[Soldier Doujin] Inscribed

Section No.30

The successive incidents made Gao Jianguo very busy. Many times he could hardly remember how long the time had passed. He just immersed himself in the work at hand. Sometimes when he raised his head to rest for a while, he heard the sound of training outside. His mood can't help but feel better.

Although there were many problems, he worked hard, and his superiors also gave him great support. Not only did he agree to all his proposals, but also his idea of ​​forming a new special reconnaissance brigade was accepted by his superiors. .The construction of the army and the reform under the new establishment are all moving towards realization step by step.

He was delighted to see all this going smoothly, and worked hard for further development.

Then, there are always problems in the days, and the problems always come at unexpected times. Another year, the summer of 1989, is another day that people will never forget.

Gao Jianguo didn't pay much attention when he first received the warning order from his superiors. After all, this is considered normal. A founding father passed away. .

But no one thought that the death of the old man, together with some injustices in the society at that time, and under the instigation and instigation of some foreign forces, coupled with the enthusiasm of some hot-headed students, caused a shocking incident that shocked the whole country. event.

When Gao Jianguo and the others received the dispatch order, they did not expect such a big commotion. At that time, they only asked them to serve as a reserve team to maintain order on the scene. All of them didn't care too much. They only knew that they were facing a group of young people. The passionate college students are just some students who want to make an appeal.

Under what circumstances did things change, almost no one can tell clearly. All they can see is that the students who were just enthusiastically chanting slogans and giving suggestions turned into lawless thugs in the blink of an eye. , They rushed to the police and armed police soldiers maintaining order, holding iron rods and stones from nowhere in their hands, and beat the officers and soldiers viciously, causing chaos on the scene.

The soldiers guarding the outside of the square were so crowded by the crowd that they could hardly move after hearing the sound of something wrong, and it was impossible for them to really drive in with their cars. When they were ordered to come over, the guns in their hands were all It was empty, not to mention blank ammunition, there was no bullet in it at all, and the crowd pushing and shoving squeezed the soldiers outside, and the soldiers tried to squeeze in, and the chaotic situation continued.

All kinds of voices mixed together to form a huge voice, so that Gao Jianguo couldn't hear his own voice at all. He and his subordinates anxiously tried to stop the rushing crowd, but the torrent of crowd crowded each other , Pushing and shoving, the cordon formed by rows of soldiers who were originally connected together was pushed away, chaos, only chaos.

Screams and roars surrounded the entire square, and the world was in chaos.

Gao Jianguo's uniform was soaked with sweat, and he didn't even know how to deal with the stones and sticks thrown at him. What he was facing was not an enemy, but students, some students who had become crazy, these were their compatriots Brother, no matter how tenacious and powerful they usually train, but for these ordinary students, no means can be used on them!

"...Crazy, all crazy~~~"

The railway yelled and squeezed over, "What should we do? What should we do?"

The voice he yelled in Gao Jianguo's ear changed its tune.

"No matter what, you can't fight against mass opponents."

Gritting his teeth, his eyes were about to burst, Gao Jianguo's eyes were blood red, and he also knew that in this situation, any order he said would kill someone, but this was the only way he could handle it.

"How is this possible? Could it be that we just..."

The railway couldn't go on shouting anymore. With red eyes, he looked back at his soldiers being squeezed by the crowd in the black tide, and the green uniforms were almost submerged.

"What are you yelling at, we are soldiers, not butchers who attack our own people. This is an order!"

A stone flew over and hit Gao Jianguo on the head. His hat had already disappeared, and he was hit so hard that he almost lost his voice.

But he just raised his head, grabbed the collar of the railway, and shouted, "Pass it down, don't fight with the masses, even if you die, you can't fight."

Tie Tie's face was livid, and the corners of his lips were bloodshot, "Yes, I know."

That day, almost no one remembers how Qing passed, and what remains in people's memory is only chaos, blood and pain.

And at the end of the day, when the lost comrades were found, holding the corpses of the comrades tightly, the railway burst into tears.

Instead of dying on the battlefield or at the hands of the enemy, our soldiers fell at the hands of our compatriots. What kind of sadness and helplessness is this.

Why did this happen? We asked ourselves a lot. Some people said that it was because the hostile forces were determined to kill me. Others said that it was because the students were instigated by others to get hotheaded. No matter what the saying was, the last thing they could remember was, Only sadness.

When a country wants peace and development, it faces not only economics and politics, but also various complex environments, internal and external, and these are just explained by the simple reason of promoting development through peace , is definitely not enough.

Our enemies are many, our goals are still far away, and our strength is still too weak. If we want to be strong, then we must fight harder, with the enemy, with ourselves...

Because justice only belongs to the winner!

Gao Jianguo wrote this sum heavily on the paper.

In the same year, the Special Reconnaissance Brigade was established. The first team leader was not Gao Jianguo, because he was promoted again. The independent brigade, which had been established for three years, was expanded again and became an independent division. In the same year, Gao Jianguo, who had just turned 40, was promoted to division commander.

However, this special reconnaissance brigade, built by Gao Jianguo himself, quickly demonstrated their strength in various competitions and exercises, especially in the aspects of attacking the enemy's deep and key targets, attacking the top and winning the battle. They have recognized their greatest characteristics and won praises from all sides. Therefore, they were immediately drawn out from the independent division and became the exclusive special brigade of the military region. They were also given the privilege of selecting excellent soldiers in the entire military region. Since then, they have become the big "robbers" hated by everyone in the military region, and the name of ghosts and sorrows has been passed down to the world since then.

Of course, these are all for later.

Just in 1990, the war that had been fought for many years finally came to an end.

When Gao Jianguo received this news, his heart was very peaceful.

The war has been going on for so many years, consuming countless manpower, material resources, and financial resources. How many families have been separated, how many people have disappeared there, and how many people are enduring the torture of pain, living an ordinary life in an ordinary life. day.

And all this, because of what?

Gao Jianguo has been thinking about everything he has gone through in these years.

Restarting peace negotiations is a matter for the country, and he has something to do.

Before the first expedition, I found a group photo of all the officers and soldiers of their battalion. In the black and white photos, most of the people with bright smiles on the small faces that are almost invisible can not be seen.The second one, new troops, new people, still smiling brightly, also the same, so much less.

There are also black and white photos one after another, soldiers in twos and threes hooking their shoulders and arms, smiling so brightly and brilliantly, they are smiling at the camera, their young faces are full of youth.

Looking at these photos, Gao Jianguo burst into tears.

He is going to welcome back those brothers who were sleeping in a foreign country. The war is over and our brothers can go home.

Brother, we're here to take you home! ! !

END

☆、Extra: Pumpkin Legend

Spoiler: Pumpkin Legend

Gao Jianguo has been a little depressed recently, but it's really nothing serious. It's just that the cooking team had a pumpkin feast recently, which made him a little bit hard to swallow.

Speaking of which, Gao Jianguo's parents were both from a small capitalist family in the old society, and they always cared about food. During Gao Jianguo's growing up years, although it was impossible to have good food due to limited conditions, his parents still tried their best. He makes simple food into various patterns. Therefore, even though he has experienced the era of hunger and war life, Gao Jianguo will inevitably be a little particular about his diet as long as he has the conditions.

In fact, this is nothing, as long as it is a human being, who can not have a little hobby!

However, this is exactly what Gao Jianguo suffers from. In order to save money, the troops have engaged in agricultural construction, not only growing grain, raising chickens and pigs, but also growing vegetables. Raising Yihuo’s pumpkins, no, this year’s pumpkin harvest is bumper. In order to eat these harvested pumpkins, they not only sent a bunch of pumpkins to each household, the cooking class also launched a series of competitions to see who made it Pumpkin meals are the best looking and delicious.

This pumpkin is rich in nutrients and is a good thing.

But no one can take it for a week, right?ah, right?

…………

What, head, what are you talking about?This pumpkin is so delicious.

That's right, head, the pumpkin porridge is delicious.

The pumpkin cup is delicious!

That is, sweet and fragrant, delicious!

……

Hey, Xiucai, why don't you eat, eat quickly, you have to go to a meeting after eating!

Gao Jianguo kept his face calm, swallowed in pain, and thought indignantly, next year I will definitely not let them grow this stuff.

Ah, by the way, Xiucai, I asked them to deliver the pumpkins to your family. Later, you can eat this sweet pumpkin at home, brother, I am so proud!

……

When I got home, Gao Jianguo, who was instructed by his wife to peel the pumpkin, secretly made up his mind, I peeled, I peeled the pumpkin to death, shit, if I don’t kill you, I won’t be called Gao Jianguo...

Thus, the pumpkin legend began...

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In Kunming in the early spring, the weather was a bit abnormal. The owner of a small shoe store at Xiaojiekou looked out from the front with a troubled expression on his face.

"It's raining again."

He sighed, and wiped off the water droplets falling from the eaves on the glass cabinet with a rag.

This is a small shop of less than ten square meters. Behind the narrow storefront, a small part is covered by a cloth curtain. The exposed area is densely packed with all kinds of shoes. The owner is not too old. He looks about three years old. Around ten or so, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were deep, and his back was a little bent, obviously bent by life. When he walked from behind the cabinet to the door, he could find that his legs and feet were a little lame.

Someone yelled something from behind the house, and he turned his head a little helplessly, "What are you yelling?"

"……your phone."

Behind the curtain, a woman poked her head out, and she also had a displeasure on her face.

The man walked back quickly, and now his lameness became more obvious.

In 1991, there were only a handful of ordinary people with telephones, let alone such a rare telephone in such a shoe store that was obviously not doing well.

"...Oh, I see, I'll try my best!"

The man sighed and hung up the phone.

The red dial-up telephone was placed on a table top full of sundries, and the messy objects piled up the place in a mess.

He sat casually on a chair without handles, sighed deeply, then turned around, and pulled out a small drawer under the pile of sundries.

Opening the small lock, there were banknotes of different sizes stuffed inside, and he counted them one by one with his brows furrowed.

The woman just now was his wife. Although she was still young, her face had been sharpened by life. Her eyes were fixed on the man's hand, and the corners of her lips twisted up one after another.

"Apart from your few friends, who else would remember these things, you put a small ticket into it when you earn a small amount of money, do you know that our family still needs to live on this money."

The man didn't look up, "There is a chief coming over this year!"

"Chief, the chief has a fart. He can control your food or clothes. The little you earn is not enough for your annual travel expenses. What do you want to guard?"

The woman's voice was raised.

Zhao Gang, who had been flattening the banknotes with his palms, raised his head. The rough backs of his hands looked dark and old in the dim light. His eyes were a little dazed, but he still shook his head.

"It's not because the chief is coming, but," he looked across the person in front of him, as if he had returned to the not-too-distant past, "brothers are waiting!"

The woman was silent.

She looked at the man she had chosen. He was clumsy, honest, and had a silly smile. He couldn't speak sweet words, and his legs were disabled. Why did she look at him back then?Because he was a hero, girls in that era had a tendency to be heroes, thinking that they who came down from the battlefield were the real heroes in their hearts.

However, when they really live together, when the aura of heroes recedes, what else do they have?

The cruelty of life has worn away the brilliance painted on them, and they are just ordinary people who don't see any characteristics. In life, the brilliance of heroes is useless, but it has become a shackle in their lives.

When Zhao Gang returned home from the army, apart from a second-class medal, a disability certificate, and a disability subsidy of several hundred yuan, the factory arranged by the street had no work, and the wages could not be paid. Later, with the help of his family, Zhao Gang reluctantly opened He used this small shop to make ends meet, and every time he sold a pair of shoes, he took out banknotes of different denominations from the meager profits and put them in a box. Every year in the early spring, he went back with a few old comrades-in-arms. Honoring fallen comrades.

Year after year, living humblely and remembering in the poor days like this, just for the shortest but unforgettable three months in his life...

The rain was getting heavier, and no one held an umbrella in the rain and fog. In front of the quiet tombstone, they stood upright and saluted solemnly.

For the past, for the present, for the future;

For you, for us, for our next generation;

We will always remember you, miss you, our brothers, our comrades in arms;

At this moment, the heaven and the people mourn together, and the rain and tears flow together. We are here and will never forget...