Jun is not seen, Han Final Army, weak crown of the prisoner please long wisp,
Jun is not seen, Ban Dingyuan, absolute light riding to urge the battle cloud!
The boy should be in serious danger, so why not let RuGuan mistake this life?
The situation is that the country is in danger, and the feathers are racing without stopping...
This imposing lyric is from "The Song of Intellectual Youth from the Army", which was born in the military movement of intellectual youth in the War of Resistance Against Japan in 1944, but unfortunately the tune of the song has now been lost.
But fortunately, in 2009, it was widely circulated due to the popularity of "My Regiment Leader My Regiment".
We once thought that "Bright Sword" was the peak of the anti-Japanese drama, and later learned that "My Regiment Leader My Regiment" is the majestic South Heavenly Gate that is difficult to cross. "Bright Sword" scored 9.3 points on Douban, while "Regiment Leader" had 9.4 points!
But like this forgotten "Song from the Army", how many people still remember that period of history and remember the Chinese Expeditionary Force?
Regarding "My Regiment Leader My Regiment", the first impression given to people is real.
This is a story about the "cannon fodder regiment" of the expeditionary force.
The protagonist is a group of old, weak, sick and disabled, cannon fodder, scum, losers, and abandoned beings.
Even the "red guerrillas" in other dramas were not deified, and because the weapons and equipment were too disparate, they were completely wiped out by the Japanese army within a day.
At that time, China had not yet transformed from an agrarian society, and the people only knew arable land, but did not understand modernization, let alone war.
As the play says, we have casualties, because we have hundreds of big brothers in the countryside who you don't lie down if you don't shout down.
Chinese love comfort too much...
The story takes place in a place called Chanda not far from the Border between China and Myanmar, where a group of soldiers and civilians from all over the world, from different origins and identities, and even dissident political views meet here for various fateful reasons.
Just like the name of the "Cannon Fodder Regiment", the entire regiment is cannon fodder.
Even the regimental commander Long Wenwen is the same, and he is still a liar, the clothes are stolen, the rank is stolen, even the name is stolen, only the flesh and blood on his body are given by his parents.
But it was such a liar, who had a unique keen sense of war and saved the cannon fodder regiment many times.
He never cared about the fierceness and bookishness, he did the pragmatic thing, and any reputation and appearance were all things that should be thrown aside.
He is also a soul summoner, he uses his crazy stubbornness to help this group of defeated soldiers find their soul and dignity, find the blood and responsibility lost along the way, and also tell everyone that Chinese should be.
Man cannot fail to return home, man cannot live, man cannot be soulless.
Meng Fu, played by Zhang Yi, is a typical pessimist.
He is obviously a very good talent, but he looks like a half-dead and undead lang dang, and he laughs at himself as "a dead cripple with a bad mouth and a bad tongue".
At that time, he was also angry and angry.
But once he went to the battlefield and faced the dead bodies of the powerless friendly troops, he realized how powerless the ideal he had believed in was in the harsh reality.
After five years of fighting and losing twenty or thirty battles, he thought he could see through the world, see through life and death, but he couldn't see through himself.
So he did not want to wake up, because it was painful to be sober, looking at half the country, looking at the corpses in the mountains, looking at the weakness of the whole nation and the incompetence of the soldiers, which made him lose his soul.
But he himself knew that he was thinking of victory, and he knew that he was still thinking of victory when he knew that he was going to die, so he kept shuttling back and forth between blood and depravity.
And one of my favorite characters is the dragon played by Zhang Guoqiang, this northeastern man, he does not understand what is strong and fierce, nor does he understand what is the righteousness of the country.
He felt that Yu Xiaoqing's impassioned mobilization was really "pretending to be a calf", but he was still willing to abandon everything to join this death group.
Because he hated himself as a northeastern soldier, the northeast was lost, and they did not die in the northeast, but fled all the way to the south, both wanting to die and not wanting to die, he wanted to fight back to the northeast, even if he died in the northeast, he could feel at ease.
That's why he's so obedient to the dragon article, because he can give them victory and promise to take them home.
Until Li Wula died, there was no longer any living Northeastern Yankee around the Dragon.
He wanted to go home with his robes, his wife and children.
But he understood that a country has a "country" first and then a "home", and only after winning the battle can he never leave again.
He must have had in his heart a tohoku where he could listen to his children shouting that his father was singing with his wife in his arms, and there was no towok of Japan where the crippled calves were small.
There is also Yu Xiaoqing, who idolizes Yue Fei; Zhang Lixian, who has a deep understanding of military and politics; the little bookworm who has always firmly believed in young China; the non-spicy "China will perish, and the Hunan people will die first"; Ah Yi, who proposed pork cabbage stew vermicelli; veterinarians who never saved a wounded person and could only silently accompany the wounded before they went on their way...
They have very different personalities, disparities in backgrounds, and different experiences, but they all have a very distinct image, as if they are real, as if they are all around us.
"My Regiment Commander My Regiment" does not dwarf the enemy, does not set off the excellence of our army by belittling the enemy, but creates a terrible opponent as much as possible, so that the Chinese soldiers are equally outstanding.
It depicts the current situation of most of the low-level soldiers in times of war.
The victory of the Chinese War of Resistance was built on this corpse, not on some person or squad or group in some "divine drama".
They were disheveled and disheveled; they were illiterate and scrupulous.
But none of this can be denied that they are heroes. But we can hardly call out the real names of any of them.
The most touching scene is when the cannon fodder regiment's machine gun rack beans are about to fight to the death, but no one can remember his name.
At this time, everyone is telling each other their names, lest one day their teammates die and build a tomb with a name on the burial.
And they are gradually forgotten by us, just as the calculating Tang Ji said: "In another ten years, decades, what we are doing here, no one will know!"
Indeed, today we are accustomed to nine to five every day, accustomed to day after day of repetition, and the entertainment time is basically to play mobile phones on the Internet, or to shop for things with a meager salary, simply earning worldly happiness.
That age of gunfire is so far away that how can we possibly remember the experience of a group of cannon fodder scum.
But they are also the backbone of this nation, and we should remember and must remember.
Just like the end of the whole play, in the final shot, the elderly Meng is bored walking alone in the streets and alleys of Zenda, with a leisurely back.
"This is his story and ours. There is you, there is me, there is Him in this story. Let's remember, for a lifetime. ”