In 1938, when the Japanese army raided, a Japanese devil took up a bayonet and killed a company commander of our army who was shot. When the young female soldier saw this scene, she angrily picked up the stone and smashed it, smashing ri to death

In 1938, when the Japanese army raided, a Japanese devil took up a bayonet and killed a company commander of our army who was shot. The young female soldier saw this scene and angrily picked up the stone and smashed it, smashing the Japanese soldier to death, and just as she got up, she was hit by a bullet.

In the spring of 1938, Grandma Chen's family received several wounded. Among the wounded, there was a very beautiful girl. Her eyes were closed, her face was miserable, her hair was disheveled, but she was still beautiful enough to shine. Grandma Chen couldn't help but look at it twice.

After settling them in, Grandma Chen asked a rescue worker about the girl's deeds.

The woman's company was raided by the Japanese. The Japanese attacked fiercely, and the artillery fire was continuous. Our army swore to resist to the death, and suffered heavy casualties. In the midst of artillery fire, the company commander was hit by a bullet and fell into a pool of blood.

The female soldier hid in the shadows, intending to come to the rescue of the company commander. Unexpectedly, a Japanese officer rushed to the company commander's side and hacked the company commander to death with a bayonet. Looking at the tragic death of the company commander under the knife, the female soldier roared angrily, picked up the large stone next to her and threw it at the Japanese officer.

Before the officer could react, he was stoned to the ground. The female soldier picked up the stone and smashed it against the officer's head until his brain plasma splashed and there was no movement.

In the midst of the artillery fire, the female soldiers were covered in blood and in tears. She was about to stand up when a bullet sped through her chest. She threw her head back and fainted.

Subsequently, rescuers rescued the female soldier and transferred her to Grandma Chen's house.

In the evening, the female soldier woke up. Grandma Chen sat in front of the bed and took good care of her. The female soldier raised her eyes to look at Grandma Chen, with tears in her eyes. It took a lot of effort for her to pull out a letter, a photograph, and two silver dollars from her pocket.

The female soldier handed them over to Grandma Chen and asked Grandma Chen in a weak voice to help her send them home. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't make a sound. After a while, she slowly closed her eyes and stopped breathing.

Grandma Chen took the thing, tears dripping on her hands. She clutched the relics of the female soldier and watched her pass away. Grandma Chen's heart was like a knife, she covered her face and cried bitterly, and murmured in her mouth: She is so young!

The next day, the female soldiers were placed in mass graves.

Grandma Chen did not have time to send the relics of the female soldiers out, and the war spread to her near her home. In desperation, Grandma Chen placed the relics of the female soldier under a hidden box and fled with her family.

When the war subsided, Grandma Chen returned home and found that the letter had rotted due to moisture, and it was impossible to read the handwriting.

Grandma Chen read the letter and remembered the general content: the female soldiers secretly ran out to participate in the war, her parents did not know, she knew that she would die at any time, so she sent home the photos of the middle school and the two silver dollars on her body to keep a souvenir for her family.

But Grandma Chen couldn't remember the address in the letter, and the relics in her hand couldn't be sent out, which became the biggest knot in Grandma Chen's life.

In 1967, mass graves for the burial of female soldiers were filled in. Grandma Chen and her grandson Chen Kailing built a small grave for the female soldiers and planted a wicker stick on the side.

After the busyness, Grandma Chen told Chen Kailing the story of the female soldiers and warned him that he would come to the graves of the female soldiers every year.

Many years later, Grandma Chen died. Chen Kailing remembered his grandmother's words and came every year to give the female soldiers a grave. The wicker on the edge of the grave has grown into a stout willow tree, and the breeze blows, and the wicker dances with the wind, as if waving to the hometown.

Looking at the lonely grave, Chen Kailing decided that he must help the female soldier find her family.

In the Qingming Dynasty of 2004, Chen Kailing told the story of the female soldiers to the reporter of the "City Morning News" and also showed photos of the female soldiers. After several months of visiting and investigating, the relatives of the female soldier were finally found and her remains were returned to her hometown.

Originally, the female soldier's name was Liu Shouwei, a native of Hunan, who studied at the Zhounan Girls' High School in Changsha before entering the war. In 1937, she secretly participated in the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression behind her family's back, and once followed the troops to Shanghai to participate in the Battle of Songhu, and later participated in the Battle of Taierzhuang, where she died to save the wounded.

After Liu Shouwei's story was exposed, many people burst into tears. After 66 years, the 18-year-old girl finally came home.

@Danxin said

Shen Congwen once said: A warrior must either die on the battlefield or return to his hometown.

To die on the battlefield is to dedicate oneself to the motherland and burn a patriotic feeling; to return to one's hometown is to return to the starting point of life and let the soul be comforted.

18-year-old Liu Shouwei died on the battlefield and dedicated her life to the motherland; after 66 years, she finally returned to her hometown. That photograph bears witness to her beautiful countenance; the letter that was not sent out is her longing for her homeland.

In the war-torn era, countless heroes died in other places, but their hearts are always thinking of their hometown. May all heroes return home!

#People##Tribute to the People's Sons and Soldiers ##历史 #