Many people know Mr. Yang. Since they have memories of this military compound, it seems that Mr. Yang is in the mailroom, listening to the radio and distributing newspapers and signing and receiving letters. Whether it is ten, twenty or thirty years, no one can remember it clearly.

Uncle Yang is good at talking, he is good at drinking a few sips and smoking Ye Zi cigarettes, but occasionally someone has seen him smoking cigarettes, but he is so long that he can't see the brand clearly.

Apart from this, no one has any impression of it anymore. He has no family, no relatives, no friends. From the beginning of the year to the end of the year, he always sits in the bright mailroom with bright windows, squints his eyes, looking at the drills on the playground in the distance, and watching the vehicles passing through the streets outside.

Is he the old squad leader of a general?

Uncle Yang looked at the microphone and looked at the olive green below without any stage fright. The first sentence he said shocked the audience: "During the counterattack, I was injured. Due to the accumulated injuries, I could no longer continue to fight on the front line. The leaders arranged the logistics department of the division and asked me to be responsible for the logistics canteen. I refused. If a useless man, don't stand in the pit and don't poop. There is no place to go. I begged the leader to let me send and receive letters and look at the door, so I just need to eat and eat."

In line with Mr. Yang's words, under the huge projector, slides appeared on the wall on the right side, and under the red silk cloth there were a series of military medals and certificates.

"Haha, with one leg and one hand, I finally didn't eat the country's food in vain, and I made some contributions."

In the serious venue, I heard Mr. Yang alone with a memory-colored voice. He spoke very complicatedly. Judging from the spread of his life trajectory, it was a bit like an ordinary person chatting and chatting. In his words, the cruelty of modern war began to lift the mysterious veil to those present.

The cruelty of war is always accompanied by sacrifice and death. When we see how many people die in a war recorded in TV, movies or books, the ground is full of dead bodies. Everyone thinks it is normal. War is the dead, and it is far away from us. We just need to listen.

The contemporary army rarely shows soldiers a truly cruel scene of war. We are always ready to shout slogans. In fact, ordinary field troops are dragged to the battlefield, and before formal battles are formally fought, half of them will be scared.

Uncle Yang did not have a passionate word, but only a calm explanation, occasionally accompanied by an old photo.

"I have a comrade-in-arms named Chen Erniu, a soldier who came out of the ravine in Xishan Province. We joined the army together... At that time, we were facing a minefield. There were not much time before the regiment issued an order to reach the designated location. There were pursuers behind me, and a company brother blocked there. I said I would go to clear mines, and Erniu said I would come. I knew his mine demining skills were not good, so I wanted to curse...... My body dragged a heavy object worth a hundred pounds behind me and rushed into the minefield. I used my body to open a road for us to pass. The whole person was blown up. When I rushed over and hugged him, he only said one sentence. Da Yang, I hurt..."

I feel pain, not as much as everyone imagines as I sacrificed my life for the motherland, but just a sentence that hurts me, and I do something very ordinary.

"I soon knew how painful it hurts. The exploded earth thunder was right next to my legs. After it was blown up, I really wanted to pick up the gun and shoot at my head. That kind of pain makes you feel that being alive is a burden..."

"Bang, the enemy's head exploded in front of my eyes, and my brain and eyes were bleeding, and I fainted at that time..."

"The enemy is very powerful, good at jungle combat, and good at creating traps. When you fight, you can't see the other party confront you head-on. If you shoot a few times, you will run away. If you chase them, you will face their trap. If you don't chase them, you will harass you. I really hope that the war is like what is played on TV. The brave will win when they meet on a narrow road, pick up the big knife and rush forward, and the enemy will withdraw the bullet and fight the bayonet with you..."

"If you can solve you with one shot, there will never be any nonsense. If you catch you, just ask twice. If you have to straighten your neck and don't answer, you will shoot you to death. Many enemies never leave any living words, and you will not give prisoners a good life. When one day these people are released or rescued, they will immediately become our enemies. Why should they be treated preferentially..."

"Baoshi International assists bullshit benevolence, righteousness and morality. It's okay to talk about it on the battlefield. On the battlefield, it will be determined to die in an instant. If you don't pay for it, he can even pull the grenade on his body..."

Uncle Yang said it very seriously. Everyone present frowned. Several leaders on the rostrum also secretly whispered. Wei Jiefang insisted: "Since this opening is opened, don't look back."

The description of personal experience is often more like fabricating the real bloody and terrifying. There is a young soldier who can't help it. He always feels that he can sacrifice himself for the country. When he really encounters a war, he will definitely be in the forefront and fight with the enemy with real swords and guns. However, he never thought that there are so many conspiracies in the war. Shouldn't the brave be fearless? Also, is it so difficult to kill people and so painful?

Uncle Yang let him know what difficulty and pain are. What is the concept of being able to tell someone and vomit someone else's story?

Theme: The real war.

When this heavy thematic report before the New Year was still going on, Zhang Shidong had already left the Yanjing Military Region, carried his bag to the train station, got the EMU ticket to Beihai Linhu, and drove two rooms in the hotel next to the train station, one ordinary standard room and one business suite.

Sitting on the sofa and watching the report and speech in the military auditorium on his mobile phone, a soldier who had just come out of the hospital was shot through his eyes by a drug dealer's bullet at the border a few months ago. He was almost rescued. His right eye could not save his life. He didn't take out the bullet and didn't know how it pressed a certain nerve. He twitched violently every day and couldn't bear the pain.

On the rostrum, the first sentence he said was to ask himself.

"Do I regret it?"

Without passionate swearing in swearing how great it is to dedicate to the motherland, how respectable it is, nor did I cry bitterly and regret that I shouldn’t join the army. All I have is a kind of peace, and I cannot accept my own peace. There is inferiority complex about my current situation in my words, but I seem very calm when it comes to this scene.

When he finished speaking, two words appeared in everyone's mind - responsibility.

I am a member of this country. I should defend my country and join the army. It is inevitable that I will be injured when I become a soldier. I don’t feel sorry for myself, nor do I feel anything to be proud of. I only remember the pain when I was injured...

The doorbell was ringing, Zhang Shidong sighed and calmed down. These were what he wanted to show to everyone countless times. Now that he has made changes, he has really begun to show them to ordinary soldiers. He is a little heavy.

"Brother Dong."

Wu Gang pulled Han Jing and stood at the door, with a large suitcase on his backpack on his back. He was a little excited to see Zhang Shidong and Wu Gang. After calculating, he hadn't seen each other for more than a month. After hugging each other, Wu Gang pulled Han Jing and walked into the room with big strides.

"Oh, Old Wu, you're quite a man, beautiful Han, don't you? Show your courage back then."

The two of them had obviously reversed their condition, and Zhang Shidong joked a few times.

Han Jing did not resist, lowered her head and agreed to the finale after the change. Wu Gang said, "You go and wash first, then open your backpack and take out a set of washing equipment and walk into the bathroom in the suite."

"Okay, Lao Wu, it's not ordinary. Time is still gone. Xiao Baozi and Xiao Wenzi take a bus. It will take more than an hour. Why don't you go in and take a couple's bath?"

Wu Gang stood up and said, "I'm just waiting for you to say this?" After that, he rushed in, not at all reserved.

Zhang Shidong smiled and shook his head, leaned back on the sofa, and did not watch the live report anymore. He turned on the TV and adjusted a local station. The invincible version of the anti-Japanese drama was being staged. The revolutionary TV series filmed with a brain-dead level was filmed. Apart from the fun and lively fighting, there was only the place where people were criticized.

If Zhang Shidong looked at it, it would have a kind of release of his mood. It was much heavier. The beautiful world completely imagined by fantasizing could make him feel much more relaxed. If war was really as beautiful as it was shown in these TV series, he would rather be a brainless fan and a loyal fan of these dramas. In that way, there would be many brothers who live and die without suffering and torture.

More than half an hour later, Han Jing, who was wearing a bath towel and a slightly shy face, changed into a sportswear, walked out, walked to her backpack, opened it and took out the men's underwear from it, and quickly returned. Not long after, he heard Wu Gang's cheerful laughter.

"Brother Dong, how long will it take to get to the place?"

Zhang Shidong looked at the tickets and estimated the time: "I can arrive in Linhu at around 10 o'clock in the evening. According to the current weather in Beihai, the expressway must be closed. Take the highway from Linhu to Pingjiang at night, and it is about 12 o'clock in the middle of the night. You are lucky to go back with me this time. My private collection hall is also open during this time. You can play there for a while and go back before the New Year."

Wu Gang stretched his waist: "Don't worry, we all agreed that this time the goal is to scrape a layer of oil on you. I'll bring my girlfriend here, you..."

Zhang Shidong smiled and said, "Just like it." He looked at the door of the inner room and said, "Just don't regret it then."

Wu Gang and Han Jing were just in a state of harmony, and they wanted to stick together all day long. They didn't listen to what Zhang Shidong said at all. They also deliberately hummed a small song and said that the activity just now was very successful and comfortable. In this regard, Zhang Shidong could only shake his head and ignore it.
Chapter completed!