Chapter 326 Learn to be respectful (please give me a monthly vote!)

In two months, whether it was Chinese soldiers or Japanese soldiers in the trenches, what they heard in their ears was either the whizzing sound of bullets, the explosion of bombs, the clattering sound of machine guns, and the sound of enemies talking in the distance.

But that morning, the surroundings were as quiet as death, and there was no gunfire in the entire battlefield.

There is a ceasefire!

With the progress of Sino-Japanese negotiations in the capital, the two sides finally reached a wartime ceasefire, thinking that the negotiations would create more favorable conditions. According to the ceasefire agreement, from 6 a.m. on November 24, the two sides achieved a war-based ceasefire, and the UK will enter Weifang Railway Station to cut off a battalion of Jiaoji Railway Transportation to dispatch the British troops to the battlefield to supervise the ceasefire between the two sides.

Muddy!

Major Hamilton, who came to Jiaoao front from Weihaiwei, walked in the war zone where the two armies fought. The land he stepped on was soft. Although the snow covered the muddy land, he could still see the bodies covered under the snow, and the bodies were scattered on this battlefield.

In the middle of the battlefield, a dirt house with only half of the wall left was standing. At this time, a tent was built in the dirt house, and a British flag was raised. It was the British barracks that supervised the ceasefire and was also the location for the battlefield exchange between China and Japan.

Major Hamilton, standing in the snow, saw an officer and a soldier walking out of the trenches of the ** team, and two soldiers also walked out of the Japanese trenches, and they all walked towards the here.

Without exception, the Chinese side sent a major and the Japanese army sent a major, with the same rank as Hamilton. In fact, this was decided after the tripartite negotiation. On this extremely delicate battlefield, the first details must be taken into account.

In Hamilton's view, this was a historic meeting. At least before today, he never thought that he would be recorded in history. But after today, he believed that he would be recorded in military history, or even the history of the two countries, just because of this historic battlefield meeting.

When the middle-aged official approached, Hamilton noticed why he thought these middle-aged people were a little familiar, just because of their military uniforms and their uniforms were very Prussian. At this time, the officer was fully armed. Hamilton pointed at the pistol at his waist.

Gu Mu immediately smiled, then spread his gun holster and said.

"Major Hamilton, I didn't bring any weapons, so don't worry now!"

Major Jiro Fujida next to him also did not carry weapons. In fact, for Japanese officers, they rarely wear pistol holsters, so what he called a weapon was just a commanding knife.

While Gu Mu and Jiro Shizuda shook hands, a British soldier took a photo with his camera.

The first meeting was very simple. The two sides agreed to send two hundred engineers to build a walkway in one day for the exchange of food and prisoners. In fact, the purpose of this meeting was to exchange prisoners for preparations.

"We are engaged in a war of time, and we cannot retreat, retreat or adjust positions and any measures imaginable. We have no way to retreat. Each unit must stick to its post until death or victory. Any retreat will make this place one of the largest aborted grounds in history. We must fight to the end, and we will share life and death with hardships. If someone among us must die, we will stain the battlefield together. Whoever loses the position will be responsible for the death of thousands of compatriots, and whoever will be responsible for the demise of the entire country. I ask you to pass this order to all the people of each division. I hope everyone understands that we must defend this front! We will win!"

Captured!

When Fang Liangzhi woke up from a coma, he found a group of Japanese people surrounding him, their guns aimed at his head. Only then did he realize that he was not killed in battle, but was captured. He wanted to resist, but he just struggled for a while. He was seriously injured and could not resist at all. The Japanese soldiers shouted, he had learned a few simple Japanese words from the battalion commander. He could understand a few of them, but he kept saying rudely. From their eyes, he saw murderous intent. He wanted to anger them and let them kill themselves. It was easy to anger these Japanese. The contempt in his eyes was enough to anger them. They pulled him out and killed him, and this was exactly what he hoped.

But in the end, an officer stopped them. Fang Liangzhi survived and was thrown into the prisoner camp. During the day and night in the prisoner camp, he felt only humiliation. He was an officer and he was captured. Perhaps he was the first captured officer in the Jiangsu Army. In the prisoner camp, he rarely spoke and ate very little, and in fact there was not much to eat. Every day, all he thought of was death and died.

One night, he finally chose to die. He used broken porcelain pieces to scratch his wrist, but he did not die. He was rescued by the soldiers, and everyone looked at him and stared at him. As an officer, he was their backbone.

Most of the captured soldiers in the prisoner-of-war camps were soldiers, and he, the lieutenant, naturally became their backbone. They respected and obeyed him just like they were in the army, and all this made him realize his responsibilities.

"Sir, you said, can we win?"

"We will definitely win!"

At this time, the night was so quiet and peaceful. Fang Liangzhi said softly, his face turned pale and blue. He would definitely win because he knew that China had no other choice except to win.

"Stand up and everyone comes out!"

Just then, a Japanese officer came over and Captain Takeda, the commander of the military police squadron who was in charge of guarding them, shouted, and asked all the prisoners of war to gather together. He stood there and began to talk loudly.

"You are all cowards. Any Japanese soldier who is about to be captured by the enemy will definitely commit suicide. You Chinese don't have them, and you Chinese are not even as good as dogs!"

His words only aroused anger among the prisoners of war below, but at this moment he could only stand there helplessly. Captain Takeda roared hysterically while waving his arms and fists in the air.

"Although we will never be friends with pigs, and although we are eager to kill you, the Great Japanese Empire is charismatic. Now, according to negotiations, we will return your damn cowards! I really don't know why your country still needs you to remember the waste that is worse than pigs and dogs in the past few days."

Return it?

The whole person was stunned. Fang Liangzhi couldn't believe his ears at all. Around him, the soldiers all showed joy on their faces, and they were going home.

In the exchange of dividing lines, when Fang Liangzhi saw the fluttering national flag and the Jiangsu Army officers and soldiers under the national flag, he felt his legs as if they were filled with lead and his face turned pale. His whole body was trembling, and tears couldn't stop flowing down. At this moment, an unprecedented sense of humiliation lingered in his heart, boundless shame and annoyance swallowed his will.

When he saw trucks of grain being given to the Japanese, he seemed to understand something. The army was using grain for them. How much food did the army use? No matter how much, it was all about investing in the enemy in wartime. This was for them? Guilt, boundless guilt arose.

"salute!"

Just as Fang Liangzhi was walking through the dividing line with the help of others, he heard a command from the dividing line. Gu Mu saluted the more than 100 soldiers captured by the enemy. No matter what their situation is now, it cannot change a fact. They had fought for this country when they were soldiers. This point is worthy of respect for everyone.

"Welcome to you home!"

In the military hospital, standing in front of the first batch of prisoners of war who were exchanged, Han Wu looked solemn. He looked at these soldiers, and most of their faces were ashamed. No one seemed to calm them down. The second lieutenant named Fang Liangzhi tried to commit suicide. This was his own work mistake.

"Soldiers!"

Standing in front of them, Han Wu smiled on the face of these soldiers lying on the hospital bed, and the smile came from the heart.

"It is our common expectation that you can come back alive. Some people say that soldiers are not prisoners for living. This may be the courage of soldiers. However, I believe that every officer and soldier of the Jiangsu Army, their capture has always been in the most helpless situation. The injuries on your bodies are sober and tell us a fact. You have fought to the last moment, and you loyally fulfilled your promises and responsibilities! Each of you is a well-deserved hero!

Now is the time for the army to fulfill its promise. Here, I emphasize again that the army will not abandon any soldier because you fight for your motherland! Well, my brothers, there is no need to blame yourself or be ashamed. I am proud of you, for you, for you, for you, for your country, and fight to the last moment! The country thanks you for your efforts!”

Finally, Han Wu saluted the soldiers in front of him solemnly.

"Welcome to you back! My soldiers!"

Finally, he walked in front of Fang Liangzhi, Han Wu walked over and shook hands with Fang Liangzhi, and then said softly.

"Emperor Fang, whether on the battlefield or in the prisoner of war camp, you are fulfilling the responsibilities of an officer. The Jiangsu Army is honored to have your service!"

As he finished speaking, Fang Liangzhi was puzzled, Han Wu took out a medal from the box from the officer behind him.

"I am very honored to be awarded the Excellent Service Medal as Chief of Staff of the Jiangsu Army General Staff to thank you for your contribution to the country!"

When Han Wu personally wore the medal on Fang Liangzhi's chest, he saw that Fang Liangzhi's eyes were filled with tears.

"Sir, why..."

"respect!"

Looking back at the soldiers who seemed to be free in the ward, Han Wu said calmly in the face of the question from the reporters accompanying the army.

"The heroes who died in the battlefield deserve our respect, and these helplessly captured soldiers are also worthy of respect for each of us! They have all fought for this country!"

"... From one site to another, the feet of the body must be placed in front of each site. At each site, you must ensure that the body is properly decorated. At each shipping point, no matter how the shipping method is, you must pay tribute. Your duties must not be completed until the body is successfully delivered to his home! The escort team does not stay at the funeral, but if you decide to stay, there are several special guidelines for meeting the family. Do not discuss the nature of the death of the deceased, and do not speculate on a series of activities of death. Each of you will receive personal supplies to escort the body. These items are carried by you until the handover is over..."

In an office of the Jiangsu Army General Staff of Nanjing, which was hung with the "Deadly Soldiers and Things Office", thirty-six officers and soldiers sat on chairs and listened quietly to the commander's instructions. Not all the soldiers were buried in the cemetery. Many soldiers' suicide notes mentioned that they hoped to be buried in their hometowns, and the responsibility of the Deadly Soldiers and Things Office was to escort their coffins home.

"A nation that forgets his defenders will eventually be forgotten!"

There is a slogan hanging on the wall of the office. In fact, this is the creed of this institution, Jiangsu Army or Young, but it is because of his youth that he can establish many new traditions without being influenced by old bad habits.

"In the whole process, you must remember that in the coffin you escort, lay a soldier who was loyal to the country, who gave his young life to his country, and his country should give him dignity, respect, and honor, and all this is for the living. For he died for us."

When he was speaking, the officer looked solemn and solemn. The reason why he emphasized this was not only because the escorts trained here were civilian volunteers in the General Staff Department, but more importantly, he knew his responsibilities clearly. According to the regulations on the return of the bodies of the dead in the Jiangsu Army, his body must be sent back to his hometown with dignity.

"Therefore, we must express our respect for this young life throughout the process. This is the due respect a country has for its warriors and the glory of a country. Only in this way can the dead rest in peace and the living be comforted."

Rest in peace! Consolation!

The body of any soldier who died in battle for the country must be treated with dignity, and no matter how expensive it is, it must be treated with solemnity. In the morgue of the army, a soldier in white clothes took the last photo of the soldier with a camera. The body on the cart was severely damaged on the head, and it was difficult to tell what he looked like.

In fact, the identity identification of many Jiangsu Army soldiers who died depends on their identity nameplate. After the cart was pushed into another room, the embalmer began to clean the soldier's body and carefully wiped the blood stains on his body with cotton cloth. After repeated cleanings, the embalmer wearing a mask checked again and then trimmed the soldier's nails with nail scissors, and then washed away the dust and blood stains between the nails. Every step here was carried out very carefully.

In fact, here, there are detailed regulations on the cleaning of each body, and the embalmers hired by funeral homes in Shanghai, Nanjing and other places. The task they are carrying out here is to ensure that every Jiangsu army officer and soldier who died can be treated decently and solemnly, so as to ensure that the fallen officers and soldiers can enter the cemetery with dignity or return to their hometown for burial.

"This is a country's responsibility to its soldiers!"

Looking at the high cost of exchanging prisoners and remains in the newspaper, Li Zicheng sighed helplessly, and the traditional Chinese concepts need to be changed little by little.

"For us, they are just soldiers, but for their families, they are the whole family. When we take them to the battlefield, we have the responsibility to take them home! Whoever brings him to the table will send him home! This is our responsibility!"

Closed his eyes, Li Zicheng's mind appeared in the Vietnam War memorial that he accidentally saw when he was visiting Washington a few years ago. More than 50,000 American soldiers died in Vietnam War, and each name was carved on the monument. The black monument was as smooth as a mirror, and living people seemed to be submerged through their shadows.

That night, I went to the website of the Vietnam War Memorial because of curiosity. The soldiers on the birthday of that day all appeared on the homepage. The age of death, where I was born, and unmarried and married were all used to prove that this person has been to the world. Even the stimulation only made Li Zicheng guess in his heart: his life was either happy or not yet happy.

And what kind of emotions are generated from this?

Thinking of the indifference in the newspapers, "What is the use of captives when a hundred pounds are used to hold prisoners?", "What is the use of 10,000 pounds of bones when a bone is used?", Li Zicheng only felt a chill, the country that is indifferent to the lives of the people, and the same kind who is indifferent to his own kind.

"There is a kind of political affair that comes from the kind of people."

No wonder, shaking his head, Li Zicheng chose to close his eyes. They had their reasons and their own persistence and respect. Every soldier who is loyal to the country deserves the highest respect given to them by everyone.

Some words of sighing were spit out of Li Zicheng's mouth. After opening his eyes, he walked to the window and looked at the bustling crowd outside the window and said.

"I hope that one day, they, those who do not understand us today, will understand this! They must understand that judging a country's character depends not only on what kind of people it cultivates, but also on what kind of people its people choose to pay tribute to and to what kind of people they want. A nation that forgets its defenders will also be forgotten. The reason why a nation is great is that it does not forget easily, knows what to preserve and what to truly have a home. This is the due respect a country has for its own warriors, the glory of a country, and the glory of a nation!"

Change, hope!

One day, this country and nation will truly learn to respect life!
Chapter completed!