Since the discovery of the underground remains, the garrison, the county, and the province have been investigating, communicating, and conducting secondary examinations. Finally, it was confirmed that the remains belonged to the martyrs who sacrificed their lives in the county town defense battle twenty years ago, the same cavalry battalion that Lin Zhengde had been thinking about day and night for the past twenty years.
There is no doubt that they are martyrs. At the time, Xi Ping'an also said that if their identities were confirmed, these martyrs could be placed in the martyrs' cemetery and be paid homage by future generations.
However, the awkward thing is that Anji County is a county town near the border, which can be considered a remote city. After liberation and the founding of the People's Republic of China, it has been able to keep up with the country's development speed. However, in such a large province, it does not have a single martyrs' cemetery.
So the first thing to do was to build a martyrs' cemetery. If it weren't for this discovery, this kind of building should have been built in the provincial capital. However, the war happened in Anji County. They sacrificed their lives for the county and have been sleeping in the county for so many years. Lin Zhengde argued his case and Xi Ping'an chimed in. In the end, the martyrs' cemetery was located in the county, but in a quiet suburb, on the only road leading to the border.
It is very close to the county town where they fought.
After months of intensive work, the martyrs were finally able to be reburied as the weather grew colder.
Therefore, Lin Zhengde, Cheng Jin, Cheng Chao, Commander Lin who came specially, Qin Qinghuai, along with several other leaders from the garrison and the border military region, as well as representatives from the provincial party committee, Xi Ping'an leading the county party committee, the armed forces department, the public security bureau, veterans, and many ordinary people who came after hearing the news, and even the committee that usually doesn't take anyone seriously, all silently followed at this time.
Simple, she led her child along in the crowd, listening to the people's sentiments. Some local elderly people gently recalled their experiences back then. When they arrived at the martyrs' cemetery, the surrounding people all had tears in their eyes.
I don't feel that much empathy, but I still admire them. The passion and emotions of people back then are not deeply understood by later generations. Just by wearing this uniform, they were willing to give their lives for strangers and for this county, fighting to the last moment, even if their sacrifice was just one in millions in this huge battle, and even if they died, they did not become heroes or martyrs.
Like these people, if it weren't for this, they would very likely have remained buried underground for another twenty years, or even longer.
No one knows it, no one worships it.
The moment they took action, they probably all knew in their hearts that this battle might not have been their responsibility, but if they held off the enemy for a while, the invasion would be delayed, and the civilians might suffer less harm.
So, even though they knew this was likely their last battle, a turning point that might determine whether they could continue to live, that they might not see the sun rise tomorrow, their wives, children, and parents, or their comrades who were waiting for them to return, they still took action for the sake of the people in the city and for the sake of this small county town that was already riddled with holes.
The same scenario is not unfamiliar. Jian Dan has seen it many times in later generations: earthquakes, tsunamis, wildfires, floods, typhoons, storms, snowstorms, mudslides... In the face of every natural disaster and man-made calamity, these figures are also fighting on the front lines. They are also unsure of what tomorrow will bring. They know that they may lose their lives in this disaster at any time. They know that any moment may be their last day or last moment. But they are also the same, without the slightest hesitation and without looking back.
"Mom, are they heroes?"
In the quiet atmosphere, even the little one's hushed voice seemed amplified countless times.
He glanced up briefly but didn't speak. Xi Ping'an, who was at the very front, finally spoke.
Yes, they are all heroes.
Twenty years ago, our county was about to be liberated, and our people were about to usher in a new life of independence and self-reliance. However, some people, harboring ugly and filthy thoughts that they could not bear to see, did not want our people to live a good life. They were like rats in the gutter, eyeing the light that was about to come to us. They were unwilling to accept this.
Knowing full well that liberation and enlightenment are an inevitable trend, and that they are powerless to stop it, yet unwilling to give up, they can only cunningly sabotage and hinder our path toward enlightenment.
On the eve of the liberation of our county, they secretly tried to sneak in to carry out one last massacre to satisfy their final filth.
Our 353 cavalry heroes discovered something amiss on their way back to their unit. Their conviction, their faith, their sense of responsibility, their affection for Anji County, and their responsibility to their fellow villagers made them resolutely stop the enemy outside the county.
For the liberation of the county, they fought the enemy to the last moment, shedding their last drop of blood and exerting their last bit of strength. 353 people, 353 brave men, not one survived, and likewise, not a single enemy was spared.
They were also someone's sons and husbands, with parents, wives, and children at home waiting for them to return and reunite. But they were left here permanently, and they didn't even have the chance to see the troops they longed for, which were dozens of miles away.
Their blood has soaked the land beneath our feet. Fellow villagers, brothers, I believe we all have feelings for Anji County. Some of you may still remember that patch of blood-stained land that suddenly appeared at the town gate on the day the county was liberated twenty years ago. That was the blood of our heroes. Our heroes did not leave; they are buried in the place they couldn't bear to leave, watching this land become more and more prosperous, watching the lives of the people improve, watching the land they protected never again experience war or separation.
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