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"Click...click!"

Ding Weiguo tried many times.

I want to light the frozen match in my hand.

However, after destroying several of them, Ding Weiguo also completely gave up the idea of ​​lighting a match and smoking a cigarette.

"Bah, it's so cold... I can't even light a fire."

Ding Weiguo threw the match on the ground with an annoyed look on his face.

Dadalia on the side picked up the match.

He first put it in his hand and covered it for a while.

Let the frost fade from above.

After trying it many times, a spark suddenly struck.

"Oh oh oh!"

Upon seeing this, Ding Weiguo immediately took out his cigarette and lit it.

Then he greedily took a big sip.

Finally, he exhaled a long and comfortable breath of smoke.

“So comfortable...”

Ding Weiguo sat back in front of the stone.

While watching the figures of the soldiers running back and forth.

While enjoying the hard-won tranquility.

"Try it?" Ding Weiguo handed the cigarette to Dadalia who was sitting next to him.

Dadalia shook her head.

"No...I hate this smell."

"It smells as bad as the smoke after the artillery fire on the position."

Ding Weiguo grinned when he heard this and started smoking a cigarette.

"You, talk to that scholar and get rid of these literary people."

Dadalia knew that Ding Weiguo was talking about Guo Haitao.

"Squad leader, if I... react quickly, I can stop him."

Ding Weiguo didn't reply.

Just smoking quietly alone.

Enjoy the process of the nicotine tar entering the lungs from your bronchus, then turning into a useless thick smoke and then blowing out of your mouth.

"I don't blame you...I can't blame you..."

"He came here with good consciousness. At least I can be proud of him."

Dadalia looked at Ding Weiguo's back and was speechless for a moment.

"Where's the second pillar?"

"He is doing a good job helping the health workers take care of the injured...the health workers praise him for his diligence."

"Very good...very good."

The squad leader looked at the morning sun and suddenly felt a little comfortable.

It's just that the smoke is a bit bitter, this smoke...

too poor.

"Do you understand now...why we have to fight?"

"I probably...understand a lot."

"Are you homesick?"

Dadalia thought for a moment, then nodded in approval.

"It's okay, I will go back, I will."

Dadalia was speechless and watched the morning sun rise quietly.

After a while, he suddenly asked.

"Squad leader, how did you join the army?"

Ding Weiguo took a long puff of cigarette and then spit it out.

"Strong man."

"what?"

Dadalia was confused.

Strong man?

How did a strong man join the army?

Then, Ding Weiguo continued to answer.

"I forgot that day in 49. I was looking for work on the street, and a few bald soldiers came."

"They told me to reach out and see how high it is, so I stretched out my hand."

"They told me to stretch higher, so I did."

"Then...this group of people said they wanted to join the army and were immediately arrested."

"Yeah, when I got there, I realized that there was a large group of strong men like me who were captured like this."

When talking about this past event, Ding Weiguo's face was full of anger.

Judging from his expression, he wanted to tear the soldiers who captured him into pieces.

In 49, the bald man could no longer win.

Catching young men is a daily operation.

It was common for Ding Weiguo, who was captured as a young man, to be forced to follow his troops and be beaten everywhere.

"I forgot where it is. We have been under siege for three months."

"There is no food in the city, and even a mouse has become a delicacy."

"He wanted to drop supplies, but the aircraft did not dare to drop them at low altitude because of the People's Liberation Army's anti-aircraft guns at the time, so he dropped them at a very high altitude."

"The results were all given to the People's Liberation Army."

"Good guy, every now and then, a guy with pork stewed with vermicelli will be shouting in front of the tower."

"That officer is also a pig. We almost didn't want to turn him into pork."

Ding Weiguo rolled out another cigarette as he spoke.

And Dadalia also helped him light it up very wisely.

"What then?"

"Later, after being besieged for a long time, we directly tied up the officer. Then he surrendered."

Well, there's a mutiny in the army.

"After we're done, the People's Liberation Army will give us a delicious meal."

"I was like a person who hadn't seen pork in ten years. I almost fell into the hot pot."

When he said this, Ding Weiguo couldn't help but laugh.

It seemed that he was laughing at his slovenliness and desolation at that time.

Dadalia did not interrupt his memories, but listened quietly.

At this time... just be a good listener.

"Then a squad leader came and pulled it open for me. They told me, 'You are like a pig when you eat like this. How can the people behind you eat? Get a bowl and serve it slowly.'"

"I just did what I was told, and when it was my turn, the squad leader saw it was me and gave me an extra spoonful."

"That was the most filling meal I've had in half a year."

As Ding Weiguo spoke, his tone actually became gentle.

"Then how did you join the Chinese Army?"

Hearing this question, Ding Weiguo's thoughts returned to that afternoon two years ago.

He wolfed down the food, but after a break, he ran to the squad leader before he could even swallow the food.

"Class... Hiccup! Squad leader! You... Hiccup! Are you still missing someone?"

The monitor looked him up and down.

"It's okay, but I feel like you can't afford it, so what should I do?"

"It's okay. I'll eat less. I'll just eat enough with you."

The monitor was unhappy after hearing this.

The squad leader said: "You don't join our People's Liberation Army just to have enough to eat!"

Ding Weiguo was puzzled at the time.

Why would I fight with you if I didn't have enough to eat?

When fighting a bald man, everyone knows that they will give you two nests.

"What's that for?"

"In order to let everyone in the world have enough to eat."

It was like a thunderbolt hitting Ding Weiguo's Tianling Cap directly from the sky.

A shock and a sense of enlightenment came from deep within my bones.

So this is what the People's Liberation Army means?

At that time, Ding Weiguo was still a little puzzled. After all, he subjectively did not want to fight.

But he felt that the People's Liberation Army could feed him.

So he spoke next.

"Monitor, I still don't understand, but I want to join you."

"It's okay if you don't understand, but why do you want to join?"

"Because I want my mother and the people in my hometown in the Northeast to have food."

"That's right, come on."

My thoughts once again returned to this clear sky and snowy land.

Ding Weiguo touched his pocket and found that the cigarette was gone.

He smiled.

"So I joined the People's Liberation Army and fought for half a year before they went to the island."

Times have changed, probably a long time has passed.

Only then did this man, who just wanted to eat, understand why he wanted to join this group of seemingly poor people.

"What happened to that squad leader?"

"Sacrificed, died in the battle across the river."

Dadalia didn't know.

It was the last war of liberation before the founding of the People's Republic of China.

In other words, the squad leader died on the eve of the founding of New China.

What followed was silence between the two parties.

Ding Weiguo thought for a long time. He thought of his father dying in the snow of the Northeast Anti-Japanese War.

He then thought about why his second uncle, whom he did not understand, had to join the underground party and died under the torture of the military commander.

But now that I think about it, everything seems to make sense.

"Comrade Ke, don't let Comrade Guo die in vain."

For the first time, Dadalia heard Ding Weiguo call him comrade.

Very solemn.

For a moment, Dadalia finally understood the heaviness of this title.

"I see."

"As long as you understand, my comrade."

(Historically, Changjin Lake was actually a few days earlier than the Battle of Songgu Peak, but for the sake of plot arrangement, I wrote the latter first)

(In addition, because I am currently out of town, the next chapter begins with the Battle of Changjin Lake. Thank you for your support)

(Quietly: I hope you won’t find my drama boring...)