war. Children who have lost their father are heartbroken.

We all love peace and hate war, but aggression and harassment will not be controlled by our will. We can only passively welcome the baptism of war, and can only use our blood to write that helpless chapter for peace.

I can only use this form to awaken people's respect for those soldiers who have selflessly dedicated themselves to the tranquility of the country, regardless of fame and fortune. They are making silent contributions to our safety and dedicating all their love to us. motherland.

They are our most lovable people, and they are heroes worthy of our worship. Although they have left us forever, we cannot forget their contributions.

This is the main reason why I write so much about heroes. This is also my way of paying tribute. I hope everyone will not complain about me. Thank you.

Everyone went down the mountain quietly before nightfall. Tieniu was still standing in the cemetery. He was very reluctant to leave. This was the first time in so many years that he came to visit his comrades who were silently guarding here. His heart was full of guilt. And reluctance.

"Child, let's go. It's been a long day since you've traveled so far. Go back and have something to eat. You'll come back tomorrow to pay homage with everyone." Grandpa Xu patted Tieniu's shoulder gently.

"..." Tieniu opened his mouth to speak, but his throat could no longer produce a single sound, and tears poured out of his eyes like a flood that had opened a floodgate.

"Old Xu, let him stay here for a while? This kid is very emotional. He has been thinking about this place in his heart for so many years," Commander Zhang said softly, and the leader stood silently beside him.

"People have passed away, but we still have to live, and we have to live better and be happier. Otherwise, those departed comrades will be sad. They are looking at you in the sky, just wanting you to face all difficulties bravely. If you really want to do this, they will be very disappointed." The chief spoke at this time.

"..." Tieniu tried his best to express his thoughts, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't make a sound.

"Okay, kid, we all understand what you are thinking. You still have more difficult battles to fight, and there are so many families of sacrificed children that you need to take care of. Kid, don't torture yourself in this way, you will Make your brothers sad..." The leader hugged Tieniu and let the tears fall.

Grandpa Xu, Commander Zhang and their escorts were all around, watching all this silently. The setting sun in the west illuminated the entire sky red. That was the sun's last effort in today's work.