soldier rushing forward

That night, the Seventh Company camp was completely devoured. 【 】

In this silent valley, the soldiers lay down under the big trees, in the grass nests, and beside the rocks.The exhaustion after the war, emotional depression, homesickness, and other instincts of thinking are all replaced by fatigue.

At some point, a melodious harmonica sounded from a small hill.The song "Night in the Suburbs of Moscow" slowly eroded the entire valley like a breeze, a drizzle, and a heartfelt voice.The soldiers got up from the ground one after another, listening to the wonderful music they had never heard before.

In China, which has just come out of bondage, revolutionary songs, model operas, etc. represent the traces of an era that has not completely disappeared.People's tightly held thoughts are still on the edge of the yellow line of real characters. Those who dare to take out the bourgeois thoughts that represent corruption and degeneration are as brave as the first person who dared to eat crabs.When people tasted its deliciousness, they only remembered his goodness, but they couldn't remember who acted as the first.

Although "Evening in the Suburbs of Moscow" is a very old song, it has long been isolated from China in the era of drawing the line.At this time, it can sound in a foreign valley, it is so fresh, so lingering, so soul-stirring.

Wu Jianglong opened his ears and listened intently for a while, the sound was like a fluffy ball falling into his body, and he had to sit up because of the itching.Turning around, I found that Niu Qiang was gone.I thought to myself, could it be that this kid did it.So, with curiosity, I walked up the hillside

Niu Qiang was sitting on the top of the hill, facing the north, holding the harmonica in both hands intently, playing the tune up and down.Blowing and blowing, I don't know when, the eyes are full of tears.I don't know if he is missing his hometown or his comrades-in-arms.

This time, there were eleven recruits assigned to the Seventh Company with Niu Qiang.After several battles, he was the only one left among the eleven.Peng Guangrong, the only fellow villager, also died in the battle against the train station.Today, when the company organized to welcome the new recruits, after seeing the new recruits, he remembered the moment when he first arrived.He stood in the queue, looking for himself among the recruits one by one, to see which ones were similar.They are all the same as when he first came.All of them are so curious, so impulsive, and so eager for the battlefield.The excited expression on his face may be the reason why he never participated in the war.

Some people who have never joined the army may have regretted not being able to become a soldier all their lives.Some soldiers have regretted their whole lives for not being able to participate in real battles.However, the strict discipline and high-level hardships of the soldiers are not something everyone can afford.The blood awakening on the battlefield and the cruelty of killing are not something every soldier can bear.All of these require special perseverance, special strength, and unique psychological qualities.Therefore, the soldier is the representative of the iron will.War is a melting pot for heroes.

The arrival of the supplementary personnel made Niu Qiang think of what is abandoned and what is forgotten.He didn't want to forget his old comrades-in-arms so quickly, and he didn't want to bury those comrades-in-arms who died in his heart.He wants to express and vent in some way.

When night came, Niu Qiang fell asleep on the ground, reached out and took out the harmonica in the satchel, held it tightly, and sat up secretly again.He looked back at Wu Jianglong, who was already asleep, stood up lightly, and slowly touched the top of the hill.

At first, he just wanted to hum a few words softly in his heart, but he always felt that it was too late, so he put his lips close to the harmonica and blew lightly.It doesn't matter if you blow it, as you get better and better, you forget the environment you are in, and you can't help but return to the student days when you secretly sang love songs with your classmates.

Because of his forgetfulness, Wu Jianglong didn't even notice when he walked behind him.

Wu Jianglong stood behind Niu Qiang, listening without moving.Although he has no interest in music, the gracefulness of the music gradually broke through his soft feelings.

Seeing that this comrade, who was about the same age as him and joined the army at the same year, could play such nice things, Wu Jianglong was very satisfied.As a team leader, how could he not be proud to have one or two eclectic talents under his command!

Wu Jianglong sat gently beside Niu Qiang, without saying anything, waiting for him to finish playing the piece.

Niu Qiang felt embarrassed when he saw Wu Jianglong sitting over, "Team leader, did I wake you up?"

"In the future, don't call the team leader. This is not an official, sour and boring." Wu Jianglong saw Niu Qiang's stunned expression, and stretched out his hand to gesture, "Keep blowing."

"Woke everyone up, and the instructor didn't criticize."

"It's okay, I'll let it blow."

Niu Qiang turned around and looked towards the camp behind the hillside.

At this time, I saw many soldiers rushing up the hillside.They all came together and gathered around Wu Jianglong and Niu Qiang.

"Hey, I said, what are you doing here without sleeping?" Wu Jianglong said to the soldiers who came up.

"You don't sleep, what are you doing here?" a soldier asked back.

"I'm talking to my people. It's none of your business, go, go back to sleep." Wu Jianglong stretched out his hand to push.

"Okay, okay, don't pretend, no one knows that you are here to listen to the music."

When there were more people coming up, Niu Qiang was embarrassed to brag, so he stopped and watched Wu Jianglong teasing with several soldiers.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't make a fuss. Let the Mavericks play something nice." A soldier cut in and said.

"Well, the one just now, sounds good, I haven't heard it, let's do it again."

Wu Jianglong saw that the soldiers liked it very much, and said happily to Niu Qiang, "Niu Qiang, since comrades like to listen to it, let's have another one. What's it called?"

Niu Qiang said embarrassedly, "Night outside Moscow."

"Okay, good evening. Isn't this also night!" Wu Jianglong said, turning to face several soldiers, "Are you right? Then let's come to this evening.

Niu Qiang fiddled with the harmonica, and then played it again.

"In the middle of the night, the garden is quiet everywhere, and the leaves are no longer rustling. How beautiful the night is, I am fascinated..."

The lingering sound of the harmonica, low and lingering, closely held the hearts of these young soldiers.Suddenly, a bass voice joined in.Shuya's voice, accompanied by melodious melody, added to the atmosphere of the scene.

A soldier turned his head and found that the instructor Dai Zhi was singing in the chorus, so he greeted softly, "Instructor."

Dai Zhi raised his hand to stop him, telling him to be silent.Although the movements were small, the soldiers still turned their heads. Everyone wanted to see who could match this song and have this ability.When I looked up, I saw that it was the instructor, and all the soldiers present stood up.

Niu Qiang also took down the harmonica, stopped playing and singing, stood up, and looked at Dai Zhi silently, lest Dai Zhi criticize everyone.At that time, he should take the initiative to take responsibility.

Dai Zhi came over, sat next to Niu Qiang, and stretched out his hand to signal these soldiers to sit down, "Sit down!"

Watching the soldiers sit down one by one, Dai Zhi said:

"You all like music, don't you?"

The soldiers nodded.

"Do you know what this song is called?"

"Yes, it's night in the suburbs of Mexico," said a soldier.

As soon as he spoke, everyone laughed, and one soldier said, "It's not Mexico, it's Moscow."

The soldier was embarrassed, "When I was at home, our kind of wheat was all Mexican. I only knew Mexico, and I had never heard of Moscow."

Dai Zhi smiled and said to the soldiers, "It's no wonder. We have not had friendly relations with the Soviet Union for so many years. The two sides have no contacts, so of course you know less." Looking at the ignorance of the soldiers, he continued, "Moscow, the capital of the Soviet Union, is equivalent to our Beijing, and it is also an ancient city."

"Do you know when this song came out?"

"I don't know." The soldiers shook their heads.

"This song was born in 1956 and was broadcast at a national sports meeting in the Soviet Union. The first person to introduce "Night in the Suburbs of Moscow" to our country was a disabled youth in Shanghai who was under 23 years old at the time. His name was Xue Fan. When he achieved this result, he was not much older than you. At your age, it is the best time to make a difference."

Seeing the concentration of the soldiers, Dai Zhi wanted to continue, but looked down at his watch. The time was getting late, it was almost 12 o'clock, so he asked, "Are you sleepy?"

"Not sleepy," the soldiers said in unison.

"I see it this way, let Niu Qiang play another one for us, and then go back to sleep, there are tasks tomorrow. Dai Zhi turned to Niu Qiang, "Can you play "A Big River"?" "

"Yes," Niu Qiang said happily.

"Then let's play a song."

As soon as Niu Qiang blew, several soldiers joined up.Immediately, the melody of the song "A Big River" came out unrestrainedly.The soldiers sang excitedly and excitedly, and almost everyone who was resting in the valley was infiltrated by this song.

Shi Zhuguo stood up from under a big tree and looked this way. Seeing many people gathered on the hill, he called out, "Commissioner, correspondent."

The correspondent ran over from the side.

"What are you doing, go and see." Shi Zhuguo said to the correspondent.

After a while, the correspondent ran back and said, "It's the instructor and some soldiers singing there!"

"If you don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing?" Shi Zhuguo muttered, then lay back on the floor, covered his body with a plastic sheet, and continued to sleep.

This is the difference between military cadres and political cadres.

Military cadres only pay attention to fighting, as long as they are brave and of good quality.And political cadres attach great importance to the ideological fluctuations of the soldiers.When Dai Zhi heard someone playing a tune and saw many soldiers gathered there, he felt that the feelings of the soldiers had changed.

During the war, slight fluctuations in the soldiers' thinking and slight deviations in emotion will affect the combat effectiveness of the troops.Therefore, he seized the opportunity to intervene among the soldiers in time, and carried out ideological work in a persuasive and persuasive manner, which once again encouraged the combat courage of the soldiers.

Just after dawn, Shi Zhuguo was woken up by the messenger.

"Company commander, the regiment commander wants to talk to you."

Shi Zhuguo hurried to the radio station, picked up the microphone and talked with the head of the group.

"Shi Zhuguo, I'm sorry. Originally, you were asked to repair your company and not participate in the battles in the past few days." Chi Yongjie paused on the phone and said, "However, we have too few veterans who can fight. So, you There is no rest."

"Leader, tell me what the mission is! As long as there are people from our seventh company, we can complete it." Shi Zhuguo asked.

"I don't want all of you in the company, but I want you to transfer some veterans to me to cooperate with the tank troops to intersperse."

"Okay, no problem, tell me! How much do you want?"

"As long as there are twenty, the rest will be drawn from other companies."

"Yes"

"There must be a platoon leader to lead the team, and report to the regiment headquarters in 10 minutes."

"Yes." Shi Zhuguo agreed.

Ten minutes later, Li Sen arrived at the regiment headquarters with twenty veterans drawn from the whole company.

Soon, all the personnel drawn from each company arrived, about 100 people.The [-]-man commando team led by the deputy chief of staff of the regiment has all assembled.

Immediately afterwards, the deputy chief of staff took these people to the tank unit.

The task this time is to have the commando team cooperate with a company of tanks to rush to the Gaoping area, occupy the Gaoping Bridge, and cut off the Dongxi enemy's retreat.

More than a dozen tanks carrying a hundred soldiers traveled through mountains and passes, and arrived at the north of Gaoping Bridge on time.

At the same time that this army reached the bridge, the vanguard of the enemy on the opposite side also rushed to the south of the bridge.Dozens of tanks of the Vietnamese army formed a long row and were preparing to cross the bridge.

After the deputy chief of staff saw an enemy several times larger than himself, he clearly realized that it was impossible for troops to penetrate to the south of the bridge.However, we can't get through, and we can't let the enemy come over.The only way is to blow up the bridge and stop the enemy.

More than a dozen tanks of our army fired at the enemy, and the tanks on the opposite side also fired back. The two sides launched a tank battle on both sides of the bridge.

Dozens of Vietnamese troops, taking advantage of the fierce gap between the tanks, rushed towards the bridge continuously.After storming for a while, finally a dozen Vietnamese troops rushed over.

The platoon led by Li Sen charged forward against the Vietnamese army.After a burst of beatings, the Vietnamese army was finally forced back to the bridge.

Wu Jianglong watched the enemy retreat, but he still refused to give up, and chased to the bridge head with a submachine gun in his hand.

The deputy chief of staff yelled at Li Sen angrily, "The man who told you to come back. The bridge is going to be blown up."

"Wu Jianglong, come back, we are going to blow up the bridge." Several soldiers shouted together.

Wu Jianglong retreated from the bridge while fighting again.

After the two sides fought fiercely for a period of time, the deputy chief of staff saw that the bridge had not been blown up.The two soldiers who rushed past were knocked down on the bridge by the enemy.

The deputy chief of staff was in a hurry, and gave an order to the tank troops, "Don't attack the enemy tanks now, and blow up the bridge quickly."

Under the heavy shelling of the enemy, our side has lost five tanks.The remaining six or seven tanks slowly approached after receiving the order to blow up the bridge.

Chen Feng shouted to the leading cadre through the radio: "Cover me, I'll blow up the bridge."

With a rumbling sound, the 101 tank highlighted the tank formation and rushed all the way towards the bridge.

As soon as the enemy on the opposite side saw it, they moved their artillery fire to the 101 tank.The incoming shells exploded around 101 one after another.

In order to cover 101, the rest of our tanks fired at the enemy's formation together, and fired two smoke bombs, which hit the enemy's formation.

Suddenly, smoke rose in the enemy's formation, completely blocking the enemy's sight.Taking advantage of this opportunity, the 101 tank rushed to the river bed.Chen Feng fired three shells at a bridge pier in the fierce tank.

Then there was a loud rumbling noise, and the bridge crooked for a long time.

After the bridge was bombed, enemy tanks could not get through.However, those infantrymen still flocked to the north of the bridge like wildebeest crossing the river through the water surface, shoals and shoals.

The deputy chief of staff ordered, "The tanks retreat, and the infantry build bunkers nearby to prevent the enemy from attacking."