Heyan: Lengwa Guards Tongguan

When the Yellow River reaches Tongguan, it is no longer called the Yellow River, but called Yan. The elders all say this: the river suddenly narrows into a throat, the water squeezes together and swirls violently, and the sound is whimpering. This sound is heard from morning to night, sunny or rainy, or under the ice in winter. The locals say that this is not crying, but swallowing. The throat has two layers - the first layer is the throat: the river hits the Qinling Mountains and Huashan Mountains here, and turns a hard corner. Whoever chokes here will choke the neck of the entire river. Guarding this throat, no one can enter the pass; the first layer is the throat of the river: a river, a pass, and the pain of a group of people swallowing. The Japanese army failed to penetrate Tongguan for seven years. Zheng Shoutian, the bell ringer, counted beans on the city wall - if a person dies, throw a bean, seven years, 14,800 beans. The genealogy fell into the Yellow River, and he recorded the names of the dead: Sun Xiaozhu, the captain of the cadet team, the unnamed brothers on the fort... When Taiyuan fell, he rang the bell thirty-three times and sent off 330,000 people. Observer Shen Huaiyuan stared at the Japanese observer in the gun scope for seven years. Whoever blinked first would die. Female teacher Su Min moved the classroom into the trench and taught the children to write their own names. If the names are written in the soil, the children will not be forgotten. The orphan girl Dou'er grew up amid the sound of bells and stood on guard all night at the age of fifteen. On Zhongtiao Mountain, eight hundred cold babies ran out of ammunition and food. They knelt down facing Shaanxi, called "Mom and Dad" and jumped into the Yellow River. There are no golden fingers, no systems, just real history and real sacrifices. You defended this city, who will remember you?