After advancing on this small road for a while, Mr. Song stopped and watched for a long time.

The place he was looking for should have not been here for many years. The years have changed and artificially developed, and the terrain and landforms near the village have also changed, so he also needs to search carefully.

Mr. Song walked forward with uncertainty for a short while. When he saw a big pine tree between the two ridges opposite, he finally showed a hint of joy and said to himself: "It seems that he has not found the wrong place!"

After saying that, Mr. Song's marching speed increased slightly, and soon the group walked about a mile along the path to the mountain.

Then Mr. Song found a path that was almost flooded by weeds.

Seeing that Mr. Song seemed to be walking into the path, Huang Fang hurriedly signaled that the two subordinates could only walk in parallel in front of the path, and there were weeds. If there was a snake inside, it would be a big trouble.

Song Rui carefully supported Mr. Song and asked, "Grandpa, why are you taking us to this barren mountain and ridge?"

Old Song's eyes showed a look of remembrance and said, "You will know when you arrive."

This small path of sheep intestine is not easy to walk on. Everyone's travel has slowed down a lot. After walking for about ten minutes, Mr. Song also showed a hint of fatigue.

Xia Ruofei hurriedly said, "Chief, sit down and rest for a while!"

"It's okay, I can do it!" Old Song waved his hand and said with a slightly panting breath.

Director Lu also showed a hint of helplessness. Along the way, let alone Mr. Song, even a slightly older person, felt that he could not bear it.

But the old man's words were naturally enough to follow.

Xia Rufei took out a mineral water bottle from his bag and said, "Chief, then you can drink a little water! You have come, so don't be in a hurry."

Old Song smiled and took the mineral water bottle and said, "Okay! Then listen to Xiaoxia!"

This is the petal solution prepared in advance by Xia Rufei and diluted with a large amount of space pool water. Although the petals of the strange flower are very few, it is still fine to give them to the old man to drink and use them to restore some physical strength.

After drinking half a bottle of water, Mr. Song returned the bottle to Xia Rufei.

He stood up and said, "Let's go! I'm not tired! You probably have no problem!"

Director Lu hurriedly said: "No problem! Chief, please pay attention to your feet."

So the group continued to walk into the mountains.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Mr. Song finally stopped and said, "It's this!"

Everyone stopped and saw that there was a weed here, with nothing special at all.

But Mr. Song had already walked into the grass next to him first.

After Mr. Song pulled away the weeds, everyone saw a mottled tombstone exposed.

"Chief, this is..." Director Lu couldn't help asking.

Mr. Song looked at the grave that was completely submerged by weeds and sighed: "A comrade in my army is sleeping here..."

Everyone was stunned. This small grave bag hidden alone among the weeds was actually a martyr's tomb?

Xia Rufei reacted first, and walked forward quickly and said, "Everyone can help!"

Director Lu and others also hurriedly came forward to help clean up together.

With a lot of people and great power, the weeds around the wild grave were soon cleaned up, and a clean open space was also cleared in front of the grave.

A mottled stone tablet that has been stormy and rain is behind it a small grave.

If it weren't for Mr. Song, no one would have thought that a martyr would have been buried here.

The handwriting on the stone tablet is still vaguely visible.

The big characters on it read "The Tomb of Martyrs Yan Xiaodong", and there is a line of small characters next to it, which read a string of military code names, and the hometown of Martyrs Yan Xiaodong is "Donggao Village, Xingguo County, Gan Province".

This martyr Yan Xiaodong actually came from that famous "General County".

Mr. Song stared at the tombstone for a while before turning back and said, "Xiao Rui, take out the things I asked you to prepare!"

Song Rui quickly took off his backpack and took out cigarettes, white wine, yellow paper, candles and other items from it.

Only then did he realize that his grandfather asked him to prepare these items when he was in Sanshan City, it turned out to be a sacrifice to his comrades.

Mr. Song personally placed the offerings in front of the grave, then lit incense and candles with his own hands. He also lit three Huaxia cigarettes and inserted them into the soil in front of the grave, then poured three glasses of wine and sprinkled them silently on the ground.

Song Rui helped burn paper money aside, and everyone stood by silently without disturbing the old man who remembered his comrades.

After a while, Old Song sighed and stared at the tombstone and said, "After the army liberated Chong'an County, we continued to move south. Although the enemy troops were defeated, the terrain of this area was complex and the mountains were high and dense, so a small group of troops entered the mountains to become bandits, so our troops were left to clear out the remaining enemies."

Mr. Song's eyes were very erratic when he spoke, as if he had traveled through time and returned to the years filled with smoke.

"Xiaodong was only nineteen years old when he died. He was my guard." Mr. Song said, "At that time, I took more than a dozen soldiers to escort supplies, and was ambushed by the remaining enemies here. Xiaodong blocked the deadly bullet for me..."

Everyone was silent, Xia Rufei looked at the dilapidated tombstone silently. In that war-torn years, countless martyrs fell on the road to war. As their descendants and former soldiers, Xia Rufei always had a high respect for these martyrs.

Mr. Song continued, "He is only nineteen years old! There were only 8 enemies that day, and a cheap bullet killed him. I still remember that before he died, he told me intermittently: Company Commander, please tell me my mother that my son cannot be filial to her..."

Speaking of this, Mr. Song's eyes couldn't help but feel wet.

A general succeeded and thousands of bones were undone. Song Lao Ma's life experience of separation and death is definitely not a small number of comrades, but this experience has become an indelible mark for his whole life.

Director Lu couldn't help but say, "Chief, why is there no one to take care of this martyr Yan Xiaodong's sleeping place? This..."

Mr. Song said lightly: "This monument was asked to be re-erected when I came to worship Xiaodong thirty years ago. At that time, only one wooden board marked this location... In the past, there were garrisons nearby, and people came to visit the grave every year. Later, the troops' defense was adjusted and transferred away! It seems that Xiaodong's grave has been abandoned for many years..."

"What does local governments do for food!" Director Lu said angrily, "Chief, I will call the relevant comrades in Southeast Province immediately. This is too unreasonable!"

Mr. Song waved his hand and said, "Xiao Lu, no need. The matter will change as soon as you come in. At that time, a large group of people are trembling as if they are walking on thin ice, and they come to the door to review and admit their mistakes. Maybe in order to please me, there will be a large-scale construction here, rebuilding graves, erecting statues, etc., which goes against my original intention. I don't think Xiaodong wants this."

"But..." Director Lu felt it was a little difficult to understand.

Mr. Song said lightly: "I believe Xiaodong would rather watch the green mountains and clear waters he once fought for in this way."

Then Mr. Song said, "I have a responsibility to speak of it. At the beginning, I didn't want to make things worse, so I didn't come to say hello in person. I have been wanting to come and see it all these years, but because I can't get rid of all kinds of things, my brother's grave was abandoned like this."

Xia Ruofei also felt quite moved in his heart that the old leaders of Mr. Song and his generation really had no selfish thoughts.

If it were the few officials nowadays, it would be unimaginable.
Chapter completed!