Fengcheng old events

Chapter 72
The body can only be 'carried' by the soldiers above down the cave, there is no other way.

The corpses were all hung on the rock wall, and they fell down as soon as they were touched. There was no time to tie the rope, so they could only be hugged and hugged tightly, and then they were pulled up together.

It's not as simple as just hugging someone.

The bearing capacity of the rope, the weight of the soldier going down, the rope joints, and the rope buckle tied to the soldier.If you are not careful, you have to take one in.

The second company commander quietly suggested to the battalion commander to give up.He really didn't want these soldiers to be injured or lose their lives anymore.

The battalion commander was also struggling. He knew that the second company commander was right and he had to consider the living, but he just couldn't make up his mind to give this order.

The soldiers of the second company here gathered together to discuss, and soon after the discussion came out, the thinnest ones on the scene took turns.

Then everyone used iron wire to tie the ends of the ropes tied to the soldiers to death, and also tied the knots in the middle of the ropes to death with iron wires. A dozen or so soldiers stretched like a tug-of-war. After trying for a long time, they felt that there was no problem.

The victorious warrior walked to the entrance of the cave, put on the lamp, waved to everyone, slowly climbed down, let go, and handed over his life to his comrades.

The dozen or so soldiers above pulled the rope and waited nervously, then let it go slowly.This meeting can't be connected at all, it can only be based on feeling.

The last two soldiers wrapped the rope tightly around their bodies, nailed a chisel on the ground, and sat there holding the chisel.In this way, even if you miss, you can earn a few seconds or more for everyone.

The rope sank suddenly, and the soldier at the front was pulled staggeringly.

"Hold on, hold on, lala, push hard."

The further you go, the harder it is, the more dangerous it is, it's too deep, and the most important thing is that you can't judge the time at all.

The battalion commander decisively ordered not to continue.

"Okay, you have tried your best. We can't add a few living ones because of the comrades who have already died. I think they can understand us if they have spirits in heaven. Let them rest here. Take the ones that were carried up. Report the name of the body to the company squad, and bury it on the spot."

The second company commander asked: "Battle commander, what should we do with this hole?"

The battalion commander said: "I will report to the higher authorities, wait for the news, this place will be temporarily suspended for a few days."

……

Liu Jinrong looked at Zhang Qingzhi with big eyes blinking: "What's wrong with Lianli today? It doesn't feel right. Many people seem to be crying."

Zhang Qingzhi lit a cigarette, leaned on the window sill and looked outside: "The cave collapsed, and some people died."

Liu Jinrong said: "It feels like you are more dangerous than fighting. You, you should be careful. How about we retire from the army? You have been in the army for four years, is it enough?"

Zhang Qingzhi turned his head and glanced at Liu Jinrong: "Nonsense, the state has the final say on whether to retire from the army, can we be deserters? Besides, I'm lucky and fateful, don't think about it."

Liu Jinrong bowed his head silently, and the room fell into silence.

Liu Jinrong didn't know that no one in this army would be discharged until the railway line was completed.Can only go in, not back.

In the early morning of the next day, the regiment held a collective funeral for the recovered remains, which was simple but solemn.Among the mountains and cliffs, there are some new graves.

Maybe, when the railway is open to traffic, no one will come here again. Maybe, after many years, some comrades in arms will weep silently thinking of today, or drink a few taels of white wine alone, and pay homage in their hearts.

But it is destined that these young people who have passed away, their young lives, will be here from now on, quietly accompanying the mountains and rivers, year after year, until they are forgotten by everyone.including their families.

……

There are people from above.It is said that it is an expert invited by the headquarters.

The experts inspected the collapsed cave and analyzed the geology. One of the brave ones asked the soldiers to hang him in for a look.

A few days later, the conclusion came down, the engineering design was wrong, and there was a small problem in the geological analysis. It was suggested that the tunnel should be changed here.

So, the tunnel turned a corner silently here, and the matter just passed away without a sound.

Today, when we look at the Yimaling Tunnel on the map, no one would think about why it turned a corner, because of this corner, how many people paid their lives.

It's just a 'little' problem.That's all.

The project started again in full swing, the wake-up call sounded on time every day, and the soldiers walked out of the camp singing military songs.After dinner, they still laughed and played, washed clothes and took a shower. A group of young people looked forward to a better tomorrow together, as if nothing had changed.

There are new faces in the camp, and a group of recruits are curiously looking at everything here, becoming a member of this group.

The leaves on the mountain gradually began to turn yellow, and the mountain wind became colder and colder.

It's time for Liu Jinrong to visit relatives.

She wanted to take some photos here, and one with Zhang Qingzhi.Zhang Qingzhi said no, he had to apply for a photo taken in the army, and it was kept confidential.

Finally came the day to leave.Zhang Qingzhi took Liu Jinrong to Gaobeidian in a truck with his luggage on his back, and put her on the train.

The train screamed and sprayed a lot of water vapor, and slowly left the platform.The two young men wiped their tears and waved goodbye through the car window.

The train went away, taking away Zhang Qingzhi's fiery heart, but time left another fiery heart here.

……

"Passenger friends, travelers friends, our great capital, BJ, has arrived. Please bring your personal belongings, get off in line, don't be crowded. Follow the instructions of the staff on the platform. Passengers friends, our great capital... "

"Little girl, it's time to stop." An old woman patted Liu Jinrong.Liu Jinrong raised his head, looked around him in a daze, then came to his senses, rubbed his face, and stood up to get his things.

As the crowd poured out of the station, Liu Jinrong struggled with his luggage.She wanted to go to Tiananmen Square to have a look.

Standing under the street lamp and thinking again and again, she still couldn't hold back the yearning in her heart. She sent the luggage she was carrying to the storage room for safekeeping, came out with the red treasure book, and got on the bus bound for Gongzhufen.

In this era, the front of Tiananmen Square is not as serious as that of later generations.

Bicycles, vans, and tricycles flocked endlessly. Pedestrians walked freely on the street, walking and talking in groups, and occasionally laughing. The badges on their chests shone in the sun, and everyone held tightly in their hands. The red book.

Liu Jinrong slowly came to the square, looking excitedly and curiously at everything in front of him.

Tall city towers, taller monuments, and the national flag waving fiercely in the wind.

"Comrade, take a picture."

A middle-aged man with a camera behind his back smiled and said, "Send it to your home, and you will receive it when you get home."

Liu Jinrong brushed his hair that was blown tousled by the wind on his forehead, a little moved: "How much does it cost?"

"Fifty cents, shoot from here to there, take all the portraits of the great leader, go back and show it to others, and others will envy you."

Liu Jinrong bit her lip, fifty cents was a bit expensive, but in the end she couldn't resist taking a photo.

With his back to Tiananmen Square, he turned his body half sideways and held the Little Red Book to his chest.Click, a flash of light.

Properly leaving the address, Liu Jinrong paid the money, a little worried: "Master, it will definitely be delivered by mail, right?"

"Don't worry, I can't say how many pieces have been mailed all over the country in a year, and I can receive them all."

　I have to save some manuscripts in the past few days, so don't worry about the judges.Seek genuine reading, understanding and support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)