China News Service, Xining, June 15th, title: Old veterans recalling the war years: Thanks to the country's "biggest regret"

　　Author Pan Yujie

　　With his fingers stroked the blurred face in the black and white photo, Yan Bingren took a closer look: he was high-spirited in military uniform, his wife had short shoulder-length hair, and the two were smiling and cuddling.

"At that time, we were just married and we rushed to shoot in Dandong before we went to North Korea." The old man fell into his memories.

　　The 88-year-old Yan Bingren participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. After his victory in 1953, he briefly returned to China to visit relatives, and then rushed to North Korea with his new wife to build and defend coastal defenses until he returned to China in 1958.

　　"When you enter North Korea to fight, you need to calculate the direction and height of the artillery," Yan Bingren said. "Comrades in front are hiding in the trenches. They support telescopes to observe the enemy's headquarters. I am responsible for transmitting data and information. There can be no mistakes in all links. , I was very nervous."

The picture shows Yan Bingren telling the photo story.

Photo by Pan Yujie

　　"The hole dug into the mountain, called'cat ear hole'," Yan Bingren and his comrades lived inside, using gasoline drums upside down as windows. "When the shell exploded, the dust sealed the hole, and we only had to follow the barrel to go out. climb."

　　Once, Yan Bingren took a correspondent to the regiment headquarters to report that when he passed the enemy blockade, the shells rang. He fell to the ground and the steel skin of the shells pierced his waist. "The young hygienist did not dare to deal with the wound, so I pulled it out by myself. ."He says.

　　Thinking of his comrade-in-arms and the mortar squad leader who was severely wounded in six places, Yan Bingren's eyes were still clear: "He was lying unable to move, and separated from the army. He crawled on the hillside all night, fumbled into the warehouse, and was found when he was cleaning the battlefield the next day. , Only took a life back."

　　However, in addition to the dangerous casualties that may occur at any time, the marching road is also extremely difficult.

　　In 1949, Yan Bingren, who had just enlisted in the army, went south from Tianjin with the PLA troops and crossed the Yangtze River.

"During the march, the dry food bag was tied to the chest with coarse hemp rope, with bullet bags, grenades, quilts, shovel, and pickaxes on my shoulders. I walked for more than four months to build fortifications before I arrived in Hunan."

　　In the second year, Yan Bingren went to Guangxi to suppress bandits and marched day and night in dense mountain forests and overgrown weeds.

"At that time, I was most sleepless. I was walking in the queue. I kept dropping my head and hitting the shoulders of the soldiers in front of me," he recalled. "The leech stings and swells on my body. I have malaria. I feel cold and my legs. Swinging, I fainted on the road, and my comrades in arms picked me up and continued to move forward."

　　"If we were not lucky, we people would have died several times." Yan Bingren said.

The picture shows Yan Bingren at the desk.

Photo by Pan Yujie

　　After returning from North Korea, Yan Bingren followed the troops to the Guoluo Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture in Qinghai Province.

"When I first arrived in Guoluo, I had 15 kilograms of food per person per month. There was no place to live, and I dug out a dirt nest to sleep in. There was no electricity, and I lighted the butter lamp."

　　After that, he and his colleagues stuck to the Qingnan Plateau at an altitude of more than 4,000 meters, gradually built bungalows, built schools, and developed the first local dairy processing factory for 25 years until retirement.

　　"My life has been quite rough, and I have always been in difficult areas," Yan Bingren said. "When I was young, the Japanese occupied our hometown of Rehe. We lived in the'weizi' they built, and we had to strictly inspect the entrance and exit. When we were young, we were soldiers. I am looking forward to "a cow on 30 mu of land, my wife and children are hot on the bed"; when I was working in Guoluo, I wanted to have an "upstairs and downstairs, electric light telephone"..."

　　"Now, the days are better and the blessings are good. I am very grateful to the party and the country." Yan Bingren's eyes fell on the black and white photos of the husband and wife in front of the desk. "Everything is satisfied. As long as the children and grandchildren do their jobs, the family is safe Just be together."

　　As he said, Yan Bingren stood up tremblingly, and turned out the envelope from the cabinet. There were more than a dozen old photos, large and small, with frayed corners. He recognized one by one: "These are all comrades in arms fighting side by side in North Korea." "We are with the locals." The people plant trees and have a party together..."

　　"Once, 19 comrades-in-arms rested and ate on the mountain bag. They were only a few hundred meters away from the cave where I lived. One bomb came down and all of them were sacrificed." Because they didn’t know the numbers of their troops and couldn’t name their comrades, Yan Bingren No way to find it.

　　"In the past few years, I have seen the ashes of volunteer martyrs return to the motherland from TV. I don't know if they are inside. This is my biggest regret." (End)