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Under the pure blue sky, there is a patchwork of white tombstones at different heights. The sunlight gently kisses the tombstones, like a loving kiss goodbye that year.

That year was a time of chaos, mountains of corpses, and seas of blood, but now we have the square where white pigeons fly over.

The corners of An Yun's eyes were a little moist.

This peaceful scene made his heart feel sour and astringent. Although he had never lived through that era, he still shed tears at this moment because of the hard-won peace.

In the three hundred years of darkness, endless tombstones lay dormant.

[The young man looked at the densely packed tombstones in shock. He was speechless and didn't know what to say.

The veteran limped into the Martyrs Cemetery, looked at the tombstones all over the mountains and plains, leaned on crutches, raised his chest and raised his head, with the heavy medals on his chest shining brightly, and slowly gave a military salute.

"Comrades, I'm here to see you."

The young people watched this scene quietly, with solemn expressions and young and pure eyes shining with water.

The veteran turned around, his voice was hoarse as usual, but it carried a force that could not be ignored: "Follow me." He couldn't hide his pride and said: "Let me introduce my comrades to you."

The veteran put down his hands and limped to a stop under a tombstone.

The white tombstone is clearly engraved with Chinese and Russian languages.

Wang Qingchen (1890-1918): A Chinese man sleeps here. He was a soldier and a Marxist. In order to realize revolution, he fought until the last moment, and then fell asleep at Vilya Station forever. ①

"Chinese?" The young people were in an uproar. "Why are there Chinese here?"

The veteran replied: "I have never met him, but I know him. He is a hero.

He was a Chinese laborer who later participated in the October Revolution..."

The old Menschak's eyes were empty, and he was lost in long and long memories. 】

Chinese? Xie Xun could hardly believe his ears. He did not expect that the first martyr appearing in the film would be Chinese.

Why are there Chinese lying in the Soviet Union’s tombs of martyrs? What happened to him? Why did he die?

Xie Xun has endless questions in his heart, and only the following plot can answer him.

【October 1917.

"Rights belong to the people!" "Capitalists, get out!" "Oppose the war!" "We want bread!" The parade drove through the streets and alleys in a mighty manner, and workers from all walks of life raised their arms and shouted, and the crowd was excited.

Six-year-old Menshak lay on the window sill, curiously watching the roaring marchers. Among the Russian people with tall noses and deep eyes, those yellow people are particularly eye-catching.

As they passed the window sill, Menschak couldn't help but ask: "Sir, where are you from?"

The yellow people stopped, and one of them answered his question in unskilled Russian: "We are from China and used to work in the Kama mining area located in the upper reaches of Volga."

"China? This is the first time I have seen Chinese people." Menschak asked in confusion: "Why did you come to Moscow?"

The Chinese people looked at each other and smiled: "We are here to join the revolution."

Menschak became even more confused, "What is revolution?"

"You'll know when you grow up."

The Chinese waved goodbye to him and continued to follow the team.

"Menshak! How many times have I told you, don't look anymore, the police will arrest you!" His mother closed the window with a bang and stared at him menacingly with her hands on her hips.

Menschak shrank his neck and said, "Mom, I just saw a few Chinese people. Where is China?"

The mother curled her lips, and a flash of disgust flashed in her eyes: "Chinese people are all bad guys and liars," she warned her children earnestly: "Don't get close to the Chinese, they know terrible witchcraft."

Menschak nodded in understanding.

Outside the window, several piercing gunshots suddenly rang out, and creepy screams and running sounds suddenly came from the street.

"Killed!"

"Police: The police killed someone!"

"Help! Help us!"

Screams, calls for help, running and stampeding sounds and piercing gunfire were mixed together outside the house, and there was a deathly silence inside the house.

Menschak's face was pale, and his big frightened eyes were filled with tears. He asked with a shaking voice: "Mom? What happened? Will they die?"

The mother's face was stiff, she blinked her eyes desperately, and her voice was like a taut string: "It has nothing to do with you, it has nothing to do with you!" She said, "You are not allowed to join them!"

…

On November 7, the huge cruiser fired cannonballs in the direction of the Winter Palace, and heavily armed soldiers surrounded the Winter Palace.

Two hours later, a red flag was raised over the Winter Palace. The bright yellow sickle and hammer on the flag declared to the entire world the power of the proletariat.

…

"But the war did not stop, the civil war began. Western capitalist countries did not want to see the birth of our socialist country, so they united with domestic rebel forces to launch a war against our young Soviet regime. Starting in 1918, By the end of 1922, We have lost many comrades, but more people have joined us." The elderly Menschak gently touched the name on the tombstone with his fingers, as if he was afraid of disturbing the hero's sleep, "This comrade from China, from China. The Red Eagle Regiment, they helped us win the Battle of Volga.”

Picture after picture appeared as the old man spoke.

In the spring of 1918, newsboys walked through the streets of Moscow, waving newspapers and shouting: "The Chinese Red Eagle Regiment defeated the White Army and defended the Volga River!"

Pedestrians on the street were talking a lot:

"Give me a newspaper!"

"Well done, Chinese!"

"Ula! Ula! Long live the Red Eagles!"

Menschak looked curiously at his father who was sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper. His father kept mumbling excitedly: "The Red Eagles are doing a great job!"

"Glifan, Glifan!" (Russian: true friend)

Menschak was curious: "Dad, are all the Red Eagles Chinese?"

Dad nodded: "Yes."

Menschak was puzzled: "But my mother said that Chinese people are all bad guys and liars who use witchcraft."

Dad retorted loudly: "Your mother is wrong! The Chinese are our real friends!

Menschak asked again: "Dad, why do the Chinese want to help us?"

Dad looked solemn and answered word by word: "Because faith knows no national boundaries. They are all great anti-Japanese warriors!"

Menschak nodded in understanding, then smiled innocently, "The Chinese help us fight the bad guys. I like the Chinese."

…

The young people looked at the tombstone in shock and were speechless: "I, I have never heard of this."

"They are heroes!"

"What happened next?"

"Later..." The elderly Menshak woke up from his memories, looking at the tombstone with numb calmness in his eyes: "Then they all died."

"During the blockade of Vilya Station, the Red Eagle Regiment and our Red Army fought with the White Army for seven days and seven nights. In the end, they ran out of ammunition and food, and no one survived."

Several girls suddenly let out loud sobs. 】

Cao Desheng's eyes were moist.

The older he gets and the more people he has seen and experienced, the easier it is for him to be moved by sincerity and passion.

Whether it is the three hundred years of darkness or the ancient earth era, there will always be people who have great love and wholeheartedly wave the flag, shout and fight bravely for the destiny of all mankind.

[Old Menschak stopped in front of another tombstone.

Nina Ivanovna Rogova (1915-1942): mother, daughter, warrior. She sent away her father, brother, and husband. She was an excellent sniper and nurse who defended the dignity of the motherland with her blood. ②

A flash of water appeared in the eyes of the elderly Menshak.

"This is my aunt's daughter, my little sister." He said softly, "After the civil war, there was peace for more than ten years, and then the Second World War broke out."

"The fascist Allies, led by Germany, ignited the flames of war around the world. Except for the North and South Poles, the world was scarlet."

“In 1941, Nazi Germany tore up the Soviet-German Non-Aggression Pact and launched a surprise attack on us together with the slave countries Hungary, Romania, and Finland.”

"I was 40 years old at that time, which was the right age. I responded to the country's call and enlisted in the army to protect our Soviet."

"There were boys in the same class as me at school, but in the end only me and another boy survived."

…

The war has been going on for a long time.

Under the powerful offensive of the evil Nazis, the Soviet army retreated steadily, large tracts of land fell, and millions of soldiers and civilians died.

The political commissar said: "Although Russia is big, we have no way to retreat. Behind us is Moscow!" Later, they won the battle to defend Moscow, but the political commissar died in the battle.

Of the three Menschak brothers, he was the only one who survived.

Later, trains came one after another, bringing in elderly people over 60 years old and boys in tenth grade.

Later, the train brought the women.

Nina, his little sister, held the hand of her four-year-old daughter, shouldered the sniper rifle and went to the battlefield.

This was nothing surprising at the time.

The women's fathers, husbands and brothers all died on the battlefield, and their hometowns have also fallen, so the women can only take their children to fight.

“At that time, a million women fought in the war.

They are snipers, artillerymen, tankers, signalmen, machine gunners, pilots, guerrillas, etc., and of course doctors and nurses. "The elderly Menshak sighed softly, with an expression that was both sad and proud: "We Russian women are so brave and brave. "

A blond girl asked with a trembling voice: "...How did Nina die?"

Menschak's vision was blurred for a moment because of the blond hair, and he answered after a few seconds: "I heard that she was killed by a bomb. She was killed together with her four-year-old daughter, and no bones were left."

After a brief silence, the old man touched the name on the tombstone affectionately, his voice hoarse: "Later, a woman's name was widely circulated on the battlefield - Lyudmila Mikhailovna Pavlyuchin Co, she was a sniper like Nina. She killed 309 German soldiers and became a well-deserved heroine in the war and a national model. "

"But no one knows about Nina."

"Nina died too soon."

"She hasn't had time to make her mark yet."

Menschak tilted his head to look at the blond girl, but seemed to be looking beyond her at another blond girl.

The war did not remember the girl's face.

"But I remember.\