Spike

Chapter 1

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tombstone.The tombstones line up the mountain, still in a square formation.A phalanx of soldiers, a phalanx of ghosts.steel helmet.

The helmets covered with camouflage cloth are scattered high and low, forming a square formation.A phalanx of soldiers, a phalanx of heroes. "The farewell ceremony of the Langya Reconnaissance Brigade of the Chinese People's Liberation Army begins now!" In the night, a strong man with a dark face raised his wine bowl.Swish—more than 100 fierce scouts in camouflage uniforms behind them raised their wine bowls.

"On July 1988, 7, the Langya Reconnaissance Brigade of the A Military Region of the Chinese People's Liberation Army ended its mission to defend southern Xinjiang and was ordered to retreat!" Colonel He Zhijun, the captain of the reconnaissance brigade, shouted with a wine bowl, "Dear martyrs, I The Ministry has been fighting on the front line for 20 years, and has carried out more than 3 missions. At midnight today, we will bid farewell to southern Xinjiang and evacuate the theater with the Army Group A of our military region! During this period—the land of the country has not been lost, you can rest in peace!"

Swish - more than 100 scouts spilled wine on the ground together.Then there was a loud bang, and more than 100 wine bowls were smashed to the ground. With trembling hands, He Zhijun took off the first-class merit medal on his chest and placed it on the martyr's monument in front of him.

"Chen Yong!" He Zhijun shouted. "Here!" Squad [-] monitor Chen Yong stepped out of the queue. "Squad [-], load the bullet!"

"Yes!" Chen Yong took off the 81 automatic rifle on his back, "Every squad has it—load it!" A group of soldiers took out the magazine from their chests and loaded it. "Captain, we have been ordered to withdraw from the war zone!" Major Geng Hui, the instructor of the Second Squadron, stepped forward and reminded in a low voice, "It may not be appropriate to shoot again..." "They will stay on the battlefield forever." He Zhijun looked at the man in front of him. The group of tombstones said in a low voice, "Let's fight, I will be responsible for any problems." The squad leader Chen Yong led a group of soldiers to run out, climbed the steps, and stood in a row in front of the tombstone.The muzzle of the black automatic rifle was facing the sky, and the young hand pulled the bolt almost simultaneously.

"Salute—" He Zhijun shouted and raised his right hand.As the officers and soldiers behind them raised their right hands to salute, a group of soldiers began shooting into the sky with their rifles.Tap, tap, tap... The sound of gunfire was deafening, echoing in the mountains.The flames from the guns lit up the soldiers' eyes, as if awakening their memories of iron and blood.

The convoy of troops from the A military region that was preparing to depart under the mountain meandered on the mountain road.Beside the command vehicle, the guards stood aside with their guns unbolted.The guard company commander yelled to set up the defense line, and the gray-haired frontline commander and deputy commander of the military region pushed away the group army commander Liu Yongjun, who stopped his arm and got out of the car.The old man's eyes lit up, and he asked sharply, "Where to shoot?"

"It seems to be a martyr's cemetery." The guard company commander put down his binoculars and reported. "Oh." The old man nodded. "It's the reconnaissance brigade of the military region. They reported to me that they wanted to drop by to say goodbye to the martyrs, and I approved it." The head of the intelligence department of the military region said in a low voice. "Understood." The old man was not surprised, turned around and entered the command vehicle to continue listening to the report. "Shall I remind them?" said the Minister of Intelligence. "No need. Soldiers withdraw from the battlefield, bid farewell to their comrades, what's the point of firing a few shots?" The old man suddenly changed his subject, "Pass my order-after leaving the scope of the Southern Xinjiang theater, except for a few guards, all live ammunition grenades Hand in, you can't leave a bullet or a grenade on the soldiers! Although the war on the soldiers is over, the war in the hearts of the soldiers will last for many years, and the emotions are easily agitated. At this time, no accidents must be allowed! We can't let the battlefield The heroes who come down become the sinners of peace!"

"Yes!" Liu Yongjun stood at attention and saluted.The old man's eyes turned to the boundless mountains. The sound of shooting stopped for a while and then continued. It was obvious that the magazine was changed.The gunfire became more intensive, as if all the officers and soldiers of the reconnaissance brigade participated in the farewell ceremony.The old man couldn't help smiling bitterly: "This He Zhijun! He doesn't even want to return a single bullet to me!"

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At the provincial capital station, under Caizha’s Arc de Triomphe, there was a din of gongs and drums.The stuffy tank train is slowly stopping at the platform.The welcoming Young Pioneers had lovely smiling faces and brilliant flowers; the Yangko Team was waving colorful flags and flying red silk;Lin Qiuye dragged He Xiaoyu to run among the crowd, she was out of breath. 15-year-old He Xiaoyu urged her anxiously: "Hurry up! Hurry up! There are too many people here, we will lose sight of our father!"

"What are you in a hurry for? Your father is home this time, why can't he see him?" Lin Qiuye said with a smile, wiping his sweat. "Aunt Lin! He Xiaoyu!" Liu Xiaofei called, "You guys are here too!" "Yo! Xiaofei! Where's your mother?" Lin Qiuye said with a smile.Liu Xiaofei's brow was covered with sweat: "She can't squeeze in!

She said she went home to cook and waited for my dad to go back to eat!Let me pick up my dad myself! "Xiaofei is an adult now!"In the future, Xiaoyu should help and take care of us at school! Lin Qiuye said with a smile. Liu Xiaofei glanced at He Xiaoyu and smiled: "Don't worry, auntie!" " "Who wants him to take care of!" "He Xiaoyu turned white, and Liu Xiaofei pulled Lin Qiuye in with a glance." This child! "Lin Qiuye smiled wryly, "Why are you so rude?Xiaofei, let's go! "Liu Xiaofei smiled and waved his hands.

The stuffy tank truck stopped slowly, with white mist spraying from the front of the car, but the door was not opened, and the welcoming crowd was stopped outside the cordon.

Lin Qiuye was pulled to the first row by He Xiaoyu. The pickets were sweating profusely. They formed a human wall with their arms linked, shouting: "Back back! Everyone back up! You can't pass without orders!"

"My father is in the car!" He Xiaoyu shouted confidently.The picket squad leader shouted: "Their fathers are all in the car!" He Xiaoyu took a look at the relatives who came to welcome him, tears were pouring down his face, he snorted, and stopped talking.Lin Qiuye lifted her sweaty hair and looked anxiously at the door of the stuffy tank car, as if trying to see through the door.Another team of picket fighters came running along the rear of the car, leaving two nail-like fighters at the door of each car, and then continued to run over.A major stood next to the car with an order and shouted: "According to the previous command of the military region - all combat companies of the troops participating in the war are not allowed to get off the car! Go directly back to the original station for intensive training for one month!"

The soldiers in the carriage and the relatives below were all cursing.The soldiers kicked the car door: "Open the door! Let me down!" "Mom—I'm back!" "I blew up your lousy train! Open the door!"...The relatives were all heartbroken and crying : "Why are you not allowed to get out of the car?" "Isn't the war over?" "My son—let me take a look at you—" The major picket was also very embarrassed. He looked at his relatives and picked up the loudspeaker Shouted to the carriage: "Comrades! This is an order from the former commander of the military region. In order to prevent accidents due to over-excitement, the former commander of the military region and the local public security organs jointly made this decision! You are all heroes from the battlefield. Good job!" Hearing this, the soldiers became even more excited in the car: "I abolished you gang of pickets!" "We're going home! Why don't you let us go home—" "Let me get out of the car, Otherwise, I'll kill you!" "You didn't kill me in the hail of bullets, and you, a little picket, dare to order me?!"...The major picket lowered his head, then raised it again: "Don't get out of the car, this is an order!"

The soldiers were banging on the door and yelling and cursing passionately, and the generals who pointed forward got out of the car from behind.The old man shook off the hands of the white and fat local cadres who came to greet him, and walked directly to the carriage.

"Chief!" The major saluted.The old man took the loudspeaker and said, "I am the deputy commander of Military Region A." The shouting soldiers gradually fell silent when they heard the old man's old but serious voice.There was only sobbing in the carriage, and someone begged occasionally: "Chief, let us get out of the car! I miss my mother..." "You are all soldiers!" The old man said loudly, "A soldier should look like a soldier! What are you shouting for? Kicking the doors? The train is the property of the state! Who wants to blow up a train? Show me one!" There was no sound inside the car, and there was no sound outside the car.The old man asked sharply: "What do the political commissars of each army do?! What do the instructors and instructors do? Why can't I get off the car now? Didn't I tell you?! Now I order that the military and political officers of all the troops put their troops away. Bring it to me and gather in the carriage!"

In the silence of the carriage, which suppressed the huge war power, the voice of shouting gradually sounded, and the sound of noisy footsteps stepped on the boards in the carriage.The family members were heartbroken and suppressed their crying.

"Report to the chief! The Great Gong Company has assembled—" the officer's hoarse roar came from inside the carriage. "Report to the chief! The offensive and defensive company has assembled—"

"Report to the chief! The Spike Reconnaissance Brigade of the A Military Region has assembled—"... The old man nodded: "Very well, the army should look like an army! You are the People's Liberation Army, not bandits! You are not allowed to get out of the car just to protect you The image of the People’s Liberation Army! You have just come down from the battlefield, and you have not yet adapted to the peaceful environment! Your minds are still tied to the war, and you have not thought about how to deal with the problems that occur in a peaceful environment, so you will have accidents! Learn first How to survive in a peaceful environment, and then leave the barracks to meet your relatives! I sent you to the battlefield, but I don’t want to send you to the execution ground! — Do you understand?!” There was silence in the carriage, only suppressed crying .The old man asked loudly again: "Do you understand?!" "Understood!" A roar shook the platform from inside the carriage. "All of them—face the car door, salute—" the old man shouted, he put down the microphone, "drive, open the car door!" The family members who were looking forward to their loved ones were all crying.Lin Qiuye cried so much that she almost passed out, He Xiaoyu supported her and cried, "Dad—" all the doors of a dozen cars were opened at the same time.With swarthy faces, sparkling eyes, and golden military badge collars, the young men who were so distressed raised their right hands to salute their loved ones on the station.The numerous military medals on his chest are dangling on his young and thin body.The old man raised his right hand.The picket major shouted, "Salute—"

Swish—the pickets and soldiers present all raised their right hands to salute the soldiers returning from the battlefield.The cries of relatives shook the station, and some fainted from crying.The female soldiers who came to welcome us were also tearful, the young pioneers were silent, and the girls were sobbing.The locomotive slowly sprayed out white mist, and the wheels slowly began to turn.He Xiaoyu supported his mother and cried, "Dad—Dad—"

The carriage slid slowly in front of the relatives, and the heroes returning from the battlefield lined up and raised their hands to salute, accepting the review of the relatives.Tears fell silently from their faces, and the younger soldiers were even more sobbing.The old man was expressionless, saluting his soldiers.Among the green, the reconnaissance brigade wearing camouflage uniforms passed in front of people.He Zhijun held back his tears with his right hand, and Geng Hui stood beside him.Geng Hui's wife, Li Dongmei, held the child: "Geng Hui—the son will call him Dad—" Geng Hui lowered his head, then raised it again, with tears streaming down his face.Lin Qiuye and He Xiaoyu chased the train: "Old He—Old He—" "Father—" The picket fence stopped them.The carriage gradually moved away, and the doors closed again.

The logistics system and government cadres who came down from behind did not hug and kiss their relatives, but silently went out along the passage opened by the pickets.Liu Xiaofei approached Liu Kai, a cadre of the logistics department of the military region, and said, "Dad, you're back!"

Liu Kai smiled wryly: "Let's go, don't let those family members scold you." Liu Xiaofei followed his father out with his head down.He Xiaoyu supported his crying mother who was almost in shock: "Mom—why didn't you let daddy get out of the car?" "My child, you are too young to understand..." Lin Qiuye stood with his back against the wall, and said slowly . "Notify the troops that every day is a queue training, and I sing the "Three Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention" 10 times a day." The old man sighed and said, "Strengthen management, clean up the guns and ammunition hidden by some soldiers, and don't give them punishment. From the battlefield If we come down, we will have a more difficult psychological battle to fight." Liu Yongjun nodded.

"When the tiger goes down the mountain, it is destined to pull out its teeth first!" The old man sighed sadly.

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"One step at a time, two moves—" the female colonel ordered with a stern face, "One!" Swish—the Jiefang shoes kicked.The female soldiers wore armed belts, and their eyes under the big-brimmed hats were staring ahead.Fang Zijun was standing at the head of the row wearing the rank of second lieutenant. She was suffering from heatstroke, and sweat was streaming down her jade-white cheeks.

The female cadre sent to train the battlefield ambulance team of the General Hospital of the Military Region is not a simple person. In 1979, she was a hero in the defense of southern Xinjiang, an old battlefield ambulance captain, and the leader of the Military Commission met her.So those female soldiers who are lawless both on the front line and in the rear are still a little afraid of her, not to mention that she is now the director of the Political Department of the General Hospital of the Military Region and belongs to the real power faction, no one dares to provoke her easily.

The team directly under the military region concentrated in the chemical defense regiment station near the provincial capital for training. Since this is a ravine, the air is very good.The playground is full of soldiers who are practicing in formation. The anti-chemical regiment gave up two military buildings and the big playground early on, and they are wronged to train in the small playground.The head of the regiment and the political commissar also repeatedly emphasized not to provoke these grandparents who came from the front line, to salute first when they meet, and to give way first when they meet each other.

Everything is to release the war energy of the officers and soldiers participating in the war.In another corner of the playground, a group of cadres were sitting, their armed belts off, smoking and chatting.Surrounding them was He Zhijun.The leader was a company commander transferred by the chemical defense regiment. The little lieutenant who had never been to the front line dared not say anything to the grandpas of the reconnaissance brigade. They were served with good cigarettes and tea every day.The soldiers of the reconnaissance brigade were not so lucky. They were trained by the veterans of the regiment teaching team. Although they were very polite, they were still troops after all, and it was normal for them to be stricter and harder.The little lieutenant lit a cigarette for He Zhijun and said with a smile: "Captain He, the head of the Direct Industry Department of the military region will come to inspect tomorrow. Can you get up and take a few steps this afternoon? We are familiar with each other anyway?"

"Why are you going?" He Zhijun didn't even look at him, "They are all leading the soldiers, so they don't even know the basics? Don't go! You want to take a few steps by yourself!" The little lieutenant didn't dare to speak, and stood aside , Let your correspondent pour water.

"Our situation is unclear!" Geng Hui was worried. "The reconnaissance brigade was formed to fight the enemy's spy warfare. Now that there is no spy warfare, we may really have to go back to our respective homes." He Zhijun was thinking about something, and smiled wryly: "There's nothing wrong with going back. They've been promoted and have made military achievements, and they'll have a place to settle when they go back. It's a pity that the experience and lessons we have learned in the long-term war against enemy agents will be wasted. These are lessons of blood!"

Major Lei Keming, the leader of the Second Squadron, was wearing myopia glasses and smoking a cigarette silently.This is a scrawny soldier with short, neatly combed hair, giving the impression of a gentle university professor rather than a scout.He Zhijun looked at him: "By the way, we have all returned to the field army. What about you, Lao Lei? Are you going back to Beijing to be the conductor of the military band?"

Lei Keming smiled: "What do you mean? Now you can only shoot guns, but you can't command." He Zhijun said with a smile: "What do you say you are doing in the muddy water of the reconnaissance army? It would be nice to be your art soldier, It's over now, it's completely turned into a field army! It's okay, if you think it's boring to go back to the military band, you can follow me to the Army Group A's reconnaissance brigade as the deputy battalion commander of the reconnaissance battalion!"

"I may have to go back to Beijing. Yesterday, Beijing called me, saying that the organization department wanted to select people, and asked me to prepare." Lei Keming said.He Zhijun asked, "Which unit?"

(End of this chapter)