When Tan Shuangxi finally set foot on the land he had thought about day and night, he was not excited or happy, but rather restless and restless after being scorched in the sun for an hour.
Although Bopu is not a good port, as the outer port of Lingao and the convenient waterway leading directly to Bairen and the county seat, this better-than-nothing Hekou port has greatly expanded compared to later generations.
According to Ma Qianzhu's opinion, the current scale of Bopu and the Senate's investment in it are already "very uneconomical." In order to adapt to the expanding shipping requirements, two dredging ships were specially built to dredge the anchorage, and a
A massive artificial breakwater by 17th-century standards, the ongoing expansion of facilities in the port area is even more costly.
From a geographical point of view, only for Lingao County itself, Houshui Bay, located in the northwest of the county, is a more suitable port. However, the inertia of development and the water shortage problem in the northwest of the county have made Bopu still a port in Lingao County.
Gao is the busiest commercial port in the region.
From this point on, it is evident how crowded the shop is.
The fleet transporting the first battalion back had "priority" and had arranged a berth early. However, because the unloading area was too small and there were too many luggage with the army, it still caused chaos and serious traffic jams.
The sergeants shouted back and forth among the crowd to sort out the troops, and finally the whole battalion lined up at the dock to complete the roll call. Then they headed to the "temporary transit camp" under the leadership of the dock staff.
The temporary transit camp was the original "quarantine camp". Because the status of Lingao has become more and more important, the quarantine of immigrants from mainland China to Hainan has been unified and unified in Haikou. Only a small part of this huge camp has been retained as "crew and merchants"
"Quarantine". The remaining part was used as a military transit camp, which served as a temporary garrison for military personnel and materials departing and returning from Bopu.
Although the army was not satisfied with this place, Qian Shuiting also felt that such a large area of Bopu's valuable land was occupied by the army, but he could not find a more suitable location nearby.
In the transit camp, the soldiers performed a simple wash. No matter whether you washed your face on the ship or not, you had to wash it all again. During the short break before boarding the ship, the soldiers had haircuts, showers, and shaves, but after several days of drifting, their beards had grown again.
When they came back, especially some soldiers with beards, they were all pulled out and shaved by the joint service officers.
As Tan Shuangxi washed his face, he cursed that he had been basking in the sun for a long time. However, the fresh water and steaming tea still restored his spirit.
"Attention! Everyone change into regular clothes!"
As the battalion headquarters messenger sent the order, the soldiers quickly took off their backpacks and took out their regular uniforms.
The regular uniforms were still the ones they were issued when they set out from Hainan. Except for wearing them once when they went on an expedition, and a few times when holding military parades and other military ceremonies in Chaozhou, this set of regular uniforms has basically not been touched and has been with the army all the time.
The luggage is stored in the joint logistics camp in the Chaoshan area. So it is in good condition, unlike the combat uniforms, which are the old 1990s style. I don’t know which set they have been replaced.
After tidying up their appearance and putting on their regular uniforms, the soldiers, who had been somewhat slovenly at first, looked mighty and capable again. This is what the General Staff wanted.
"Unfold the military flag!" As the order was issued, all the military flags of the battalion and company were taken out of their protective sleeves and unfolded. The red iron fist flag and the blue morning star flag fluttered in the breeze.
"The whole battalion formed two marching columns and marched in order!"
As the drummers and flute players played brisk marching music, the 1st Infantry Battalion lined up out of the transit camp area, left Bobu Port, and walked along the road in the direction of Bairen.
Accompanied by the sound of military drums, the soldiers marched on the road at a brisk pace. The weather was very good, the Wenlan River was sparkling, and a row of tugboats pulled by Dafa boats passed by on the river from time to time. The sailors saw the team blasting
When the whistle sounded, some active soldiers also took off their military hats and waved to the boat, which often produced a longer whistle. Farmers working in the fields straightened up and took off their straw hats to fan the wind, staring at the long
Some of them boldly shouted to the team: "Are you coming back from the north?" Someone in the team immediately replied: "Yes, we have reached Guilin."
Tan Shuangxi and his comrades around him were both familiar and unfamiliar with the scene in front of them. He liked the life of a soldier, which was tense and fulfilling, exciting and fulfilling. But this time, he felt the beauty of a peaceful life, which once made him
The disgusting field work looks so tender from a bystander.
I don't know who was standing in front of them, and sang a military song of leaving, and the song spread from the front of the team.
Tan Shuangxi and the soldiers around him also sang. The joy of returning home and his love for this place turned into cheerful songs and bright eyes.
As the team got closer and closer to Dongmen City, a tall colorful gate emerged from the far end of the road. A thick wooden pillar held up a huge plaque with three bright characters on it, Arc de Triomphe.
A welcoming crowd gathered under the Arc de Triomphe. As they arrived, countless firecrackers sounded on both sides, and then the cheerful "When the Soldiers March Back Home" sounded from the loudspeaker. The welcoming people lined the streets waving flags and flowers. Colorful
Paper scraps and streamers were flying down from the roofs on both sides of the road, like a joyous heavy snow.
"Salute!" Following the order, the officers raised their hands in salute, and the sergeants and soldiers all turned their heads to pay attention.
The police and the temporarily seconded National Army soldiers maintained order on both sides of the road and returned salutes in response to orders. Several children in the crowd followed the leading child's shout: "Salute to...sir...!" and made various gestures.
He performed a military salute in surprise and received a burst of cheerful laughter from the soldiers.
Why are we fighting? To protect our wives, not to honor our ancestors, not to honor the Senate, not to protect the life we love, to let more people live such a life, and for the world.
Everyone can live such a life. Tan Shuangxi could not understand this complicated truth before, but now, after experiencing life and death on the battlefield and suddenly returning to normal life, he suddenly understood.
On this section of the road in the city, the team moved very slowly because there were too many people. If it were not for the sake of food safety and order, the people were not allowed to send food to the soldiers, I am afraid it would have moved even slower. But even so,
There were still many women, children and elderly people who crossed the cordon and poured into the team, handing them handkerchiefs, letters and various small gifts.
The person who squeezed in next to Tan Shuangxi was an old farmer. He grabbed the soldier next to Tan Shuangxi and asked with a mixture of anxiety and expectation: "My son is a soldier of the Eighth Battalion. Have they withdrawn?"
The Eighth Battalion was formed in Lingao, and the recruits recruited during its formation were mainly from Danzhou and Lingao. Seeing that the First Battalion, which also set out from Lingao, came back, it was natural to think of the Eighth Battalion.
The soldier was dumbfounded. He had no idea where the Eighth Battalion was.
Tan Shuangxi stepped forward to relieve the soldiers: "Old man, we are part of the Third Mixed Brigade, and the Eighth Battalion is part of the First Mixed Brigade. Now each battalion is arranging rest and recuperation, and they will probably be back soon. Don't worry.
, the first brigade is heading towards Guangzhou. They took Guangzhou almost without firing a gun. Your son will definitely come back safely, so you can rest assured and wait for him at home."
The old farmer seemed to have taken a reassurance, and the anxiety in his eyes turned into relief. He kept holding Tan Shuangxi's hand and said thank you. Tan Shuangxi took advantage of the salute and quickly took out his hand to say goodbye to the old farmer. Of course, the first brigade won Guangzhou.
What a price to pay, but the losses later during the security war were not small.
"Brother, you must come back safely." Tan Shuangxi said to himself and trotted back to the team.
As the team entered the bustling neighborhood, there were more and more people on the street. Some were students organized by the school, wearing uniforms and waving flowers and flags. Others were clerks and customers from nearby shops.
When it was time to do business, I stood on the roadside and imitated the cheers of the students and cheered in Newspeak with a southern and northern accent. The windows of the shops on the second and third floors were also opened, and first a morning star flag on a bamboo pole was stretched out, and then another
There were several smiling faces and arms waving small flags. Someone was probably too excited and leaned out half of his body, almost falling from the building, which caused a burst of exclamations from the crowd of onlookers and soldiers.
"Don't fall down, because it's not worth dying." Tan Shuangxi couldn't help but think to himself. On the battlefield, life can be used to measure the value of a mountain or a city, but here, life is priceless.
Many people in the welcoming crowd held placards with unit numbers and names on them, and looked anxiously at the faces of each soldier who lined up, trying to find familiar faces. But one soldier after another walked past.
, leaving them only anxiety and disappointment.
Probably because he was recognized as a sergeant, people kept coming up to stop him and ask about the situation of such-and-such unit.
At first he was hesitant about what he could and could not say, but later there were too many people gathered around him, and hesitating would only cause greater anxiety to those who came, so he had no choice but to say everything.
"The team you asked about was not from our brigade. They went to Guangxi, and we ended up going to Fujian."
"The casualties in Wuzhou were mainly from the National Army, and the Fubo Army suffered only minor casualties. Just relax!"
"Plague? We have been on the front line. I really don't know this..."
"Fu Sanjin? From which company? There are too many people with that name... from the National Army brigade? They are not from the same group as us..."
"The grenadier company is right behind. You can ask the soldiers behind later..."
"Fifth Artillery Battery? I saw it in Shanwei. The Ming army was very timid. It should be fine..."
Suddenly a timid voice intervened: "Brother Shuangxi? Is it really you?!"