The soldiers started to set off that night because they wanted to catch the train... There were no military trains on the holiday, and the soldiers all came from all over the country, so even if they wanted to arrange military trains, they couldn't arrange them. It was impossible to let the military trains go.
Let’s go around the whole of China... Even if your superiors are willing to do so, they won’t allow it in terms of time!
So the soldiers had to go to the train station to take the train, and the train departure time was different, and they were all day and night... I didn't expect this. Fortunately, Zhang Fan was more careful and she didn't know where she got it.
A train schedule was set, so the soldiers each paired up the train heading towards their hometown and set the following times.
In fact, this is easy to say, but it is not easy to do. The reason is that a considerable number of soldiers have never taken the train, so they can't understand the train schedule, facing the dense columns
Time, time, origin, etc.... After watching for a long time, I couldn't find the place I was going.
Some soldiers even touched their heads and asked me: "Battery Commander... Why is there no Guixi on it?"
I took the train schedule and searched for it for a long time but couldn't find it. Later, I almost fainted after asking... The warrior said that Guixi was a small mountain village in Shandong, and there was no road access. I could use the train schedule.
That's a hell if you find it on.
In the end, there was nothing I could do, and it was also for the soldiers not to take the wrong train during this rare holiday. I had to let Zhang Fan and a few documents that could understand the train schedule according to the soldiers' respective household registration locations.
Trains are shipped out.
But there are problems with this... Some soldiers have registered in this place, but their parents and families are in another place, so the places they want to go are different, so they have to change one by one. Among them, many soldiers are worried about themselves.
I would get on the wrong train and go to the wrong place, so I asked this and that again and again. Especially Wang Kechang, I asked each document three or four times... You should know that there are three documents in our camp.
I only asked more than ten times before I felt relieved. This made Zhang Fan’s several documents busy for a long time.
What made me a little amused was that the King of Chuang also took the train schedule to ask me which route to take... Damn, this guy can calculate three or four batches of landing at the same time in a few seconds.
The trajectory of the shells. But I can’t understand the train schedule!
But I think this may be due to the fact that "care will cause chaos"... It is rare to go home once a holiday, so you must be careful. If you get in the wrong car and don't hurry back, you will regret it for the rest of your life.
thing.
After that, Zhao Jingping transferred a few cars in the battalion... This is too simple for us. You should know that our battalion has cars, artillery has cars, and even tank soldiers have cars. Infantry cars are used.
For those who come to transport troops, artillery cars are used to pull artillery and carry shells, and for those who are tank soldiers are used to transport shells, diesel and supplies, so the most lacking thing for our battalion is cars.
Then it was almost time, and the documents took the list one by one, and then got on the train and transported them to the train station.
"Battery Commander!" Several soldiers from the Second Company knew that I was an "orphan". So a few people shouted at me before leaving: "Or... you go to my hometown with us to have a look,
Everyone in our country wants it, you can do whatever you want... I promise to treat you well!"
"Come on, you!" Liang Lianbing cursed on the side: "The battalion commander has been ordered by documents long ago, so how can you treat him?"
"Classic?" Some soldiers didn't understand at first, but soon thought of Zhang Fan... so they started to cheer.
Some soldiers even shouted to Zhang Fan not far away: "Zhang Wenshu... we must treat our battalion commander. If the battalion commander is unhappy, we will not let you go when we come back!"
After saying that, there was another riot. People blew a few bells and whistles very unrestrainedly, but Zhang Fan's face turned red and didn't know where to hide.
"Go away!" I cursed at the silly soldiers: "When I come back, I bring some specialties to be filial, otherwise I will kick you back for a long holiday!"
"Don't worry, battalion commander!" The head was poked out from the crowd in the back of the Xiaoshitou car: "My hometown's specialty is pickles, I'm afraid you can't eat it!"
With a coaxing sound, the soldiers all laughed into a ball.
In this way, they were all in batches, and they didn't leave until the next day, and the last few left were those who often came home near Beijing, or who were as homeless as me...
They said that when they went out, they had to pay for their own meals and accommodation, which was not worth it! It would be better to have delicious food and drinks in the army.
So these people stayed to organize the affairs of the command center, and if there was an emergency or something, they would not be able to find anyone.
By the way, as soon as the soldiers left... the originally very lively military camp suddenly became empty. I felt a little empty as if something was missing.
Later I thought about it, at this time, I must have been used to staying with the soldiers, and I felt like I had soldiers under my command, comrades around me, and hundreds of people fighting with me... Now the soldiers
As soon as I left, the feeling of insecurity in my heart quickly increased.
I know I don’t have to worry about anything. This is Beijing, and the Japanese are still far away from us... and the base is full of soldiers and troops.
But... no matter how I comfort myself, I will feel that I am not indifferent.
"Yang Xuefeng!" Zhang Fan's mood was obviously a little different from mine. She started calling me by my name as soon as the barracks were empty: "Let's leave after we have eaten... I've arranged the car!"
"You should call me battalion commander!" I said, "And you should ask me for instructions!"
"What battalion commander!" Zhang Fan said indifferently: "I'm on vacation now, and you're on vacation too... I'm used to using it for you, so now it's my turn to use it!"
OK... It's nothing bad to let Zhang Fan use it for a few days, it's just to accompany her to climb the Great Wall. Although I've been to these places as early as the modern era, I think about the modern era and the modern era.
There will be no difference, but the point is that the people who go together are different.
But in the end we still couldn't leave...
"Battery Commander!" At this time, the instructor walked towards us with a stack of documents while walking, and then raised his head when he came to us, so he couldn't help but be stunned: "Well, nothing, nothing..."
"Instructor!" I stopped the instructor who was about to walk away and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Is it convenient for you...?" The instructor's face clearly told me that he was regretting destroying my plan and Zhang Fan.
"Convenient!" I glanced at Zhang Fan, who was a little unhappy on my face, and said, "Tell me, what's the matter?"
"That's right!" The instructor smiled at Zhang Fan a little apologized and said hesitantly: "Our counterattack was in a mess. Some of the fallen soldiers in our company were not sure of their identities until this time, and several of them were nearby...
…I was still there just now…”
Upon hearing this, my heart sank. Before the instructor finished speaking, he nodded and said, "No problem, leave it to me!"
When Zhang Fan heard that it was this, the reluctance on his face just now quickly disappeared, and he even took the initiative to respond: "Leave it to us, I'll go together, the car is ready!"
"That's good!" The instructor seemed to put down a big stone in his heart, picked out a few documents and handed them to me: "There are seven martyrs here, and each martyr's pension is 500, that's...
...Three thousand five, I will bring you the money later!"
"What? Each martyr's pension is only 500?" I was stunned when I heard this.
"There is no way!" The instructor said with a little embarrassed look on his face: "There are many soldiers who sacrificed, and the country also has difficulties..."
I don't know what to say after hearing this.
Then after a while, the instructor handed me a large bag of money from the house... I couldn't help but be shocked... Three thousand five had such a big bag? They all looked like tens of thousands of dollars in modern times!
Later I realized that the maximum denomination of banknotes in this era was only ten yuan, or five hundred yuan, at least fifty pieces, and then divided into several envelopes and packed them into a stack in a bag... and it became a full one.
Bag of money! (Note: In 1979, I used the third set of RMB, with a maximum denomination of 10 yuan, and the fourth set of RMB was issued in 1980.)
"The addresses are all on the information!" the instructor said, "When you are looking for someone, you must check it and don't send it wrong!"
"Yes!" I responded, took Zhang Fan to the cafeteria and ate a few bites of rice before setting off.
While sitting in the jeep, I looked through the information of the martyrs... There were black and white photos of them wearing military uniforms in the upper right corner of the information. They were all very young soldiers... I seemed familiar with them, and there was one
I even remember talking to him...but I can't remember when or how he sacrificed his life.
The battlefield of the counterattack war... On average, more than 5,000 people died every day, which was simply an astronomical figure for modern warfare. At that time, everyone was fighting desperately, with corpses and blood everywhere around them, and they had no intention of taking care of them.
What happened to the comrades beside you, or one of them was injured.
Supplementary soldiers are also filled in batches, and then sacrificed in batches... So many comrades are like the information and photos I hold... We have lived and died together, and were in the same company together.
I fought with the Vietnamese devils, but I didn't know who they were, and I didn't even know their names until now.
Zhang Fan gently held my hand, as if he wanted to calm my heart... But she didn't know that the trauma caused by war was not so easy to heal. (To be continued. If you like it
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