Chapter 440: The Honor of Soldiers

There are more than ten days left for the Spring Festival in 1981, and there are many passengers on the train. Xiaojun and others rushed to get on the train without notifying anyone, and they didn’t even get a sleeper ticket. Fortunately, Tianjing is the departure station, and there are still tickets.

Xiaojun and others, who were sitting upright all the way, received more and more attention after the number of people on the train increased. Several of them were all in the military uniforms, but they had no military ranks on their shoulders. Xiaojun had already ordered Dashan and others to get on the train and take off the eaves of all the school-level officers and his general's eaves.

Not to mention how great the Xiaojun made to the Chinese army, but after the YN War, the Miracle Tour and this world military competition, the image of the soldiers was re-established in the eyes of the people. Many old people kept praising the Chinese soldiers in front of their descendants and descendants that the current Chinese soldiers are no worse than the Chinese army back then.

It has to be said that the progress of the media has greatly improved the image of Chinese soldiers in accepting some affairs decades ago. Several incidents that promoted our military power through media publicity have greatly improved the image of Chinese soldiers in the minds of the people.

This also made Xiaojun and others sit on the train. Although they don’t have military ranks, they don’t look like formal soldiers, but their style and military uniforms make many people smile at Xiaojun and others.

"Young man, are you soldiers?" Sitting across from Xiaojun and Dashan, the only two remaining seats in this row of seats, watching Xiaojun and others keep the military's posture. After several hours, there was no change. Everyone's eyes seemed to have deep grief, and the old lady couldn't help asking questions.

Although she has never been in a good mood, Xiaojun still replied with a smile to other people's kindness: "Yes, aunt!"

"Haha, our son is also a soldier, but the big-headed soldiers are not like you who are wearing officer uniforms, they must be officers, right?" The strong old man looked very talkative, and asked Xiaojun with a smile on his face to ask, and at the same time, he also had a little doubt in the inquiry.

Xiaojun understood the old man's words, and the lack of epaulettes on his body, which made this military uniform look not real. It seemed that the old man and his wife had a certain understanding of some things about the army.

Although the environment in the train is very noisy, passengers sitting or standing in the aisle and front and back seats have also been very interested by the topics of the old man and the old woman. During this period, in addition to the events in life in China, most people talk about the topics after dinner were military competitions, and the news that the Chinese troops achieved the best results had already had a great response among the people.

At first, the serious faces of Xiaojun and others made the passengers around him feel a little afraid to approach. At this time, the old man asked the first question and received a response, and the interest of the people around him was also aroused.

When Xiaojun heard the old man’s questioning, he just smiled and did not answer.

"Comrade, which unit are you from?"

"Comrades, you are all officers and are in the car in Tianjing. Have you ever seen those soldiers who have won honors for our China in military competitions before?"

Xiaojun and others who participated in the competition in the media were affiliated with the Tianjing Military Region, which is also the reason why the people around them frequently asked questions.

The bustling carriages here also attracted the attention of the police and conductors on the train that were conducting ticket check missions. They separated the crowd and walked to Xiaojun and others' positions to ask routinely.

"Please show the tickets in your hands. These comrades also show the tickets in your hands. Huh? What are you holding in your hands?" The conductor shouted routinely, but when she saw the porcelain jar in Dashan's hand, especially Dashan's appearance holding the porcelain jar tightly, she had some questions.

"A more important thing!" Ye Hai handed the eight tickets in his pocket to the conductor, and in one sentence, he brought the origin of the things in Dashan's hands.

The flight attendant following the conductor kept looking at Xiaojun and others sitting upright with confusion. Why do these people look so familiar? It seems that they have seen them somewhere?

"Can I check this thing?" It's the Lunar New Year soon. This period is the busiest and most prone to accidents. The work on the train needs to be carried out in detail. Any flammable, explosive and various dangerous goods must be carefully inspected. Out of work functions and professional habits, the conductor reached out and wanted to check the porcelain jar in Dashan's arms.

He raised his eyelids, grabbed the female conductor's wrist with his left hand, and quickly let go after blocking her movements. His voice was cold: "No, you can't check what's in it!"

The occasional hideousness scared the female conductor so much that she took a step back, and a look of horror flashed in her eyes. At the moment, she felt as if she was suddenly facing death, and her life would not belong to her in the next moment.

Xiaojun glared at Dashan, stood up with a smile on his face and explained, "The ashes are here. The ashes of our comrades-in-arms are of great significance to us. Do you still need to check them?" Xiaojun's words came out, and the female conductor, who was already shocked, felt a little nervous again. The respect for some ancient thoughts and behaviors of the Chinese people is deeply rooted in their bones, and it is difficult to eliminate them in a very short time. Ashes are taboos in the eyes of many people. She no longer has the idea of ​​exploring what is in the porcelain jar. It is unlucky!

Sacrifice? Comrades-in-arms? Eight people? Ah!!

The flight attendant suddenly remembered the true identities of the eight people in front of him, and a trace of surprise and unbelievable expression flashed across his face. He separated the crowd and came to Xiaojun and others, standing attentively saluting.

"The railway police number xxxx is like you're paying tribute. It's really unexpected to see you here. I wonder why you took an ordinary train?" The policeman's waist was straight, his eyes full of respect.

Xiaojun also knew that the flight attendant recognized his identity as others, otherwise he would not have performed like this.

"This" The two train conductors looked back at the flight attendant who had almost no excessive reaction on weekdays. He was originally a criminal policeman who was transferred to the railway because he offended the people and was transferred to the railway to be a railway policeman who could only catch thieves and stealing "small cases". He was discouraged and rarely showed such excitement. What's wrong?

"General, do you need to change the carriage? Although there are no sleeper, the dining car is more purer than this." It was the first time that the flight attendant saw the real general, and it was the legendary general. The excitement in his heart made him speak a little incoherently.

"No need, thank you for your kindness, we're about to get off the bus." Xiaojun waved his hand to stop the passenger police from "attention". It's not long since he arrived at HN. The stop immediately was the small stop where he was waiting for others to get off the bus.

"Ah!!!" "What?" "General?"

Different doubts sounded in the carriage, and the young man was called "general" by the passenger police?

"Have you forgotten what you see every day on TV? General Zuo and you all who won the first honor for our China in the world military competition!"

The passenger policeman explained the answers to all the questions in one sentence, and this answer also made everyone in the car who heard this sentence stunned. Then a burst of cheers sounded, and everyone in the car crowded towards the location where Xiaojun and others were. Heroes are not seen every day, especially this kind of hero that the people have longed for.

The old man and lady sitting opposite Xiaojun also flashed in shock. Is the young man in front of him the general who won honor for China? The flight attendant didn't notice it yet. This statement became more and more similar to the general of China in the few shots flashing through TV.

Xiaojun smiled at the old man who looked embarrassed on his face, saying that he didn't care about their behavior just now. Then he stood up and walked towards the car door at the end of the car. Dashan and others also stood up and left with Xiaojun. They were about to arrive at the station. People here recognized the identities of several people. If they stayed there, it might cause a commotion. The power of the people is strong, especially a group of people full of heroism and curiosity.

"Please give in. We are about to arrive at the station. This is the ashes of our comrades-in-arms. We want to send him home. Please don't delay us getting off the bus!" Xiaojun said sincerely to the passengers around him who were excited, hoping that everyone can give in.

Not everyone knew about some incidents that were not exposed during the competition. There were nine people in the early interview with the Chinese team, but at that most important moment, only eight people appeared in China. It was unreasonable to say that they could not participate in the injury. Even the players who had difficulty walking with thigh injuries were present.

Xiaojun's words made the flight attendant who was quite savvy and reacted, and someone really died.

"Everyone gives in and don't perform tasks in front of the People's Liberation Army comrades. No one can afford this responsibility!" It's better for the flight attendant police. The people are still in the era of big pots of rice. They are the most taboo and afraid of taking on words that cannot be taken responsibility. If it delays national affairs, who dares to take this responsibility?

The road was taken away, but the enthusiasm of the passengers on the bus did not fade. Each face was filled with happy and satisfied smiles, his hands slapped together violently, and he kept stopping until the train stopped. Xiaojun and others got off the train. On the way from their positions to the door of the car, everyone's pockets were stuffed with apples, pears and all kinds of foods used by the people along the way.

"Good example, you are the pride of China!"

"Only with soldiers like you, we ordinary people can live and work in peace and contentment.

"If you join the army, be a soldier like you. You are all good!"

Xiaojun received the sincere words, care and blessings, and the hearts of the people, and the people in the mountains behind him took it. When he walked out of the car, there were no empty spaces in everyone's hands and pockets. Fortunately, the conductor handed Xiaojun a few plastic bags to fill all the thoughts from the people.

I can tell you something when I went back today. I met the legendary hero and had a close contact. It was simply amazing.

The train was originally only staying at the small station for three minutes, but today the train conductor, who had been running a few minutes late with the train through a dialogue, and all the passengers in the carriage, stretched out their hands out of the window and waved goodbye to Xiaojun and others who were walking out of the train.

Xiaojun turned around and saluted! Everyone turned around and saluted, watching the train gradually start. The simple faces that stretched out had not been taken back for a long time. Until the naked eye could no longer see clearly, Xiaojun picked up the plastic bag on the ground and turned around and left.

"I am content to see all this, are you content to you?" Dashan looked down at the porcelain jar in his hand and said with emotion.

Why join the army? Defend the country! Although there are no relatives in the family in this carriage today, isn’t these simple faces the sincere blessings of all the soldiers who served in the army when they left their homes? If you don’t carry guns, I won’t carry guns. Whoever defends the motherland will defend the family? Seeing these relatives in the family live in peace and contentment, everything is worth it!

"A person may live for himself, for his relatives, for his lover, and for the people around him. But once he wears this military uniform, the first thing he thinks about is to live for the country. He must have no regrets in his military career. When one day when you take off your military uniform, ask yourself if you are worthy of the military uniform and whether you can let the people see you, treat you like a relative." Xiaojun walked in front and sighed with emotion.

This apple, pear, pancake, and sesame cake are so sweet when you eat it, because this is the recognition of a soldier by the people and the food full of their deep affection.

Fei Ming's home was in a small mountain village. When Xiaojun and his group found Fei Ming's home according to the address, they were stunned.

The dilapidated fence wall, the dark wall, the shaking door, through the broken door that was only one meter high, I saw the dilapidated tiled house that was not much better than the thatched house. Is this really Fei Ming’s home?

Although the houses in the entire village are almost the same and are so dilapidated, Fei Ming's family should not be like this. Not to mention Fei Ming's high allowances in the Military Security Bureau, even Fei Ming's allowances in the local area would not allow the family to live to this extent!

Although it is located in the pass and the climate is relatively warm, it will still cause a few heavy snowfalls in winter. When Xiaojun and his group came to this village, it happened to be after a heavy snow. The snow pressed on the dilapidated tiled houses and makes people feel that such a house can withstand the backlog of heavy snow? Is the heat in the house enough?

A stranger came to the village, and the dog was barking and watching. The villagers walked out of their homes in heavy clothes, looking at the soldiers standing at the door of Mr. Fei’s house.

"Where did you come from? Who are you looking for?" A strong old man walked out of the tiled house. Although he was already gray-haired and wrinkled, he was still full of energy in this cold winter, and he was full of confidence when speaking, and his voice was extremely loud.

A major officer came out behind the old man. When he saw Xiaojun and his group immediately ran over to salute: "General Zuo, you are here!"

"I am the battalion commander of the HN Military Sub-district Reconnaissance Battalion. My name is Jin Chao. I am ordered to come here. Let me introduce you to this. This is Fei Ming's grandfather. Mr. Fei. These are Fei Ming's comrades in Tianjing. This is Fei Ming's leader!"

Xiaojun knew why Jin Chao came here. The group of people who were unfamiliar with the place naturally needed such a person. It seemed that his father was very thoughtful.

"Grandpa!" Seeing this old man, Xiaojun and his group felt very uncomfortable when they saw the white-haired man sending him off. Their expressions on their faces were also very dull.

The old man had already had a premonition that something was wrong. His grandson's former leader came to his house and said he was here to see him and not to say why. These grandson's teammates in Tianjing also came. Looking at the porcelain jars held in Dashan's hand, the old man understood that some of the words that the grandson had come back some time ago also came up.

The old man's hands trembled slightly, his body tilted, and most of the energy in his eyes disappeared in an instant. He had already had a premonition of what happened to his grandson.

The villagers around also felt something was wrong. There was no TV in the village and naturally they didn't know what was happening outside. The military competition did not spread to this remote mountain village. However, these sudden appearance of Akiko's comrades and the grief on their faces made the villagers feel a little uneasy.

Mr. Fei took a deep breath, walked a few steps to Dashan, stared at the porcelain jar in Dashan's hand, calmed down and asked in a firm tone: "What's wrong with Fei Ming? Please tell me bluntly, old man, I am old, but I can still hold on!"

The atmosphere was a bit solemn. No one expected that the old man was so sensitive and direct. Dashan opened his mouth a few times and didn't say anything. He didn't know how to face the old man after he said it.

"Fei Ming died. This is his ashes and relics. We have sent them back to you." Xiaojun took a step forward and took out the suicide note belonging to Fei Ming in his pocket and handed it to Mr. Fei.

One sentence suddenly made the entire mountain village fall into a panic and sad atmosphere. The women's feelings are always rich. After hearing the news of Fei Ming's sacrifice, tears cannot be stopped. Men also rubbed their eyes gently with their hands.

Mr. Fei's eyes were wet. Although he had already guessed that something might happen to his grandson, the confirmed news still made him, who was over 70 years old, unable to bear it. He took the suicide note with a trembling hand and turned around and walked into the house.

Xiaojun and his friends also followed in. The house was as worn as they saw outside. Both the table and chairs had exceeded their service life and were still working for the Fei family. Dashan placed the porcelain jar on the table, and Ye Hai put the parcel containing Fei Ming's relics on the table.

"Grandpa, we are all Fei Ming's comrades-in-arms, as close as brothers' comrades-in-arms. This is the pension and Fei Ming's passbook issued by the state, as well as the honors he once received." Ye Hai placed the things in the package one by one. The pension and the money in the passbook were all collected by Xiaojun and a few others. The country's money has not yet been paid off. This is the wish of his comrades-in-arms, and Xiaojun has not forced himself to take over all his own bags.

Mr. Fei, who was sitting on the chair, didn't say anything, just took apart the suicide note, looked at the fonts that he didn't know, looked up at the door, and a middle-aged man in his 40s walked in.

"Uncle, I'll read it for you!"

Jin Chao introduced to Xiaojun: "The village chief of this village!"

The village chief opened the suicide note and recited it loudly, and shed tears while reciting it: "Grandpa, when you saw this letter, your grandson was gone. Don't cry. Your grandson has no regrets. Take care of your grandson after you leave. All you said has been done!"

There were only a few words, but these few words made the sadness and tears of the villagers who were listening to the village chief reading the suicide note at the door.

Mr. Fei taught Fei Ming everything from childhood to adulthood. Everyone in the village knew that defending the country and being a soldier who sacrificed his country even if he sacrificed his country.

The next day, Mr. Fei calmly held a funeral for Fei Ming. The villagers and Xiaojun and his group attended the simple funeral. A small grave was built on the mountain not far behind the Fei family courtyard.

"You go, leave the things that really belong to my grandson. Take away the money. My grandson has already left the portion he deserves." After the funeral, Mr. Fei handed back all the passbook that Ye Hai put on the table last night, shook his head and refused to accept these things.

"Grandpa, come with us? Fei Ming left and we are there. From now on, we will be your grandson." Dashan said excitedly.

"My grandson died without regrets. I am proud of him. The old man has been mediocre all his life. Thanks to the Eighth Route Army to save the villagers of this village from being massacred. We have no reward to the country, we can only let our descendants serve the country. Fei Ming did it, he is my pride. You can go, and it will be worthy of this comrade-in-arms who can come to see him every year!"

Mr. Fei waved his hand and shook his head to walk down the mountain. He wanted to go home. He could see the shadow of his grandson at home, where there were memories of himself and his grandson, where could feel the breath of his grandson's past.

Dashan wanted to say something, but was stopped by the village chief. Looking at the back of Mr. Fei walking down the mountain, the middle-aged man said with emotion: "Uncle will not accept any of your subsidies. Do you know why their family is so dilapidated? Our village is very poor, and there is not enough food every year, let alone life. Fei Ming has been funding the entire village with his own allowance. In the past two years, all the thatched houses in the village have been replaced due to Fei Ming's funding. Although it is still so dilapidated, at least it will not be so cold on rainy and snowy days. Everyone in the village knows how to be grateful. Fei Ming is no longer here. Uncle is the elder of all of us. He will not leave here. This is his root. We younger generations will support him in old age and see him off. You are all very busy people. Let's go back!"

"Let's go back! We will take care of our uncle!"

From the village chief, everyone would leave a sentence when they walked by Xiaojun and his group. Old Master Fei is the elder in their own family. They will never forget everything Fei Ming did for this village.

Death is the only one? Xiaojun didn't know that Fei Ming's sacrifice might bring the village back to poverty, or it might make the strong old man Fei heartbroken, but they would not accept the support from outsiders and would not let Mr. Fei leave the village.
To be continued...