early morning
The mountain behind the Heihe base...
In front of a tomb made of blue bricks, a dozen people in military uniforms were standing here. They took off their hats one after another, with solemn and solemn expressions, as if they were paying homage to someone who was buried here.
A closer look shows that although there are not many people coming, they are all people with higher qualifications in the army, such as Meng Fanle, Bula, Hao Xichuan, Xing Fuquan of the 200 Division, Li Liansheng of the Heavy Artillery Brigade, Hong Mu of the Armored Brigade, Yuan Li... almost all the top or second-in-commands from all major armies came, and even Fan Shaozeng, who went to the front line to offer condolences, was among the crowd.
In addition to the people from the military, Agui from Nanyang and a few of his subordinates were also among them. Their eyes were wet, they were depressed and choked with sobs. They did not dare to look at the person kneeling in front of the monument, as if they were deeply troubled by their own incompetence. Deeply remorseful.
The tomb is simple and unpretentious. There is no majestic stone platform guardrail. Only a few cypress trees have been planted around it to keep company. A marble tombstone in front of the tomb is clearly engraved with "The tomb of Lord Xiankao·Fang Gong·Ba Zhongen!"
"call……"
After lighting the cigarette, Liao Mingyu took a long breath, and the smoke he exhaled merged with the morning fog.
He stood silently behind an old pine tree, quietly looking at Fang Jingyao who was kneeling in front of the tombstone not far away, and shook his head helplessly. The drizzle in the wind made it even more desolate.
After the mass execution incident in Singapore not long ago, Temple Shou Yi thought of his past friendship. Mr. Fang's body was not pushed into the mass grave like other deceased people. Instead, under his instruction, a separate plot of land was prepared for burial.
However, the officer in charge of this matter found it troublesome and believed that it would be an insult to the soldiers to bury an unpleasant businessman who was opposed to the imperial army. You must know that their soldiers did not receive such treatment even if they died in battle.
So this unbalanced Japanese man decided to dig a hole in a random field outside the city and bury him. He didn't bother to build a grave or erect a monument for him, and he didn't even plan to use a coffin.
Little did he know that all of this was discovered by underground personnel who secretly collected intelligence. Agui, who had escaped, did not leave Singapore. Instead, he summoned all the people and prepared to find an opportunity to take back the body of Mr. Fang. Taking it back would be an explanation to the young master. .
Later, with the help of the Nanyang Intelligence Station, Agui and others went to the suburbs to intercept the Japanese soldiers, successfully snatched the old man's body, and went to Myanmar through a secret water transportation line.
Unfortunately, the weather in Southeast Asia meant that the remains could not be preserved for a long time. As soon as they arrived on the Siam coastline, the serious decay of the remains had to stop them. Even using a lot of ice and preservatives could not stop the stench. The smell is clearly audible even through the shroud.
Agui knew very well that if this continued, even if the master's body reached Burma, it would become extremely unbearable. If he left it alone, it would be more like a sacrilege. He couldn't bear it and had to report the news to people thousands of miles away. After getting the approval, Fang Jingyao finally decided to be cremated halfway, and then continue northward with the ashes.
Originally, Liao Mingyu was planning to give his father a grand burial and then announce condolences to the entire army. After all, Fang Chongen's identity and deeds were worthy of dignity.
But Fang Jingyao refused, and simply buried his father without making too many obituary announcements. In short, he kept everything simple and did not want to make it too complicated.
Because he knew that his father was a casual person, and he didn't like too much ostentation. Being simple was what he wanted, and maybe the spirit in heaven would be more relieved.
"Junzuo, we...?" Ding Xiaoer came to Liao Mingyu and asked in a low voice.
Now that the funeral has ended, because the frontline military affairs are busy, the generals who came to express condolences hurriedly left after offering their condolences, but Fang Jingyao was still kneeling in front of the tomb, as well as Agui and the other Fang family servants.
"You guys go down first and wait for me at the bottom of the mountain." Liao Mingyu casually put out his cigarette and walked straight to Fang Jingyao after giving an explanation.
After seeing the visitor, Agui and others quickly stood up and saluted, while Liao Mingyu nodded and waved his hands slightly to signal the others to leave first.
Agui was a little surprised, and then looked at Fang Jingyao, who was still kneeling next to him. He probably knew what the other person meant, so he quickly greeted the others and left silently.
open…
After the people walked away, Liao Mingyu picked up the incense on the table, lit it on the candle, held it in front of him, bowed down respectfully and buttoned his head three times.
"Brother Fang, my condolences, please take care of yourself..." As he said this, he put the incense into the incense burner, looked at the other person's haggard face, and said with concern.
"Don't worry, Jun. Your humble position has its own rules. Now that the big thing is over, I can return to the army tomorrow and urge the third division to advance south as soon as possible..." Fang Jingyao turned his head and replied unhurriedly.
"Hey...there are no outsiders here, why are you saying those polite words?"
Patting the other party's shoulder, Liao Mingyu said casually: "The frontline troops are not urgent. You can rest at the military headquarters for a while. I have other arrangements later."
"Does Junzuo no longer believe in my ability...?"
Fang Jingyao immediately frowned. He was so confused that he had to speak a little abruptly. He subconsciously felt that Liao Mingyu thought that because of his father's incident, he could no longer hold an important position in the frontline troops.
His father was executed in public, and the Fang family was almost destroyed. Only a beast could do this blood feud if he didn't care. Fang Jingyao has always suppressed the passion in his heart because he knows not to act on impulse and to put the overall situation first.
This was also when he attacked Naypyitaw some time ago. Even though he was heartbroken at the time, he still managed to complete the offensive mission of the troops without affecting the entire battle plan because of his emotions, but this does not mean that he did not care!
Now Fang Jingyao just wants to return to the front line and command the troops to continue fighting the Japanese army to the end. He needs to use more Japanese blood to pay for the crimes he committed. Only in this way can he comfort his father's spirit in heaven.
Looking at Fang Jingyao who suddenly lost his composure, Liao Mingyu was also very surprised, but after thinking about it, he felt relieved. Who can maintain absolute sanity at such a time?
Fang Jingyao was not an ordinary person. He quickly calmed down and realized the inaccuracy in his words. He immediately lowered his head and explained: "Don't blame me. I am a humble person who is eager for the moment. I will forgive you if I offend you."
Looking at Fang Jingyao with a complicated expression, Liao Mingyu sighed helplessly: "Brother Fang, you are worrying too much. In fact, I understand it, but..."
Then he looked at the tombstone in front of him and said, "I just don't want to talk about some things here. Let Mr. Fang sleep well. Let's talk about it somewhere else."
