Everyone has a sense of honor and disgrace.

For many big reasons, many people give up honor and disgrace, but when they are not around, will the glory that belongs to them still be buried in the dust?

Perhaps, for those big truths and for those big and big things... you can give up, but this giving up is definitely with blood and tears, and it is definitely not willing to do so.

Everyone is dead, and not regretting the last moment when you close your eyes is already the greatest reward to the country. You are still counting on them and thinking to them, I shouldn’t have those glory made public, just let them leave with me, right?

Yes, just like Lei Feng has only one for decades, moral models need to be a little illusory. Without the seven emotions and six desires, are they still humans?

Zhang Shidong took over the tradition of ninety-nine places. Even if he was dismissed from his post, he would still fulfill his last wish when his brothers and comrades closed their eyes. Dad, mother, your son is good.

There were photos of old guns in the old man's room. There was a photo of a newly enlisted army. He was very young, handsome and energetic. There was also a photo of him, very heroic and energetic.

Zhang Shidong rolled up his sleeves, unbuttoned his watch, revealing the scars under the watch: "Uncle, aunt, bullet, penetration injury."

The two largest cities are the elderly who have seen the county town. At this time, I don’t know what expression to use to face Zhang Shidong’s words. I can’t believe it, but I also know that what he said must be the facts, because he took out a photo with his son.

"Your son is a true hero and the greatest patron saint behind the prosperity of this country. Everyone should thank him. Although his name will never be known to most people, his behavior is worthy of praise."

The old man didn't understand the principles, and his eyes were red for a long time before he asked hesitantly: "Is he the same as Huang Jiguang and Dong Cunrui?"

Zhang Shidong answered them with certainty: "Your son is much greater than them, and we will never forget his name for the rest of our lives."

The old lady held her son's photo and tears flowed down. She didn't understand the value change between honor and life. She just cherished her son's departure.

On the contrary, the old man had some uncertain reaction and glared at his wife: "Why are you crying? Lao 2 is the pride of the family. When the old man's child grows up, I will send him to join the army."

A song that made the old man face the wall for a long time was heard in the village's radio speaker.

"To be honest, I miss home too. The old mother at home is already covered in white hair..."

"If you don't carry a gun, I won't carry a gun. Whoever defends our mother will defend her..."

"To be honest, I'm not stupid either. I know how to fight against the wind and rain on the way to join the army..."

"If you don't stand guard, I won't stand guard. Whoever defends our motherland will defend the home..."

A song that many people don’t feel very much about, but it really sings to some people’s hearts. When they face loneliness in the snow and ice, and when they miss their loved ones silently on the festival where their families celebrate, this song is the best soothing potion, the long border of the motherland, the safety of the 1.3 billion people, and the heavy burden is pressed on their shoulders. Even if they are not understood, even if they are scolded as stupid soldiers, they still have no regrets.

Being a soldier is not a profession, and being a soldier is not a future.

Being a soldier is hard, being a soldier is tiring. Being a real soldier requires courage to persevere, and endure loneliness.

Zhang Shidong didn't say anything more. He stood behind the old man, stood up straight at the old woman who was stroking the mirror frame and giving her most sincere respect with the most standard military gift.

"When the old man's baby grows up, I will send him to join the army."

The white-haired old man used his inner blood and tears to express the proud voice that countless promising sons of heaven and countless successful people could not understand. The simple voice, simple people, and simple insights have made the eternal casting of the country's Great Wall of Steel.

When Zhang Shidong stepped on the dirt road and walked outside the village, he could see two old men standing at the gate of the yard, waving goodbye. At this moment, he did not suppress the tears. Maybe he would come every year, maybe he would not come once for many years, but he would definitely remember that Lao Qian and his family, former comrades-in-arms, goodbye, go all the way.

In the early morning, outside the suburbs of Yanjing, under the moonlight, Zhang Shidong slowly walked up the mountain with a huge bag.

"who?"

Guard with a gun and uninterrupted guard post for 24 hours.

Zhang Shidong handed over his ID. Perhaps other local posters did not recognize his ID, but the military technology of the soldiers who could be on duty here were not to mention the military technology of all the documents that were of sufficient level to enter here in China, and they all knew the authenticity of each ID.

Because here, there are some special people coming to worship every year, not only the top military leaders, but also some figures that can be seen on TV often appear here.

Regarding Zhang Shidong's visit in the early morning, the post here will not ask why, and sporadic curiosity will be under the heart.

The moonlight is very bright, and silver light is spread on the ground, and walking alone in a cemetery, without the courage of some superhumans, is really impossible to do. There are many tombstones here, but no matter what era it was repaired, it is kept clean and tidy. No matter whether it is the worshipper or the guard post here, it is not allowed to become dirty, and the sleeping souls are a little polluted.

Smoke, very ordinary white soft red tower mountain.

Wine, ordinary Erguotou that you can buy everywhere.

Porkhead meat is purchased at the station, and its taste and shelf life are not necessarily good.

Peanuts, bagged.

In a separate area, more than a dozen tombstones were erected. Zhang Shidong arranged both the wine pork head and peanuts, took apart one cigarette, and burned it with a lighter. Twenty pieces were placed one by one in front of the tombstone, and then placed a box of cigarettes and wine together, one tombstone, and opened the wine and lit it. Finally, Zhang Shidong had another portion in front of himself.

Sitting in front of the latest tombstone belonging to the old gun, looking at the thin old gun on the tombstone under the bright moonlight, he shook his head bitterly. If he hadn't conveyed the last little glory to him, even his death would be cold here. No one would know him, and there would not be his name on any glory list.

"Old guys, I'm here to drink with you. The flower world outside is so beautiful. I have to enjoy it for you more. This time of enjoyment has passed. I'm guilty." Zhang Shidong opened a bottle of wine, took a few sips of salt, smacked his lips and opened a peanut shell, threw it into his mouth, chewed it hard, enjoying the smell of the fragrance of peanuts and the aroma of white wine.

"It's better to have a drink with you, it's delicious."

If someone passed by nearby at this moment, the cigarette butts were fired with Zhang Shidong's moaning, wouldn't the tombstones laid under the moonlight scare people to death?

Some people had it, but they were not scared to death. Perhaps they were in tune with each other, or perhaps they were deliberately doing it. They all walked up with heavy bags and met each other in the gloomy and terrifying dim light. They bared their teeth and silently gathered together in a team. They walked here, opened the bags, and took out the cigarettes and wines. Just like Zhang Shidong's previous placement method, they placed a portion in front of each tombstone, and then gathered next to Zhang Shidong, that is, in front of the tombstone of Lao Gun. They sat on the ground regardless of whether the ground was cold or not, and they did not care whether they had any image of a soldier at the moment.

"Brother Dong, this big mouthful of old guns is yours, this one is doing beautifully!" Under the moonlight, the virus's face appeared.

Peacocks and old ghosts are all here, and there are many faces that have been rare in the ninety-nine places for many years, and they are gathered here today. Zhang Shidong's actions in Japan and South Korea were able to judge the return date, deliberately wait for him to come together, deliberately wait for him to stick to the oath of the leaders of the ninety-nine places, continue to more or less fail to abide by the confidentiality agreement, continue to violate the regulations, and continue to bear the blame.

Brother Dong, that brother is a respectful title, a respectful title that does not define age as the standard. It is a respectful title for the actual leaders of the Ninety-Nine Divisions and a recognition of the strongest combat power of the Ninety-Nine Divisions.

"Old Knife, can you zip your pants up?"

"Sorry, Brother Dong, when did we wear jeans? I'm not used to it."

"And you, do you dare to put on yellow rubber shoes from the 1980s again? You won't buy the most expensive store in the mall and buy a suit?"

"You, forget it, I won't say it anymore. It's May Day the day after tomorrow. Let the three of you take you to go shopping tomorrow. They will be in a small million in your pocket. If you are afraid of spending money, you will report the expenses for your shopping this time. You should spend as much as possible. There are not many opportunities. If you miss it, don't say I'm not interested enough."

The virus blinked: "Brother Dong, are you, the director, not planning to do it anymore? How many days should you do it for me?"

Zhang Shidong smiled angrily: "You guys, beat him up, yes, just beside his master's tomb, beat him up hard. The old guys are too deserted on weekdays. Today, so many of you come together, so why can you make everyone happy?"

The play of a group of people broke the peace of the mountain. The guard post not far away frowned and looked over. I didn't know whether to stop it or let them continue to make trouble. When I returned to the checkpoint to ask for instructions, I was stunned as soon as I entered the house and stood up straight to salute.

In the small checkpoint, several generals were already standing, looking at the images displayed in the surveillance equipment in order to respect the deceased, and their faces were serious.

Finally, a lieutenant general who was in the middle of the city said in a deep voice: "Let them go, I have been holding it in for too long and need to be released."

"The lunch arranged? The head is tight for a long time, and the lunch time is only forty minutes..."

"Please tell me if the chief's morning arrangement is tight, can he spend an hour?"

"ah!"

The lieutenant general looked at the gray area in the picture. The laughter, listening to his ears, was more painful than crying...
Chapter completed!