The Soul of a Young Soldier Returns!
Zhang Mufeng's consciousness slowly walked on a mountain path.
The area he could move around in was enough for him to reach the back mountain of the 9th Military Region.
The mountain was huge. Part of it was the training ground of the Ninth Army, while the other part was open to the public.
In a sense, this was Zhang Mufeng's first time stepping out of the 9th MR's territory.
He slowly walked up a mountain road and jumped over a stone gate. He saw a continuous series of stone tablets.
Tens of thousands of stone tablets stood quietly in this quiet place.
From here, one could see half of the capital city.
Zhang Mufeng looked at the stone tablets, as well as the words and pictures carved on them. He stood still.
"What is this place?"
"Yanjing Mountain Cemetery of Martyrs, the place where 1,080 martyrs sleep.”
The solemn voice of the Heart of the Nation sounded. Zhang Mufeng remained silent.
He quietly walked to a stone tablet and saw a couple with a child worshiping it.
It was a man who was about thirty years old. He was taking out plates of fruits from his fruit basket and placing them in front of the monument.
His wife, the beautiful woman in black, was holding their child's hand behind the man.
The child seemed to be infected by the atmosphere here. He did not make any noise. He suddenly broke free from his mother's hand and ran to the man's side. He asked in a childish voice,
"Dad, why do you have to come here every year?”
"Who is lying in this box!"
This was the first time the child had been brought here by his parents, so he felt that the stone tablets in front of him were all beautiful boxes.
The man pulled the child to his side and pointed at the young face on the stone tablet in front of him.
"This is Dad's grandfather, your great-grandfather. He's lying inside sleeping.”
The child followed his father's finger and saw the unfamiliar and young portrait.
"Why does great-grandfather look so young? He seemed to be only a little older than his father!”
The man patted the child's head and explained patiently,
"Great-grandfather joined the army when he was very young. Later on, Great-grandfather and his companions fought an enemy.”
"Then great-grandfather fell asleep. He won't grow old when he falls asleep, right? Great-grandfather was only found a few years ago, so he slept here later.”
"In the future, if Daddy gets old and one day disappears, Junjun, you have to come here every year to visit great-grandfather, okay? Great-grandfather is a hero!"
The child didn't know what " Daddy is old and gone " meant, but she still nodded her little head firmly and answered crisply.
"Good! When I grow up, I'll definitely come to see great-grandfather every day! He still had to look at the other grandpas who were sleeping here!”
"Junjun is so obedient! Go to your mother."
After the child was taken away by his mother, the man knelt in front of the tombstone.
As he placed the fruit plate on the table, he took out a bottle of white wine from the basket.
He took out three small wine glasses and filled them up one by one. The rest of the wine was sprinkled directly on the ground in front of the tombstone.
"Grandpa, grandson is here to see you again!”
"I didn't bring anything good this time, so I brought you an extra bottle of wine. If it wasn't for Grandma's diary, I would have forgotten to bring you food wine that has a high alcohol content.”
"Our family is now rated as the descendants of heroes. The preferential treatment policy is very good. You and the other seniors can rest assured here.”
The man rambled on. The only impression he had of his grandfather was the portrait in front of him.
He joined the army when he was young, and his soul returned!
This was a true portrait of many good men in those years.
But fortunately, they were all home now!
After the man paid his respects, he left with his wife and child.
All that was left was a blissful back, which made Zhang Mufeng a little absent-minded.
He walked to the stone tablet that the man had worshiped, and his finger gently stroked the words carved on it.
"Zhang Erniu, the former platoon leader of the second platoon of the 73rd Artillery Company. After firing the last shell in the Battle of the River Mouth, he engaged in a hand-to-hand battle with the enemy and sacrificed himself heroically.”
He subconsciously read it out loud. He didn't know about this battle, but he could imagine it.
"An artillery platoon responsible for long-range attacks was forced to fight with the enemy. I think that battle back then was also very miserable.”
He stared at the young face on the stone tablet. He had seen countless faces like this.
At this moment, a faint voice suddenly came from the stone tablet in front of him.
"Who are you?"
"You have the same aura as me!"
"Hmm? The people inside can talk?"
Zhang Mufeng was stunned for a moment, then he smiled to himself.
" That's true. I've been frozen for fifty years, but I can still transform into a form of consciousness. It's not surprising that these soldiers who have sacrificed themselves for decades still have consciousness left behind.”
"Who are you?"
"You have the same aura as me!"
The same voice came from the tombstone in front of him, as if there was only this consciousness.
Just as Zhang Mufeng was hesitating whether to answer, the heart of the nation suddenly fluttered violently.
"This is just a remnant of consciousness. It's under every stone tablet here.”
"They are more or less unwilling to disappear with memories.”
"As the heart of the nation, I can summon the remnants of their army. Do you want to see it?”
"Look at these remnant consciousnesses. What are they longing for?”
Zhang Mufeng suddenly felt his throat dry up.
Still not dissipating?
Then show yourself!
"Good!"
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