"Brother Liu, let's do this. It's so troublesome to roll that thing!"
Tie Jun took out the Zhonghua, and Liu Shengli tilted his head and glanced at it, saying: "It's boring, I don't like smoking. OK, I didn't realize that you are still a rich man, and you smoke at the same level as our chief."
"I don't usually smoke this cigarette. I just prepare it when I go out. Just pretend!"
Tie Jun omitted a word, poured out one and held it in his mouth without lighting it. He waited for Liu Shengli with a lighter.
Liu Shengli lowered his head and rolled a cigarette, his profile was very three-dimensional, Tie Jun thought, maybe soldiers have their own effects, they are all resolute and strong.
After rolling up the toad head, Tie Jun lit the lighter and held it with his left hand. Liu Shengli lit it with his head, and a spicy smell immediately filled the air.
"Cough cough cough, Jiaohe tobacco leaves."
"Okay, you know this!"
"Our old man has been tinkering with this all year round. Once he buys it, it lasts for a year, ahem!"
"Oh? When you have the opportunity, you must go and visit your old comrades."
Liu Shengli smiled and tinkered with the cigarette in the night sky. Tie Jun also lit his cigarette, took two puffs, and withstood the attack of the toad leader.
"On February 17, we mixed into the Guangzhou and Kunming military regions and arrived at the border.
Funny to say, the fighter planes used by us and Vietnam are all Soviet MiG-21 and MiG-19.
In order to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, we temporarily spray-painted and modified it, fearing that it would cause unnecessary accidental damage if it entered into a melee.
Alas, after surviving that special era, our troops, except for the army, still retain a certain degree of combat effectiveness. The navy and air force have no combat effectiveness at all, let alone combat experience.
Let’s just say that in our Air Force, most people like me are in this situation. It was easy to enter aviation schools back then. There were many people but few planes. We were poor and couldn’t afford to fly!
Even though Vietnam may be small, their air force is actually developed in actual combat with the United States in the sky. They have shot down more than 200 American fighter jets, and all of them can be called ace pilots.
This is also an important reason why our air force does not participate in the war.
In addition, there are many jungles in Vietnam, so it is of little significance for the air force to participate in the war, and the bombing effect is not obvious. Moreover, we cannot afford to be injured. We are too poor. One less aircraft is a real pain.
What's more, the Soviet Union continues to threaten us internationally and provides Vietnam with a large amount of air defense assistance.
Brother Tie, do you understand?
It is better to rely on yourself than anyone else. There are no permanent friends between the two countries, only permanent interests. The big brother will bully the little brother.
Let’s digress and get back to the point.
The war started on the 17th, and the battle instantly became fierce. Both sides suffered heavy losses. The level of tragedy at that time was by no means worse than that of the Korean battlefield.
After two days of fierce fighting, our casualties exceeded 4,000. The field hospitals were all filled with wounded people, lying and leaning on them, everywhere you could see..."
Liu Shengli was stuck, his teeth were chattering, and the hand holding the cigarette was shaking. Tie Jun couldn't imagine that scene with eyes full of wailing, that was a brother in the trenches.
After a long while, Liu Shengli crushed the cigarette butt and took a long breath.
"On the night of the 18th, I had just gotten off my shift, and before I had time to change out of my flight suit, I followed my comrades into the intense rescue operation.
well......
A field hospital with 100 people, dealing with thousands of wounded, not enough doctors, not enough nurses, shortage of medicines, limited beds, Male Gobi, and so much more to gild.
I held a Dai warrior in my arms. He was 18 years old, his beard had just begun to grow, and his legs were gone. I used my chest to cover his thighs that I had wrapped around my legs.
His blood was all over my body and face. Seeing me shaking, he smiled and comforted me: 'Brother, I'm choked. Don't bother, just give me a cigarette!'
I didn't dare to speak, tears were welling up in my eyes, so I rolled up the cigarette with trembling, lit it, and put it in his mouth, but he didn't smoke, and looked at the sky, motionless, with a smile still hanging on his face.
At that moment, I was so depressed and helpless. I really hated myself for not being a nurse. Even if I gave him a painkiller, I would feel a little better.
But I wasn't. I didn't even help him realize his wish to smoke a cigarette. Holding this little warrior in his arms, I once doubted my life!
Not only me, but also my proud pilot comrades, each and every one of them howled and cried along with the soldiers in their arms, and then watched helplessly as they died in their arms.
Have you seen "Garland Under the Mountain"? When that movie was made, I also participated in the screenplay. Alas, behind the heroes, do you know how many soldiers fell?
From then on, I hated these ungrateful little bastards in Vietnam. I swore that as long as I could go to the battlefield, I would never leave the front line until I killed ten little bastards.
Twenty-nine days later, the battle ended and we each returned to our own military areas. That year, 18 of my comrades who participated in the war retired, including my best compatriot Hao Bing.
We grew up together, bareheaded and muddy, dug out bird's nests together, went to the same class, entered aviation school together, and were punished together. I couldn't bear to let him go.
He said: 'I would rather go home and plant rice than be a soldier who cannot go to the battlefield.'
I don't know how to answer. I have had this idea, but I have not given up. I firmly believe that one day I will fight for my motherland.
I waited for eight years. In 1984, the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam started again. Our military region was on standby, but the Air Force still did not participate in the war. I lost the qualification to go to the battlefield.
I went to the old commander and asked him for help in transferring me to the army. I was already a school officer at that time. If I changed the army, I would probably be demoted to a lieutenant.
The old commander strongly disagreed, saying that it would not be easy for me to put on my flight suit, and it would be even more difficult for me to become a colonel. All these were earned with military medals.
Just like that, on the first day, I was scolded. A few days later, I went back and was scolded again. A month later, he compromised, but he had a trick on his mind.
The old commander believed that if the Lanzhou Military Region participated in the war, it would definitely become an ace army, so he transferred me to the 47th Army of the B-level Compact Army, naturally in order to prevent me from going to the front line.
Hahaha, the old chief’s cleverness sent me to the front line, otherwise, it’s not as good as God!”
"The 47th Army? Weren't we from the Northeast and Four Fields before?"
Tiejun has some military reserves and knows a little bit about the Northeastern Army in his hometown.
"Hey, you don't understand this. Personnel exchange and troop reorganization are Chinese characteristics. However, you are okay. You also know that the 47th Army has been in the Fourth Field.
The history of the 47th Army can be traced back to Mr. Peng, and the first stage of the Guangzhou Military Region was also organized.
I went to go through the formalities happily. At that time, the eldest sister teased me and said that Lintong women are smart and would rather work three shifts by themselves. If you find someone you like, just marry them!
I was very puzzled at the time, I was in Lanzhou, and the girl from Lintong had nothing to do with me?
The eldest sister looked at me looking like a fool, and enlightened me and told me that the 47th Army was stationed in Lintong, and also told me that it was a B-level simplified army. Only then did I realize that I had been tricked by the old leader.
I muttered angrily and went to argue with the chief, but he left and went to the aviation school to recruit pilots.
I had no choice but to carry my luggage and go to Lintong to report.
After staying for less than a month, I was assigned to go back to my hometown to recruit troops. At that time, our army commander was the one who personally carried out the recruitment.
It was that year that I recruited Da Ya. She was good at singing and dancing, and could also sing duets, so she became an artist. It didn't take long for us to get along well.
The next year, we got married, and she was transferred to the logistics department by the old chief, saying that I would come back sooner or later.
At the end of 1985, we officially received the order to prepare to go to the front line. The old leader was very depressed and refused to let me go because of his connections, but I wrote a suicide note and left behind my belongings."
Liu Shengli laughed, with a look of revenge, but Tie Jun couldn't laugh. If it were him, facing death, he wonders if he would be so free and easy.