"Who's the Cutest Man"
Wei Wei
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, which is: I feel more and more deeply who is our loveliest person!
Who is our cutest person? Our warriors, I feel they are the loveliest people.
Maybe some people still vaguely say in their hearts: Are you talking about those "soldiers"? They seem very ordinary, very simple. It is not possible to see that they have any profound knowledge, nor can it be seen that they have any rich feelings. But I would say that this is because he has too little contact with our warriors and has not yet understood our warriors: their qualities are so pure and noble, their will is so tenacious and strong, their temperament is so simple and humble, and their hearts are so beautiful and broad!
Let me tell you a story.
Still in the second battle, a unit of volunteers plunged into the rear of the enemy to cut off the enemy's escape route in the corner of the army. When they arrived at The Shutang Station, the fleeing enemy also arrived there, and they saw that they were about to drive over the road. The vanguard company (three companies) of this unit hastily occupied a small hill with a low light on the side of the road, blocking the enemy, and a fierce struggle began. In order to escape, the enemy charged at the company's position with thirty-two aircraft, more than a dozen tanks and groups. The whole summit was overturned. The flames of the petrol bombs burned the position red. But the warriors shouted slogans on this hill of smoke and fire, and again and again beat the enemy to death in front of the position. The dead bodies of the enemy were piled up in front of the mountain like valleys, and the blood also turned the hill red. But the enemy still has to fight desperately so that his main force will not be destroyed. The fierce battle lasted for eight hours, and finally, the warriors ran out of bullets. The enemy who swarmed up occupied the top of the mountain and crushed them to the bottom of the mountain. The petrol bombs dropped by the planes set their bodies on fire. At this time, the warriors still will not retreat, they drop their guns, and the flames on their bodies and hats are thrown at the enemy, holding the enemy, letting the fire on their bodies burn the enemy who wants to occupy the position to death. ...... According to the battalion commander, after the war, the guns of this company were completely broken and machine gun parts were thrown all over the mountain. The corpses of the martyrs took various postures, some holding the enemy's waist, some holding the enemy's head, some stuck the enemy's neck, throwing the enemy to the ground, falling together with the enemy, burning together. There was also a soldier, who was still clutching a grenade in his hand, and the body of the projectile was stained with brain plasma, and the American ghost who died with him, the brain plasma cracked and smeared on the ground. There was another warrior with half of the enemy's ear in his mouth. When burying the remains of the martyrs, because they clasped their hands together and held the enemy so tightly, they could not be separated, so that some of their fingers were broken. ...... Although this company suffered heavy casualties, they killed more than three hundred enemies, in particular, so that the main force of our troops caught up and annihilated the enemy.
This is one of the most heroic battles on the Korean battlefield, the Battle of Songbone Peak, or the Battle of Shudang Station, and if a monument is needed, let me write down the names of the martyrs who fought the enemy with fire and fought with bayonets. Their names are: Wang Jinchuan, Xing Yutang, Hu Chuanjiu, Jing Yuzhuo, Wang Wenying, Xiong Guanquan, Wang Jinhou, Zhao Xijie, Sui Jinshan, Li Yu'an, Ding Zhendai, Zhang Guisheng, Cui Yuliang, and Li Shuguo. There was also a warrior whose name it was impossible to know. Let our martyrs live forever!
The battalion commander told me the above, his voice was slow, his feelings were heavy. He said he shed tears when he buried the martyrs on the ground. But he went on to say, "Don't think I'm sad for them, I'm proud of them!" I felt that our warriors were so great, so lovely, and I couldn't help but be moved to tears by them. ”
Friends, when you hear about this heroic deed, how do you feel? Don't you think our warriors are cute? Don't you think our motherland is proud to have such heroes?
Our fighters, so ruthless to the enemy, but so benevolent to the Korean people, are full of deep enthusiasm for internationalism.
On the north bank of the Han River, I met a young warrior who was only twenty-one years old this year, named Ma Yuxiang, a native of Qinggang County, Heilongjiang. He had a slightly black and red face, a slightly taller man, standing there, as simple and lovely as a red sorghum plant in an autumn field. However, because he had only just come down from the position, he seemed slightly tired. The red thread in his eyes had not yet cleared. He had been from an artillery company, and one night he was awakened by a cry, and when he went out to see an old North Korean mother, sitting on a hill crying. It turned out that her house had been blown up and a shack had been built in the mountains, but the shack had been blown up again. ...... When he returned, he immediately went to the company headquarters and asked to go to the infantry company, and because of the needs of the infantry company, he approved him. I said, "Isn't it the same as hitting the enemy in an artillery company?" "That, different!" He said: "The closer you are to the enemy, the more you feel that you are enjoying the fight, and the more you feel that you are fighting to relieve your hatred!" ”
Day and night on the south bank of the Han River, one day he came down from his position to cook. As soon as they entered the village, several enemy planes attacked, fired a burst of machine guns, and then dropped two large incendiary bombs. A few houses were on fire, and the fire was so great and the smoke was so great that they did not dare to go to them. At this moment, he heard the sound of a small child crying and crying in the fireworks. He immediately walked through the smoke to look closer, a middle-aged North Korean man lying upside down in the courtyard, the cries of children still in the house. He walked to the door of the house, but the flames at the door of the house were so loud that they could not enter the house, and the paper edges of the doors and windows were already burning. The cries of the children came out with the smoke and were really heard. When he recounted this, he said, "Can I not go in?" I can't! I thought, if I can go in in this situation in my motherland, can I not go in korea? Aren't Koreans the same as the people of our homeland? I kicked open the door with my foot and pounced on it. Yikes! The smoke in the room was full of gray holes, and only children could be heard crying, and no one could be seen. My eyes couldn't be opened, and my face was hot like a knife cut. I don't know if my body is on fire or not, and I don't care about it, just touch it on the ground. First I touched an adult, pulled it, and then touched it behind the adult's back, and then touched a child's leg, and I grabbed it and jumped out of the door. When I look at a child, it's a very good little child. He was wearing a little short coat, barefoot, and his calves were jumping around, and he was crying. I thought to myself, 'Whether you cry or not, if you don't save your family, who feeds you?' At this time, the fire was even bigger, and the paper on the wall was completely burning. I threw him to the ground and went through the fire door again. Pulling the adult, she snorted, pulled again and did not move. Looking closer, I saw that the blood on her face had turned the white clothes on her chest red, and her eyes had been closed. I knew she was out of the way, so I hurried out the door, extinguished the flames on her body, and picked up the fatherless and motherless child. ......”
Friend, how did you feel when you heard about this story? Don't you think our warriors are the cutest people?
Everyone knows that the Korean battlefield is more arduous. But how are they? Once, I saw a soldier eating fried noodles in an air raid shelter, just a mouthful of snow. I asked him, "Don't you feel bitter?" He took back a spoonful of snow that was being sent to his mouth, smiled, and said, "How can you not feel it!" Our revolutionary army is not a monster! But that's where our glory lies. He simply put down the small spoon and said excitedly, "Take the snow." I eat snow here precisely so that the people of our motherland do not eat snow. They can sit in a very bright house, make a pot of tea, keep a small stove, and make something to eat. He pointed to the small, damp bomb shelter and said, "You can squat in the air raid shelter again." What a suffocating panic. Looking at the good sun outside, you can't bask, and the bare road can't go! But if I squat in an air raid shelter there, the people of the motherland will not squat in the air raid shelter. They can walk on the road without hurrying. They can ride a bicycle, they can walk when they want, they can talk while they want to. How blissful that was! So," he said again, putting the snow in his mouth, as if to sum up, "it doesn't matter if I shed some blood here, and it doesn't matter if I suffer a little bitterness!" I asked again, "Do you want to go to the motherland?" He laughed: "Who doesn't want to say that they don't want to be lying." But I don't want to go back. If you go back, the people of the motherland ask, 'How have we accomplished the tasks entrusted to you?' 'How can I get it right?' I said, 'North Korea is half red, half black, what's that?' I then asked, "You have experienced so many dangers and endured so much hardship, do you have any demands on the motherland and for North Korea?" He thought for a moment before answering me, "We don't want anything." But speaking from the heart, I may not be able to say it properly. We want something so big," he laughed, using his fingers the size of a copper, afraid I wouldn't understand, and said, "A 'Korean Liberation Medal,' which we are willing to wear on our chests and go back to our motherland." ”
Friends, without having to give cumbersome examples, you can already understand what kind of people our warriors are. What a quality such people are, how beautiful and broad their souls are. They are the first-class warriors in history and the world, the first-class people! They are the best flowers of all the kind and peace-loving people in the world! It is the flower of our motherland that we are proud of! We are proud that our motherland has such a hero, and we are proud to be born in this heroic country!
Dear friends, when you take the first tram in the morning to the factory, when you carry the plough rake to the field, when you drink a cup of soy milk and carry your school bag to school, when you sit quietly at your desk to plan the day's work, when you stuff an apple into your child's mouth, when you take a leisurely walk with your lover, friend, do you realize that you are in happiness? You may look at me in surprise: "This is very common! "But those who have returned from North Korea will know that you are living in happiness." Please realize that this is a kind of happiness, because only if you realize this can you understand more deeply why our fighters are fighting in Korea. Friend! You already know that you love our motherland and our great leader Chairman Mao, please love our soldiers deeply, they are indeed our loveliest people!