This article pays tribute to "Monument"
On the other side, the Eighth Regiment was about to start climbing the snowy mountain. Before they started climbing, everyone shook their heads when they saw the steep mountain wall. This is not a good thing...
"Damn it, how can there be such a cold place in this big forest!" A soldier sneezed, shrank and rubbed his hands, "It's so cold..."
At this moment, the people behind started shouting loudly: "We're giving out cotton padded clothes!"
"Very good!"
Everyone quickly gathered together and looked at the piled cotton-padded clothes. Although many of these cotton-padded clothes had become very tattered and even torn apart after experiencing the baptism of artillery fire along the way, when the rebel soldiers wore them, they It still feels warm and cozy.
The political commissar of the Eighth Regiment also rushed over quickly and asked the soldiers who were issued cotton-padded clothes: "Are there enough cotton-padded clothes? We must ensure that every soldier wears cotton-padded clothes!" "Report! Enough cotton-padded clothes!" "That's good, comrades! You guys The cotton clothes on my body were all sewed for you by the people of Shoulun City! They used the cotton they scraped together to sew for you! Everyone! If you can’t get out of this snow-capped mountain, you won’t be able to complete this trip. Transfer, can we be worthy of the folks in First Round City?"
They still clearly remember that before leaving, when the people gave them cotton-padded clothes, they reached out and refused: "Auntie, keep it for yourself, we, we have discipline, we can't take your things for free..."
But the ladies still insisted on giving them to them: "Take it, young man, you saved our lives, these cotton-padded clothes are nothing..."
But still no one took the people's cotton-padded clothes. "Auntie, take it back and wear it yourself..."
Finally, it was Zhang Ren who spoke: "Cadres! Everyone take out some money and buy some cotton-padded clothes from the people!"
Amid the reluctance of the people in the city to cry, the rebel soldiers reluctantly left here, but the flame of hope did not leave here. It had already ignited a fire in everyone's heart here! In the future, it will surely spread to the entire human continent! !
On the high mountains that are covered with snow all year round, the Eighth Regiment's team is like a neat and orderly group of ants crawling on it. Because there are no people for many years, there are basically no roads on the mountains, and even a relatively flat place to stay is very rare. Every protruding rock was covered with ice, and the soldiers had to crawl carefully. Everyone was connected with ropes. If they were not careful, the solid rocks at the foot of the mountain might kill them at any time...
The strong wind was blowing, as if constantly warning these soldiers that this was not the place they should come! But they just tightened their clothes and continued crawling without flinching at all.
Many people's hands were cracked by the cold, and the slightest touch would hurt like hell, but they did not stop. The cold wind slashed at the soldiers' faces like blades, and ice condensed on their faces, but they Still didn't stop, just like an unknown soldier among them said: "These can't defeat a revolutionary warrior! Our faith will always be our strongest cotton coat to withstand all the severe cold from the outside world!"
On the way, the regiment leader saw that a young soldier was really freezing, so he took out three chili peppers from his pocket and gave them to him. "If it's really too cold, put it in your mouth and chew it. It's quite useful..."
When the guard next to him saw that the regiment leader had given the three remaining peppers to the little soldier, he was about to take one of his own out of his pocket, but was stopped by the regiment leader, "It's okay, I'm a grown-up man. Stay cold!"
In this way, they slowly climbed to the top of the mountain, but the moment they saw the top of the mountain, an invisible pressure suddenly pressed on each of them.
In front of them, there is not only this snow mountain, but a large snow mountain. The endless white snow reflects their mood...
The soldiers gritted their teeth and continued to move forward. The temperature on the top of the mountain had already exceeded the limit that humans could bear. Many people began to feel sleepy. Their eyelids couldn't help but droop, and their bodies continued to lose consciousness. But each of them knew that they must not fall asleep here. If they fell asleep, they would never get up again. For this reason, they put their hands in their mouths and took a bite to force themselves up.
Seeing that a big brother in front of him was about to fall, the little soldier quickly grabbed him, took out one of the three peppers given to him by the regiment leader and handed it to him. The big brother took it and thanked him for a few words. I put it in my mouth and chewed it a few times. The spicy and hot smell made my whole body very energetic... "Thank you, comrade."
Later, the little soldier gave two more peppers to a veteran and a wounded man. They needed them more than he did, but he kept nothing for himself... The cold wind hit again, along with the sound of hunger in his stomach. Tormenting him, he shuddered. After hesitating for a while, he tore the cotton from his cuffs, closed his eyes and swallowed...
The leader looked at the endless snow-capped mountains and endless white in front of him. Snowflakes kept accumulating in his hair. He turned to look at his slowly advancing team and couldn't help but doubt whether his team could successfully cross these dangerous mountains...
Suddenly, the troops in front stopped advancing, and the regiment leader couldn't help but feel a little angry. In such a dangerous environment, staying for one more second would increase countless dangers! He quickly ran forward and shouted: "Don't stop! Speed up! Hurry! Why are you so stunned!"
The crowd had no intention of moving forward, but a person in front reported to the group leader: "Report to the leader! Someone in front has frozen to death..."
It was like a thunder struck directly on the regiment leader. He was stunned for a while, and then walked forward quickly. He saw an old soldier sitting there alone, his skin was pale, and his thin cloth had long been covered with snow and frost. Covered, he just sat there quietly, pointing his dry fingers into the distance.
When the regiment leader saw this, he couldn't help shouting: "Where is the person who distributes cotton-padded clothes? Call him over! Why don't you give this comrade cotton-padded clothes?"
The roaring voice was swallowed up by the strong wind. No one heard it, and no one answered it. People just had red eyes and lowered their heads, letting the cold wind blow, and the tears in the corners of their eyes were frozen into ice...
The leader's voice became louder, as if he was going to shatter the snow-capped mountains: "Where's the guy in charge of the cotton-padded clothes? Guard! Call him over here!"
At this moment, someone whispered a reminder: "Captain, he is in charge of the cotton-padded clothes..."
The regiment leader was stunned. He stood in the snow for a long time without saying a word. Then he took off his hat and bowed his head in silence with everyone. Then he strode forward and bowed to the fallen comrades, and then saluted solemnly with tears. …
He looked into the distance and had to give the order: "Comrades, keep moving forward..."
The snowflakes drowned the sacrificed comrade and turned into the greatest monument on the snow mountain...
