Chapter 118: Fifty-two years have passed in the blink of an eye! [Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly ticket!] [This chapter is recommended to be watched together with Grandma (Patriotic Edition). 】 the following few days. Fang Haoran, the battalion commander who has always had a low presence in the recruit camp, taught all the recruits a solid lesson! Can’t eat fried noodles? Three meals of fried noodles a day, if you have the guts, don’t eat it! To use Fang Haoran's original words, "I don't think you're hungry yet. If you're really hungry, you can just fry some dung eggs!" This may sound a bit rude, but it's true. Although fried noodles may taste unpalatable, they are definitely a qualified staple food and have a high calorie content, otherwise they would not have been chosen as military rations back then. After going hungry for a few meals, the recruits got used to this kind of food. Some even liked to carry some fried noodles with them and take them out as snacks when they were tired! Of course, Fang Haoran would not let the recruits eat only fried noodles.
Because eating too much of this can cause internal heat and it does not contain any vitamins. If you eat it for a long time, you will suffer from night blindness, bleeding gums and other diseases caused by vitamin deficiency. As the saying goes, "make up for what you lack." Fang Haoran’s solution to the problem was to provide the recruits with extra wild vegetables every day. Occasionally there would be a whole stewed potato, frozen hard, euphemistically called "improvement in food." When Zhao Weihong saw the wild vegetables, she was stunned. She thought to herself, where did Fang Haoran get the wild vegetables in this heavy snow? Zhao Weihong had once asked Fang Haoran about this out of curiosity, but Fang Haoran always answered with confidence. "Wei Hong, this is wild vegetable!" "Just eat it, it's very nutritious!" Zhao Weihong doesn’t know whether it is nutritious or not. But this thing really had no taste. It was just washed leafy vegetables scalded in boiling water and then served to these new recruits. Fortunately, the fried noodles were still a bit salty. Zhao Weihong had an idea and made wild vegetable dumplings with fried noodles and wild vegetables. They tasted quite delicious! During the training, from time to time you could see Zhao Weihong taking out a wild vegetable dumpling from his bag with one hand, and chewing it while carrying the flag. It tasted so delicious! Now it was Fang Haoran's turn to be shocked, thinking that the "bitter memory and sweet thoughts meal" he had carefully prepared seemed to be of no use to Zhao Weihong? Is this thing really that delicious? With suspicion, Fang Haoran decided to give it a try and asked Zhao Weihong to give him the whole wild vegetable dumpling. After taking a bite, Fang Haoran looked normal, and even did not forget to praise Zhao Weihong for really being able to give full play to the subjective initiative of a revolutionary soldier and being able to make ordinary food extraordinary! But when he turned around, Fang Haoran hurried to an empty corner, held onto a tree trunk and vomited violently, his heart filled with fear of surviving a disaster! It can combine two very unpalatable foods to make them even more unpalatable, and it makes people eat them very enthusiastically. "Captain Wei." "Just tell me if you have anything to say!" Wei Gang was still angry at this time, and his tone was not very good, revealing a kind of coldness that kept people at a distance. But Fang Haoran did not argue with him, but spoke seriously. "Has this soldier Wei Hong always been so worry-free?"
Wei Gang: “.” The two people who had been "confronting each other in the regiment headquarters" not long ago, now just stood there, staring at each other in silence. As they looked at each other, they felt for the first time in their lives that the other person actually looked quite pleasing to the eye. In short, when it comes to "eating", Fang Haoran should forget about teaching Zhao Weihong. It is true that people of Zhao Weihong's generation have not suffered any hardship at this age, except for some material shortages. But this does not mean that Zhao Weihong has not suffered. What’s just fried noodles? It’s better than starving, right? When Zhao Weihong was in the most difficult time, he could only drink tap water to fill his stomach for three consecutive days! Again! What kind of hardships has Zhao Weihong not endured? No matter how hard life in the army is, can it be harder than working in a factory? This is the biggest reason why Zhao Weihong can enjoy the hard life in the army! As for the other subjects of the training, they were nothing in Zhao Weihong's eyes. It's nothing more than forced marches and rapid marches, interspersed with "low crawl and advance" from time to time, and occasional practice of emergency protection. Zhao Weihong had already mastered these subjects in the camp, so how could they be difficult for him? And because he was carrying the regiment flag. Zhao Weihong had no chance to take many subjects. He often turned around and looked happily at the other recruits who were in a mess due to Fang Haoran's various orders, and nibbled on wild vegetable dumplings by the way. Zhao Weihong’s biggest trouble may be carrying the flag. But after Zhao Weihong got used to it, the weight of the military flag was nothing. As the training was drawing to a close, Zhao Weihong couldn't help but laugh at how nervous he was a few days ago. Before departure, Wei Gang and Shi Jidong made a big fuss, suspending training and delaying getting up, creating a full sense of "ritual"! Zhao Weihong was so frightened that he was trembling with fear and walked on thin ice. He thought he was about to face the biggest challenge of his military career! Now looking at it, it’s nothing, right? It's obvious that we are here to enjoy the scenery! Thinking of this, Zhao Weihong smiled and shook his head, enjoying the magnificent scenery of "thousands of miles of ice and tens of thousands of miles of snow". He unconsciously quickened his pace, making the listless recruits behind him curse him in anger. Don’t think that Zhao Weihong doesn’t take the training seriously. But the other recruits don’t have his ability! Even if Fang Haoran didn't have those fancy tricks. The total distance of 210 kilometers is enough to make the recruits question their lives! Before they reached halfway, many recruits had blisters on their feet, and every step they took was excruciatingly painful. In more serious cases, the crotch will be bloodied, with shocking bloodstains all over the inner thighs. The patient dares not even wear underwear and can only move forward with his legs apart and a grimace on his face, looking as if he has suffered a cerebral thrombosis. During this period, Fang Haoran's methods became the last straw that broke the camel's back for the recruits. During their breaks, they either cursed Fang Haoran or Zhao Weihong, or both of them together. Because apart from cursing, they have no other way to vent. Every day when they get up from their cold sleeping bags, they are greeted by a new twenty kilometers. But it is precisely because of the difficulties encountered along the way. The military skills that the recruits once learned for no reason gradually became their instincts. At least when the command "get down" sounded, the recruits knew to crawl down on the spot and immediately find a suitable cover to hide without the help of the squad leader's "big flying kick". Therefore, training is a process of continuous transformation.
It is also called by many as the real "rite of passage" for soldiers. And now, their transformation is coming to an end. "Move quickly!" "Work harder!" "We've come this far, can't we hold on for the last few steps?" "Wei Hong, speed up, raise the flag higher!" "Yes!" Next to Zhao Weihong, there was no longer the seemingly endless snow and dense forest. But the towering buildings and surprised pedestrians! This was the first time that Zhao Weihong carried a military flag and marched through the city in broad daylight. In the past, if he had to pass through the urban area, Fang Haoran would dispatch military vehicles and pass through the urban area as quickly as possible so as not to cause trouble to the people. And now, Fang Haoran seemed to have put aside his worries, and he was marching forward with big strides, facing the people's gazes that were mixed with surprise and admiration! The eyes of the people seem to be the best medicine in the world. The recruits forgot the pain in their bodies and marched towards the end of the training with high spirits and vigor. Just like fifty-two years ago! while walking. Fang Haoran, who was following Zhao Weihong, suddenly stopped. Zhao Weihong, who was carrying the military flag and walking in the front, looked up. Finally they saw the end of their journey. Yalu River, Broken Bridge. Zhao Weihong also noticed that there were a number of military green trucks and buses parked in the open space not far from the bridge head, as if waiting for their arrival. "Standing!" The loud command cut through the sky, causing the entire team to stop instantly. Without Fang Haoran's order, the company commanders seemed to know what they should do. They immediately formed a team, divided into companies, and under the leadership of Zhao Weihong, no, under the flag named "Shaanxi-Gansu Heroes", they stepped onto the broken bridge where their ancestors had once rushed to the battlefield! There is no one to guide. When the recruits stepped onto the bridge, they couldn't help but look up at the plaque above which was engraved with the words "Broken Bridge of Yalu River". And the steel frames all over the bridge are full of traces of time. "Do you know where these sunken marks came from?" Hearing this, Zhao Weihong shook her head in confusion, but she already had a guess in her mind. "These are the bullet marks left behind after the artillery fire." “It’s proof that we once set out from here to defend our country.”
After calmly explaining to Zhao Weihong the history carried by these bullet holes, Fang Haoran paused, and the commands that he had been suppressing all the way burst out from his chest! "Standing!" There were other tourists passing by on the bridge at this time. But they did not disturb the normal march of the queue. Instead, they spontaneously made way for the queue. The team gradually gathered. Fang Haoran did not use the intercom, but trotted with Zhao Weihong, letting all the recruits look at the military flag with completely different moods, while roaring at the top of his lungs! "Fifty-two years ago!" “It is on this bridge that our regiment goes to the battlefield to defend our country!” "At that time, there were many soldiers in the regiment who were the same age as you are now, or even younger than you!" "At the command of the motherland, they stepped onto the battlefield without hesitation!" “Some of them have returned.” "But more people left their passion and love for the motherland on the other side of the river!" "call." Fang Haoran seemed unable to control his emotions. He suddenly let out a long sigh and tried hard to hold back the tears that were welling up in his eyes. Zhao Weihong was already in tears at this moment. Zhao Weihong had long been aware of the heroic and outstanding history of the 347th Regiment, and had been in awe of the heroes and models whose deeds were simply unimaginable to ordinary people. But none of those times could have touched Zhao Weihong the way she does now! Standing on this bridge that was broken by the war, this bridge that my ancestors once walked on. Zhao Weihong's tears couldn't stop flowing! Even the tourists passing by had tears on their faces, as if they were remembering those fiery years! After calming down, Fang Haoran gathered his emotions and roared passionately at all the recruits who had red eyes and clenched fists! "Fifty-two years later, you are back here again!" "If the motherland needs you, are you willing to go to distant places again and carry forward the legacy of your ancestors?" What responded to Fang Haoran was a roar like a tsunami! "Ready at all the time!" "If war comes, are you willing to use your lives to build the last line of defense for the motherland and the people?" "Ready at all the time!" "To the left!" “Salute to our ancestors who were unable to return!” Following Fang Haoran's command, Zhao Weihong held the flag in his left hand and raised his right hand high, and saluted towards the other end of the broken bridge with the most solemn military salute of his life! sunset.
The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on Zhao Weihong's body, making him reflect golden light. Zhao Weihong's tears have been frozen by the north wind. But Zhao Weihong did not feel the slightest bit of coldness, she only felt that there was a flame burning in her heart. Intensified! This chapter is a long chapter that connects the previous and the next. I wrote it a little slowly, so please forgive me, brothers! There will be another chapter soon, and a new climax is coming soon! Without further ado, brothers, please give me your monthly votes! (End of this chapter)
