After the old man almost fell, the old lady seemed to understand and started sobbing. Her voice was very small, but it seemed to shake the quiet afternoon. She tremblingly stretched out her hand to support the old man, and the two of them picked up the bamboo together and placed it next to him.
Basket. Tan Shuangxi wanted to help, but looking at the old man and old lady supporting each other, something stopped him in his tracks. The militia captain helped the old lady's arm and carried the bamboo basket on his back.
On the shoulder. The old lady did not refuse, let go of the bamboo basket, took the old man's arm, leaned on the old man's shoulder, and the two slowly walked out of the vegetable garden.
Zhang Laicai muttered: "Do you want to follow me?"
"No need to ask, the things haven't been given yet!"
The two of them followed reluctantly. Tan Shuangxi had done this kind of thing once before with the platoon leader. According to his words, he would have been bored for at least three days.
After entering the house, the old man said gently: "Old lady, go get some water for these two children." The old lady walked in with her back hunched over.
Tan Shuangxi took out a kraft paper envelope from his bag, opened it in front of him, and took out everything one by one: "Guo...Dad Guo, this is Dapeng's death notice; this is the pension check; this is
These are his medals and medals; this is his cemetery certificate - Dapeng is now buried in a military cemetery on the mainland; this is a list of his belongings: a few old military uniforms, a bedding, and some scattered things.
The post office will send it to you in a few days. Check it yourself. If there is anything wrong, write to this address - if you can't write, ask the village office to write."
Finally, he took out a piece of paper and said: "You can give us your fingerprints so that we can go back and sell the business."
The old man is like a wooden man, he does whatever he says
Tan Shuangxi handed the things to the old man. He was not busy looking at them, but asked everyone to sit down. He sat down on a bench, looked at the two Fubo sergeants and said, "How are you doing in the battle in the north?"
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"The Ming army was vulnerable," Tan Shuangxi said. "It took almost no effort to fight with the officers and soldiers. They all surrendered after hearing the news. Later, Xiong Wencan, a dog official who went around inciting bandits to riot, got some hard work. He died in a bad battle.
Many brothers..." Tan Shuangxi knew that the problem was not about fighting at all...
The old man remained silent and hunched over. He didn't know if he was listening to Tan Shuangxi's battle report. Tan Shuangxi thought that maybe he didn't hear anything at all.
The old lady came out with several bowls of water, her eyes were red. She must have been crying in the room.
Tan Shuangxi was drinking from the bowl. It was the cheapest coconut shell bowl. Refugees would be given a bowl like this after they were taken in. It was their first gift. The shells of these bowls were already very bumpy.
He didn't speak for a while.
The old lady looked at the old man for a while, as if she had received some consent, and turned to Tan Shuangxi and said: "Why is Dapeng... missing?" The old lady spoke Shandong dialect, and Tan Shuangxi did not understand.
But he probably guessed the meaning, and the militia captain also quietly translated it to him.
"What is supposed to come will come." Tan Shuangxi thought to himself, then paused and said, "Since Xiong Wencan incited the bandits to riot, there have been bandits everywhere. We just kept marching and rushing. One time when we went to suppress the bandits, we encountered
When the bandits ambush them, they were in the woods on the roadside and attacked the team with firearms. The distance was too close and a pebble hit Dapeng." Tan Shuangxi gestured on his chest and continued: "...the health worker went up to rescue him.
He was out of breath, and all of a sudden..."
The old man listened attentively. The old lady was sitting on the bench next to her, leaning against the old man, sobbing softly. The neighbor's woman had been called to sit behind her and support her. The old man's face was a little pale and he asked
Said: "What happened next?"
"Later we eliminated all these bandits, rescued more than 200 abducted women and children, and seized many stolen items," Zhang Laicai took over, "The next day we sent people to deliver them all
gone back."
"It's worth it," the old man said.
Tan Shuangxi didn't know how to answer his words. Although there was no crying as expected, he still felt that he couldn't stay in this small room, so he looked at Zhang Laicai. Although Zhang Laicai was considered a "talker" in the company, he was also a "talker" at the moment.
The passenger sat on pins and needles. He just kept looking at Tan Shuangxi with pleading eyes, hoping that he would end it soon.
After finally being able to say goodbye, the old couple had to fulfill their duties as hosts and left the two non-commissioned officers for dinner. Tan Shuangxi and Zhang Laicai almost begged to say goodbye, leaving the village chief and a few neighbors to accompany the two old people.
As they were about to reach the entrance of the village, a shrill cry suddenly came from the direction of the old man's hut. Tan Shuangxi and Zhang Lai trembled unconsciously, quickly quickened their pace, and fled the village as if they were running away.
After leaving the village, he heaved a sigh of relief: "I am most afraid of this kind of thing." Tan Shuangxi said, "I feel ashamed to see my family members."
"What are you talking about? It's getting late. Let's go to Fushan Town to rest for the night."
Although Fushan Town is within Chengmai County, it is actually at the junction of the two counties. The aboriginal people here also belong to the "Lingao people" and speak the same dialect. Because of its convenient geographical location and the Lingao City Railway has a station here, the business
It was relatively prosperous. The two of them arrived in Fushan and checked into a room in a local military-designated hotel. With nothing to do, they inevitably had a "drink" in the evening.
After a few glasses of wine, Tan Shuangxi said what he had been holding back all afternoon: "How will Guo Dapeng and his mother live as an old couple in the future?"
"There are pensions and survivor's allowances. Are the old couple worried that they can't survive?" Zhang Laicai said, "Besides, he has a son and a daughter at home. Even if he is not around, he still sends money back. When his eldest son comes back,
It just goes naturally.”
"Yes, I have a son at home, so I won't be bullied!" Tan Shuangxi said and took a sip, "If he is really an only son, then it all depends on whether the people in the village have any conscience!"
"It depends on how Murakami has arranged it. I think the village chief is quite nice. Zhongxing is an immigrant village. His family has no ties to the local area, which is actually a good thing. Anyone who has several relatives will be sharpening their skills now." Zhang Laicai
He drank a full glass of beer, said with emotion, and then greeted loudly: "Man! Is there any hard liquor?!"
The clerk came over quickly with a smile on his face: "Yes! Yes! There is Xue Ziliang brand fruit brandy, 45 degrees..."
"Have a bottle!"
The waiter was stunned and advised: "A bottle of 750 ml is too much for two people. You can also buy it by the cup..."
"Shit! Why do you think we can't pay?" Zhang Laicai slapped the table.
"I don't mean it, I don't mean it. You're always taking care of the store's business, and it's not too late for the store to thank you." When the waiter saw that the two soldiers were upset, he didn't dare to say anything anymore - soldiers had been coming to visit in the past few days.
There are quite a few of them, and even though they spend money like water, when they cause trouble, the store becomes noisy."
He turned back to the counter to place an order for drinks, and whispered to the apprentice: "Go outside and see where the patrolling military police are."
Tan Shuangxi knew that this probably brought back some past events, so he didn't ask any more questions. In fact, he could guess this kind of thing. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but lose interest. He said:
"Ma Niao is not far from here. I'll go and have a look when I'm on vacation in the future. There are quite a few soldiers in Zhongxing Village. It's not difficult to help them with anything."
Helping others is fake, only when someone is watching can others be wary.
"Yes, the team will go there often to see if it's better." Zhang Laicai poured himself half a glass of brandy, which seemed to suggest that he would be drunk before resting.
"Were you there when Guo Dapeng died? I don't think you told the truth to the old man."
"Drink a few sips less, or you'll get a headache if you drink too much." Although Tan Shuangxi said this, he also poured half a glass for himself. He tilted his neck and poured all the wine in the glass into his mouth, and a line of fire went straight from his throat to his stomach.
.Suddenly made him dizzy. He had never liked strong drinks, but now he wished that the wine was stronger and stronger. After a hangover, he would forget all the scenes of that day, but at this moment, the effect of alcohol was completely
On the contrary, the scene at that time came to mind as if it had been in a movie.
The moment the gunfire fell, Tan Shuangxi had already rushed to Guo Dapeng, grabbed his clothes and pulled him into a ravine nearby. Guo Dapeng was unconscious. His eyes were slightly open, and his mouth was opened vigorously.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" he breathed. Tan Shuangxi knew that this was a pneumothorax caused by being shot in the chest. If the wound was not blocked as soon as possible, he would be suffocated to death. This was what he had learned in the battlefield rescue training before the expedition.
Tan Shuangxi quickly tore off Guo Dapeng's clothes and backpack with both hands, but he had too much equipment on him! Water bottles, belts, bullet belts, primer boxes, grenade bags, backpacks... Time was tight, and Tan Shuangxi could not afford to do the same thing.
I went to untie his equipment and look for wounds, but I could only tear open the buttons on his chest!
Fortunately, it was summer, and Guo Dapeng was only wearing a vest and a military uniform. After unbuttoning his clothes, he saw a bullet hole on his right chest. The bullet hole was small and round, probably a stone, like a bandit.
He couldn't bear to bear the real lead. The small bullet holes spurted out black and red plasma with his nervous breathing, dyeing the white linen vest red...
Tan Shuangxi tore open the first aid kit and pressed it directly on the bullet hole without having time to unfold it. He pressed hard with both hands for fear that air would come out of the bullet hole again. However, Guo Dapeng's breathing still did not improve, but became weaker and weaker.
"Hygienist! Hygienist!" He shouted urgently, and the sound of gunshots and shouts of death rang out all around. No one responded to his call.
"It must have penetrated! There are still wounds in the back!" The soldier next to him held a gun and reminded him while being alert. Tan Shuangxi lowered his head and saw that the yellow soil and green turf were soaked with blood, and the blood had turned black.