unforgettable sacrifice

Karson 2022-10-30 14:17:20

My generation grew up with the company of television. My parents experienced the war that my grandparents experienced on the white cloth, and we inherited it from the screen. I still remember that when I was a child, boys and girls often got together to play war games. The straw hats, ambush, and crawling forward were all imitations after watching those black and white war movies. I have seen all the red movies that I should have watched when I was young, but it is really impossible to recall them now, not to mention that most of them are not remembered, even if they are only some characters or outlines of the content. After entering adolescence, most people no longer watch war movies and find it boring, even if it is a wonderful classic blockbuster of foreign giants.

There is a reason why young people don't like watching war movies. Because the war is far away from us, because life doesn’t need to be heavy, and because of the shock that went straight to the blood, we couldn’t bear it. There are almost no pure war films that praise heroism these days, and most of the military stories told in the war years are mainly emotional dramas. Now is a new era of peace, and people are more willing to be emotional in soft emotions. But the human mind has always been contradictory, hoping to live a relaxed life and at the same time feeling that some things should not be forgotten. We don't like to watch it, but by chance, we are in the right mood, and we will sit down and watch it properly.

I almost pinned myself to my chair to watch "Assembly", and from the opening to halftime, I wanted to get up and leave countless times. Those two tragic and tough battles were fought for half a movie. The faces that were so dark that it was impossible to tell who was who was roaring and shuttling in the hail of bullets, blood and blood flying, and everyone ended up falling down. There was nothing we could do as the audience, we were stunned as if we had been slapped in the head, and then wept.

"The second row rushes up! Reinforces the first row! The third row rescues the wounded! Put down the dead, first to catch your breath!" This was the first line of Gu Zidi that moved me. The first priority of the officer is to complete the military order, and the second is to protect the subordinates. Facing the enemy's heavy weapons, Gu Zidi hesitated to let the brothers take a breath. The instructor who recognized the truth blamed him for fear of war, and was then blown away. Gu Zidi hugged his half-bleeding body, expressionless with grief and indignation. He ignored the enemy's disarming and surrendered, "ignoring battlefield discipline" and ordering those cowards to pick up their guns and continue to fight. Although he didn't agree with the instructor's idea, even though it was the instructor's dead brains that caught everyone in ambush, Gu Zidi still respected him, and Gu Zidi respected this brave man with only one tendon. Compared to him, Gu Zidi felt that he was also a coward. "Who's not afraid of death, with a spear flying on his head and a grenade running in his crotch, even an immortal would have to pee." He said to Wang Jincun, and he had a place in his heart to understand this cowardly cultural teacher. Gu Zidi asked the regiment for this coward as an instructor, not just because he needed an instructor and there was no one in the regiment.

The prelude-like first battle was won nine times in a row, "fighting bravely and tenaciously", with seventy-one casualties and forty-six heads left. The next battle is more difficult. People on the battlefield can't think too far, everything they think is delusional, and it's good to live. The forty-odd people were all dumbfounded. Don't treat your body as flesh and blood, rush for your life, rush to the tank with explosives on your back and a small rifle, you can die in order to find a watch for the company commander, you can die in order to protect your comrades, and sacrifice for the sake of safety. The corpse of the victim can also die... It's too stupid to believe. It is not that they are not afraid of death, but they will choose to do so when they are afraid of death. We who have not experienced it in that environment cannot understand it, but we are willing to believe it. We grew up in this battle with that timid Wang Jincun.

Before all the nine companies of the Retreat Assembly were killed, only Gu Zidi survived. The living are destined to endure everything. His heart was painful, and he blamed his stubbornness for the death of his comrade-in-arms, thinking that his own life represented cowardice. Perhaps only death can prove that he is not a coward and free him, but God just won't let him die, and none of the landmines in front of him could kill him.

In peacetime, Guzidi was a common old soldier with vulgar words and eccentric temper. Unreasonable people have untold stories. Who can know the bitterness and unspeakable sadness in their hearts? After taking off the gun and taking the pension, he is a common man. But it's better than a dead person, who doesn't have to be buried in the wilderness without a name and name, and his family members get some millet, how to live and how to live. He searched for the troops, the bones of his comrades, and spent most of his life searching. When the troops found it, this tough man was sobbing with excitement, but the truth was so cruel that he was sad: the regiment never blew the rallying horn, and there was no plan to let them withdraw alive, and the Nine Company was decided to sacrifice from the very beginning. to take into account the overall situation. It wasn't that he didn't hear the assembly number behind his ears. But it was he who killed his brethren, wasn't it, it was his fault, he didn't put them first, he made them skeletons without a name. He was sad, but he couldn't get rid of his guilt.

His perseverance finally paid off. The documents for chasing the martyrs, the neatly arranged guards of honor, the salute guns blaring in the sky, and the rallying horn finally sounded. "Little bastards, why can't I dig you all out, come out and breathe, my brothers." Gu Zidi's dream may have come true, even if he has regrets. In the end, I just want to say that in front of these bloody heroes, those little troubles that we hang in our hearts are really fucking shit.

Xiao Fengzi's dream has probably come true, and he can have no regrets.

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