Bright Sword's Bloody War of Resistance

Chapter 146 Taking the Brat's Head as a Sacrifice

In the evening, Wang Yigong found Zhou Weihan quietly.

"Regimental Commander, tomorrow is the day for the burial of the sacrificed comrades. The soldiers of our reserve battalion made some sacrifices!" Wang Yigong said in a thief-like manner.

"Sacrifice? Do I still need my consent?"

"This sacrifice is a bit special. I'm not sure. The soldiers cut off the heads of a few little devils." Wang Yigong said truthfully.

After hearing this, Zhou Weihan rubbed his head and said, "Your idea? Does Gao Zhiheng know?"

"He doesn't know. The soldiers did it secretly. I only found out at night. Commander, this is not a violation of discipline, right? This is the beheading of a dead little devil, not the killing of prisoners!"

Zhou Weihan didn't agree or disagree, but just said: "Okay, I understand."

"Captain, what about this?"

"Fuck off!"

Seeing Wang Yigong who went out, Zhou Weihan felt a bit of a headache. It was because of Zhao Gang's absence, otherwise troubles would have happened again.

Zhou Weihan had no objection in his heart, and the Eighth Route Army did not expressly prohibit this. At the gate of Heshun County, the heads of the little devils were put on a Beijing watch, and a few little devils' heads were used as sacrifices.

The next morning, the day after the battle.

There was a thin drizzle in the sky, and today is the day when the soldiers who died in the New Second Regiment were buried.

The location was chosen at the foot of a mountain in the north of Chenjiayu. It is usually very sunny, and there is a small river ditch not far away, with mountains and water.

This one was chosen by a local old man, who said it had good feng shui and was suitable for burying these heroes.

Zhou Weihan didn't think too much about it, but he just didn't want to cause trouble to the villagers of Chenjiayu because this place is very hidden, even if the little devils sweep it, they won't find it if they don't come here specially.

At this time, four to five thousand people gathered in the cemetery at the foot of the mountain, including soldiers from the New Second Regiment, and folks from eight nearby villages who came spontaneously.

Zhou Weihan was late because of Zhao Gang's urgent call. When Zhou Weihan arrived, the villagers were grooming the sacrificed soldiers.

This is a special request from the folks to send the soldiers off for the last time.

"Commander, some soldiers have prepared some sacrifices!" Gao Zhiheng, who was temporarily in charge of the burial, saw Zhou Weihan coming, and hurried forward to report.

"Okay, these are some new ideas to bid farewell to comrades-in-arms, as it should be." Zhou Weihan knew what was going on, nodded and said.

"But, Captain, you should go and have a look!" Gao Zhiheng jumped anxiously.

Zhou Weihan walked through the crowd, leaned forward to take a look, his lungs almost exploded.

The heads of the seven little devils were placed together, and Yongshan Kazuki was kneeling in front of him with his hands tied, his head drooping on the ground, sobbing non-stop.

"What's going on here? Using living people as sacrifices?" Zhou Weihan said, pointing at Wang Yigong and the others, his eyes glaring.

Kazuki Yongshan, who was still sobbing just now, suddenly raised his head at this moment, kept kowtowing to Zhou Weihan, and muttered: "I don't want to die, I have never killed anyone!"

"What are you doing in a daze? Bring me back!"

"You're fucking deaf, I'll give you a pickaxe?" Seeing that Zhou Weihan was really angry, Wang Yigong and the others hurriedly called the soldiers to set Yongshan away.

"Leader, we didn't want to do anything to this little devil, but just wanted him to see his crimes so that he can reform better in the future." Wang Yigong said.

"That's not acceptable!" Zhou Weihan sternly refused.

This is Zhou Weihan here, and now there is still a chance to restrain him. If the various ministries act independently in the future, if this happens again, won't Wang Yigong and the others bury the captured little devil alive?
The little devil Zhou Weihan who killed a thousand swords also wanted to be buried alive, but discipline is discipline.

Zhou Weihan didn't want to open a hole in their thinking, once the hole was opened, it would only get bigger and bigger.

Zhou Weihan walked slowly among the bodies of the sacrificed soldiers, he wanted to take a last look at them.

"The personal information of the soldiers has been counted. Let the political commissar send someone later to deliver the pension and food to the homes of every soldier who died," Zhou Weihan asked Gao Zhiheng.

"Regimental Commander, many of the soldiers in our reserve battalion are not from the north, and we can't get in touch with them at all. The supplementary battalion is okay, they are all from southern Hebei!"

"If you can't deliver it, wait until the war is won in the future, and then send someone to contact. It can't be lost, and the family doesn't know!"

Zhou Weihan paused after finishing speaking, and squatted down. The soldier in front of him was familiar to him. His name was Wu Shuangzhu.

At that time, when Zhang Yuanlan was teaching them, Zhou Weihan was still talking to the soldiers of the company. Wu Shuangzhu also said that he needed to learn more words and write letters to his family when the time came.

Zhou Weihan grinned and wiped Wu Shuangzhu's face with his hand, wondering if he had written a letter to his family.

"Brothers! Let's go!" Zhou Weihan shouted loudly, holding back tears until his voice broke.

"Brothers! Walk slowly on Huangquan Road, brothers will be there later!" More than a dozen soldiers shouted loudly.

"buried"

The whole process was solemn and solemn, and the four to five thousand people present did not make the slightest sound for a while.

The soldiers wrapped the body of the deceased comrade in white cloth, carried it into the grave, and then began to shovel dirt on it.

Gao Zhiheng said the names of each fighter: "Zhang Wuxing, 22 years old, from Changde, Hunan; Wang Sanxi, 26 years old, from Meishan, Sichuan

Wu Shuangzhu, 19 years old, was born in Guangping, southern Hebei. "

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo th The old soldier, wearing a shabby but clean military uniform and an apron, ran to the grave and squatted there weeping bitterly.

To be honest, men cry less loudly than women, but they are more contagious to the people around them.

Beside the cooking squad leader, there are several soldiers who are also cooking squad, they are either old, weak, or young.

These cooking soldiers did not cry with the old squad leader, but silently took out rice bowls one by one, filled them with rice, covered them with a few pieces of braised pork, and placed them in front of the grave.

At this time, no one said they were wasting food, no one thought they were in the way, and everyone was watching them.

Many of the soldiers of the New Second Regiment are veterans who have experienced battles. Seeing these comrades who trained and ate with me a few days ago were gradually buried in the mud, they all shed tears.

"Good babies, all good babies!" An elderly man in the crowd kept talking while leaning on a cane with one hand and wiping tears with the other.

"Captain, do you want to erect a tombstone?" Gao Zhiheng said hesitantly.

Zhou Weihan fell silent after hearing this.

Need a monument?need!Because these fighters are worthy of a monument!Even the inscriptions can highlight their bravery and achievements!
But Zhou Weihan couldn't set up a tombstone for them. If the little devil found out, it would not only disturb the rest of the soldiers, but also bring trouble to the nearby villagers.

"Forget it! Later"

Zhou Weihan knew very well that from now on, these fighters would only appear in memory and in notebooks.

"If there is a future, I will set up a monument for my brothers at that time." Zhou Weihan raised his head, letting the rain hit his face.

His face was cold, but his heart was even colder. At this time, no one could understand Zhou Weihan's mood after experiencing the prosperous and prosperous times, and then came to the era of war and chaos.

Life has to go on, and the little devil still has to fight. At this time, Zhou Weihan is not only surviving in troubled times alone, but also has to live with the new second regiment, so that more Chinese people can live in peace.

Heavy responsibilities are in my heart, let peace come sooner!
When the body of the last soldier was also covered with mud, Zhou Weihan shouted loudly: "Fire the gun, salute!"

The soldiers of the guard company held long guns, pulled the bolts, and pulled the triggers to send their comrades off for the last time.

"Papa papa." The sound of gunfire echoed in my ears.

No matter what era, those who sacrificed for national security, for the continuation of the nation, and for the benefit of the people are the most respectable people!

Solemn and solemn!
　In front of the mausoleum, the heads of the enemy bandits are spread all over, and the old man is not weak at present.

　　When the flags are hung all over the sky, the whole area is full of Chinese red.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)