“Shangganling” company commander prototype Zhang Ji died of illness: Hongshan buried his loyal bones, the hero has “returned to the team”
The prototype of the company commander Zhang Ji in the movie “Shangganling” died of illness at the age of 95.
Hongshan buried loyal heroes have “returned to the team”
On June 16, a basket of apples was placed in front of Zhang Jifa’s spiritual position. A08-A09 version photography (except for signature)/Beijing News reporter Du Hansan
Zhang Jifa when he was young. Photo courtesy of respondents
June 17 On the day of the funeral, an uncle saluted the army to the leaving hearse.
On the opposite side of Zhang Jifa’s hospital bed, there is a local elementary school student posted The picture sent.
Wei Zuqin’s bedroom, hanging the two golden wedding Wedding photos taken.
Zhang Jifa’s bedside, there is a 1970 Nian’s enamel tank, the bottom of the tank is wrapped with tape.
Reason of death: gastric cancer and other diseases
Identity during his lifetime: former deputy chief of staff of the 135th Regiment of the 45th Division of the 15th Army of the Chinese People’s Liberation Army
June On the 16th, Henan Xinyang Military Sub-District Retirement Center. The one-hundred-meter-long wreath leaned against the wall and placed outside the mourning hall. It was still extending from noon to night.
Except for the relatives on both sides of the parents, Zhang Jifa’s four daughters did not notify the others-more people came after seeing the news.
An endless stream of mourners flooded into the hall. The light of the ever-bright lamp jumped on Zhang Jifa’s portrait, his left chest was covered with military medals. The “Glorious in the Party’s 50th Anniversary” commemorative medal is placed on the right side of the spiritual position. This Communist who joined the Party in 1947 has no chance to wear it again.
At 7:30 on June 15, Zhang Ji, the hero of the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea and the prototype of the company commander in the movie “Shangganling”, died of illness at the age of 95. At the age of 16, he joined the vanguard of the Anti-Japanese War. From the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression to the War of Liberation and then to the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, he fought a total of 10 years. After retiring, he gave more than 1,500 reports on revolutionary traditions to young people. There was a large box of appointment letters alone. Many people in the local area knew this “company commander Zhang.”
“I will guard the country you smashed.”
Among the family members dressed in black, grandson Cui Heping, wearing a striking military uniform.
According to local customs, there are several mahjong tables outside the hall for guests to pass the time. In the early morning of June 17, there were not many people left, and the shuffle sound gradually became thinner. Cui Heping practiced the ritual steps and walked from one end to the other. He is the only soldier among his grandchildren, and he will hold his portrait and walk in front of the team when he goes out for funeral services that day.
Every year when he goes home to visit relatives, if Cui Heping is wearing a military uniform, after Zhang Jifa looks up and down, he will nod in satisfaction: “Well, boy, as long as the army needs you, you can stay in the army for as long.” This funeral Cui Heping deliberately put on the military uniform, “He will be happy watching me wear this suit.”
The sky is white, and the funeral time is approaching. Cui Heping, who has been keeping guard all night, changed again. Put on the officer’s dress.
“Wearing this suit to show off grandpa, he deserves it,” Cui Heping said. The golden-yellow decorative strips dangled from the shoulders to the chest. He didn’t close his eyes for two nights, but the army-green body showed the spirit. He and Zhang Jifa both have black and thick eyebrows. When people see him, they will say, “You are really like your grandfather.”
The last moment has come. Cui Heping wears white gloves and hugs the portrait from the mourning hall.
The see-offs surrounded the scene, some raised their phones to take pictures, some closed their eyes and folded their hands together. There is also an uncle hunched back, heading for the far away hearse to salute the army. On the way to the funeral home, it rained heavily. A long line of convoys flashed in double flashes, without seeing the head at a glance.
In the Fushou Hall of Xinyang City Funeral Home, Zhang Jifa’s body was covered with a bright red party flag, and his thin head was covered with a large blue brimmed hat of the Air Force.
The family members were crying in silence, Cui Heping suffocated his tears, “I can’t wear the clothes my grandfather likes and cry when sending him on the road, so I am sorry for this military uniform and for him. This is what I did. A soldier must be strong.” With a military cap in his left hand, he bowed to bid farewell to the body: “Grandpa, you can walk with ease, we will guard the country you shot down that year.”
p >The rain hasn’t stopped, and the green pines and cypresses of Hongshan Cemetery are more visible.
In Zhang Jifa’s tomb, there are a comic strip of Shangganling and a pair of sunglasses. He was punctual throughout his life and could not do without a watch, but he was so thin when he was hospitalized that he could not wear the watch on his elbow. Originally wanted to keep it as a souvenir, the third daughter, Zhang Aimin, put the watch in the grave.
“Old company commander, my father is next door, you can drink together”, someone knelt in front of the tomb and said.
Cui Heping held a black umbrella, stood upright and stood aside, welcoming a wave of worshippers. “I should support this umbrella. Whether it is his home or country, there is a grandson who inherited his career from the army to help him guard,” Cui Heping said.
Before the incident, Zhang Ji often said: “I want to live well, to take a look at the beautiful country of the motherland for those comrades who sacrificed.” Speaking of this, Cui Heping smiled, “Grandpa’s comrades asked him to report to him. Go back and take a look at them.”
“An apple” and a basket of apples
June On the 17th, on the night of Zhang Jifa’s burial, Xinyang local TV station rebroadcast the movie “Shangganling”.
In 1956, it was the release of this movie that made him known as the prototype of Zhang Zhongfa, the commander of an eighth company of the Volunteer Army. In three years, he could not bear to watch this film, but after watching it, he said: “The cruelty and fierceness of the war are not fully demonstrated, less than one-tenth.”
At the age of 16 he participated in the Anti-Japanese War. For the vanguard, Zhang Jifa fought a total of 10 years from the War of Resistance Against Japan to the War of Liberation and to the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. His most memorable event was the Battle of Shangganling. When Zhang Jifa was 91 years old, his nephew Zhang Ershun couldn’t stop crying when he asked about this battle. After that, Zhang Ershun couldn’t ask again, “I feel sorry for his tears.”
A set of data illustrates the cruelty of the Battle of Shangganling: the “United Nations Army” fired more than 1.9 million artillery shells, dropped more than 5,000 bombs, the top of the mountain was cut down to a full 2 meters, and the surface rock was blown to a thickness of more than 1 meter. Powder; the 45th Division of the 15th Corps of the Volunteer Army, 16 of the 27 infantry companies were lighted up and rebuilt twice; the battle flag that was finally flying on the main peak was covered with 381 bullet holes…
Zhang Jifa once recalled, The strong gunpowder smoke on the Shangganling position was mixed with the smell of blood, and the planes and artillery continued to bombard indiscriminately. The entire position was swaying like a boat traveling in the sea, and it was impossible to stand on the surface.
On October 15, 1952, the 7th Company of the 135th Regiment of the 45th Division of the 15th Army where Zhang Jifa was located was ordered to turn into the tunnel and stayed in the tunnel for 10 days. Layers of blockades cut off the transportation of food and water. The severely water-deficient soldiers had their mouths cracked, and they looked like they were on fire. They pressed their bodies and mouths to the walls of the tunnel, and used cool mud and stones to relieve their physical pain. The urine changed from white to yellow, then red, and then purple, and finally no urine was discharged-the smelly urine became a precious source of water. The soldiers held their own urine and gave it to their comrades. Some of the wounded closed their mouths tightly, their teeth creaked, and some bit their tongues, but in order not to affect the fighting mood, none of the wounded screamed.
On the evening of October 31st, after nearly 24 hours of fighting on the ground, most of the soldiers of the 7th Company were killed. Only Zhang Jifa, 4 walkers, health worker Zhang Le, and correspondent Xing Zhilin were left. The last eight people including the wounded soldier Lan Fabao.
The superior ordered the Fourth Company to send 5 soldiers to support him. The soldier Liu Mingsheng gave Zhang Ji an apple. The four walkie-talkies screamed, their throats were hoarse, and in an emergency, they couldn’t say anything. They slammed their mouths to make them bleed and moisturized, and then they shouted. Zhang Jifa handed the apple to them first, but they smelled and smelled, touched and touched, and no one was willing to take a bite. He passed it on to the wounded and sick, hygienists, and correspondents. The apple was passed on to the hands of eight people. After a round, it returned to Zhang Jifa in its entirety. Zhang Jifa said: “Comrades, we can repel the enemy’s charge again and again, but can’t we destroy even a small apple?” He took the lead and took a small bite. The apple was turned three times in the hands of eight people. Finish eating.
In the impression of Zhang Jifa’s eldest daughter, Zhang Aidang, family conditions were difficult in the 1960s, but as soon as he came to sell apples, his father would buy a lot of them and distribute them to the children. “So many comrades-in-arms I haven’t eaten them. Now there are apples. Eat more.” After Zhang Jifa passed away, a basket of apples surrounded by yellow and white chrysanthemums was placed in the mourning hall.
At the end of the Shangganling battle, the 220-man Dalian team where Zhang Jifa was located had only 23 people left. In 2020, Zhang Jifa was hospitalized due to illness. Zhang Xinli, a nurse, said that whenever someone visits him, he will be called a “hero”. The 94-year-old Zhang Jifa will put his smiling face away and hurriedly put his hands: “Don’t dare to say that, I am not a hero. Those who sacrificed My comrades, they are the heroes.”
Next, he will report the names of his comrades.
Zhang Jifa has many military medals in the South and North Wars. He once said to his wife Wei Zuqin: “The military medal is not mine, it’s all yours. It’s not half of it, it’s all to you.” In 1955, 29-year-old Zhang Jifa was already an older youth. Mobilized by the Women’s Federation, 19-year-old Zhumadian girls Wei Zuqin and Zhang Jifa spent 5 yuan to buy melon seeds, peanuts, candies and two watermelons. They were considered married. “Why are they so old? For the country, for the people to have food”, Wei Zuqin fell in love with the big-eyed guy at first sight. Zhang Jifa has a dark complexion, and Wei Zuqin’s skin is white. He always joked that “the black boy finds a Bai Ni.”
Wei Zuqin’s bedroom hangs the wedding photos taken after 50 years of marriage. This is the first time she has put on a wedding dress, with her gray hair curled up and holding a bunch of red flowers. The wife was wearing a black dress, and the two of them were pasted together, showing a bright smile.
In 1962, Zhang Jifa suffered from liver cirrhosis and was sentenced to death by the hospital. The doctor said that if you are in a good mood, you may live for 3 to 5 years. His stomach with liver and ascites was like a pregnant woman, and several hospitals couldn’t treat it.
When her daughter Zhang Aidang was in elementary school, Zhang Ji sent a report to her school. Looking at his upright father on the stage, Zhang Ai-dang knew that it was because his stomach hurts because of his bowed waist. Every time he sits, his buttocks are close to the edge of the chair, and his trousers are tied with a string.
Wei Zuqin looked around for doctors and asked for medicine. He used 20 red dates, 20 lotus seeds and 20 peanuts to make a stew, then put some brown sugar, let her husband take it before going to bed. year.
In 1966, 40-year-old Zhang Jifa left the army due to illness and came to live in the Xinyang Military Sub-district Retreat. He changed the names of his three daughters to Zhang Aidang, Zhang Aijun and Zhang Aimin. In 1967, the youngest daughter was born. He named Zhang Aidong, who loves Mao Zedong. “He can’t continue to work for the party, so he will repay him in this way,” Zhang Aidang said.
Frustrated, Zhang Jifa worked hard on the children. Blow the whistle at home every morning, stipulating that the time for putting on clothes, folding the quilt, washing your face, and brushing your teeth should not exceed 5 minutes. Three children gathered in the yard, running and throwing grenade models. If he was late, Zhang Jifa picked up a stick and beat it. Later, several children were afraid to take off their clothes and sleep.
Zhang Jifa has the habit of taking a nap. After lunch, if there is no time to clean up the dishes, Wei Zuqin will greet the children outside under the shade of the trees. The mother and daughter formed an arc, the children frolicked, Wei Zuqin knits sweaters and accepts the soles of shoes. After Zhang Jifa woke up from sleep, he took the child back.
Wei Zuqin often said to the children: “Don’t make your father angry. He is sick and can live a day.”
Under Wei Zuqin’s conditioning and tolerance, Zhang Jifa’s body , Get better every day. He said to his wife, “You are the Zhang family’s credit. Without you, there would be no me. I have to kowtow to you when I die.” At more than 3 o’clock in the morning on June 17, 85-year-old Wei Zuqin , Once again moved into the mourning hall on crutches. The ice coffin was covered with a black cloth, and seeing how the old man dressed was her last wish. “I’m afraid I’m too old to see my eyes.” As early as 20 years ago, Wei Zuqin made a shroud for his wife.
After working all his life, Wei Zuqin never asked Zhang Jifa to do a housework. He didn’t even put money in his pocket when he went out. Wei Zuqin said: “I am nothing great, but he hasn’t hindered him. He has contributed to the revolution and the motherland, and I seem to have also contributed to the country.” She rubbed her knee joints, “I’m worried about it, and I have to finish the task.”
On June 18, the Zhang family went back and forth in the Xinyang District of the 990th Hospital of the Joint Logistics Force. Then I moved the things in the ward. “After living for almost 3 years, I have become my own home, just like moving.” On the wall of the bed opposite to the child, there is a hand-painted painting sent by a primary school student when he visited Zhang Jifa. In a box of tin cans, piled up with Zhang Jifa’s unfinished sugar, the medicine is bitter, and he loves the sweet.
When the hospital cleaner Liu Yulan looked inside again, the empty ward was only a stack of X-rays on the sofa. “I like him” Liu Yulan once took a picture of Zhang Jifa, one in the hands of Zhang’s family and one in her own home. The only intersection between them is that when Liu Yulan cleans his room, Zhang Jifa will wave his hand and say, “You have worked hard.”
Advanced gastric cancer with multiple metastases, dystrophic liver cirrhosis, coronary atherosclerotic heart Illness… The final diagnosis of patient No. 4446 is densely listed with 12 items. For patients like this, the survival period may only be 3 to 5 months. Jiang Dejun, deputy director of the Department of Cardiology and Nephrology, said: “It’s a miracle to live so long.” Every morning, Jiang Dejun sees Zhang Jifa in a wheelchair in the corridor. When he was still able to walk, he was supported by his daughter and walked twice. Old people love to sing, and they sing most often, “Bold and proud, crossing the Yalu River. Keeping peace and defending the motherland is to protect the hometown…” After so many years, I don’t forget the words or out of tune, and sometimes I can hear them all over the building. .
In the last few years of Zhang Jifa’s life, family members sometimes joked, calling him “Baby Zhang”.
The nurse Zhang Xinli was a kindergarten teacher in her early years. Zhang Jifa, who was lying on the hospital bed, obediently learned to sing nursery rhymes with her. He put on a walking posture, pretending to put on a military cap for himself, and offered a military salute: “The People’s Liberation Army is really good. Wearing military uniforms, wearing military caps, carrying spears, and firing cannons makes the enemy scream.” He will also adapt, “The flowers in the garden bloom red, red and white. I don’t pick the flowers. Everyone says I’m so good.” He shook his head from side to side and sang the last sentence as “Everyone said me. He is a good boy”.
Zhang Jifa also has a fragile side.
He told Zhang Xinli that he missed his brothers in his hometown and his mother. “My mother has worked so hard and didn’t enjoy happiness.” At the age of 16, Zhang Jifa left his hometown of Zanhuang, Hebei, to join the anti-Japanese vanguard. In his impression, when he was a child, the mother was always filling her shoes in the middle of the night; in the early hours of the morning, when the chickens cried, she went to the kang to fetch water and wash the pot and sweep the yard; before it was bright, mother would push tofu in the mill, “All year round,” My mother’s eyes are red.”
Sometimes when he woke up, Zhang Jifa shed tears again, saying that he had dreamed of his comrades, but he was still on the front line, “I miss them especially”.
These days, Zhang Xinli often dreams of Zhang Jifa. Get up at six or seven o’clock every day, Zhang Xinli opens the curtains. If it is sunny, he beats the quilt with both hands, and sings with a smile: “Such a blue sky, what kind of person is this team going to the front? The fellow villagers can hear clearly, this is the Eighth Route Army that resolutely resisted the war. Military and civilian unity. Let us all work together to kill the Japanese devil and enjoy peace!” The ward faces east, and the sun is like duck egg yolk, and the sun shines on his hospital bed.
When Zhang Jifa is in good health, he hunched back and bends over, and walks twice a day on the bank of the Shehe at the door of his house. On the night of the burial, people still came and went by the river, some were walking their dogs, some were shaking the fan, and some were fishing. The Red Mountain where he was buried, not far from here, can be seen from this road.
(Cui Heping is a pseudonym in the text)
Part of the information is referenced from “Iron and Blood: Memoirs of Zhang Jifa”
A08-A09 edition written by Beijing News reporter Du Han San