What's on Jasmine's mind- My leader, my regiment follow-up

(One)

The soldiers carried Si Long back to the station as quickly as possible and as smoothly as possible.Immediately, Silong was immediately sent to the operating table in the field hospital.Krupp accompanied me, waiting quietly outside the operating room, while most of the other brothers followed Milong to watch the interrogation of the prisoners.

When the soldiers came back, it was already dark, but now, it is already full of stars.The camp of the Field Army was hidden in a forest in North Vietnam, and there was no sound at night except for the sound of the wind and the chirping of insects.

The soldiers of the reconnaissance company went back to the camp to sleep according to the instructor's request, but almost no one fell asleep that night.The soldiers are concerned about their company commander. They feel that the company commander is not only a leader, but also like a brother, more like their relatives, so they are eagerly looking forward to the arrival of dawn, looking forward to getting the company commander's surgery. after the news.

The company instructor and three platoon leaders stood outside the operating room, anxiously waiting for news.When the stars gradually disappeared and the sky gradually brightened, I finally saw Silong being pushed out.The operation has been going on for hours and is now finally over.

"The bullet has been taken out, but it has not passed the dangerous period. It depends on the post-care situation." The attending doctor said to the instructor with a tired and serious face.

I watched Silong being pushed to the simple ward, still in a daze in my heart, at this time, Milong came back with a group of old cannon fodder.

(two)

"Head, why is that bastard called a Yankee...Richard, he looks like a Chinese face, but what he does is not a Chinese thing!" Bula came to me and muttered in a low voice.

"Commander, he has explained everything about the prisoner. He is indeed a Chinese. He can remember some Chinese, but he can't speak fluently. His surname is very strange, and we didn't remember it. We only know that his English name is Richard. During the interrogation, he said that his biological father was an overseas Chinese from Burma, and he died during the Japanese invasion of China and Burma, and after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, he went to the United States with his mother and stepfather.” Chief Ayi added on the sidelines .

I looked at Milong. After Milong came back, he sat on a tree stump by the edge of the forest, with a gloomy face all the time, without making a sound.

I winked at the cannon fodder, silently walked to Milong's side, and sat down.

"That boy said that he still remembers that his biological father seems to be named Lei." Mi Long glanced at me and said sullenly.

"Then it must be Lei Bao'er?!" I took his words, wondering how Milong felt at the moment?

"By the way, how is your Bao'er? I mean Silong." Milong suddenly remembered and asked anxiously.

"Just after the operation, the bullet was taken out, but it's not out of danger yet. It depends on how the post-care is going? Eh, blah, blah." I said with a wry smile.

(three)

The old cannon fodder surrounded us. They knew that Milong and I felt uncomfortable that night, so they didn't speak easily.

At the end of the boredom, Milong couldn't help it: "You bastard, what's going on? You said, Lei Bao'er went to the United States with his stepfather, so he went to the United States. Why did he join the army? A pilot? It’s okay to be a pilot, why did he join the war and fight on the Vietnam battlefield? How could he do this? I just can’t figure it out! Why is he not patriotic at all?”

I glared at Milong and said, "If he is an American citizen, he is right from his standpoint. Why isn't he patriotic? He loves America and is loyal to America. "

Milong was in a hurry: "But I'm talking about China, China. Even if he becomes an American citizen, even if he joins the American army, he can't fly a bomber to bomb China! After all, this is his motherland, so even if he wants to be loyal to the new The country, but don’t forget your origins! Doesn’t he know where his ancestors are?” Milong looked at me, with distressed and puzzled eyes.

I patted Milong's shoulder lightly, and couldn't think of any words to comfort him for a moment.Although this stubborn Malaysian monkey has not been Lei Baoer's father Long for a long time, he really regards Lei Baoer as his own child, no wonder he is so heartbroken.

Seeing his sad appearance, I couldn't bear to comfort him, I searched my memory for all the information related to Lei Bao'er, and then I said: "Milong, don't be too sad. Fortunately, Lei Baoer's feelings for you are unquestionable. After all, he avenged his father Long. God willing……"

"What are you talking about? This is all about where? Am I the one who doesn't understand reason?" The Malaysian monkey was anxious, jumped up immediately, and shook his fist at me: "Lei Baoer and Your Yuan Baoer, what enmity do these two children have? On the battlefield, the two armies meet and each is the master, and that is not a personal enmity. Besides, do we have any enmity? It really will be retribution to the next generation ? Don't think, I don't understand this reason.

I know, you are trying to widen my heart.I just can't figure it out, even if Lei Baoer is an American, how can he turn around and deal with China? ..."

"Yeah," I continued Milong's words, "I can't figure it out, no matter what arrangement God wants to make, but why didn't I block that bullet for him? What more, I am the guardian god of the battlefield... "

After a moment of silence, I went on to say: "Milong, Milong, don't be sad. Fortunately, the People's Liberation Army has policies for treating prisoners. I believe they will abide by the Geneva Convention. Your Bao'er just lost his freedom for a while. After all, he wasn't injured, and he won't... die." Speaking of this, thinking of my Bao'er, I couldn't help but feel so sad that I couldn't continue...