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The tall stone tablet still stood quietly in this bleak season, and Liangzi's firm eyes were always staring at the flying red flag.

Although it is a festive day, there is no festive atmosphere here.

Liming handed them a food bag and said, "I'll pay homage to Grandpa first. You can give each of these things some, and I'll be back in a while."

Fugui and Xiaoyu cleaned the weeds on the three graves, wiped the stone tablets again, Xiaoyu carefully laid a piece of paper in front of each grave, and then put the food on the paper.

"Okay, I'm not interested in drinking here and not calling us, right?" Yang Aiguo and Xin Yi shouted and jumped out from behind the poplar trees, staring at them dissatisfiedly.

Xin Yi looked at the dishes placed on the paper and said, "Well, this place is good, the dishes are quite rich, and you can also be with Liangzi and the others."

Xiaoyu explained: "We didn't drink, we came to pay tribute to them."

Yang Aiguo looked back and saw that Dawn was still burning paper on the hillside. The paper ash flying in the wind was spinning in the air. Finally, he fell helplessly into the sparse dry grass, nodded and said, "It should be that they are our comrades-in-arms, good brothers, and they should also celebrate the New Year."

Xiaoyu looked at the flying paper ash and murmured: "You said, do people really have souls?"

Fugui asked in surprise: "Why do you think of this too?"

Xiao Yu sat next to the two-character stone tablet, silently lit a cigarette, put it in front of Zhang Chengliang's tombstone and said, "Actually, since Liangzi and the others left, I have been thinking, why is human life so fragile? They were all lively, but in the blink of an eye, I closed my eyes and could never see the world. Sometimes I really can't understand, are we here proving our value? If I use my life as a bet to prove my value, I really can't figure it out. Just like Liangzi, he hurriedly left his life here. Although he was recognized as a second-class merit, after all, it was exchanged for his life. When he left, can he feel the honor he received?"

Fugui looked at the blue smoke he spit out, and disappeared without a trace in the cold wind for a while. In fact, what Xiaoyu said was exactly what he had been confused about. When he came here, he came here to fulfill his dream, to promote his promise to the swallows, and fulfill his promise to the swallows. However, since his three comrades fell one after another, he really felt like he was surrounded by mules covered with shackles. Even if he had no motivation, he would have to keep spinning around the stone mill. Perhaps, what he was afraid of was not the whip raised by his master, but the white flour that was ground under the heavy stone mill.

He silently looked at Liangzi's tombstone. His once fresh life stayed here forever. All those who accompanied him were the sad wind, dead grass, and the poplar forest that he would never see. The bleak cold wind kept rolling up some dead grass, and swirling around aimlessly.

Yang Aiguo angrily patted Liangzi's stone tablet and said, "Why do you think so? After the New Year, you don't know what you are doing? Open your eyes and take a look. Ask your comrades who died, what do they think? They just fell under the guns of terrorists. Don't you think you can avenge him one day? We wear this military uniform and do something for this military uniform. If you think it's not worth it, get out tomorrow!"

He looked at the flying national flag angrily and sighed, "I am not so great, and my ideological realm is not that noble, but since the day I came here, I have liked it, and I can feel a feeling of boiling blood. Everything here excites me and makes me feel the excitement of completely releasing my youth. Do you still remember what the captain said when I first came here? There are no cowards, but all the prides of the army who stand tall and upright. Here I don't believe in tears or sacrifice. Here I only believe in soldiers, only heroes!" He stroked Liangzi's stone tablet and said sadly: "The three of them are heroes. They have left their youth and life here. If one day I fall down and fall in this desolate Gobi Desert, I believe I will be a hero, and my name will be permanently engraved on this immortal monument!"

"Looking at the Ku people's words, they were so passionate that they moved me. Are they so sad that they were almost crying?" Liming didn't know when it came down. He clapped and looked at Yang Aiguo and said, "Are you a hero? Do you think you will become a hero if you fall? What are your logic? Tell you, I never regard them as heroes, they are just martyrs." He pointed to the stone tablets of Wei Mingsheng and Xu Guoguang and said, "They did not fire a single shot and shot. They were broken into their eyebrows as soon as they entered the battlefield, and their throats were broken. Can this be a hero? They are just martyrs! A real hero must first protect themselves on the battlefield and exchange their lowest price for the greatest victory. Don't forget that our lives are only once, and we must cherish them."

Fugui listened silently to his words and felt suddenly understand the meaning of a true hero. Perhaps he was right. Our lives are only once, and we must cherish them.
Chapter completed!