Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 497 The Honor of a Soldier

Under the leadership of instructor No. 5, the team gathered and left in front of the canteen, followed the base path through the training ground, passed through the team headquarters, and turned onto a path leading to the mountains.

After walking up the mountain road for about 50 meters, a tombstone appeared in front of me.

Li Zheng never knew that there was actually a cemetery here.

The cemetery faces east, and on the entire hillside, those black marble tombstones stand there like a row of soldiers. At first glance, Li Zheng felt a daze in front of his eyes, as if those tombstones suddenly turned into majestic soldiers one by one. , quietly standing on the hillside and staring at the team entering the valley.

"...23...24...25..."

Li Zheng followed the team, silently counting the number of tombstones in his heart.

Soon, he found that he couldn't count at all, there were too many tombstones here, definitely over a hundred.

When they arrived at a newly dug tomb, everyone stopped, and the team lined up in three long lines.

The tombstone is also done, lying quietly aside.

Li Zheng's eyesight was very good, and he caught a glimpse of the name on the tombstone on the ground.

An ordinary and unfamiliar name is engraved on it—Xiao Zhenhua, the fourth phase of Unit 203.

It's a funeral!
A special military funeral.

A colonel steps out of the line holding a box covered with the national flag.

Li Zheng knew that for a soldier, it was the greatest honor to be buried under the national flag.

There wasn't too much red tape, and there wasn't even an introduction to Xiao Zhenhua's deeds during his lifetime. Everything was solemn, simple and solemn.

The colonel held the urn himself, carefully placed it in the grave, then drew a dagger from his waist, and gently placed it on the national flag.

Coming out of the grave, the colonel took out a stack of photos from his pocket, squatted in front of the grave, took out a lighter, lit them, and burned them one by one on the ground.

Li Zheng, who happened to be standing nearby, caught a glimpse of a dead body in the photo, with a distorted and terrifying face.

And each one seems to be a different person, more than a dozen photos, probably the size of a small team.

While burning, the colonel said: "My good brother, rest in peace! I have sent the person who shot you to see Lord Hades. I will burn it here for you to see..."

Li Zheng watched silently, his heart was already full of waves.

The colonel's face was expressionless, his face was as cold as a piece of pig iron.

After burning the photos, someone brought up several boxes of wine and started distributing them like hand grenades, one bottle per person.

There is no label on the wine, it is all white bottles, there is no indication of the degree, there is only a white label with an August [-]st military emblem on it.

The colonel raised the bottle, his throat seemed to be filled with the smell of fire: "My good comrade in arms! Brother, I respect you!"

More than a dozen old team members raised the bottle in unison.

Only then did Li Zheng unscrew the bottle cap in a panic.

At this time, the guard of honor who had been standing on the side of the cemetery neatly raised his gun under a password, with the muzzle slanted to the sky, skillfully pulled the bolt to load the bullet, and then fired.

bah—

bah—

bah—

A total of three shots.

The old team members spilled the wine on the ground, poured half of the bottle, and then proudly raised their heads and drank the rest in one gulp.

Gunshots sounded again.

Three more shots.

Li Zheng raised his head with the bottle in his hand, and took a sip into his own mouth.

He seldom drank such a strong wine, and felt that the wine was hot and rolled down the esophagus into his throat like a ball of fire.

He couldn't help coughing violently and put down the bottle.

Instructor No. 5 next to him stared, with fire flashing in his pupils, and anger in his voice: "Drink it!"

Li Zheng was taken aback, and hurriedly frowned and drank the remaining spirits in one go.

Half a bottle of high-grade wine entered his body, and Li Zheng felt his whole body was burning, but his limbs and bones were very comfortable, as warm as if his veins had been opened.

On the hillside in sight, the cemetery is less solemn and more solemn.

The dozen or so young officers and veterans stood in front of the cemetery and began to sing loudly, singing, crying, crying and singing.

It was a military song that Li Zheng had never heard before——

……

We are the sharp blade of China,

We are the sharp knife of the country,

We are the Great Defenders of the Fatherland,
We are the strongest armed force of the people,
no one knows me,

As long as the motherland knows me,
Peace can never be prayed for,

Dignity can only be maintained by oneself,
fighting!

fighting!

The enemy is howling,
203 in action!
That night, Li Zheng, who was too strong to drink, got very drunk.

Li Zheng had never been drunk before. When he was in college, he went out to drink beer with his good classmates. Because of his strong self-control, he never got drunk.

But for some reason, he was drunk that day.

But he was very drunk and comfortable, indescribably comfortable, he was fine in the dining hall, but when he returned to the row room, he vomited profusely.

He remembered that Old Baimao came over and offered him a toast, and he even made a toast in return.

That night, the military flags, battles, and training scenes repeatedly appeared in the dream, and I also dreamed of my parents and grandma...

After waking up the next day, Li Zheng and Hou Jun went to the base hospital like other team members and saw a psychologist there.

This was a procedure set up for the actions he participated in, but Li Zheng was unusually calm.

He was too familiar with this situation, and he had received three years of psychological counseling back then.

After coming out of the hospital, Zhuang Yan waited there.

"Go back and pack your things, we'll be on the tarmac in 30 minutes, we should go."

Li Zheng was stunned: "Gone?!"

Solemnly said: "You don't belong here, you just come here for training, and when the time limit for training is up, you should leave."

Hearing this, Li Zheng felt extremely lost all of a sudden. He wanted to ask Zhuang Yan if he could say goodbye to Lao Sun, but he didn't say it in the end.

He knows that soldiers are bound to obey orders.

If you shouldn't ask, don't ask.

If you shouldn't apply, don't apply.

I went back to the row room with Hou Jun. I was already waiting there on the 5th. Today, everyone rested and did not go to training. They returned the temporary pass and said goodbye to their teammates who had been together for more than ten days.

Saying goodbye is hard.

No. 20 beat his chest hard with his fist and said loudly: "Don't cry, recruits, we are the most iron-blooded soldiers! Maybe we will see each other again in the future!"

Li Zheng nodded, nodding desperately, but his nose was so sore that he couldn't speak.

Come by helicopter, leave by helicopter, Li Zheng is sitting in the cabin, looking through the porthole at the mysterious base on the ground that is getting smaller and smaller until it disappears.

He remembered what he said on the 20th, maybe there is still a chance to meet?
But when I thought of this, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

My comrades...

Goodbye!
Goodbye……

Hou Jun sat across from him, sitting with Zhuang Yan, watching Li Zheng cry, but he cursed: "Damn! The recruits just cry a lot!"

Li Zheng wiped the corners of his eyes and said unconvinced: "You veterans just talk too much!"

Zhuang Yan watched silently from the side without speaking.

When he arrived, he said: "There is good news, let me tell you in advance, so that you can be happy."

　Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a monthly pass, ask for a monthly pass!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)