The Road Is as Long as Iron

On the night of September 18th, 1931, the explosion at Peking University Camp shattered the peace of Zhou Yuanshan, the company commander of the Northeast Army. The superior gave an order: No resistance, put the gun in the warehouse, and hold on until you die. Seeing his brothers who had been with him for many years fall to the gunpoint of the Japanese army, Zhou Yuanshan gritted his teeth, disobeyed orders and led his troops to break out of the encirclement. From that day on, he had only one belief: to fight back to the Northeast and pay with blood. From the Baishan Blackwater to the Xinkou battlefield, from the Yeren Mountain Jedi to the street battles in Taierzhuang, he fought the Anti-Japanese War for fourteen years and watched countless brothers buried in foreign lands; from Siping Street to Shangdangling, from the Jinzhong Plain to the Northwest, he understood the direction in the fog of the civil war and fought for the people ever since. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, I thought I could finally put down my guns and build my hometown, but the war between the US military and the U. S. Military reached the Yalu River. Zhou Yuanshan once again put on armor and crossed the river. On the ice and snow of Changjin Lake and the scorched earth of Pine Bone Peak, he defended his new motherland with his flesh and blood. From a 22-year-old young man to a 44-year-old middle-aged man, after twenty-two years of war, countless comrades were buried in foreign lands, but finally they were safe. The long pass of Xiongguan is really like iron, but now we are crossing it from the beginning - this is the road that a generation of Chinese people have blazed with their own blood.