Great Power Army Reclamation

My wife looked at Ye Wancheng's face carefully for a while and nodded:

"Didn't he retire early? Why is he so busy?"

Wei Quanyou sighed: "We all have our own persistence, but I insist on things that are within my scope, while what he insists on is at a level that is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

My wife seemed to understand, but she didn’t seem to understand. But I still obeyed and went to milk the cow.

The sun rises later in northern Xinjiang than in the mainland, and it doesn't get bright until eight o'clock here. By this time Wei Quanyou and his wife had already gotten up.

My wife makes breakfast again, while Wei Quanyou arranges the national flag. For decades, it was an essential item for him every day, no matter how bad the weather.

Originally, he wanted to raise the flag according to their time like the national flag class in Beijing, but the two-hour time difference made it impossible for him.

So, he chose the moment when the sun was just about to rise to start raising the flag, because the flag was the sun in his heart.

The sound of music woke up the hungover Ye Wancheng. When he saw Wei Quanyou playing with the national flag, he jumped up from the bed and almost missed his waist.

So, one of the two veterans served as a flag-raiser, and the other stood in a standard military posture and raised a red flag with a red star high amidst the loud national anthem.

Wei Quanyou's wife also ran out quickly and stood behind Ye Wancheng. Although her waist was a little stooped and her legs were shaking, her saluting hand was as steady as a statue.

Ye Wancheng's eyes were a little moist. He couldn't remember how many years he had not participated in the flag-raising ceremony.

Although this ceremony is simple, the passionate music and the rising flag will make people excited every time!

It wasn't until the bright five-star red flag flew at the top of the flagpole for a while and made a huffing sound that Ye Wancheng finally calmed down.

Wei Quanyou looked at his old comrade with satisfaction and said, "How are you, little Ye Zi? Does it feel good?"

Ye Wancheng nodded heavily. He had not been so excited for a long time, not even when he went to receive the Nobel Prize. In fact, it is because the bonus is too small.

When people live, they need some spiritual things, which are actually beliefs and ideals. Once these are missing, you will become a zombie.

As for Ye Wancheng and his generation, since they have assumed the identity of military reclamation warriors, their main task is naturally to protect and build this land.

Seeing that Ye Wancheng looked a little sad, Wei Quanyou patted him on the shoulder:

"Okay Ye Zi, I'll be responsible for the defense, and you guys will be responsible for the construction. You're already good enough."

Although Wei Quanyou's words were sincere, Ye Wancheng still felt guilty. He felt that compared with Wei Quanyou, he was still missing something.

Seeing Wei Quanyou packing his things and preparing to patrol the border, Ye Wancheng also put a water bottle on his horse and asked to go with him.

Wei Quanyou looked suspicious and asked with some uncertainty:

"Are you sure you can walk ten kilometers?"

Ye Wancheng puffed up his chest: "Who do you look down on? I'm younger than you!"

Wei Quanyou didn't comment, but he didn't stop him. Maybe in his heart, he felt that Ye Wancheng should take this trip, right?

There were two steamed buns per person, and my wife specially packed the drained soup of the finger meat that she had not finished yesterday for them.

She was afraid that Ye Wancheng wouldn't be able to chew dry steamed buns and pickles. After all, she had never suffered hardship in so many years.

Before leaving, Wei Quanyou thought for a moment and put a small mat on the cow's back. This black-and-white cow was specially sent to him by Ye Wancheng by asking Chi Na'er.

Wei Quanyou was still carrying his semi-automatic rifle, while Ye Wancheng was carrying his Lao Wusi. This gun had been with him for decades, but it was still as good as new.

Ye Wancheng had not walked this road for decades. It was better to say that it was a path that Wei Quanyou had trodden with his footsteps.

The land along this stretch of border is very barren, even the pasture is sparse and low to the ground.

However, the cows and sheep were used to this kind of pasture, so they put their lips to the ground and gnawed hard. And following Wei Quanyou's rhythm, he ate while walking, never stopping just because there was more grass.

Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar scenery, Ye Wancheng subconsciously took out a cigarette, but his pocket was empty.

Only then did he realize that he had quit smoking long ago after the lung cancer surgery.

However, walking on this road, if smoke comes to accompany you, it will feel a little less interesting.

Wei Quanyou seemed to understand his thoughts. He took out an iron box at the right time and took out a piece of paper cut from the reference message.

Ye Wancheng hesitated for a moment, and Wei Quanyou laughed and said:

"What, are you afraid of death? How old are you? Can you still not see through this kind of thing?"

Ye Wancheng smiled bitterly and shook his head, took the note, poured a pinch of Mohe cigarettes from the iron box, and rolled them up skillfully.

Although I haven't smoked this thing for more than ten years, my skills in rolling cigarettes have not declined at all. I bit off the unscrewed tip with my teeth, then lit it close to the fire Wei Quanyou handed me, took a beautiful puff, and then my head suddenly Dizzy.

Wei Quanyou laughed "haha": "Young man, you get drunk even if you smoke. You are the same as when you first smoked!"

Ye Wancheng threw away the cigarette in his hand and smiled bitterly, then he remembered that this guy was the one who instigated him to smoke in the first place.

The road undulates along with the mountains, but the altitude is not high. Dots of green grass and wild flowers of various colors are like paint on this sandy grassland, giving this originally barren land the color of life.

Wei Quanyou smoked Mohe cigarettes one after another, as if he wanted to keep the air and smoke in his lungs.

The Friesian cow became the leader of this small group. It always walked at the front. Once any arrogant cow or sheep passed it, it would roar.

Its pace is very steady and its speed is moderate, and it will never let Wei Quanyou fail to keep up.

Ye Wancheng asked curiously: "Why don't you raise a few shepherd dogs?"

Wei Quanyou shook his head: "I haven't raised any tigers since they died."

Ye Wancheng was silent. It turned out that this old man was not willing to face separation between life and death!

At this time, a pair of patrolling soldiers walked across from them. They saluted Wei Quanyou together, and then asked with concern:

"Old squad leader, are your injuries healed? Are you coming to patrol so soon?"

Wei Quanyou stretched out his arm to show off his muscles:

"With my old arms and legs, a little skin injury is not worth mentioning."

The platoon leader carefully examined the gauze that Wei Quanyou was still wrapped in with concern:

"Old monitor, starting from tomorrow, I will ask the hygienist to change it for you regularly."

Wei Quanyou did not refuse and nodded in agreement.

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