China News Service, Xining, April 5th, title: 70-year memorial for the veterans of the Korean War to Resist US Aid Korea

　　China News Agency reporter Zhang Tianfu

　　"I really want to meet my old comrades in the past, especially those from the same department. I haven't contacted any of them now; I still want to go to the North Peak area of ​​North Korea, but it's hard to tell if I can recognize them..."

　　It is the Ching Ming Festival, and I am thinking about it carefully. Liang Hongquan, a nearly 90-year-old veteran of the Korean War to Resist U.S. Aid and Aid Korea, told a reporter from China News Agency about 70 years of dusty past.

　　In June 1950, Liang Hongquan enrolled in the military cadre school in his hometown of Peixian Middle School in Xuzhou, Jiangsu, and started "the most meaningful stage of his life". "In those few years, it was the time to vigorously resist the U.S. aggression and aid Korea and defend the country. The child donated a penny. You can also, Henan opera actor Chang Xiangyu also donated a plane."

　　"It doesn't matter if you leave, your father has been bullied all his life, so follow the Communist Party." His mother used these words as Liang Hongquan who embarked on the journey to resist US aggression and aid Korea.

　　Liang Hongquan at this time still remembers the hatred of gnashing his teeth when he was just six or seven years old when he was just remembering. "Father couldn't pay the rent of the landlord. Three'dog legs' knocked him down and hit him with a brick at his temple."

　　After entering the DPRK for half a month, Liang Hongquan, who was a translator and interpreter in the 26th Army of the Chinese People’s Volunteers, and his comrades concealed in a mountainside, "I can see that enemy planes bombed and fired from below. I thought to myself, if there is one. A rifle, I must be able to shoot it down. It hits so well, it's like flying towards me."

　　At this time, one of his Xuzhou fellows was shot.

"I rolled over to him and saw that one leg was almost broken, with a little muscle attached. I don't know how to bandage, and I have to do it whether or not."

　　"On the night march, you can't find your comrades when you fall behind. You have to run in the enemy blockade... I'm very anxious, and I'm walking while peeing." He said, "Every night, my clothes are soaked. After it’s in place, it’s necessary to light a fire to bake clothes and iron your feet."

　　On the battlefield, he only cherished a pair of cloth shoes that his mother threw in the car when he was on the expedition. "It was snowing, the mountain became an iceberg, and the soles of military shoes slipped. I put the cloth shoes on, as if there was gravity. When I went down the mountain, everyone lay down. , Just go down, who knows how high this mountain is and how deep the ditch is."

　　Forty or fifty days of fighting in the West Mountain was extremely tragic.

Qi Anju, commander of the 78th Division of the 26th Army, asked Liang Hongquan and his comrades to go to the 234th regiment station to solve the communication problem, “I have a bomb tied to my body. The password is destroyed when the person is gone."

　　"Close to the West Mountain, the fighting between the two sides is like a violent wind." They met the enemy patrol, and the enemy wanted to capture them alive. "The 18 rounds I fired, it is estimated that at least seven or eight enemies were killed or injured by me. I originally planned to do so. Okay, the last bullet is for myself."

　　At a critical juncture, the Volunteer Army patrol helped them to turn danger to a breeze.

　　"The enemy's planes circled back and forth to seize a good shooting position. As soon as we started, we ran out of the bunker to watch." Liang Hongquan recalled the fresh and exciting "watching air combat", "After our plane was bitten by the enemy plane, our heart hung. It’s amazing. It’s incredibly happy to see our air force in a favorable position. That mood is beyond description."

　　"Comrade Xiao Liang, you report a letter to my family." Before the fight, the comrades in arms threw the address to Liang Hongquan, and they ran away. "They probably won't be able to come back, so they report their safety and greet the elderly in the family. ."

　　When the fighting in the West Mountain was the worst, he saw Wang Baojin coming down from the battlefield carrying platoon leader Zhao Jingwen on his back.

"The two are simply bloody," Liang Hongquan's eyes were moist. "In a short time, Wang Baojin will have to return to his post and continue fighting."

　　In 1958, Liang Hongquan, Wang Baojin, Zhao Jingwen and others changed their jobs and chose the most difficult areas.

Opening roads, repairing canals, and rescuing seriously ill children-in Jianzha County, Huangnan Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture, Qinghai Province, they have worked for most of their lives.

　　"People leave their names, and geese leave their voices." Liang Hongquan said, his father and mother do not know a word, they are honest people, "but they told me this, which means that no matter where you are, you must do good things for the villagers. ."(Finish)