In the evening, teach the brigade to make a temporary camp.

When Zhuang Yan walked into the tent, there were already many people sitting inside.

But no one spoke.

The tent was eerily silent, and there was an air of sadness in the air.

He sat down on his bed, solemnly covered his face with his hands, and was silent for a long time.

Even after washing his hands, he still seemed to be able to smell the blood between his fingers.

That's old confused blood...

When the old confused was sent to the truck, he solemnly stepped up and gave a hand.

The blood of the old confused, flowing everywhere, mixed with the rain, stained the board of the carriage red.

After a long time, Zhuang Yan took out a pack of cigarettes from under his pillow and took out a lighter.

Tried it several times, but the lighter didn't work.

In the end, it was lit, three in total.

He walked to the old, confused bed, which was covered with a quilt like a tofu block.

Solemnly and gently inserted the three cigarettes on the ground in front of the old confused bed, and then returned to his own bunk with red eyes.

After a long time, Serenity said in the dark, "It shouldn't be him..."

right.

It really shouldn't be old confusion.

He was injured when the script came, and he was left behind at that time, and then he sneaked into the car by himself.

After soaking in water for a month, the old confused feet were a little swollen. He should have rested, but he got into the car this morning.

It's been over a month.

Working hard here.

Old Maze is one of the Expendables.

Carrying the sandbag did not tire him to death.

Jumped into the water to drive piling without being swept away by the water.

Once, Langtou swept him into the river along with seven other death squads, and there happened to be an assault boat from the Zhouqiao Company on standby nearby, and picked up the seven of them.

Hard to die.

Survived eight flood peaks and resumed sailing everywhere, but in the last few days, I sacrificed.

The more you think about it, the more sad you become.

He remembered the time when the old confused was hospitalized. He delivered meals to him, chatted with him, listened to his stories, and told his expectations for the army with the word "special" on the small arm pocket of the camouflage uniform. .

Talking about his hazy affection for Yangmei. Said that he will become an officer in the future, he must confess to Yang Mei...

However, it was all too late.

This time, Zhuang Yan encountered sacrifices on the first day he came to fight the flood. He had seen the Captain Huang who cried bitterly on the bank of the Paizhou flood area, and the private soldier who was kneeling beside the corpse of the instructor, crying in a mess.

After that time, Zhuang Yan never shed any tears.

But when it came, things really happened beside him, the endless grief swept over like a huge wave, pressing him to the bottom of the water, suffocating.

Old confused, won't be coming back...

A few days later, on September 10, with the approval of the Military Commission and the General Defense Department, the officers and soldiers of the PLA Navy, Army, Air and Armed Police Forces who participated in the flood fighting and emergency rescue in northern Hubei and southern Hunan provinces began to evacuate from the flood fighting front line and returned to their camps.

On the day of the evacuation from City S, colorful flags fluttered everywhere on the streets and roads that we were going to pass through. There was a sea of ​​red on both sides of the road, and the temporary Arc de Triomphe read—

"Heroic deeds will always be remembered by the people!"

Bunting flags and all sorts of homemade signs and slogans everywhere…

"Send relatives to the People's Liberation Army!"

"PLA I love you!"

"To say goodbye to the soldiers today, I will be a soldier when I grow up!"

The gongs and drums were loud, and the colorful flags were flying.

Cries and cheers mixed into a sea of ​​human voices.

Countless candies, fruits, drinks, and flowers flew into the trunk of the military vehicle like rain and fell on the soldiers and officers.

The soldiers picked up the food, stretched out of the cart, and threw it back to the people.

Passing through Jingzhou, the road has long been surrounded by ordinary people.

The 20-minute journey, the convoy drove for more than two hours and could not get out.

At this moment, there is no need to say much.

Whether it is military or civilian, there is a blood-like connection in each other's hearts.

Later, I heard that almost all of the 6 million people and 3,000 policemen in Jingzhou took to the streets that day, sending each other off day and night until all the troops left.

In the long queue of military vehicles, there was a truck with its tarpaulin down, and people who didn't know thought that there was no one inside, maybe it was just loaded with equipment.

In that car, there were more than 30 soldiers from the 3rd Squadron and 3rd Division. People were willing to go out to receive a heroic farewell, and no one wanted to accept the flowers and food presented by the masses.

Everyone sat neatly and silently all the way. There was an empty space in the middle with a 91-style camouflage rucksack on it.

There, is the old confused position.

On the day when the 1st Division was stationed, all the convoys got off the bus on the division headquarters' playground, and then lined up to take them back to their camps.

The teaching team was more than one kilometer away from the division headquarters, and the team walked forward along the asphalt road in the 1st division camp area.

There are officers and soldiers of the directly affiliated team who have returned from the flood-fighting front line everywhere.

Reconnaissance Company, Communications Battalion, Engineer Battalion, Guard Company, etc...

Those left behind were holding gongs and drums and small red flags, waving them on the side of the road, welcoming the warriors to their triumphant return.

"The August 1st military flag is flying high, get ready!"

The squadron leader on duty raised his head, and the team began to sing along with the rhythm of their steps.

The singing is loud and clear, as if it can shake the Feiyun Mountain in the distance.

We have discipline of steel,

We have lofty ideals,

We have the correct leadership of the party,

We are an invincible force.

Listen, the triumphant song resounds,

Behold, a new generation thrives.

go ahead! Chinese People's Liberation Army,

The August 1st military flag is flying high...

...

The female soldier Yang Mei was holding a small red flag and stood on the edge of the large playground of the division headquarters.

She saw the flag of the teaching brigade, so she stood on tiptoe, trying to find her old classmate from the crowd.

However, the dark and peeling faces were all the same, and they couldn't tell them apart for a while.

Her eyes lit up, and she pulled over the solemn who was walking outside the team.

"Zhuangyan, where is Zhang Jian!? Why didn't you see him?" Yang Mei asked with big clear eyes.

Zhang Jian, this is the old confused name.

During the time when I was delivering meals to the old man, I had a familiar face with Yang Mei.

Under Yang Mei's gaze, the solemn face turned pale.

Then, the three-district team collectively stopped.

Yang Mei raised her eyes and swept over every soldier in the third district team.

There was no Zhang Jian in the team.

There was suddenly a layer of fog in her eyes, and she had no choice but to look at the seventh oldest in the army.

"Monitor, where is Zhang Jian..."

Her voice was so small that she couldn't even hear her.

An unfounded fear welled up from the bottom of my heart.

Lao Qi lowered his head and his eyes were red.

More than 30 soldiers in the three-district team all bowed their heads or cast their eyes into the distance.

Then, the team of the third squadron also stopped not far away.

They are all looking this way.

"Ro..."

The captain of the duty district was about to ask Luo Xiaoming, the deputy district captain of the third district team, why he stopped.

However, Zhou Huping saw the clue, and grabbed the captain of the district, motioning him not to say anything.

"Solemnly, what about Zhang Jian?"

Yang Mei gathered up her courage and asked again.

The old confused figure flashed like a lantern in my mind...

This time, Zhuang Yan finally couldn't hold back.

"It's all his own fault!" The emotions that Zhuang Yan had been holding in his heart for a few days finally broke out, and he roared, as if to pour all his emotions into these words.

"Let him stay, he quit, he slipped into the car quietly to fight the flood; he didn't listen when he was left to rest, but climbed into the truck carrying stones. As a result, it collapsed and buried him with a blast. "

After he finished speaking, Zhuang Yan turned his face away, covered his eyes red with tears, and remained silent for a long time.

The day after returning, Zhuang Yan was called to the small conference room of the squadron.

"Sit." Zhou Huping stretched his chin toward the chair in front of him, motioning to sit down solemnly.

"Captain, do you have anything to do with me?"

"Yeah." Zhou Huping opened the drawer, took out a form, and handed it to Zhuang Yan, "Go back and fill it out immediately, and then hand it over to the clerk."

His solemn eyes fell on the document and found that it was just a piece of paper with the "Personal Merit Registration (Report) Form" written on it.

Merit? !

He looked at Zhou Huping in astonishment.

"Why? Don't you want it?" Zhou Huping said, "Many people can't get it if they want it. This time, a district team has only one indicator. You performed very well in Paizhou. Typical of trees."

"One?" Zhuang Yan was stunned, and hurriedly asked, "What about my monitor?"

"Luo Xiaoming?" Zhou Huping pondered for a moment and said, "He is the deputy district captain. Someone in the district team has sacrificed. He has a responsibility and can't make a contribution."

After that, he added, "Neither can I."

"Then I can't..." Zhuang Yan pushed the watch back.

Zhou Huping did not expect Zhuang Yan to refuse to take third-class merit, and it took a while for him to recover.

"Are you stupid? Don't you want third-class merit? Do you know how difficult it is to make meritorious deeds in times of peace?"

Zhuang Yan still shook his head, "I don't want it."

"Don't have to!" Zhou Huping said.

This was something he hadn't thought of.

"Captain, I can't ask for it. My squad leader is a daredevil, and he didn't take it... I'm not qualified." Zhuang Yan said, "I'm still confused... No, Zhang Jian..."

"We have other arrangements for Zhang Jian's affairs. This is your third-class merit, and it has nothing to do with others!"

"I do not want……"

"This is not a vegetable market! There is no room for bargaining!" Zhou Huping got angry, slapped the table and stood up.

The soldier in front of him is so stubborn!

"You are a soldier! You must obey orders!"

The solemn chest was up and down, and he wanted to say a lot, but he had never seen Zhou Huping make such a big fire, and he dared not say it.

"Solemnly, this is determined by the team's research. Third-class merit is not a commodity, it can be given casually! Since it is decided to report to you, you must obey!"

After Zhou Huping finished speaking, he pushed the form in front of Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan stood up from his chair, took the form, saluted, turned around and walked away silently.

Instructor Wang Zengming came out of the room, looked at the back of Zhuang Yan disappearing at the door, and asked Zhou Huping, "This kid doesn't want to get third-class merit?"

Zhou Huping lit a cigarette, took a puff and said, "Well, bad temper!"

Wang Zengming said, "At the squadron meeting, you proposed to report him, and I know what you think, but I support you."

Zhou Huping said, "On Luo Xiaoming's side, the Political Department doesn't approve, what can I do? Zhang Jian's death still has a great impact... not to mention..."

Wang Zengming smiled, "Not to mention Zhuang Yan, you want to stay in the coaching team to be the head coach, don't you?"

Zhou Huping said nothing, smoked silently, and looked out the window.

In September, the end of summer is approaching.

The few sweet-scented osmanthus trees behind the barracks bloomed, and there was a refreshing fragrance everywhere.

Zhang Jian's memorial service will be held in the auditorium of the Normal University three days later.

Yang Mei sat on the stool and felt a chill rise from the soles of her feet. Looking at the black flat head of the teaching team, she knew that Zhang Jian would never be seen again.

After not seeing him for more than a month, the lively face was coldly embedded in the frame and placed in the white paper flowers and elegiac couplets, strange and distant.

Yang Mei didn't cry, and the medal was hung in the center of Zhang Jian's portrait.

He has always wanted a military medal, and now his dream has finally come true, she thought.

Yang Mei has not cried since the day she knew Zhang Jian's sacrifice.

This state was maintained until the end of the memorial service, and the Military Region Cultural and Art Troupe came to the division to perform condolences.

The last show that night was a drama, and the theme was the battlefield in southern Xinjiang.

"Can you kiss me once? I haven't kissed a girl yet," said a dying soldier on the battlefield to a female hygienist who came to the rescue.

When the hygienist with a short braid gently placed his first kiss on the lips of the little soldier, and the soldier closed his eyes with a smile, the curtain slowly lowered, and there was a wave of applause around him.

Yang Mei, who didn't shed a single tear at the memorial service, suddenly burst into tears~lightnovelpub.net~ The tears that had filled for a few days turned into a flood that broke the embankment, so that the people around stopped and looked at the sobbing The thrilling female soldier did not understand why she was so sad.

In September of that year, a lot happened.

In addition to the condolence performance by the cultural and art troupe, the division also organized a small military parade. Because it was not held on August 1st, and this once-in-a-hundred-year flood fight, inspecting the troops was also a way to celebrate the victory.

The parade's pacesetter task is undertaken by the teaching team. There are four pacesetters in total, and Zhuang Yan is one of them.

On the day of the military parade, standing solemnly beside the parade road, staring at the parade team on the parade ground, like the winding and majestic Great Wall.

Under the Great Wall, a soldier's life is forever fixed at the age of 20.

Looking at the young faces of the army, he solemnly found that the brilliance and the ordinary coexist at the moment.

Because of life and because of death.

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