It is a monument two meters high and one meter long.

There is no word on the stele, only a carved picture, which is a scene of a group of soldiers holding hands and looking forward to death.

The club team held up cameras and mobile phones to take pictures.

"It looks a bit shabby."

"I heard that the villagers raised funds to build this stele eighty years ago. This painting was carved by a local old man, who was not a sculptor."

"The guide says that if you walk west along the monument for about 500 meters, you can see the Martyrs Cemetery. There are all unmarked monuments there."

"Why don't you have a name?"

"I don't know. Doesn't it mean that there are no records at all? The war that happened here was also passed down by word of mouth from the nearby villagers, and it was not recorded in the local chronicles."

"If the villagers hadn't built the cemetery and monument, no one would know about it now."

"In those few years, too many things like this happened. Moreover, if there were no survivors, it would be impossible to know what happened and there would be no way to record it."

"Did everyone sacrifice?"

"It seems so."

Team members expressed their opinions.

Mo Qing did not come closer, looking at the monument from a distance of six or seven meters.

The wind is howling.

The sky suddenly turned dark.

Faintly, Mo Ting heard the distant and crisp sound of bells wrapped in the wind.

Jingle bells.

Jingle bells.

If there is, if not.

The surrounding scenery seems to have changed. It is still Liangxun Mountain, but it has changed to the scene a hundred years ago.

It was a winter, and they were wearing thin and torn clothes. They were all gray and gray, but they supported each other and marched hard in the dangerous mountains.

Mo Qing looked at the long queue.

Occasionally, a few people turned around and waved to Mo Qing.

"Little miracle doctor Mo, what are you looking at?"

"Let's go quickly, you won't be able to keep up with them!"

"Little miracle doctor, next time I see you, you must help our company commander cure his myopia. If he continues like this, he will go blind!"

…

They are young and cheerful, with bright smiles.

They laughed, yelled, pushed, waved their hands to her, waved their hands again, and then left without looking back.

Mo Qing just watched them go away quietly.

"Mo Qing!"

"Mo Qing!"

"Mo Qing!"

The voice calling her came from far to near.

Suddenly, the long queue disappeared.

The surrounding scenery also changed.

Mo Qing came back to her senses and saw Shan Yingying grabbing her hand and shouting in a hurry.

Mo Qing asked: "What's wrong?"

"What are you thinking about?" Shan Yingying breathed a sigh of relief, "It's raining, didn't you bring an umbrella? We plan to go to the cemetery again. Do you want a raincoat or an umbrella?"

When his mind returned to clarity, Mo Qing noticed that it was raining.

Hearing what Shan Yingying said, Mo Qing took out the umbrella from his backpack and stretched it out, covering the rain above her and Shan Yingying's heads.

Even so, I got caught in the rain.

Mo Qing pushed her wet hair behind her ears: "Are you going to the cemetery?"

"Yes." Shan Yingying nodded, "Let's go."

"Um."

Mo Qing raised the umbrella higher and tilted it slightly toward Shan Yingying.

The two of them followed the team and walked towards the cemetery.

The wind was strong and the rain was heavy. The team was wearing raincoats and holding umbrellas, but they were still battered by the wind and rain, and no one was not wet.

The road under my feet is not easy to walk either.

Mo Qing asked: "Is the cemetery big?"

Shan Yingying said: "It shouldn't be big. It's all raised by the villagers, so it's not easy to carry out big projects."

"oh."

"Also, because no one knows their names, the tombstones are all blank." Shan Yingying continued, "I have seen pictures on the Internet, and they are quite shocking."

Talk and walk at the same time.

After walking for about ten minutes at a distance of 500 meters, I finally saw the shadow of the cemetery.

Mo Qing looked up and saw rows of unmarked tombstones standing there. There were no graves. The tombstones were arranged in an orderly manner, like a neat square formation, scattered throughout the mountain forest.

What surprised Mo Qing was that this cemetery was obviously taken care of by someone.

There is no overgrown scene.

Mo Qing asked doubtfully: "Is anyone managing the cemetery?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it." Shan Yingying said, "Walking along the way, there was not a single soul, and I didn't see any houses. It doesn't look like someone is managing it."

At this time, someone beside me said: "I paid someone to take care of it privately."

The voice is gentle and calm.

Mo Qing and Shan Yingying turned their heads and saw Wen Yingxue walking towards them holding an umbrella.

Shan Yingying was surprised: "Private?"

"Yeah." Wen Yingxue came closer, "No one who remembers the war is alive. The villagers raised money to build the cemetery. There is no government funding support, and it is free as a tourist attraction."

Wen Yingxue continued: "People nowadays are tired of going home and sweeping graves, let alone taking care of this cemetery."

She glanced at the tombstones on the hillside: "Before, this place was deserted."

Shan Yingying immediately asked: "What do you mean by personal spending?"

Turning his eyes, Wen Yingxue turned sideways and looked down the mountain: "Have you seen the manor at the foot of the mountain?"

Shan Yingying took a look and suddenly saw a manor. The mountains were shrouded in clouds and mist, and the manor was looming, giving it a hazy beauty.

"I saw it, who lives there?" Shan Yingying asked.

Wen Yingxue explained: "About thirty years ago, the owner of the manor went out to do business, became prosperous, and returned to his hometown. Then he gave the village a sum of money every year to take care of the cemetery."

Shan Yingying was surprised when she heard this and sighed: "You know so much."

"..."

Wen Yingxue paused for a moment, her eyes resting on Mo Qing.

Shan Yingying wanted to ask for some inside information, but Wen Yingxue looked away and left with an umbrella.

She has a graceful figure and a gentle temperament.

In the rain and mist in the mountains, I feel like a fairy.

Shan Yingying looked at Wen Yingxue's retreating back: "Why do I think the relationship between you two is better than that between her and Mo Sui'an?"

Mo Qing was confused: "Really?"

"Aren't you two supposed to be at odds with each other?" Shan Yingying expressed pure doubts.

Mo Qing asked: "Why?"

Shan Yingying: "..." Do you still have to ask?

Seeing that she was speechless, Mo Qing did not ask any more questions and changed the subject: "Let's go and see the cemetery."

"good."

Shan Yingying quickly took out her phone.

Although there is no signal on the mountain, it does not affect her taking pictures at all.
To be continued...