"Life is easy to grow old, and the years are heavy." Now it is sunshine again, and the yellow flowers of the battlefield are particularly fragrant. "This year's Chongyang Festival has another meaning. The meeting to commemorate the 70th anniversary of the Chinese Volunteer Army's war to resist US aggression and aid Korea was just held in Beijing, and General Secretary Xi Jinping delivered an inspiring speech. When the veterans of the volunteer army walked into the scene of the memorial meeting, they were applauded by the audience! Fast forward ten years ago, on the occasion of the 60th anniversary of the Chinese Volunteer Army's war to resist US aggression and aid Korea, when I was dispatched to the Ningjiang District Procuratorate in Songyuan City, Jilin Province, I interviewed a veteran of the Volunteer Army and a retired procurator of the Ningjiang District Procuratorate, Comrade Wang Fengchang. The impression of the interview was like yesterday, but Elder Wang had already passed away a few years ago and met his comrades in the volunteer army. The heroes know under the spring, the mountains and rivers of Huaxia are unharmed, and the home and country are peaceful, and they will certainly be pleased. In order to commemorate Elder Wang, the interview notes of that year were sent to entertain readers and comfort the heroes.
-- Visiting Wang Fengchang, a retired procurator of the Ningjiang District Procuratorate of Songyuan City and a former soldier of the Volunteer Army of the Chinese people to resist the United States and aid Korea
Author: Zhou Kaidong
On the banks of the second Songhua River in the evening, the twilight gradually thickened, and the originally close river bridge was shadowed in the twilight. On Jiangxin Island after this summer's flood, driftwood branches were broken, and a few old trees that refused to bow down stood tall with their branches.
"After so many years, some things are like engraving in your mind, and you can't forget them." Old Man Wang put his hand in his pocket, squinted his eyes at the river, and said calmly.
"I first entered the DPRK in August 1952, when I was 25 years old, I was a Grade A hygienist in the company, and at that time the allowance was five catties of meat per month. The troops went all the way south out of Shanhaiguan, where they were training in Tamsui, Guangdong Province, and later received a notice from their superiors that cadres at or above the platoon level should go north to accept new tasks. So I took a train all the way north, then crossed the Yalu River into North Korea in Dandong, and took the train all the way to the kind of stuffy tank car, and each carriage was full of soldiers. During the day is not afraid to drive, afraid of the American devils bombing, generally at night, but also stop and go, from time to time there are tracer bullets lit up, too bright! A tracer bomb can illuminate half of Buyeo County. Then immediately blow the trumpet, everyone quickly got out of the car into the cave, north Korean caves, inside secretly looked out of the plane flew away, and then got on the car to continue driving. Finally arrived at the area of Tongge Cave near Wonsan, the first mountain, and began to lead the troops to strengthen training, which was half a year. (Wonsan: Famous harbor in eastern Korea, latitude: 39°09'N.) East longitude: 124 ° 51 ', suffered heavy bombardment by the Us army during the war, almost razed to the ground)
"North Korea has a lot of mountainous areas, so it is very necessary to carry out combat training in the mountains. At that time in 1952, the BOMBing of the US army was very rampant, and the daytime training was often forced to stop, and the soldiers hid in the cave during the day to rest, and began training in the evening when it was dark, and they had to practice for more than ten hours a day, basically returning to the cave at dawn. At night, when we touched, climbed, rolled, and fought in the mountains, the soldiers were easily injured, and those of us who engaged in sanitary treatment were bandaged and rescued one by one. We were often busy until dawn, and when the troops rested at dawn, we would sort out our medicines and equipment and go down the mountain to the regimental headquarters to pick up medicines or change medicines for injections or something. It was quite dangerous to go down the mountain during the day, and the personnel and equipment had to be camouflaged with branches and quickly pass through the blockade line when there were no enemy aircraft. I remember that three soldiers were injured at one time, and we carried the stretcher down the mountain, which was really dangerous, and the devil's 'oil picker' (the F-84 and F-86 fighter-bombers put into use by the US military on the Korean battlefield, because of the two auxiliary fuel tanks hanging from the tip of the wings on both sides, looking like a burden, the volunteers jokingly called the 'oil picker') flew very low, almost rubbing the mountain, and the face of the pilot wearing a helmet could be seen close. Fortunately, in the summer, the trees were luxuriant, and we hid in the bushes and did not dare to look up, and the enemy planes did not find us, and threw a few bombs far away and flew away. We quickly carried the wounded to the regimental headquarters and finally arrived safely at our destination. "
As it got dark, the two-person theater of Riverside Television began to shout at the audience to enter. Elder Wang felt for the last "Red Tower Mountain", grabbed the empty cigarette box into a ball and threw it away, and lit it himself and sucked it up. Seeing that Elder Wang's eyes were a little bleak, I felt that today's interview should be over, so I sent Elder Wang home.
The second interview was conducted one afternoon at a teahouse in Gangnam. Accompanied by his wife, Wang Lao called a pot of longjing, and he picked up a Red Pagoda Mountain, and the afternoon sun shone on the smoke rising from the sky, and his thoughts returned to the lofty mountains of the Korean Peninsula half a century ago...
"The supply of the troops was quite good at that time, and the state transferred all kinds of materials from the rear to support the front, there were rice and noodles and dry food, and sometimes there were compressed biscuits that we made domestically, like the taste of bean cakes, and eating a small piece of food for a day. There are also dried vegetables, dried radishes, beans and sometimes canned soybean sprouts. But they couldn't eat vegetables, they often couldn't eat vegetables, and many soldiers were blind at night and couldn't see the road at night. Korean compatriots always come to bring us vegetables, all of which are pickled pickles, spicy cabbage, 'doraji root', and wild ginseng (a plant tuber called 'sand ginseng' in Koreans) or something. At that time, there were no adult men in the Korean villages, and when I entered the DPRK twice, I did not see boys in the village who were more than seventeen or eighteen years old, all of whom joined the People's Army, and the villages were full of elderly women and children. Often the old people (women in their fifties, men in their sixties) trembled and went up the mountain to deliver us food, and they had feelings for our volunteers, we called them 'Abbayi', 'Ama ni', although the language barrier, but also can be compared to express that deep friendship. A comrade who understands Korean can simply translate: 'Thank you to the volunteer army, thank you Chairman Mao, thank you to the Communist Party of China for defending The Three Thousand Mile Mountains of Korea together with us!' "
"In January 53, I returned to China with the troops, came to Anhui to recruit soldiers, and after a short training in China, the new recruits I received returned to Yuanshan for training after a short training in China, and then entered the DYNASTY through Dandong again in March and April. The enemy's crazy bombardment, our railway supply line is often cut off, repair the railway are all the women soldiers of the People's Army, do it without a sound, never afraid of danger, not bitter, not worse than the masters. Once I went down the mountain to collect medicine, just in time for a wave of big bombing, it was really shocking, there was a bomb crater scorched earth everywhere, there was a pair of rice picks thrown on the road, it should be a Korean compatriot who went up the mountain to deliver food, but the human body has been blown up, blown up everywhere, the corpse capital can not be found, a broken pot and can can ... , abominable American devil! "
Elder Wang was a little excited, and his wife said old man, you drink water, rest. Elder Wang took a sip of tea and leaned back. When Elder Wang calmed down a little, I tried to ask, "After two military trainings, did you later participate in the war?" "
"After the first training, the soldiers were handed over to the Thirty-eighth Army, and the second time we walked three nights to the Eastern Front and brought the troops to the 60th Army. It was August 53, and the soldiers were all good boys, and they were all good when they went to the battlefield. "
"In September 1953, we were ordered to return to China to Gui County, Guangxi, and on September 17, we set out to Zhanjiang to take a boat on Hainan Island, and later the reorganization number of the troops was changed to the nine detachments of the Hainan Military Region. In 1956, I returned to my hometown of Buyeo in the northeast, and then transferred to our procuratorate. I went to the Korean battlefield twice, and the most regrettable thing was that I didn't fight the enemy face to face and didn't kill a few devils with my own hands. "
The purple sand teapot of the chicken wing wood tea table creaked slightly, the water vapor and smoke mixed together, no one in the quiet tea room made a sound, and in my ear pinna, the blood and fire battle of half a century ago rumbled and was clearly recognizable.
"This year marks the sixtieth anniversary of the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, and everyone is commemorating this war. Someone has organized the old volunteer soldiers to return to Korea and go to the Hinokura County Martyrs' Cemetery to pay their respects to their comrades, if you are invited, will you go? "I broke the silence. Elder Wang was silent for a while: "Don't go." "
"What should have been done back then has been done. Now that I'm old, my body is no longer working, I can't walk. "
The 82-year-old man leaned back on the couch, and I could not see his excitement and sadness on the vicissitudes of his face, only the clenched fists may reveal the true feelings of the master. Mrs. Wang's mobile phone rang, she looked up at me, and I realized that it was time to send the old man home. We cleaned up a bit, and the two old men helped each other out of the room, and the driver greeted the door and sent the old man to the car.
The car was slowly about to drive away, and suddenly, the window of the car rolled down, and Elder Wang beckoned me to go over, and said loudly in my ear: "I didn't catch up with a gun and go to the front line to fight the devils, but if I really went to the battlefield, I may not be able to come back now." I heard that the number of volunteer soldiers' sacrifices was recently made public, so you can help me check it. "
Wang Fengchang and the author of this article take a group photo by the river.
59 years ago, the writer Wei Wei wrote the famous "Who is the Loveliest Person" after returning from North Korea. He wrote: "Every day in Korea, I am touched by something; the tide of my thoughts and feelings is flowing with indulgence; I want to tell everything to my friends in my motherland. But what I am most anxious to tell you is an important experience of my thoughts and feelings, and that is: I am getting a deeper and deeper sense of who is our loveliest person! "Their qualities are so pure and noble, their will is so tenacious and strong, their temperament is so simple and humble, their bosom is so beautiful and broad..."
In order to complete this interview, in order to better understand the whole picture and details of the war, I consulted a large number of information books, and I was more and more shocked by the reality of the war and by our heroic warriors. For the thousands of fearless warriors like Wang Fengchang in war, we contemporary people should not and must not forget them. Compared with those heroes who gave their lives for the motherland, what did we contribute to our motherland, our people?
"Draw your sword and strike the dragon sorrow". We love peace and are not good at war, but once the haze of war hangs over our heads, once the opponent forces us into a dangerous situation, we will certainly have no hesitation and strike with a bright sword.
Half a century later, Wang Shuzeng described in the Korean War X People's Literature Publishing House Revised Edition: "At 10 a.m. on July 27, 1953, the Korean War Armistice Agreement was officially signed. That evening, the Chinese and DPRK held a celebration party in Kaesong. Someone invited Peng Dehuai to dance, and he said no. The next person who invited him was a very young girl, who had a pair of big and bright eyes like Xiao Yan. Peng Dehuai said: 'Child, I am pulling you, let's go around!' So a haggard-faced, experienced old man took the hand of the little girl like a flower, and they walked, they walked very slowly, and the music that had never been so beautiful slowly flowed in their peaceful footsteps, and the little girl raised her head to look at Peng Dehuai, and Peng Dehuai's face was awe-inspiring vicissitudes. Looking back at the Korean War, Peng Dehuai, commander of the Chinese Volunteer Army, said: "This is a lesson of great national significance. It eloquently proves that gone are the days when Western invaders could seize a country with just a few cannons on a coast in the East. "
According to the latest report of CCTV News, the total number of volunteers who participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea reached 2.9 million that year, of which 197653 volunteers bravely sacrificed their lives.
Title: Fighting on the shores of Lake Chosin
Chosin Lake is a beautiful lake in North Korea, and today, its surroundings have become a graveyard for the US invading forces. The freezing cold of minus thirty degrees celsius violently invaded the lofty mountains of North Korea. Everything was frozen. Heavy snow covered the severe rocks. The branches of the deciduous trees trembled in the cold wind. Pale pine trees roared heavily in the cold wind. Only Chosin Lake and Xiangzhan Lake have not yet frozen, and the green water of the lake is full of white gas. At dawn every day, a white mist rises from the lake. The American invading forces often began their aggressive offensives in the morning.
North of Chosin Lake is bordered by the Yalu River, a spearhead of the US invading army, from here pointing directly at the border defense of our motherland. The Chinese people absolutely cannot tolerate the continued rampage of the aggressors here. Therefore, on the south bank of the Yalu River, in the mountains of North Korea, a part of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army waged arduous and heroic resistance here.
The steel soldiers of our People's Volunteer Army, who love their homeland and have deep sympathy for the Korean people, come and go through the endless mountains of North Korea. The heavy cold currents of Siberia cannot cool the hearts of our steel warriors. In the snowy trenches, the warriors sat on the frozen ground, and some ate potatoes and snow balls with ice balls, but they did not resent. They know that if the beloved fatherland is to be defended, it is impossible not to carry out the anti-aggression march under such difficult conditions.
When our platoon reached fifteen miles, it was halfway through the enemy's car line. The battle began, with the fighters first destroying an enemy tank that served as cover, and the dead tank blocked the narrow Korean mountain road. At this time, all our firepower was concentrated on the enemy, and the enemy's car was on fire. The troops of the First Marine Division, which claimed to be the so-called "proud sons of heaven" who claimed to be one hundred and sixty years old, were immediately in disarray. At this time, the enemy did not dare to get out of the car at all, and only blindly fired with 60 guns and machine guns far beyond our fighters, and at the same time screamed in panic... (with abridgements)