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    The old director let out a long sigh and told him: "Zhang Qing was a prisoner in North Korea, so he was greatly impacted by all the movements after he came back. He was actually quite good-looking when he was young.  He was also very capable, but because of this, no one wanted to marry him, so he never married. I think it may be because he was afraid of going to the Public Security Bureau again, thinking that if we informed him to go to a meeting, we would criticize him again, so  That¡¯s why I can¡¯t think about it!¡±

    Zhang Xian and Wang Jinna were both silent. People's mental endurance is actually limited. When the limit is really reached, a straw may be enough to crush the person.

    With a very gloomy mood, Zhang Xian, Wang Jinna and Zhang Zhengfeng left Xiangxi. They did not go back to Wuhan directly. They stayed in Changde for one day. Here, they came to the 74th Army Tomb of the National Army.  garden.  Zhang Xian felt relieved when he saw that the cemetery had not suffered too much damage and basically retained its original appearance.  The people of Changde have not forgotten those soldiers who fought bloody battles for the motherland. Even after so many movements, the people of this city still preserved this cemetery that was denounced as a "reactionary" and did not let it go because of different ideologies.  These heroes who fought to the end for their motherland are disappointed.

    After paying homage to the fallen comrades at the 74th Army Cemetery, Zhang Xian could not calm down for a long time. He decided to go to Shipai again to visit the graves of the fallen soldiers of the 11th Division of the 18th Army.  This decision was naturally approved by Wang Jinna, who could understand Zhang Xian's mood at this time.

    Although Zhang Zhengfeng was a little dissatisfied with his grandfather's temporary approach, Zhang Zhengfeng still obediently agreed.  The three of them took a long-distance bus from Changde to Yichang, followed the newly built Gezhouba Dam, the first dam of the Yangtze River, to the south bank of the Yangtze River, and stayed at Sandouping Town for a night.  At this time, Sandouping had long lost its prosperity during the Anti-Japanese War. It was just an inconspicuous and small town. If the Three Gorges Dam that had been under discussion might not be sited here, this small town might have  Never to be thought of again.

    Early the next morning, under the leadership of a guide, Zhang Xian and his party set out on the road to the ruins of Shipai Fortress. After two or three hours of trekking, they finally found the man who had already been there in the grass.  The fortress, which had been abandoned for many years, and those solid reinforced concrete buildings, were now submerged in the bushes. No one would know that a great war took place here more than forty years ago.

    Relying on his vague memory, Zhang Xian touched the foothills not far away, but to his great disappointment, the place he thought was supposed to be a cemetery had now turned into a primary school because of the winter vacation.  Because there were no students in this elementary school, he found the janitor who had not yet left. The old school janitor told them that this place was indeed a wasteland at that time, because the terrain was relatively flat and there were no need to use it.  It occupied farmland, so the commune chose this place as the site of the school. When the school was built, they dug up a lot of bones and wooden coffins, but many of them were used as coffins and burned.  The bones were also thrown far away, for fear of scaring the children.

    Hearing the old school worker's narration, Zhang Xian burst into tears in an instant, and his heart felt like a knife. When he recalled those comrades and compatriots who died here, it only made him feel guilty and hateful, and he fell to the ground.  I can¡¯t afford to kneel down for a long time!

    The old school worker was surprised to see the sad expression of this old man from Taiwan. He didn¡¯t understand how he came back. He also asked Wang Jinna strangely: ¡°What¡¯s wrong with him?¡±

    Wang Jinna's eyes were also filled with tears, but she asked him: "Master, do you know who is buried here?"

    The old school worker thought for a while and then said: "I heard they were Kuomintang soldiers!" He said, pointing to a stone tablet not far away and told Wang Jinna: "It is written there." As he said that, he remembered something again.  , said to them: "There is also a pool of blood. Do you want me to take you to take a look?"

    Wang Jinna shook her head. She had nothing to say. For ordinary people, they only knew that the Kuomintang was reactionary, and it was natural for the Kuomintang soldiers to dig their graves, but they did not know that the Kuomintang soldiers were also  Well, it doesn't matter whether they are Communist soldiers. In fact, we are all Chinese. Anyone who sacrifices his life for the country and the liberation of the nation should be called a hero and should also be commemorated by future generations.

    ¡°If a nation abandons even its own heroes and forgets them early, then this nation is truly hopeless!  However, history is fair in the end. I believe that one day people will wake up, let the truth be revealed to the world, and let the souls of heroes stop crying. This may take a long way, but green mountains cannot cover it.  After all, it flows eastward!

    Don¡¯t listen to anythingThe sound of leaves in the forest is heard, why not scream and move slowly.  Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid?  A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.

    The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly.  Looking back at the desolate place, when I return, there is no wind, rain or sunshine!

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