33 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 7 Final Chapter

(fourteen)

On July 33, the 27rd year of the Republic of China, the 56th Company of the 148th Division, under the leadership of Zangzhong Kangmei, retreated from the south of Tengchong City to Fengshan Mountain and retreated into the city.

In August of the 33rd year of the Republic of China, all armies and divisions of the No.20 Group Army of the Chinese Expeditionary Force rushed into the city from various places outside the city and started street fighting with the Japanese army.

On September 33, [-], Chiang Kai-shek sent a telegram to the expeditionary force that Tengchong must be recaptured before the "September [-] National Humiliation Day".

On September 33th in the [-]rd year of the Republic of China, Tengchong was restored.

(fifteen)

She finally came to the last stop, the National War Cemetery in Tengchong City, Yunnan Province.An inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood, one hundred thousand youths and one hundred thousand soldiers, those who sacrificed, basically lived here for a long time, including her Zhou Ge.

Song Shimiao bought a map from the ticket office, then left the group and walked alone into the forest where the stele was buried.

The scenery here is very good, the green hills cover the mist, and it is a good place to live in seclusion. Jiang Zhouge once said that after the war, he would go to the mountains and the countryside to live a self-sufficient small-scale peasant life, and now it is her wish. willing.

Go in, go all the way in, and find the burial place of the 54th Army.

— "Mortar! Get down!"

--"boom!"

--"chief of staff!"

Going inside, half of the tombstones are buried on both sides, Lieutenant Peng Wende, Li Bingfu, Lieutenant...

She knew them, they were natives of Tengchong, and they were half-grown children who once stood guard in Jiang Zhouge's yard.

Walking in, the soldiers were gradually mixed with the monuments of lieutenants.

—— "Jiang Zhouge...Jiang Zhouge, can you hear me!"

——"Shi Miao, you once said that you came from China, so in your time, did China still exist? We finally...we finally won, right?"

——"Yes, yes, we have won, Jiang Zhouge, we have won, you have to live to that day, you have to see for yourself."

—— "Ah, you told me... Sure enough, I'm dying. I can't remember such important things."

Walking in, there are also school officials' steles among the lieutenants.

——"Sir, run..."

——"Ru Ming! Hygienist!"

——"Sir...Age, go back to Nanjing, go home..."

——"Ru Ming, hold on, hygienist!"

Going inside, a lonely monument.

——"Did you win..."

——"Yes, yes, victory, we will win next year..."

——"For you...for you...I wrote it again, I hope, I hope that people will last forever, thousands of miles...together..."

——"Who wants your broken paper, Jiang Zhouge, please listen to me. I graduated from Stanford University School of Medicine. I am a top young cardiothoracic surgeon in the world. If I can save you the first time, I can save you." The second time, you are not allowed to die!"

——"Next year... take me to see next year, and your prosperity... I want to see..."

—— "Jiang Zhouge, Jiang Zhouge, you are not allowed to die!"

The upper corner of the tombstone is already incomplete, and the whole monument is also full of cracks.Baidu Encyclopedia wrote: During the "□□" period, the National War Cemetery was severely damaged.

Song Shimiao could almost imagine the ugly faces of those thugs. They did all shameless things in the name of the country, smashed her tomb, and called her a traitor.

——"Colonel Jiang Zhouge, born in 33, died in September of the [-]rd year of the Republic of China. Is he a high-ranking official? Still surnamed Jiang?"

——"The ones buried here are the relatives of the Kuomintang, the traitors of the Kuomintang, bah!"

Song Shimiao put his hands on the stele and slowly wiped off the dust.

"Zhou Ge, I'm here to see you. You've been lying here alone for so many years, and the time you've lived here is already older than me now."

She sniffed, and tears fell, "After I came back this year, I started to make up modern history. I now know that the year you were born was the second year of Xuantong, and the year when the Republic of China was established when you were two years old. And I also I always forgot to tell you that you studied at the University of Manchester, I went there to attend two academic conferences, it’s a beautiful school, you read Herbert Wells’ library, and I also lingered for a whole morning.”

"I saw your adjutant's tombstone just now. It says Major Zhang Ruming on it. The tombstone is very good. You can rest assured."

After rambling on for a while, I suddenly saw the incompleteness and gaps in the corners of the stele.

I couldn't bear the grief and anger any longer, tears filled my face, and I was distraught.

"Are you saying that I failed? I couldn't save you back then, and now I can't even protect your tombstone..."

Suddenly there were footsteps behind him, and then a bright voice came: "The stele is dead and alive, just get what you want."

Song Shimiao turned his head angrily, "Can you leave me alone..."

She paused, looking at the person in front of her, she always felt deja vu, this idea turned a corner in her mind, and the strange person she met in the car when she went to Nu River and came here appeared in front of her eyes.

Seeing her turn around, the stranger took off his hat, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth: "Are you right, Doctor Song?"

Song Shimiao's eyes suddenly filled with tears.

The man held out his hand, "I'm Jiang Zhouge, a graduate of Stanford Medical School, and I was invited to participate in the No.17 National Academic Forum for Young Doctors this year."