The story of a war hero

The battle against Shangganling began on October 14th, 1952. The main forces are the 134th and 135th regiments of our 45th Division. Huang Jiguang was the correspondent of the 6th Company, 2nd Battalion, 135th Regiment.

After the Battle of Shangganling started, he was drawn to the battalion as a correspondent. The combat mission of the Sixth Company is to recover positions No.6, No.5, No.4 and No. in turn. After winning the first three positions, there were only a dozen people left of the more than 9 people in the Sixth Company. In the early morning of 19th, Wan Fulai, the company commander, organized the remaining soldiers into three blasting groups to blast several bunkers in position zero. As a result, three blasting groups took turns to go into battle, and all the casualties were exhausted.

Just then, Huang Jiguang, Wu Sanyang and Xiao Dengliang rushed up. The three of them alternately covered the blasting and soon blew up three small bunkers, leaving only the last big bunker. At this time, Wu Sanyang died, and Xiao Dengliang was dying after being seriously injured. When the instructor saw that Huang Jiguang was the only one injured in the movement in the light of the enemy flare, he quickly climbed over and covered Huang Jiguang with machine guns. Huang Jiguang dragged his injured leg, slowly climbed to the front of the bunker, and then struggled to throw a Grenade. Unexpectedly, this bunker is very strong, and only a small corner of the bunker collapsed after the Grenade exploded. The enemy's machine guns are still spewing fire. At this time, Huang Jiguang's body moved decisively to the machine gun perforation, blocking the blazing flame with his body ...

After three or four days of Huang Jiguang's sacrifice, he seized the intermittent opportunity in the middle of the battle. Three female health workers in our shelter, Guan Yizhi, He Chengjun, I and a male soldier who didn't know his name, together brought Huang Jiguang's body to a few small pine trees next to the tunnel in our shelter. At that time, his body was still holding his hands high, keeping a posture of lying on the bunker.

When sorting out Huang Jiguang's body, we found that his chest was blackened by gunpowder, and the bullet holes were like honeycombs. The back spine was interrupted by bullets, and the meat was taken out, forming a big blood hole. The flashlight and kettle he was carrying also received many bullets from the enemy. The blood on his clothes had already dried up, and it clung to him tightly. I cut it one place at a time with scissors, and then slowly moistened it one by one with hot water. But when he put on new clothes, his hands held high stumped us. How could it not be straightened? What should we do? As soon as we got together, we decided to boil water with several petrol cans and cover his arm with a hot towel. On the third day, Huang Jiguang's arms and whole body softened, and his limbs were able to move. We just put him in a brand-new Chinese people's Volunteer Army military uniform and put it in a coffin shipped from the motherland.