After two weeks of the battle, heavy snow still covered people's calves, but fortunately, it has not snowed in recent days, otherwise Li Feng and the others would not be able to come and see the martyrs.

Looking at the wooden signs inserted on this mountain range, there were many soldiers standing around. Even the wounded had put on their own clothes they had fought and brought their own helmets.

Some people are on crutches, some are hanging their arms around their necks, and some are even with one hand or one leg, but they are still standing here.

The slightly injured veteran was responsible for cleaning the tombstones, while the fat man stood in this cemetery to make money. Looking up, more than 700 tombstones were inserted here like a forest.

They are like solid trees guarding the territory of the motherland, and they will do whatever they want even if they give their lives.

"Brothers, I'm sorry that I haven't been with you for the first seven. I'll come to see you during your second phase..." The little fat man said while lit a cigarette. At this time, Xiao Wen did not stop me, and even the nurses and doctors present did not stop the wounded from smoking.

Because everyone knows that smoking at such moments is just to relieve sadness, compared to physical pain, inner sadness is even more serious.

There were some veterans carrying cigarette foot, so they walked forward in groups of three or three, pulled out a few cigarettes and lit them, and then placed them in front of the tombstone, inserting them one by one...

"Damn it, you didn't smoke this kind of good cigarette before. Now I've brought it to you. I can't say that my brothers are unfaithful. This kind of cigarette is the best we have now. I heard that it is smoked by the old men in the city every day.

I can't bear to smoke such good cigarettes, I'm keeping them for you..."

The veterans kept their heads down and were reluctant to raise their heads. I don’t know if the wind and sand once again caught their eyes.

This was the last time some journalists took photos here. They took out their cameras and took all the tombstones on the mountain. Even if there was some snow on the side of the tombstone, they could not feel the slightest chill.

At this time, the fat man took out a box of cigars from somewhere, and limped and walked to several tombstones by someone, and slowly squatted down.

Cigars are so powerful that they are not easy to smoke. The fat man lit several of them at once and then inserted them one by one in front of the tombstones.

"You group of wealth-losing ghosts, this thing was obtained by the boss for a lot of money. Hua Mazi, didn't you say you wanted to smoke a cigar, it happened to be brought to you this time.

And Wu Xiaoer, didn’t you say you like cigars? This time I brought you..."

The reporters couldn't help but burst into tears when they heard the swear words of these veterans in front of the tombstone. The swear words they usually hear would make them feel very uncomfortable, but at this moment, they felt that these words were the most beautiful language in the world.

"I don't know how to describe my mood at this moment. Lieutenant Colonel Li Feng is a very strange person. Before I came, I thought he was a particularly mature middle-aged man, and he must be full of masculine spirit, which made women intoxicated.

But after I came here, I realized that he was completely different from what the newspaper said. He was stingy and liked to tease others. He looked unmature at all, nor was he a mature man with big waists.

On the contrary, he is a flexible little fat man and speaks very uncivilized. He is the one who swears the most in the entire army.

Maybe they were all the generals and soldiers who tied and had the same kind of soldiers. The soldiers I saw on the Eighth Route Army spoke exactly the same as Lieutenant Colonel Li Feng.

But this army achieved an impressive record and repelled the entire regiment from the front, saving the refugees and ordinary people from the rear from the war.

The first time the casualties of various units of the Eighth Route Army reached about 3,000. In this way, the number of casualties in the so-called district team and county brigade reserves has not been included.

Looking at the tombstones all over the mountains, even Lieutenant Colonel Li Feng, who had always been lively, was silent.

These veterans were very surprised. They actually lit the cigarette and inserted it in front of the tombstone, and cursing while inserting it, as if they hoped that the dead soldiers would curse it back...

Lieutenant Colonel Li Feng was also very strange. He actually brought many paper-made villains and other items.

I couldn't understand at first, but I didn't understand what he did."

Li Feng asked the soldiers to bring many paper-made items, the most of which were women.

I saw the little fat man slowly walking to the front of a tombstone with a few paper-made beauties, and then smiled at the target:

"Did you see it? I specially pricked you for three beautiful women, and even pricked you for three at once. You are very lucky. You should know the girl when you are underground?

My brothers and I don’t know how long it will take to find you, so wait first, don’t be too anxious, let’s talk about these beauties with a few kids.”

Li Feng said these words in front of reporters. As for why men can marry several wives, the fat man naturally would not make excuses.

Everyone is dead, why are you still caring about so many things?

Other soldiers also made the same move, or carried some cars to the next to a specific tombstone, if they walked over with some other paper items...

There were burning things in front of the tombstone, either for food, for beauties, for carriages, sedans, and so on. Anyway, there were a variety of things, and they were told by these people to their companions before they died, and the fat guy would satisfy them.

I don’t know how long it took to burn, but Li Feng walked back to the front of the cemetery and shouted in front of him:

"Brothers, go all the way!"

"Brothers, go well...go...good..." The sounds of the soldiers shouting in unison echoed into the valley and did not dissipate for a long time. It seemed that I hope these brothers could reply.

The dead cannot be resurrected, but their will will be inherited, and their dreams will be inherited.

Fighting the Japanese is not something that can be accomplished day and night. There may be casualties, and there may be many families that will become fragmented. However, for the dignity of the Chinese nation and the independence of the country, these are nothing, and there will be many people who will continue to move forward bravely.

After returning, everyone's faces turned red, and everyone covered themselves in the quilt and couldn't come out. On that day, everyone was silent, and even the reporters who packed their bags and were about to leave in the end did not say a word.

It seemed that sadness enveloped the Eighth Route Army's camp, and even the nearby Furong Town was hung with white flowers, as if to pay tribute to the deceased soldiers.
Chapter completed!