"Comrades and brothers present, I am Wang Yan. Salute to our comrades guarding the frontier!
When I arrived this morning, the comrade who received me at your regiment headquarters was named Qiu Fangjie. The moment he saw me, he said, 'Comrade Wang Yan, you've finally come to our regiment.' At the time, I thought, I'd never been to this regiment before—wasn't he just being polite? But Comrade Qiu Fangjie told me that my name had already spread throughout the Yunnan Province Military District. Even people who had never heard of me knew I was good at storytelling.
That truly flattered and startled me. But while I was startled, I was also proud. Why proud? Because I had brought enjoyment to so many comrades, and at the same time, I had helped everyone learn about the heroes of ancient and modern China, as well as the heroes of our Party. We must never forget the revolutionary deeds of our martyrs, and we must carry on their revolutionary spirit.
Although everyone already knows me, let me introduce myself anyway... Today, the hero we're talking about is also a fellow Northeasterner of mine. He was one of the founders and leaders of the Northeast China Anti-Japanese United Army. His name was Zhao Shangzhi.
...As for another leader of the Anti-Japanese United Army, everyone should be familiar with him as well. You've probably heard his name one way or another. That would be our General Yang Jingyu..."
In a mountain hollow on the plateau more than three thousand meters above sea level, the red sun pierced through the clouds and mist, falling upon every soldier sitting with his hands tucked into his sleeves, listening to the story. Their faces were chapped red, their lips peeling, their skin rough—but their blood ran scorching hot.
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