Early the next morning, the entire "evil spirit" was broken into pieces, and he put on the combat uniform of the "shadow" unit, pinned his military rank, and put on the "Chinese People's Liberation Army Army Special Forces" chest strip.
Wearing armbands and a small Chinese flag, we teamed up in pairs and set off. The "Evil Spirit" was going to find out where those former "232" soldiers went after they retired.
In order to move easily, they put on the combat uniforms of the "shadow" army. Of course, these are all disguises, and they are not members of the army after all. But compared with those who pretend to be soldiers to extort money, these combat uniforms, military ranks, and national defense service medals
Everything is genuine, even pickets can’t detect it.
"When you arrive at someone's home, be sure not to say anything irrelevant. Just say that you are expressing condolences on behalf of the army, and don't say anything else. If he is there, just say that the army has something to do with him, and then take him outside to ask. I don't want to expose their
There are already enough things to do if the family is involved again."
Before setting off, Wang Chaoyang warned everyone.
The first place Wang Chaoyang and Lin Xue want to go is Dujiangyan in Sichuan.
Dujiangyan is a satellite city of Chengdu, the capital of Sichuan Province. It is 48 kilometers away from the urban area of Chengdu. It has highway and intercity express train transportation. The express train only takes 41 minutes to reach Dujiangyan from Chengdu North Railway Station. If you take the high-speed kilometer, you can also
Just an hour's drive.
The train to Chengdu takes a long time, but luckily you get on the train at the starting station, so tickets are easier to buy and won't be reduced to station tickets.
In fact, this has something to do with the military IDs of Wang Chaoyang and Lin Xue. While there were long lines at other windows, Wang Chaoyang and Lin Xue went directly to the military window and bought tickets.
Apart from the fact that no information can be found on the military IDs of the two people, there is no difference between them and the real ones. However, the ticket window of the train station can only check the anti-counterfeiting mark on the military IDs, but cannot find the information on the military IDs.
Traveling lightly and simply, the two of them just carried a military carrying bag and hit the road.
Soldiers have the advantage of being a soldier. Wang Chaoyang and Lin Xue did not have to queue in the waiting hall to check in for tickets and get on the train. There was a special passage that allowed them to arrive at the platform five minutes earlier than others, and they could get on the train calmly and find their seats to sit down.
After the other passengers got on the bus, a pair of old people came across from Wang Chaoyang and others.
The old man was struggling to carry a suitcase.
Wang Chaoyang and Lin Xue stood up quickly. Wang Chaoyang reached out to help carry the box: "Grandpa, let me help you." Lin Xue also supported the old lady and helped her to her seat.
The old man saw a Jarhead in front of him, and when he saw the Jarhead was wearing a camouflage uniform, he felt relieved. He was a soldier, not a robber.
Wang Chaoyang helped the old man put the box on the overhead luggage rack.
"Young man, are you a soldier?" The old man took Wang Chaoyang's hand and looked at him. Wang Chaoyang was half a head taller than the old man, but the old man looked very energetic and his eyes were bright.
"yes."
"Hey, special forces." The old man looked at Wang Chaoyang's chest strip with the special forces logo printed with a lightning sword.
"Yes, old man."
"Special Forces, when we were soldiers, there were no special forces, only scouts."
"Grandpa, have you also been a soldier?" Wang Chaoyang helped the old man sit down and asked.
"Yes, soldiers from 1968."
"Senior." Wang Chaoyang and Lin Xue stood up and saluted.
"Oh, no, no, no, no, you are better than us." The old man smiled and waved his hand.
"Looking at the accent, the old man is not a local, right?"
"Well, I just came to see my old comrades. Time is running out. If I don't come, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to come." The old man looked out the window and sighed.
Wang Chaoyang and Lin Xue could hear the heaviness in the old man's voice.
"Dad, why are you talking about your almanac again?" came a man's voice.
A young couple walked up to the old man. The man had big and small bags in his hands, and the woman was holding a girl in her arms.
As soon as the little girl saw her grandpa, she would break away from her mother's arms and shout, "Grandpa, hold me, hold me..."
"I'm sorry, this kid just made a fuss and wanted to go to the toilet, so...ah, by the way, don't take it off, my dad is old and always likes to talk about the past."
The man took advantage of the break between the little girl and the old man to act coquettishly and apologized to Wang Chaoyang and the others.
"It's okay, it's okay, your father should be an old hero." Wang Chaoyang waved his hand and motioned for them to sit down together.
"Grandpa, have you ever been on the battlefield?" Lin Xue asked.
The old man looked at Lin Xue, held the little girl in his arms and sat down, seemingly lost in memories.
At this time, the train sounded its whistle and started moving slowly.
The wheel collided with the track, making a "clang, clang" sound. Wang Chaoyang and Lin Xue sat quietly, waiting for the old man to speak.
"That was in 1979, the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam." The old man suddenly retracted his gaze from the window and said.
Even the little girl in the old man's arms listened quietly, with her big watery eyes flashing.
"My reconnaissance platoon and I were ordered to enter Vietnam from Nanjiang City - which was still a small county at that time - and advance to the front line of Gaoping to investigate the enemy's situation and prepare for the main force to attack Gaoping.
"After the reconnaissance, we began to retreat along the safe route as originally planned. Unexpectedly, we ran into a Vietnamese artillery position, an entire artillery battalion. Because the place was relatively remote, this artillery position was not discovered in previous reconnaissance intelligence.
This artillery battalion had just arrived here. So we judged that the enemy's reinforcements were far away and the artillery battalion was not yet stable. We decided to make a surprise attack and kill this artillery battalion. Unexpectedly, the enemy was in the artillery battalion.
An infantry battalion was placed next to the battalion.
"We were in a tough fight and soon found ourselves surrounded.
"I am the platoon leader's correspondent. In order to send out the reconnaissance information, the platoon leader sent a squad of comrades to protect me during the breakout.
"You can imagine that a platoon and a battalion of enemies are fighting, and the troops are scattered."
The old man's voice gradually became louder, attracting the attention of many people in the carriage. Many people listened carefully to the old man's story. Gradually, many people became fascinated.
"The comrades in that squad were covering me, and they rushed over thinking of the only gap in the encirclement, which the enemy had not yet had time to seal.
"We were discovered by the enemy, and the comrades around us fell one by one. When we jumped out of the encirclement, including me, there were only six people left. The enemy also sent a platoon to chase us.
"We just kept running and running. After running for about five hundred meters, we could no longer hear the gunshots in the encirclement. We knew that all our comrades in the encirclement were dead.
"The enemy was getting closer and closer. When my five comrades saw this situation, in order to cover me and the intelligence, they resolutely turned around to help me hold off the enemy. Finally, I brought the intelligence back to the headquarters, and those five comrades,
In the end, only one person came back.
"A whole platoon, number thirty-eight, thirty-six died in one fell swoop. The organization of the last platoon was also abolished, and our platoon was just gone."
Some passengers in the same carriage had gathered around and listened quietly to the old man's experience.
"After we captured Gaoping, we found those comrades, but it was tragic. Not all of them were dead bodies. Many of them had their heads cut off by the enemy, and they were not found in the end.
"The comrades were buried in the Martyrs Cemetery in Nanjiang. Just the year before last, the comrade who came back alive also went and was buried in the cemetery next to the Nanjiang Martyrs Cemetery. He was not a martyr and couldn't enter." The old man said here.
Somewhat choked up.
Wang Chaoyang and Lin Xue silently took off the black berets on their heads.
"But when he left, he said that even if he was buried next to his comrades, even if they couldn't enter the Martyrs Cemetery, they could still be together and hear the assembly call.
"Recently, I often hear the assembly number. I think I will be with them soon, and our platoon is about to assemble again. This time, if we come next time, it should be the time to assemble."
This is the emotion between comrades, no matter life or death, they must be together.
Bullets have no eyes, and war is ruthless. In battle, life or death is a matter of just a second.
Who is not afraid of death? Who doesn’t want to live?
Only our comrades accompanied us through the hail of bullets.
"How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. When the king raised an army, I repaired my spear and spear. I share the same hatred with you. How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. When the king raised an army, I repaired my spear and halberd. I worked together with you. How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. When the king raised an army, I repaired my spear and halberd. I worked with you together.
"You said you have no clothes? You and I will wear the same clothes as you. The king raised his troops and repaired my armor and soldiers. You and I will take them with you."
Comrade-in-arms, also known as Paoze, Paoze brothers.
On the battlefield, who will selflessly give you a magazine when bullets are in short supply? Who will selflessly give you half a compressed biscuit when supplies are in short supply?
A pack of instant noodles is eaten one by one, and everyone just takes a sip of soup.
Why? Because you are my comrade-in-arms! Because you and I are fighting in the same trench. We live and die together. Your life is my life. You die and I die, and you live and I live.
On the battlefield, no one accompanies our weak lives and fragile souls. Only my comrades are always by my side.
Soldiers are the most pitiful people on the battlefield and the most respectable people.
When the assembly horn sounds, all comrades will assemble in the name of brothers in life and death.
In the years of ups and downs, we will gradually forget many faces, but our comrades will always occupy an extremely important position in our hearts.
Wang Chaoyang and Lin Xue looked at each other, stood up, and saluted the veteran - the veteran did not die, but gradually died away.
"Veteran, thank you for your contribution to the motherland, thank you and your comrades. Don't worry, we will take over your glorious battle flag and shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting our country. We will uphold your glorious tradition and never
Do not give in and fight bravely. We will not forget your achievements, and we will never let your honor be damaged. Please accept the respect of future generations of soldiers on behalf of your comrades."
The old man did not speak, but stood up, straightened his clothes, and raised his right hand tremblingly - salute!
This scene moved the people who had just been listening to the old man telling his story.
The solemn military salute of two generations of soldiers symbolizes the handover between the two generations of soldiers. Our young soldiers take over the guns of their ancestors and stand guard for the peace of the motherland and the happiness and tranquility of the people.
"Wow!" There was warm applause in the carriage.
Passengers in the same carriage applauded heartily.
"Forward, forward, forward, our team is facing the sun..." The old man couldn't help but burst into tears as he sang the familiar military song.
"Go forward, go forward, our team is heading towards the sun, towards the final victory, and towards the liberation of the country."
Everyone in the carriage couldn't help but sing along with the old man.
The veteran touched many people during his final moments.