Early the next morning, the teaching brigade returned to the station by car.

Along the way, people kept asking Zhuang Yan and others who participated in the search and rescue about the whole process, and what happened to Liu Xiangdong.

Zhuang Yan felt irritated inexplicably, so he scolded Wang Dazui who came to inquire about gossip, and told him to roll aside and not disturb his rest.

After speaking, he hooked his head, buried himself in his knees, and sat in the corner of the trunk of the military vehicle, without saying a word, threw himself into a quiet world and locked himself up.

He subconsciously doesn't mention it because he feels something is wrong.

Liu Xiangdong was lying on his back, Zhuang Yan really couldn't even feel his breath.

At this time, he prayed silently in his heart, maybe it was just that he was too busy and nervous on the mountain road at night, and he didn't pay attention.

Liu Xiangdong is very young, about his own age.

Probably eighteen or nineteen.

In some fashionable words in the society, it has just passed the "rainy season".

Solemnly hoped that he would be fine, that was his comrade-in-arms.

On the day of returning to the camp, the training of the teaching brigade did not stagnate due to the field survival training. After getting out of the car, the squadron leader gathered all the students of the team and announced that the training would be carried out as usual in the afternoon.

At seven o'clock in the evening, on a grass in front of the brigade's assembly point.

The captain's face was blurred, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. He stood with his hands behind his back, and in front of him were more than 300 soldiers under his command.

For a long time, he raised his eyes slightly and looked at the first stars in the night sky. A meteor suddenly passed by, and the team leader said in a low tone: "Yesterday, there was a training accident in our team. As the team leader, I will Take responsibility and be responsible for Comrade Liu Xiangdong's sacrifice. Comrades, I know you feel very sad. In peacetime, when you were a soldier in the defense of the country, you didn't sacrifice on the battlefield, but lost your life in training. Do you feel that it is not worth it? "

The team was silent, except for some mosquitoes spinning on the heads of the soldiers, humming and humming, and no other sound could be heard.

Standing solemnly in the queue, the pain was going up from the injured toe. There was an indescribable discomfort in his chest. His chest was congested, and some heavy things gathered in his throat, which made people feel extremely depressed.

Liu Xiangdong, still not rescued...

"I want to say..." The captain's voice was a little hoarse: "Whether the soldiers who fell on the battlefield or the soldiers who fell on the training ground, they are heroes!"

As soon as the voice fell, a sudden cry came from the queue of the first squadron, which caught people off guard.

Zhuang Yan quietly turned his head to the side, and the team blocked his view.

Although he couldn't see who it was, he could guess who it was.

Liu Xiangdong's parents arrived at the teaching team two days later.

They are here to pack up Liu Xiangdong's belongings in the class.

It was noon that day, and everyone in the First Squadron stopped training, put on their regular clothes, ties and hats, and lined up in front of the First Squadron's door.

Zhuang Yan watched from a distance in the No. 3 Squadron, and had the urge to talk to Liu Xiangdong's parents in the past.

After all, he was the last person in the entire team to contact Liu Xiangdong.

Liu Xiangdong's breath seemed to stick to his camouflage uniform, and he couldn't wash it off.

He wanted to go and tell Liu Xiangdong's parents that Xiangdong didn't say a word at the last moment and walked peacefully.

When it came, Zhuang Yan still didn't have the courage.

He was inexplicably afraid to face Liu Xiangdong's parents.

How to comfort them?

All the language seems to be so pale.

Is there anything more painful than a white-haired person sending a black-haired person?

When Liu Xiangdong's parents came out of the row room of the 1st Squadron 1st Division, the entire 1st Squadron's students silently followed behind them.

There was no one to direct and no one to organize. Everyone was sent to the parade road in front of the row house and stood on the side of the road.

Liu Xiangdong's father has always been strong, but his mother finally couldn't help it before getting into the car. When the door of the jeep opened, the mother hugged her son tightly and packed her backpack, and finally burst into tears.

The whole squadron...

No!

The whole team was crying.

It's just that some soldiers are secretly wiping their tears, while some soldiers endure it and cry in their hearts.

A squadron is next to the brigade headquarters, and the jeep must pass three squadrons to get out of the brigade's door.

All the officers and soldiers walked out of the row room that day, standing in silence on the side of the road with a military posture.

The jeep slowly drove towards the gate, passing in front of every soldier and officer.

Suddenly, the broadcast of the brigade rang, and it was an old song that soldiers and cadres in the army were very familiar with - "Dream Camel Bell".

Send your comrades to the journey.

Silent and two tears,

A camel bell rang in his ears.

The road is long and foggy.

Revolutionary careers often break up,

Same thing, two different things.

comrade-in-arms,

dear brother,

Beware of the cold north wind in the middle of the night,

Take care along the way...

The squadron commander on duty wearing an armband raised the electric horn in his hand.

"Salute to our comrades-in-arms!"

Swah——

The more than 400 soldiers and officers in the entire brigade raised their right hands almost at the same time and gave a standard military salute towards the direction of the jeep!

The tears are really unstoppable now.

Zhuang Yan felt that something was gushing out of his eyes, and in the tears, he vaguely saw Liu Xiangdong's father in tears in the jeep, nodding to everyone outside the window.

Liu Xiangdong's death cast a shadow over Zhuang Yan's heart.

For Liu Xiangdong, they only met once before the field survival training.

When I first joined the coaching team, the 3rd Squadron 3rd Division and the 1st Squadron 1st Division had a shooting confrontation.

That day, he and Zhuang Yan walked to the shooting ground, and Liu Xiangdong was the last person lying on the target next to him.

In the end, Liu Xiangdong lost.

But when he got off the ground line, Liu Xiangdong once gave Zhuang Yan a thumbs up. Although he didn't speak, Zhuang Yan knew that he was complimenting himself on his good shooting.

In the days and nights after Liu Xiangdong's parents left, Liu Xiangdong's figure when he participated in the shooting confrontation was like a movie clip, which appeared repeatedly in his mind.

It's hard to accept that such a young, fresh life is gone in the blink of an eye.

Soldiers are not afraid of sacrifice, this principle is solemn and understandable;

But what is Liu Xiangdong?

A training accident, a simple heat stroke, and the loss of life is too far from the heroism of the solemn ideal.

He thought about it, but in the end he couldn't figure it out, his head was drowsy, his chest seemed to be holding a breath, and he couldn't spit it out or swallow it.

Since joining the army, Zhuang Yan has never had any ideals or beliefs.

The dream of an officer is nothing. It’s okay to practice for three years. It’s okay to lie to your family and to lie to your comrades in arms, but you can’t stand the scrutiny of your own conscience. , the standard of measuring things in terms of economic interests established in the family and social environment has long been ingrained.

How about being a class president?

One month more than ten yuan for the monitor's allowance, there is only one more yellow bar on the shoulders than others, how can I use six months of dog-like life in exchange for that monitor's order in the file?

For this matter, there was a dialogue between Zhuang Yan and Luo Xiaoming.

Because Zhuang Yan's toenails were completely damaged by stones, military doctor Li Shangyue gave him a five-day fake note, so Zhuang Yan did not have to participate in training involving his legs these days.

So, for the morning physical training, Zhuang Yan went to the arsenal to bring out the guns of the whole class and wipe them clean one by one.

The shooting training of the teaching brigade is very frequent, so the guns are cleaned every day.

Since Zhuang Yan did not need to participate in physical training, Luo Xiaoming simply asked him to clean the guns in the class.

Zhuang Yan was in a very bad mood in those few days. As long as he stopped, he always felt that Liu Xiangdong was full of thoughts and couldn't get rid of it.

So, he wiped the gun with all his might, and after wiping, he blindfolded and followed Luo Xiaoming's way of dismantling and combining the gun, until he was too tired to lift his hands.

"I've been watching you for a few days."

When Zhuang Yan had just assembled a rifle, Luo Xiaoming appeared in front of Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan was sitting in the corridor of the gun store, raised his head, the morning sunlight shone from the east of the corridor, Luo Xiaoming turned his back to the sunlight, and his face was blurred.

"You have something on your mind, can you tell me about it?" Luo Xiaoming said.

Zhuang Yan didn't admit it, and wanted to save a gun to open a gun.

Luo Xiaoming grabbed the rifle and handed it to the guard post of the armory, saying, "Take all the guns back, put them away, and let me tell you something later in the clothes drying room."

A few minutes later, Zhuang Yan and Luo Xiaoming were sitting on the cement pier on the edge of the clothes drying yard for drying shoes.

"Tell me, what's on your mind?" Luo Xiaoming asked.

After thinking about it for a long time, Zhuang Yan suddenly asked, "Monitor, do you think Liu Xiangdong's sacrifice was worth it?"

Luo Xiaoming was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I don't know the big truth, but I am from a rural area, and my parents are farmers. We are soldiers and carry guns. In fact, just like farmers farming, it is our duty. I didn’t say anything about whether it’s worth it. Could it be that farmers will stop farming if they are afraid of hardship? If they are afraid of death, they will not train as soldiers? , what kind of soldiers are we going to be?"

Zhuang Yan said: "However, I always feel that I have a responsibility for Xiangdong's death. If I could run faster then... Maybe, there is still a chance."

Luo Xiaoming was stunned for a moment, he did not expect Zhuang Yan to think so.

Zhuang Yan said: "I heard that Xu Yuan retired from training and went back to the company. A lot of people are talking about him these days, saying that he can't pass his own test..."

"He Xu Yuan is Xu Yuan, you are Zhuang Yan! You have to survive!" Luo Xiaoming suddenly got a little angry and scolded: "My soldiers are not cowards! Retire from training? Don't even think about it! Xu Yuan retreats. It's his business, and Liu Xiangdong's death has nothing to do with you! You did your best, and you didn't feel sorry for anyone!"

He slowed his tone~lightnovelpub.net~ and said again: "A person's life, swallowing his last breath, is not considered death, if he really died, everyone in the world would forget him, as long as he did not forget, he would not be dead Death. Think about it, will you forget Liu Xiangdong?"

solemnly shook his head.

Luo Xiaoming said: "That's right. I will not forget it. I will not forget every comrade-in-arms who sacrificed around us. They are still alive in our hearts."

Saying that, he reached out and poked the solemn heart.

"Get up quickly! Don't tell me these negative emotions here, you kid, don't you want to avoid training? Don't even think about it! You must participate in shooting training in the morning!"

After speaking, he got up and walked away.

It took a while for the solemn to come back to his senses.

This old seven...

Really an unforgiving master.