33 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 6

(twelve)

The situation seems to be getting better and better. On May 5, the 24 and 592 regiments captured the highlands such as teahouses and kohlrabi fields in front of Lengshuigou. On May 593, the 5 and 28 regiments cooperated with the 592 regiments that surrounded the enemy's rear. Attacking from east to west, the enemy was forced to retreat into the concrete bunker on the top of Beizhai Gongfang Mountain.As a result, the Lengshuigou position was finally taken.

Jiang Zhouge was in a good mood today. He ordered the cooks to open the cans early in the morning, and the whole teacher ate meat at noon.There are not many cans in the division headquarters, and only officers above the rank of colonel can receive one can every three days. Jiang Zhouge is special, one can a day during the recuperation period, but he secretly gave them all to Song Shimiao.

The cook took a look at the small reserves of supplies, and scolded the officials in his heart, saying that the wind is the rain, but he couldn't hold back the smile on his face, and went directly to get the cans with a verbal order, for fear that Jiang Zhou would be in the next second. Grid seems to repent.

But it is said that all the staff eat meat. After all, there are not many canned food, and everyone can get only the size of Yuan Datou.The superior officer was better, and set up a table alone in the room, with two plates of meat, two vegetarian dishes, and a bottle of wine. There were only four or five people around, and Jiang Zhouge asked Song Shimiao to come too.

The weather was fine in the afternoon, and Jiang Zhouge took out a small piece of private ink stick from his personal luggage. The writing brush was brought from Nanjing, and the rice paper was also his last possession.

There were only the two of them in the room, and Adjutant Zhang was sent to the field hospital to help.Jiang Zhouge sat at the table and suddenly thought: "Why don't you help me study ink."

"Me? No, I won't. You'd better come by yourself, or I'll go to Adjutant Zhang."

"It's hard to be alone with you, what do you want him to do." Jiang Zhouge waved: "Come here, I will teach you."

Song Shimiao was taught step by step by holding hands behind her, "First add a little water to the plate, hold the ink vertically and level, and grind the ink in a clockwise or counterclockwise circle. It's very simple. you try?"

Song Shimiao tried to polish it, but there was no ink, "Are you sure?"

"Just grind it a little more." Jiang Zhouge said with a smile, while he laid out the rice paper and took the brush.

Song Shimiao tried to grind a few more times, "Hey, it's out, it's out!"

"Well, that's it, continue." Jiang Zhouge dipped some ink in the freshly ink plate, and wrote on the rice paper with a pen.

It is written in big regular script, square and square, and the characters are like the person, "Army field hospital."

Song Shimiao came over, "Sure, regular script is also beautiful."

"Really? The master who taught me calligraphy in the past always thought I was stupid, no matter how I wrote, I had no charm."

"Your calligraphy is considered a calligrapher in modern times!"

Jiang Zhouge laughed, and out of the corner of his eye he looked at Song Shimiao's subordinates, "Hey Shimiao, there are so many!"

Song Shimiao: "Yes, yes, sorry!"

Jiang Zhouge still smiled, without any intention of blaming her, "Since there are too many, why don't I give you a picture, I haven't given you anything before."

"Yes, can you?"

"Why not?" Jiang Zhouge raised his eyebrows, "I should give you something."

"Okay, then I'd like it very much."

So Jiang Zhouge frowned and thought for a long time, and wrote: "The youth is strong, the country is strong, and the youth is free, the country is free."

Song Shimiao: "Is this written for me?"

Jiang Zhouge nodded, "Yes."

Song Shimiao: "Do you think I have never learned Chinese? Liang Qichao's "Young China" is written for young people all over China!"

Jiang Zhouge sneered: "Isn't it, can't think of anything else at the moment..."

Song Shimiao snorted, "Then think about it, write it after you think about it, this one doesn't count."

(thirteen)

Walk along the headquarters of the 198th Division back then, and after leaving the village, you will arrive at the foot of Gaoligong Mountain.Baidu said that Gaoligong Mountain has high peaks and steep slopes, with an average altitude of more than 3000 meters. The climate is harsh and the temperature difference between cold and hot is large.The reality is indeed the case.

It was freezing cold here back then, and the division commander and Jiang Zhouge kept ordering the general headquarters to equip the headquarters with raincoats. In the end, the U.S. Army, the British Army, and the Nationalist Government managed to scrape together [-] raincoats, airdropped them to the positions, and transferred them to the enemy lying on the ground. Soldiers at the front of the line.

Song Shimiao was clear about how much she had. She didn't intend or have the ability to climb Gaoligong Mountain to retrace the path that the 198th Division had walked.

She just sat on the hillside, checked the events of the year with her mobile phone, and looked at the records of them in history.

——1944年6月14日，198师将守敌日军400多人大部分消灭后，占领了整个山口。

——1944年6月16日，198师将北斋公房攻克，击毙日军大队长以下300余人。

The last stop is also the focus of this trip.

Song Shimiao returned to the county to join the group, and after getting on the bus, he still sat at the back, half excited and half sad, she thought she seemed to have become a complex of contradictions, half of which was in the prime of life, and half It is desolate and desolate after reading the vicissitudes of life.

Half are attending thoracic surgery in the 21st century, and half are Dr. Song Shimiao in 1944.

The car was bumping, and she took a look at the distance to the next stop, then closed her eyes and rested her mind. Before she closed her eyes, she saw a woman sitting in the front seat with a baseball cap on her head. It should be the season for wearing thin clothes. She wore a coat to wrap herself tightly.

wack.Song Shimiao fell asleep in a daze as he thought about it.

In her dream, she saw Jiang Zhouge who was a century away from her again. He was still handsome and looked like a Hong Kong actress in the [-]s in the same century as her.

With a cigarette between his fingers, Jiang Zhouge said to her, "Long time no see, Shi Miao."

Song Shimiao coveted her to smoke again, stepped forward, grabbed the cigarette with his hands and threw it on the ground.

Jiang Zhouge said embarrassingly, "So fierce."

Song Shimiao pretended to be vicious: "Smoking is harmful to health, don't you think about your own body!"

Jiang Zhouge listened, but just smiled lightly, the smile was illusory, as if it had disappeared like smoke and could never be found again.

"Whether I'm healthy or not depends on whether I can live until then."

After she finished speaking, she really drifted away like smoke. Song Shimiao ran forward a few steps, passed through the smoke, pushed the smoke away, scattered and separated from the middle, and kept fluttering and entangled, rising to the Heaven has gone.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Zhouge appeared behind her.This time, he was wearing a full set of serious military uniforms, with crossed bamboo knots on one side and military rank on the other side - two stripes in a yellow border, red shading, and three three-pointed stars.

Jiang Zhouge said, "Shi Miao, let me teach you a song." Then she began to sing.

Song Shimiao frowned, "I've heard this song before. It's called "Song of the Intellectual Youth Joining the Army", but it's not the tune."

Jiang Zhouge said: "What you are listening to is the song of the New First Army. The real tune is what I sang."

Song Shimiao said: "Really, later generations seem to mention it too, the tune of this song has been lost." Then she sang along with Jiang Zhouge:

"Don't you see, the army at the end of the Han Dynasty, the weak crown is tied to the captives, please have long tassels.

Don't you see, Ban Dingyuan, Jueyu Qingqi.Reminding the battle cloud..."

Singing and singing, Jiang Zhouge disappeared again.Song Shimiao stopped, and the surrounding area was extremely quiet, with the sound of birds singing, the sound of wind, and... the sound of something falling freely across the sky... Song Shimiao's eyes widened suddenly, and she subconsciously fell down, hearing someone Shout: "Mortar!"

"Bang!" The shell exploded nearby, deafening.

The soil and clods were mixed and covered her body, Song Shimiao moved and spit out the soil from his mouth.

Jiang Zhouge was standing in front of her, with his back to her, standing upright, like an elegant and upright green bamboo, with a high character and integrity.

But not at this time, in this scene.

Song Shimiao shouted: "Jiang Zhouge, lie down!"

Jiang Zhouge heard her voice and turned around slowly.The military uniform that had been washed clean and tidy before was stained on the battlefield, covered with blood and dirt, but Song Shimiao still had a familiar smile on her face, gentle and slightly cunning.

Everything around is quiet, there is no sound of birdsong, no sound of wind, no sound of breathing, it is too quiet, dead still.

Jiang Zhouge said, "Shi Miao, did you find him?"

Song Shimiao suddenly covered his mouth and stared at Jiang Zhouge's abdomen. There was a hole there, and the blood kept flowing out. There are still intestines exposed.

Jiang Zhouge smiled purely and innocently, "Shi Miao, have you come to see me?"

Tears flowed from Song Shimiao's face, it was too familiar, this scene, Jiang Zhouge's wound, the mortar... too familiar, a scene that she would never forget.

Seeing her covering her mouth and crying silently, Jiang Zhouge tilted her head slightly, "Shi Miao, are you crying?"

As she walked forward, blood trickled down the ground between her fingers, and her intestines also flowed out from the edge of the wound, and flowed all over the floor. Jiang Zhouge suddenly stopped, and slowly lowered her head. The ground was her bleeding. Intestines and blood came out.

The innocence on Jiang Zhouge's face disappeared, and when she looked up again, she had a grim face, "I remember, I remember, I'm already dead, dead people can't stay in the mortal world, I look so ugly now , will scare my Shi Miao..."

As she spoke, it suddenly became transparent from the bottom of her feet, spreading to her legs step by step, to her knees...

Jiang Zhouge's expression became serene again, and she raised her head again and smiled gently at Song Shimiao: "Shi Miao, go back, you should have your life."

"No! I don't want it! Don't die! Jiang Zhouge...!"

The bus jolted, and Song Shimiao's head hit the window. She woke up in pain with tears all over her face.