That afternoon we held a return ceremony under the order of our superiors.
The superiors’ requirements for us are to reflect the spirit of the Chinese people, to show the tenacity of our army’s battle and the joy of returning to the army successfully!
So we all stood up in a row with guns on our backs and drove towards the border... I even saw several wounded people climbing up from the stretcher and joining the team.
I have reservations about this. Some cadres may be in order to demonstrate the bravery of the troops or the people who are not afraid of death or injury, so the wounded with broken hands and feet are also tied with branches and bandages. Walk off the stretcher and walk.
Although this is a few steps, it is very difficult for the wounded. And what if this is the wound breaks again because of forced walking? What should I do if it is even more serious? I think true heroism is reflected in the battlefield, not In such occasions, you are not afraid of injury or pain.
It’s just that because I am a platoon leader and can’t control other troops, even if I look at him, I can only bite the bullet and pretend that I didn’t see him anymore.
After walking for more than ten minutes, the team turned a corner on the highway and drove into an open area. Then the sound of gongs and drums quickly rang out... Looking around, the other end of the border was full of standing to greet us. The common people.
Although I know that these people who came to greet us received notices in advance... You should know that this is the Sino-Vietnam border, and it is also the border of war, although the war is coming to an end at this time, it is rare for Vietnamese to appear on this border. However, the people have natural fear of war, so they usually hide as far as they can. It is impossible to gather here in large quantities.
But when we see our people greet us on the other side of the border, we still can't help but shed tears. No, for the sake of looking at them, we remember the reasons for the battle and the meaning of bloodshed and sacrifice. At the same time, I also remembered my family.
Especially when crossing the boundary line... Although it is just an inconspicuous boundary marker, it is just a line that does not exist, and although the scenery on both sides is almost no different, I stepped firmly on my own land with my feet I was really filled with mixed feelings, sweet, bitter and spicy, and all of them would come to my heart at that moment.
It is difficult for people who have never experienced it personally to experience that feeling. It is like putting a perfect end to this war, like giving the people of the whole country a satisfactory explanation and giving their fellow villagers a satisfactory answer. ...
I have to admit that this is something I didn't expect before. I originally thought it was just a form, but just a formality... But when I really walked into this scene, I could still be moved by this scene.
Especially when the people who entered the country cheered and scrambled to hand them all kinds of food and flowers, the pain hidden in their hearts would be hit hard and naturally shed tears.
Then the radio soon rang out a standard female voice: "Comrades of the People's Liberation Army! Please allow me to express my warmest congratulations to you, the soldiers of the Chinese people's heroes, on behalf of the people of the whole country! Congratulations on the great victory of the self-defense counterattack battle, and to express my gratitude to you. High salute and cordial condolences!”
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"We are proud of such a tried and tested heroic force! On this occasion of the return of the troops, we are full of passion and warmly welcome the heroes who have returned triumphantly!
We must learn from your patriotism and revolutionary heroism, and learn from your spirit of not being afraid of sacrifice and dedication to the motherland... Let us strive to defend the motherland and realize the four modernizations as soon as possible under the encouragement of the victory of the self-defense counterattack battle!"
The sound of the radio brought the atmosphere to the ** again and again. Whether it was the people or the soldiers, they responded enthusiastically with slogans... I have to admit that this is a very strange phenomenon.
Because in modern times, we can bring the atmosphere to a high level, often draw prizes or other good news, and what can make the people and soldiers excited is only the few words on the radio.
The ceremony ended in more than ten minutes. After all, many soldiers had to come back in batches after us, so our troops were quickly disbanded and free activities.
I walked around the village with a gun on my back. From a distance, I saw a long line in front of a brick house, and all of them were soldiers carrying guns on my back. I couldn't help but walk over and take a look... It turned out that was
At the post office, these soldiers are in a hurry to send a telegram to their families!
"Yang Xuefeng!" I was just bored and about to walk away, but I was stopped by a voice. I turned my head and saw Zhang Fan, who was full of joy. She invited my arm with sweat and said, "After all, it's true.
Once I found you, I said you would definitely come to the post office! So I'm waiting here, it's true..."
I couldn't help but smile bitterly. If it weren't for curiosity, I wouldn't have come here.
"What? Is it because there are too many people and cannot send a telegram?" Zhang Fan looked around, then lowered his voice and said, "Give me the address and what I want to say, and I'll send it for you!"
"What?" I was a little puzzled.
"That..." Zhang Fan said with a huff and blushed, "This post office cadre is my father's old subordinate, so..."
"Oh!" I understood after hearing this. This is what the so-called "backdoor" in this era.
"No!" I said, "I don't have a telegram to send!"
"You... are you angry?" Zhang Fan quickly followed with a red face and lowered his head and said, "I...I don't think about it either. I'm just afraid that my family will worry, so...why... I'll line up with you..."
I couldn't help laughing when I heard this, and thought to myself that Zhang Fan was really simple. It was a common practice to me in modern times, not to mention that this was just a matter of relationships and jumping into the line. How could I blame this?
she.
"It's really not necessary!" I replied with a smile: "Even if I want to send a telegram, I don't know where to send it!"
"Oh..." Zhang Fan suddenly realized as if he had thought of something: "You are an orphan..."
"How did you know?" I couldn't help but have an accident. Although this was just my excuse, not many people knew about it.
"I..." Zhang Fan realized that he had missed his mouth and whispered: "I heard from Captain Luo..."
So I quickly understood that Zhang Fan was asking about my situation intentionally or unintentionally.
Suddenly I realized that Zhang Fan's attitude towards me was a little different... She used to be reserved, and even if she had a good impression of me, she still held a pipa and half-covered her face. Now it seems to be a little more direct.
But this seems not surprising. Chen Yiyi chose to leave, right? But I don’t know if I should tell her, there will always be a place in my heart for Chen Yiyi, even if I know that this hope is very small.
"Yang Xuefeng..." At this time, Zhang Fan's expression relaxed. After standing in front of me, he tidied up my collar and said with reluctance: "I'm leaving! Will I contact you? Wait for yours
When the troops return to the country and stabilize... don't worry, if there is no place to go... my home is your home!"
When I said the last sentence, the sound was almost as unobservable as the "buzzing" sound of a mosquito, but I still heard it, and knew what she meant, and at the same time, I also understood that this was for traditional women of this era.
How difficult it is.
Of course, I also had feelings for Zhang Fan, so I didn't think much about it and nodded gently.
Zhang Fan hugged me in surprise and joy, and then soon found that there were many soldiers around him looking at us with strange eyes, so he left as if he had done something wrong, but before leaving
He didn't forget to tell me: "I will contact you!"
Looking at Zhang Fan's back as embarrassed as a deserter, I couldn't help but feel funny: If this era was so reserved, then I would probably not have a good life back to China!
When Zhang Fan walked away, I suddenly thought of something, I had no address and no phone number, so what is the way to contact Zhang Fan to contact me?
Then I quickly thought... Yes, aren't I in the army? There will be files in the army, and even if there are mobilization and demobilization, there will be records in the archives. This is for people with the identity of Zhang Fan.
That's not too easy. So I thought again... One day if Chen Yiyi wanted to find me, she could use the same method!
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt refreshed, and the knot that had been suppressed by Chen Yiyi's departure was untied.
Is there any hope better than no hope? Is it still confident in Chen Yiyi's ability on the battlefield, and I also believe that I will go to the battlefield again soon. At that time, the chance of meeting Chen Yiyi will be great.
More.
However, there seems to be another problem of choice: when you go to the battlefield to see Chen Yiyi, it means leaving Zhang Fan in China, and when you return to the country to see Zhang Fan in China, it means leaving Chen Yiyi... Alas! This is really a big deal,
It really fits the old saying, "You can't have both bear's paws and shark fins."
"Plane leader, platoon leader..." At this time, Xiao Shitou jumped and jumped to me, pulled me and ran in the other direction, shouting: "Hurry, we have found a good one.
place!"
I thought it was a good place, so I followed Xiao Shitou to the place he mentioned and saw... It was just a brick cellar, like a bunker, with a small mouth and a large inside, and there were broken bricks and dust everywhere.
The soldiers under my command were waiting inside. When they saw me coming, they hurriedly welcomed me in and shouted excitedly: "Planer Commander, let's camp here tonight!"
"Oh!" Walking into the brick cellar and looking... It's really a good place to camp. First of all, except for the lack of perforations, the rest of the place is no different from the bunker. This will undoubtedly give the soldiers a sense of security... Although
We have returned to China now and are no longer on the battlefield, but the soldiers have not psychologically adapted to this peaceful environment, so they still need this sense of security.
More importantly, it is very dry because it is burnt bricks and tiles. This is a rare enjoyment for soldiers who have lived in the humid environment of Vietnam for a long time.
So he nodded without thinking too much.
The soldiers cheered and immediately set up their arrangements. Only then did I realize that the soldiers seemed to regard the brick cellar as a home, one that belonged to us. (To be continued...)