Every day in North Korea, I am moved by something; the tide of my thoughts and feelings is flowing indulge in rushing; I want to tell everything to my friends in my motherland. But what I am most eager to tell you is an important experience in my thoughts and feelings, which is: I feel more and more deeply who is our cutest person!
Who is our cutest person? Our warriors, I feel they are the cutest people.
Maybe there are still people who vaguely say in their hearts: Are you talking about those "soldiers"? They seem to be very ordinary and simple. They can't see any profound knowledge they have or any rich feelings they have. However, I want to say that this is because he has too little contact with our soldiers and has not yet understood our soldiers: their qualities are so pure and noble, their will is so tough and strong, their temperament is so simple and humble, and their mind is so beautiful and broad!
Let me tell you a story.
It was during the Second Battle that a volunteer army was rushing behind the enemy to cut off the enemy's escape route in the military corner. When they arrived at Shutang Station, the fleeing enemy also arrived there, and they were about to drive over the car road. The vanguard of this army hurriedly occupied a very low hill on the side of the car road to block the enemy. A heroic fight began. In order to escape, the enemy used 32 aircraft and more than 10 tanks to launch a group charge, surging towards the company's position. The soil on the top of the mountain was overturned, and the flames of the gasoline bombs burned the position red.
However, the warriors shouted slogans on this hill of smoke and fire, killing the enemy in front of the position again and again. The enemy's corpses were piled up in front of the mountain like valleys, and blood made the hill red. But the enemy still has to fight to the death so that their main force will not be destroyed. The fierce battle lasted for eight hours. Finally, the Warriors' bullets were exhausted. The enemy who flocked to the top occupied the mountain and pushed them to the foot of the mountain. The gasoline bombs dropped by the plane set fire to their bodies. At this time, the warriors still would not retreat. They threw their guns and rushed towards the enemy. Fires were whirling on their hats, hugging the enemy, letting the fire on their bodies burn the enemy to death...
According to the battalion commander of this battalion, after the war, the guns were completely broken on the position of this company and the machine gun parts were thrown all over the mountain. The remains of the martyrs retain various postures. Some hugged the enemy's waist, some hugged the enemy's head, some pinched the enemy's neck and pressed the enemy to the ground, and fell together with the enemy and burned together. There was a soldier who was holding a grenade tightly in his hand, and the bullet body was covered with brains; the American devil who died with him had a brain burst and was covered with all the floor. Another warrior still held half of the enemy's ear in his mouth. When burying the bodies of the martyrs, they held the enemy so tightly that they could not separate them, so they broke the fingers of some people... Although this company suffered heavy casualties, they killed more than 300 enemies. More importantly, they made the main force of our army catch up and annihilate the enemy.
This is the most heroic battle on the Korean battlefield - the Songgufeng battle, or the Shutang station battle. If you need to erect a monument, let me write down the names of the martyrs who fought with fire to fight the enemy with bayonets. Their names are: Wang Jinchuan, Xing Yutang, Wang Wenying, Xiong Guanquan, Wang Jinhou, Zhao Xijie, Sui Jinshan, Li Yu'an, Ding Zhendai, Zhang Guisheng, Cui Yuliang, and Li Shuguo. There is another warrior who can no longer know his name. Let our martyrs live forever forever! The battalion commander of this battalion told me about the above situation. His tone was slow and his feelings were heavy. He said that he shed tears when he buried the martyrs in the position.But he continued, "Don't think I'm sad for them, no, I'm proud of them! I think our soldiers are so great and cute. I can't help but be moved by them and shed tears."
Friend, what do you think when you hear this heroic deed? Don't you think our warriors are cute? Don’t you be proud that our motherland has such a hero?
Our soldiers are so cruel to the enemy, but they love the North Korean people so much, full of deep enthusiasm for internationalism.
On the north bank of the Han River, I met a young soldier. He is only 21 years old this year, named Ma Yuxiang, from Qinggang County, Heilongjiang Province. He had a slightly black and rosy face, standing there, as simple and cute as a red sorghum in the autumn field. However, because he got off the position, he seemed a little tired, and the red silk in his eyes had not yet receded. He turned out to be from the artillery company.
One night, he was awakened by a crying sound. When he went out, he saw that it was an old North Korean mother sitting on the hill crying. It turned out that her house was blown up, she built a shack in the mountains, and the shack was blown up again. When he came back, he immediately went to the company headquarters to request to be transferred to the infantry company. The infantry company also needed people, so he approved him. I said, "Don't you fight the enemy the same in the artillery company?" "That's different!" He said, "The closer you are to the enemy, the more you feel satisfied with fighting, and the more you feel relieved!"
On the days when he blocked the enemy on the south bank of the Han River, one day he came down from the position to cook. As soon as we entered the village, several enemy planes attacked, fired a series of machine guns, and then dropped two large incendiary bombs. There were several houses that caught fire, and the fire was strong and the smoke was heavy, which made people dare not come to the front. At this time, he heard a child crying in the fireworks. He immediately walked through the smoke and looked close to him. A middle-aged North Korean man was surging in the yard and the crying of the child was still in the house.
He walked to the door of the house. The flames were whirring, and people could no longer enter, and the paper from the doors and windows was burning. The child's crying came out with the rolling smoke, and it was heard very clearly. When he was telling this, he said, "Can I not go in? I can't! I think if I encounter this situation in my motherland, I can go in. So, can I go in North Korea? Isn't the Korean people the same as the people of our motherland? I kicked open the door and threw them in.
! The smoke in the room was covered with dust, and I could only hear the child crying and the person could not see. My eyes couldn't open, and my face was as hot as a knife. I didn't know if my body was on fire, so I didn't care about it, but just touched the ground. I first touched an adult, pulled it and didn't pull it; then I touched the adult, then touched the child's legs, and I grabbed it and picked it up and jumped out. When I saw the child, I was a pretty good child. He was wearing a short jacket, barely calves, kicking his legs around, crying. I thought to myself, 'No matter whether you cry or not, if you don't save your adult, who will support you! ' At this time, the fire became bigger and the furniture in the room was burning.
I put him on the ground and crawled into the fire door and pulled the adult. She snorted, and I pulled it hard and saw that she didn't move again. When I looked closer, I saw that the blood from her face had dyed the white clothes on her chest red and her eyes were closed. I knew she couldn't do it anymore, so I hurriedly jumped out of the door, put out the flames on her body, and picked up this fatherless child. …”
Friend, what do you feel when you hear this deed? Don't you think our warriors are the cutest people?
Everyone knows that the Korean battlefield is more difficult. But what do the soldiers think? Once, I saw a soldier who was in an air-raid shelter and had a bite of fried noodles and a bite of snow. I asked him, "Don't you feel bitter?" He took back a spoonful of snow that was being sent to his mouth, smiled, and said, "How can you not feel? Our revolutionary army is not a monster. But our glory is here.”
He simply put down the spoon and said excitedly, “Take eating snow for example. I eat snow here just to prevent the people of our motherland from eating snow. They can sit in a bright room, make a pot of tea, keep a small stove, and do whatever they want. "He pointed to the narrow and wet air-raid shelter and said, "For example, squatting on the anti-melting hole, it's so stuffy. He sees the sun outside and the light road cannot be walked. But if I squat in the air-raid shelter here, the people of the motherland can not squat in the air-raid shelter, and they can walk calmly on the road. They can ride a bike, walk, and talk while walking. As long as the people can be happy, it is our greatest happiness. So," he put the snow in his mouth again and said as if summarizing, "It's nothing if I shed some blood here, what's the point of suffering!" "I asked again: "Do you want the motherland?" "He smiled and said he didn't want to, that's a lie, but I don't want to go back. If you go back, the people of the motherland ask, ‘How is the task we entrusted to you? ’How did I answer correctly? I said, 'North Korea is half red and half black', what is that? "I continued to ask: "You have experienced so many dangers and suffered so much. Do you have any requirements for your motherland and North Korea? "He thought for a while before answering me: "We don't want anything." But to my heart, - I don't have to be right. We want something so big..." He smiled, and used his fingers to be the size of a copper coin, afraid that I would not understand, "A piece of the 'North Korea Liberation Medal', we are willing to wear it on our chest and return to our motherland. "
Friends, there is no need to give more examples. You can already understand what kind of person our warriors are, what kind of quality these people have, how beautiful and broad their souls are. They are the first-class warriors in history and the world, the first-class people! They are the excellent flowers of all the great people in the world! They are proud of us. We are proud of our motherland having such heroes, and we are proud of being born in this heroic country. !
Dear friends, when you take the first tram in the morning toward the factory, when you carry a rake and walk towards the fields, when you drink a cup of soy milk, carry a school bag, when you sit at the desk and start work on this day, when you stuff apples into your child's mouth, when you walk with your lover... Friends, do you realize that you are in happiness? You may be surprised and say, "This is very common!" "But, those who return from North Korea will know that you are living in happiness. Please realize that this is a kind of happiness, because only when you realize this can you have a deeper understanding of the reason why our soldiers are desperate in North Korea. Friends! You love our motherland so much, Chairman Mao, you will definitely love our soldiers deeply, - they are indeed our most lovely people!
Who is the cutest person? They are the cutest soldiers 72 years ago. They exchanged their lives and blood for the peace today. Facts have proved that peace is fought, and begging cannot get peace.
"Who is the Cutest People" is a reportage written by writer Wei Wei after returning from the Korean battlefield. It was first published in the People's Daily on April 11, 1951. It was later selected as a middle school Chinese textbook, which has influenced generations of Chinese people. Since then, the volunteer army has been widely known as the "cutest people" by people. Later, it was deleted from the junior high school Chinese textbook for nearly 20 years because of the reason that the article was "inappropriate". Since the first semester of 2021, the Ministry-edited new textbook has been re-compiled in the second textbook of the seventh grade (the seventh lesson) and has slightly changed.
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