33 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 1

(One)

No. The 17th National Academic Forum for Young Doctors was held in Kunming. When the organizer announced the venue, Song Shimiao didn't say anything. He lowered his head and silently prepared for the operation in an hour.

It was just a minor operation. Song Shimiao followed the procedure to brush his hands after changing into a scrub suit. She was already proficient in these pre-operative preparations and subsequent operations.

The operation was over in less than half an hour. She was the chief surgeon, and after leaving the operating room, she handed over the task of explaining her illness to Yisuke. She sat on a chair in the dressing room by herself, only taking off the operating gown, and did not change into the scrubbing gown. , The surgical cap was not taken off, and when I looked up with a mask on, I saw my face in the opposite mirror, leaving only half of the bridge of the nose and a pair of eyes.

It seems to be exactly the same as that time. After a major operation, I slumped on the chair and was exhausted. I looked up and saw that I was sweating profusely and fainted from hypoglycemia. In a daze, I had already changed clothes from the white, clean and spacious operating room. Time went to another yellowed cramped room.

There was a lot of noise, and the communication was almost all by roaring. There was a man's voice: "If you can't save her, the chairman will blame her, and you can't fucking eat it!"

There was a trembling voice: "Sir... It's not that we don't save... Really, we can't save..."

"What can't be saved! Do you know who is lying in it!"

"Sir... the shrapnel is too close to the heart, we... our existing technology does..."

A woman was lying on the white sheet, her face was pale, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, she was wearing a yellow-green military uniform, her chest was dyed dark red, and there was a disgusting smell of blood in the air.

Song Shimiao was in a trance, sniffing hard to smell the smell of blood, the roar of the man outside the door, the doctor's scream after pushing the door open, and the woman, the woman coughed in a low voice, her voice was very low and without confidence say...

what did she say?

Song Shimiao tried his best to hear her voice...

Soon, she heard it soon, she was going back soon...

That woman, Jiang Zhouge...

"Doctor Song? Doctor Song?"

Song Shimiao opened his eyes, and there was a head nurse standing in front of him. The nurse's uniform was clean, and the wall behind was clean. There was no smell of blood, only the smell of disinfectant water that never faded away from the hospital.

"Why did you fall asleep here? It's cold here, go to the lounge to sleep."

Song Shimiao smiled, his face was exhausted, "It's okay, I'll go home."

The head nurse repeatedly confirmed that she was fine, and went back to work in two steps.

Song Shimiao raised his eyes to look across, and there was only death in those eyes.

She can't go back.

After a year, Song Shimiao finally realized this fact in despair.

(two)

Fly to Kunming early the next morning.The day before Song Shimiao sat in the hospital until midnight before returning home. After taking a shower, he packed his luggage. Except for the necessary materials, he only took a few clothes. Finally, he wandered around in the study for a long time before going to bed, and finally made up his mind to take the next wooden box.Song Shimiao put it into his backpack without looking at it, as if some Pandora's box could not be opened, but her movements were extremely gentle, as if treating a lover.

After a night of insomnia, you can smell the smell of tobacco when you close your eyes. Song Shimiao didn't smoke before, and he even hated tobacco extremely when he was a student.It wasn't until a year ago that she changed her mind. At that time, she kept chasing after Jiang Zhouge and shouted that smoking less was unhealthy. The man smiled with a soft cigarette in his mouth and said, "It depends on whether I can live until then."

After coming back, it suddenly dawned on me that in the middle of the night after each major operation, Song Shimiao hid in the smoking room and took a cigarette like that man. Women’s cigarettes are long and thin, and the smoke lingers around the fingertips. Song Shimiao Looking through the smoke, Jiang Zhouge's laughing voice rang in his ears.

Whether you are healthy or not, you have to live to an age where you can talk about health.

Song Shimiao simply got up to light a cigarette, but he didn't smoke, so he just sandwiched it between his middle finger and ring finger, and the ring on his ring finger was just right between his fingers.

Catch up on sleep on the plane during the day, and go directly to the hotel after landing.Immediately afterwards, she went to participate in the forum, and Song Shimiao brought her academic and scientific research results to exchange ideas with colleagues present at the meeting.

On the last day of the forum, she asked the dean for leave and concentrated all her previous, present and future vacations on this occasion. Song Shimiao could still laugh and said to the dean easily: "Teacher, if you always disagree, Then I can’t help it, anyway, if the return ticket is 20 days later, if the hospital doesn’t approve it, then it will be counted as my absenteeism.”

The dean was her university tutor, and he took her to the operating table by the hand. Hearing this, she was so angry that she hung up the phone and went to the personnel department to approve a leave slip.

On the first day of vacation, Song Shimiao hid in the hotel and looked up travel guides, checked the Nujiang River, adjusted the map of Gaoligongshan, and finally drew a circle in Tengchong County.

It's just a simple stroke of a pen. The three places are clearly visible under the satellite map, and the circle is enclosed within an area of ​​1141.8174 square kilometers. Song Shimiao can only see the smoke of war and nearly [-] tombstones on paper.

They set off the next day. For the sake of convenience, Song Shimiao reported to the regiments one by one. During the period, he signed an agreement with all the regiments and voluntarily borne all the consequences of leaving the regiment.

The first stop is Lushui County. The tour group follows the car along the winding road, and the Nujiang River is at the bottom of the road.Song Shimiao listened to music with his earphones plugged in as soon as he got in the car, and chose a seat at the back with his eyes closed to rest his mind, which was in stark contrast to other tourists who visited the scenery.

The car stopped when it arrived at the Lichaiba Ferry in Shangjiang Township. This is a tourist attraction. The Lichaiba Ferry Massacre happened here.There is also a towering monument built in front of the ferry to commemorate this event, and the tour group also came for this.

But Song Shimiao was not.

She walked around the monument to the river beach alone, knelt down and dipped her hands in the river water.In May, the river water was still bitingly cold, and there was wind on the river beach, even wearing a jacket could not stop the cold wind from biting into the bones.

Song Shimiao came here for what happened in the same month two years later. It is no more famous in history books than the tragedy, and of course it is not as famous as its cousin crossing the Dadu River.It was even just an ordinary military action, and all the brilliance was hidden in the subsequent battles.

But Song Shimiao can't forget, she can't forget that this is the road that Jiang Zhouge walked, she dreamed back many times, sweating all over, thinking that if the other party returns here, or that person is not from the 54th Army , even if that person doesn't want to be brave enough to go to the front line of the 198th Division to inspect, will the ending be different in the future?

The water level of the Nujiang River has dropped a lot. When Jiang Zhouge described it in the past, he always vividly said that "the god of the river roared angrily." When Song Shimiao asked again, the man turned his face away and said in a low voice, "I'm listening to the teacher. Said. I was still in the military headquarters when the first wave of forced crossing, and I came here after the whole army crossed the river and settled down." Song Shimiao laughed "haha" and said, "I have a chance, and I must see what you said. The roar of the river god."

But now there is no chance. After more than 70 years, the water level of the Nu River has dropped, and the river here has become gentle and gentle.

Song Shimiao's hands were frozen, and in less than 2 minutes, the blood supply would be blocked and he would become unconscious.Song Shimiao hurriedly took his hand out of the water, took a test tube with him and took a tube of river water.

When he got up, the blood supply to the brain was insufficient, Song Shimiao shook his center of gravity, but fortunately, he had a pair of hands to support her in time, so that she would not fall to the ground.Song Shimiao said thank you in a low voice, then his hands let go of her, and the sound of shoes stepping on the stones was heard, and they gradually drifted away.

Song Shimiao shook his head, and saw a man wearing a coat, scarf, and buttoned hat. Judging from his back, he almost wrapped himself up tightly.

(three)

After leaving Lichaiba Ferry, Song Shimiao left the group and started the next trip.The second stop was Gaoligong Mountain. She crossed the river by boat on the edge of the Nujiang River. There was a local ferry boat on the river that was specially used to carry tourists. It cost 20 yuan per person. Song Shimiao boarded the boat after paying the money, and sat down beside the boat wearing a life jacket.

At that time, the river was turbulent, and there was a Japanese army position on the opposite side. The Type 7.7 13.2mm heavy machine gun and the Type 20 [-]mm heavy machine gun were both full of bullets and staring at each other.How many people died to cross the river.Now [-] yuan can be exchanged for a life. If Jiang Zhouge had a choice, she would give all her family property in exchange for the soldiers to cross the river safely.

After crossing the river, push forward and you will reach the foot of Gaoligong Mountain.There are villages at the foot of the mountain, and the houses are scattered. There is a pine tree at the entrance of the village. It was planted in the 17th year of Jiaqing, and there are stone tables and benches under the tree.In the past, Jiang Zhou pulled her to sit here. The conditions were so poor that they didn’t even have a cup of tea. The two of them extravagantly carried the open bowls borrowed from the villagers’ houses. The bowls were filled with boiling water. Sit quietly for an afternoon and watch the sunset together.

Now that the trees, tables and stools were still there, Song Shimiao entered the village with scattered tourists, sat at the entrance of the village for a while, and walked in again.

Several houses about 100 meters after entering the village were requisitioned as temporary field hospitals at that time.About 200 meters after entering the village is the headquarters of the 198th Division.

Song Shimiao started walking from the entrance of the village. She walked this road for countless days and nights. The route was deeply engraved on the hippocampus, and burned into the depths of the soul along with the bone gap.

Hurry up, there are still 50 meters left.The village has hardly changed. After half a century, the old houses have become old again after being refurbished, and the cracked stone roads are covered with moss marks.At that time, Jiang Zhouge asked her to come out of the hospital to relax. When she came here, she didn't want her to help her, but she stepped on the moss and slipped. I don't hurt."

The eaves can already be seen from here, and the doors of the houses in the past were all pasted with large regular script: "Army Field Hospital." It was written by Jiang Zhouge when he was injured, and a small piece of ink was Jiang Zhouge's. She clumsily grinds away her private possessions, and in the end there are still a lot left, so Jiang Zhouge smiled and said, "Why don't I give you a pair of words."

Song Shimiao took good care of that word and her watch.

Passing by a tour group, most of them are young people, when the tour guide talked about the history here, they couldn't help but get excited and sang the song of intellectual youth joining the army.

"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..."

More than a dozen people sang at different levels, some forgot their words and some were out of tune. Song Shimiao stood in front of the door and looked up at the eaves. Jiang Zhouge's vigorous and powerful regular script had long since dissipated in the dust of history. She, her teacher, and her The commander-in-chief of the army lived here, and now after 70 years, he finally returned to his hometown.

This is where the story of Song Shimiao and Jiang Zhouge started.

"...A man should be in serious danger, how can he let Ru Guan miss this life?

Kuang Nai's country is in peril, and the battle between the feathers will never stop..."

Song Shimiao's different tunes were mixed in the chorus of these young people, which seemed extremely abrupt.But only she knew, and only she remembered, that what she sang was the original tune of the song, the tune that Jiang Zhouge corrected her sentence by sentence and asked her to memorize.

"...abandon my old pen and write my wartime lapel.

One call for more than one hundred thousand comrades, sang war hymns and joined the army.

Clean the dust, vow to sweep the Japanese slaves regardless of their own..."

Song Shimiao smiled in tears, hello, Jiang Zhouge, I am Song Shimiao, a doctor from New China in the 21st century.

"Hello, Song Shimiao, I am Jiang Zhouge, Colonel Chief of Staff of the [-]th Division of the [-]th Army of the [-]th Group Army of the Chinese Expeditionary Army. Salute!"

The author has something to say: This book was written in November last year, and it can be regarded as the first anti-Japanese text in the true sense.

I originally wanted to overhaul it, but found that the plot couldn't move at all, even if I deleted the part I was most dissatisfied with, the story would be incomplete.So I just posted it directly.

【However, I will rewrite a revised version in the future. It can be regarded as continuing to supplement and improve on the basis of this book, and try my best until I am satisfied】.