Chapter 0482 National Martyrdom

Dangerous!

It was really too thrilling!

If we had delayed for more than ten minutes, we would have been surrounded by hundreds of ghosts. Not to mention completing the mission, it was unknown whether we could reach Dayang Village alive!

I was so nervous just now that my eyes were following Qingyi around, fearing that he would be slow and fail to seal the bunker. Now that I no longer had to worry about it, I suddenly realized that I had been soaked in cold sweat without realizing it. The bunker was gloomy and the air was heavy. The temperature was also low. I couldn't help shivering for a while, rubbed my arms, and then sat down.

It didn't matter that I sat down. I found that I seemed to sit on a hard thing on my butt, which was very uncomfortable.

What the hell?

I was a little curious, so I stood up and shone the flashlight at the place where I sat, and found that there was a protruding stone-like thing there.

But it wasn't a stone. It looked very round, but more like... bone? !

I am not the rookie who just entered the industry. What I do is deal with the dead. I have seen all kinds of weird and hideous dead people. I am not so panicked because of a piece of bone. Out of curiosity, I reached out to dig the bone buried in the soil. Fortunately, this bone was not buried deep in the soil. It was exposed in a short time. It was a 30-centimeter-long bone. It was very decayed. I took a flashlight and took a closer look. I found that it was bumpy, just like a stone that had been exposed by acid rain. Obviously, the calcium had been lost very seriously. It would probably be completely brittle in a short time.

I saw at a glance that this was a human bone. If nothing unexpected happened, it should be a human arm bone!

So, what dead people are buried under our buttocks now?

As soon as I thought about it, I knew whose body was under my buttocks-it should be the national army that died here during the Battle of Zhongtiao Mountain, right?

As a loyal hero, I can't just sit on someone's corpse. Without these people, I might still be a slave of the Japanese!

Perhaps out of respect for the martyrs, I really can't just sit on someone's corpse with a clear conscience. I simply took out the folded engineer shovel from my backpack and dug up a layer of soil on it. Soon, I dug out a complete skeleton. The skeleton was still wearing a military uniform. Although it was very rotten and covered with wet soil, I could still vaguely see the approximate color of the uniform, which was a dark yellow and green color. It was obviously the subordinates of Yang Hucheng in Shaanxi during the Anti-Japanese War.

Only Yang Hucheng's Shaanxi soldiers and the subordinates of the Northeast King Zhang Zuolin wore uniforms of this color. Although the color of the uniforms worn by the Central Army was similar to this, the color was relatively lighter. In addition, whether it was the Shanxi Suiyuan Army, the Sichuan Army, or the Eighth Route Army and the New Fourth Army, the uniforms they wore were very different from this!

Unfortunately, the Northeast Army was the most battle-hardened army among the warlords in the country during the Zhang Zuolin era. However, Zhang Zuolin was killed by the Japanese. After Zhang Xueliang took over the army and led them into the pass, the tiger turned into a cat. They suffered defeats all the way and never participated in the battle of Zhongtiao Mountain.

Then, it is easy to identify the identity of the dead through the uniforms - he should be the "cold baby" army that frightened the Japanese back then. They fought thirteen times with the Japanese in Zhongtiao Mountain and killed more than 20,000 Japanese soldiers from Shaanxi!

The heroes are dead, but their souls cannot return to their homeland. They shed blood and tears, which is sad and lamentable!

This is also the tragedy of that era.

At this time, my behavior has attracted other people in the bunker. What is beyond my expectation is that Yun Zhongzi, who has always given me a very elegant feeling, is surprisingly excited at this time. Seeing that I dug out the bones from the ground, he rushed up almost in one step, and then pushed me aside fiercely, and fell in front of the pile of bones. With trembling hands, he gently stroked the bones, and tears came down from his eyes. His white hair and the tears that kept falling looked extremely desolate!

To be honest, this scene really made me a little confused. I was about to ask what was going on, but Qingyi appeared beside me at some point, grabbed my wrist, shook his head at me calmly, and then pulled me aside, sighing softly: "Uncle Yun... his son died in the battle in Zhongtiao Mountain that year!"

Then, Qingyi lowered his voice and told me in detail, and I realized that Yun Zhongzi had an only son!

It is not uncommon for Taoists to marry. Taoism is different from Buddhism. Except for Quanzhen Dao, which prohibits its disciples from marrying and regards abstention from sexual intercourse as an important criterion for practicing Taoism, other Taoist sects do not have any special requirements for marrying or not. Some marry, and some do not. It all depends on personal will. If we talk about the origin of this rule, we may have to start from the past of Taoism!

During the Yuan Dynasty, the Tianshi Dao of Qingyi and his lineage flourished. The Tianshi Dao was in charge of the altars of various talisman sects. The Shangqing, Lingbao, and Tianshi sects were combined under the name of Zhengming, known as the "Three Mountains Talismans". Since then, from the famous sects such as Shangqing and Lingbao to the grassroots sects such as Lushan Sect and Liuren Sect, all are under the control of the Tianshi Mansion. These Taoist sects are divided into two types of Taoists: Huoju and Ordained Taoists. Ordained Taoists live in palaces and temples, do not marry, and observe fasting; Huoju Taoists can marry and have children, but they must also observe fasting.

As far as I know, Qingyi should be a Taoist monk who does not marry. But Yunzhongzi is a Taoist who lives in the fire house. Although he practices, he marries and has children.

Qingyi said that Yunzhongzi's son was actually a very "spiritual" child, and was definitely a good material for practicing. The head of the Tianshi Dao at that time wanted to accept him as a personal disciple, believing that this child's heart was inclined to heaven, and his talent was not inferior to Qingyi, or even higher than Qingyi. If he devoted himself to Taoism, it was a foregone conclusion that he would eventually become a great Tianshi. Even if he succeeded in changing his fate, it was possible for him to merge with heaven and earth!

Helplessly, Yun Zhongzi's son had the world in his heart and was still passionate. At that time, the world was in chaos. The Japanese invaders broke through Shanhaiguan and launched a full-scale war of aggression against China, threatening to destroy China and enslave our people within three months. Yun Zhongzi's son was indignant and had no intention of practicing in the mountains. He simply joined Yang Hucheng's army because he heard that Yang Hucheng was the most sincere general who refused to fight a civil war and dared to put even Chiang Kai-shek under house arrest. He admired him very much and simply joined Yang Hucheng's army. Later, after the July 7 Incident, the full-scale war of resistance broke out. Yun Zhongzi's son followed Yang Hucheng's army into Zhongtiao Mountain and fought bloody battles with the Japanese for three years, which completely frightened the Japanese.

The unit where Yun Zhongzi's son was located was the 177th Division New Corps.

As we all know, most of the members of this new regiment were Shaanxi soldiers aged 16-18, all of them were children. They were forced to the cliff by the Japanese army in the bloody battle. After more than 200 people died in the hand-to-hand combat, the remaining 800 people all shouted the oath when they entered Zhongtiao Mountain, "I will serve the country with my flesh and blood, sacrifice my life to resist the Japanese invaders, and swear to fight the Japanese invaders to the end! As long as I hear the long whistle of the Yellow River, I will not ask to return with my body wrapped in horsehide." They jumped into the Yellow River together to die for their country, becoming a masterpiece of all ages.

Yun Zhongzi's son, of course, was not spared!

Later, Yun Zhongzi entered Zhongtiao Mountain several times to find his son's body, but he never found it. He also went to the underworld himself, but unfortunately there was still no ghost of his son and his comrades in the underworld, so there was only one possibility-their ghosts stayed in Zhongtiao Mountain after their death!

Unfortunately, they fought bloody battles for three years, but Zhongtiao Mountain was still not defended.

In 1941, the Japanese army launched the Central Plains Campaign to seize Zhongtiao Mountain again. At that time, the soldiers stationed in Zhongtiao Mountain were no longer from Shaanxi. As a result, hundreds of thousands of people failed to stop the Japanese army and fought the most shameful battle in the history of the War of Resistance. They lost Zhongtiao Mountain and the gateway to Guanzhong!

This time, Yun Zhongzi also heard that Zhongtiao Mountain was in turmoil, so he followed. In the end, he still wanted to see if he could see his son's ghost again!

After understanding this, I finally understood why Yun Zhongzi was so excited when he saw the corpses of the National Army.

Because... every corpse here may be left by his son!

No one knows whether his son jumped into the river or died in the battle. What is certain is that his son was definitely killed in the battle. None of the new soldiers of the 177th Division surrendered or were captured in the battle. All of them died for their country. When they looked for the bodies afterwards, all of them were lying on the ground with wounds on their chests. That is to say, they all died on the way to the charge. It was extremely heroic. Yun Zhongzi's son could not have survived!

Knowing this, I felt more and more uncomfortable when I looked at Yun Zhongzi again.

With a head full of white hair and tears in his eyes, even though he was a heavenly master, he still couldn't escape the sorrow of the old man sending the young man away. This wound must have been on his heart for seventy or eighty years! !

Cao Xiaoqi tried to pull Yun Zhongzi up, but Yun Zhongzi threw him away. In the end, all of us could only watch him dig out the bones from the soil one by one. There were seven in total. That is to say, seven soldiers died in this bunker.

Yun Zhongzi trembled as he wrapped up the bodies, and then put them aside, bowing again and again, his voice sobbing.

This scene made all of us shut up involuntarily. No consolation was possible. In the dark bunker, only Yun Zhongzi's sobbing remained, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Without any warning, a fierce sound came from outside, tearing apart the sad atmosphere in the bunker, and the nerves of several of us suddenly tensed up - could it be that Yun Zhong's crying alarmed something outside?

Before we could react, an old and hoarse voice came from outside: "Hey, the one inside, borrow a piece of land to rest!"