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"Wang Yan! Hahaha..."

Like the old leader, Wang Yan returned to the art troupe in Mengzi after a long absence and was warmly welcomed by political commissar Ning Shan. Although it was only a month ago, because of the war, looking back, it does feel like a long absence.

"Report to the political commissar after returning from the battle!" Wang Yanka stood at attention and saluted with his hands.

"Okay, okay, hahaha..."

Ning Shan laughed loudly, pulled Wang Yan to sit down on the sofa, and poured tea diligently, "You are fighting in the front, and I am hearing news every day in the back. No one expected that you would be so fierce when you arrived on the battlefield. What a great achievement in battle."

"You're so humble, political commissar. You're fighting with your life. How can you call it that? You just have great military exploits."

"Did you tell the chief the same thing?"

"That's necessary. I took a company of soldiers out, and there were casualties along the way. There were only forty-six people who followed me to the end, and everyone was injured. This is not the time to be modest."

This battle reduction is quite good. After all, he is a sharp knife. He rushes to the front every time, and even penetrates behind enemy lines, and the pressure he endures is even greater. After fighting all the way, nearly half of the warriors could still follow to the end, which already showed their strong fighting power.

Of course, not all of the other seventy or so people died in the battle, but quite a few survived. Before Wang Yan came back, he went to the hospital in the rear to check and found the company commander who had come down when the war started, as well as other soldiers who were boasting. However, not all personnel have been seen, the soldiers are placed in different places, and the information has not yet been compiled.

This reflects the benefits of the information age. It can track people in real-time and synchronize, and you can master all information at any time. The road to building a strong army is long and arduous.

Ningshan looked at Wang Yan's clean clothes, looked up and down, and asked, "Are you injured too?"

"Just let the bullet rub the arm, take away a little bit of flesh, and leave a big scar in the future." Wang Yan patted the outside of his right arm.

How could he not get injured in a fight? After all, he was still a human being and could not reach a speed of several hundred meters per second. He could indeed dodge a small number of bullets with his spiritual sense. To dodge a large number of bullets, on the one hand, it is his spiritual sense, on the other hand, his body skills, on the other hand, his experience, and on the other hand, his courage. If he wants to truly dodge bullets, rather than relying on spiritual prediction, he must have the same speed as the bullets, which is obviously not possible.

"Just wiped your arm?" Ningshan asked in surprise.

"lucky."

"Luck is also strength. Look at me. If it weren't for my good luck, I would have told you earlier." Ningshan opened his clothes and showed the hideous wound on his side. "You are still very powerful. They say you are the God of War." ."

I didn't talk much about the injury. For a soldier, it's not easy to get off the battlefield alive. In the future, being able to take care of one's own peeing and peeing is one hurdle, and the whole beard and tail is another hurdle. As for having a scar or something like that, it's too trivial to mention.

"Beijing also said that I am not Wang Dapao, but Wang Dongliang." Wang Yan drank tea with a smile.

"You are indeed a pillar. When the Military Commission prepares the post-war statistics and holds a commendation meeting, your boy will definitely be a special combat hero and have special merit. The company you lead will definitely have an honorary title and collective special merit. The merit is not accurate either. Let’s put it this way, one battle will lead to a clear path to Qingyun.”

"The awareness is too low." Wang Yan had a look of disgust on his face, "You are not a good person. The mission of a soldier is to protect your home and country to the death, fight and win the war. The next thing is the party, the country and the people. The sacrifices of the soldiers who shed their blood and sacrifices have not been forgotten."

"piss off!"

Ningshan smiled and cursed, "Okay, I feel relieved after seeing you come back with all your hair and tail intact and with such great achievements. Go away and have a good rest."

"Are Lao Liao and the others in the regiment?"

"What's the matter, have you gained insights from the war?"

"I wrote it in the past two days."

"The big rehearsal room is arranging a new show. This song of yours comes just in time. The director requires the art troupes at all levels to actively create, and a big tour will start soon. You have done a great favor to our troupe, go quickly."

Ningshan laughed again. It was really a beautiful thing to have such soldiers under his command. They were both handsome and meritorious...

Wang Yan's current equipment is the same as the equipment during the war. The chief issued a note and all the equipment was given to him except grenades. Of course it's not that the chief didn't give him the grenade, but that he didn't ask for it. I just took the 56 and a half he used, the 54 pistol, and more than 200 rounds of ammunition.

Guns have not yet been banned in this era. The overall system is still a three-level system of main combat troops, reserve forces, and militia forces. At this time, it can be said that all the people are soldiers. You may not feel it in cities, and it's relatively worse in inland areas, but when you get to the border, you basically have guns. Some older girls are not as tall as a rifle with a bayonet attached, but they are also very heroic.

So there is nothing wrong with Wang Yan getting two guns, especially since the chief approved the note. In fact, guns can be bought in some specialty stores now, so there is no big problem.

Wang Yan didn't have any other ideas. After all, he was going to the battlefield this time. He wanted to keep it as a souvenir and planned to put the gun in the house for decoration...

When he entered the rehearsal room fully armed, people were not surprised. As early as when Wang Yan went to report to Ningshan, someone had seen him. The news had spread in a short period of time, so people were not surprised. Surprised, but still unable to conceal her surprise when she saw him actually appearing in front of her.

Without him, it's all because Wang Yan is still the same as when he left.

They remember that day clearly. It was in the Mengzi art troupe station that they rarely took a break due to the tense situation. Later they learned that they were already making final preparations for the war, and that day was February 15th.

Early in the morning, Wang Yan had packed his backpack fully armed and set off with a determined look on his face. No one knew that Wang Yan took the initiative to apply to participate in the war. They just thought his program was good and went to encourage the soldiers. Later they found out that Wang Yan had gone to join the war, and the next day news came in, all saying that Wang Yan had made meritorious service.

As a result, now that I saw Wang Yan who had been on the battlefield for a month and had just returned, there was no change at all. When I thought about the thrills I had heard about, the conflict was too great.

Was he going to a fucking war?

Wang Yan responded to everyone's greetings with a smile. After being lively for a while, he finally had time to communicate with Lao Liao.

"This is a newly written song. It still needs to be more passionate and sentimental, but it shouldn't be too soft."

"Blood-stained style..." Lao Liao glanced at the score and asked with a smile, "You are fighting on the front line and still have time to think about songs?"

"I retreated to the country on the 14th, and it's been half a month now. Why am I still thinking about it on the battlefield? I wrote it in three days. Okay, you're busy, I'll go back and clean up."

"Okay, you have a good rest. Those of us in the rear have heard of your great achievements. Bullets are flying and artillery shells are bombarding. It must not be easy. You should take a good rest and recuperate."

"Full of jingles..." Wang Yan shook his head in amusement, nodded with the others, especially the excited Fang Hongmin, and turned to leave...

Responding to the warm greetings of others along the way, Wang Yan returned to his single dormitory. The door was open, and he was not surprised. When he walked in, he saw Liu Feng sitting on a stool, flipping through a book.

Because Wang Yan was away for a long time every time, he gave Liu Feng the key to the dormitory and helped wipe away the ashes. Liu Feng took the initiative. In his words, there wasn't much that could be done to repay Wang Yan, so he did what he could.

"Wang Yan, you're finally back." Liu Feng stepped forward happily and grabbed Wang Yan's arm with both hands.

Noticing Wang Yan's smiling frown, he quickly let go and asked with concern, "Are you injured?"

"We're fighting, how can we not get hurt? It's not a big deal, I just got shot in the arm." Wang Yan smiled and waved his hands, and began to disarm, "How are you?"

"It's still the same. Although during the war, we also went to the rear to perform, but you also know that my waist is not good, and there is basically no work for me. I just follow around. Later, the field hospital was short of manpower, so I went to help. It’s not easy for the soldiers...Xiao Ping is also doing well, but it’s a little hard for her to take care of the children at home alone this month..."

Liu Feng was still the same, sitting there chattering, and after talking a lot, he turned to say, "Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi were very worried about you. They sent a telegram on the day the war started, but you didn't reply, so they sent it to Xiao Sui." Ping made a long-distance call. Xiaoping thought you had told them before, so she said that you took the initiative to apply to join the war.

Since the 16th of last month, there has been one telegram a day here, and there are also several telegrams from someone named Ding Lin. They are all here. Please call them back quickly. They are worried about you. You came back on March 16th. Why did you only come back to our group in April? "

He looked at Wang Yan's arm wrapped in gauze, but didn't express much. He had already gone to the hospital, and of course the scene he saw was bigger. He had fought so many battles and made so many achievements, but he just got shot in the arm. He didn't think it was worth mentioning.

"After I returned to the rear, I got a haircut, took a shower, and treated my wounds. I also went to the hospital to visit my injured soldiers. I also developed and sorted out the photos taken on the battlefield. I participated in the battle of our army. After several summary meetings, I talked with the leaders about the gains and losses of this battle, and wrote a detailed battle report. My credit does not matter, as long as my soldiers cannot be left behind.

Oh, one more thing. Didn't I lead the regiment headquarters of the Vietnamese Monkeys together with the soldiers? At that time, there was a soldier under me... Later, the monkey regiment leader protested to our leader, who severely criticized me and asked me to make a deep self-reflection. , I was originally asked to write 10,000 words, but then I couldn’t stop it and wrote more than 30,000 words..."

Wang Yan also chatted with Liu Feng about some things in the past half month and gave him positive feedback.

The battle report he was talking about was a report submitted to the political work department to verify the situation on the battlefield. In other words, it means to have an accurate summary of the achievements of oneself and the whole company, including the battle process of course.

His battle report is so long that it can be published as a book. He wrote 230,000 words, and what stands out is its detail. According to each combat mission assigned to them by their superiors, detailed descriptions were given, including other units involved and the artillery that appeared the most. He recorded in detail what he saw, as well as what he asked from other fighters during chats after each battle, about each fighter's performance in each battle.

He really tried his best.

The statistics of military exploits in ancient wars include either cutting off heads or ears, or all kinds of killing good people and taking merit. Naturally, there is no way to accurately measure modern wars. Bullets were flying everywhere, who knew which bullet killed which one? Therefore, the overall assessment is still determined based on the completion of combat tasks of combat units at all levels.

When cleaning the battlefield during wartime, there were records of political workers' activities on the battlefield. Soldiers after the war also had to write reports with detailed explanations, mutual verification, and consideration and evaluation from all aspects. This was a very complicated process.

The performance of Wang Yan's soldiers was indeed quite good, so he naturally wrote in as much detail as he wanted.

As for the review of beating the prisoners, it is just a review. He actually wrote about the battle process of capturing the prisoners. He also talked about the principles. He did not say that he was wrong, he was just fooling around...

"You are just bullying me because I have never been on the battlefield, but I just said that I would help in the field hospital, but it was not as easy as you said. It cost my life. But you are really powerful. You don't know that our team When Li first knew that you were going to join the war, there were some gossips, saying that you were looking for death and so on. But when he heard that you had become the acting company commander and were fighting harder and harder, his jaw dropped."

"It's easy for me to say, but it's really hard to fight. Before the war started, I had a full company, and there were only forty-six who fought until the end, and everyone was injured. My correspondent didn't know it was just luck. It’s still not good, both ears are broken.”

Thinking of Xiao Liang's appearance, Wang Yan smiled and shook his head.

"That must be good luck. I broke two ears and didn't become deaf. I managed to save my life. Not bad." Liu Feng shook his head and sighed, "When you went to the hospital later, your condition was much better. . Let me tell you, when I went there..."

Liu Feng, whose destiny had been changed, emotionally told Wang Yan what he had seen and heard in the hospital, full of sighs.

Under normal circumstances, it would be quite disturbing to walk around the People's Hospital, not to mention the field hospital that accommodates soldiers who risked their lives. Liu Feng felt a little normal. Of course he didn't know that if it weren't for Mr. Wang who was smiling and listening to his talk, he would have to lie in the hospital.

While Liu Feng was chattering, Wang Yan also finished packing his things, untied the gauze wrapped around his arm and looked at the wound, then threw the gauze aside and said, "I'll have a good meal at your house tonight. I'll go over to cook in the afternoon and let's have a drink together. I'll take a shower first and then wash my clothes. You can go and do whatever you need to do."

"Then you are injured, don't you have to go to the black market to buy things? Can I help you carry your things?"

"It was a waste of time to go to the hospital. Can this kind of injury be called an injury?"

"Then let me rub your back?"

"Go on your way."

Liu Feng didn't say any more nonsense, stood up and left.

Wang Yan looked through the telegram sent to him. Of course, it didn't have any substantive content. It was very brief. It mostly said 'call me as soon as possible', urging him to make a phone call quickly to make sure he was safe. Lin Dingding, including the anonymous ‘Ding Lin’, has almost the same meaning.

Obviously because of the need for confidentiality, Lin Dingding didn't want the people in the art troupe to know that if she didn't want to die with Wang Yan, it would bring her a lot of trouble. Just like Wang Yan never writes to Lin Dingding, he doesn't leave any solid evidence to avoid being tricked by this little goblin. This was something he found. No wonder Wang Yan was innocent. Including Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi, they all came together on their own.

He never takes the initiative, refuses, or makes promises easily, but is a responsible man.

He has a lot of experience in being what women call a bastard. But as a person lives in the world for a long time, he will know more about the profound and the superficial. When it becomes a habit, it becomes an addiction that he doesn't want to quit. He really can't help it, and he doesn't want to...

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