Military Song
by Mason Zhou
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The whistle sounded, and the shrill scream tore the silent night to pieces. The prisoners of war climbed up from the bunks like corpses, buttocks touching buttocks, heads touching heads, hurriedly putting on clothes and shoes. There were no lights in the No. 6 House, but it was not dark. The long-bright lamp on the south wall and the searchlight on the watchtower passed through the iron-barred doors and windows, throwing soft yellow light and snow-white light into the room. The iron gate was opened with a bang, and the prisoners of war were sitting in front of the bunks, their faces facing the iron gate straight up, like two rows of dead tree stumps. The 586th Brigade of the 60th Army. Meng Xinze, the commander of the artillery battalion of the 93rd Regiment, stood at the forefront, and the light of the searchlight made him unable to open his eyes...
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