Chapter 596 Witness development and participate in construction
"Captain, are you okay?"
The battle was over, and company commander Gao Kui hurried to Chen Jun. He looked up and down, his eyes full of worry.
Chen Jun shook his head slightly. The violent gunshots and explosions caused his ears to buzz. He was not surprised by the arrival of Longya. These guys themselves often appeared at the border.
He was unfamiliar with the Flying Eagle Team and didn't know anyone. At this time, he had no intention of going over to take a look.
After a long moment of silence, Chen Jun spoke in a low voice: "How are the casualties? Have they been counted?"
"Not too optimistic."
Gao Kui said with an ugly face: "The wounded have been moved to the rear air raid shelters, and there are also some comrades."
Company Commander Gao didn't say anything else. Chen Jun also knew what he meant. He mustered up some strength and waved to Wang Jianxing in the distance: "Old Wang, hurry up. You represent the 353rd Regiment and negotiate with the subsequent units."
"Let them take the seriously injured down the mountain to the hospital, quickly."
"Yes!!"
Wang Jianxing glanced at the helicopter in mid-air, which had landed nearby. A group of men in gray military uniforms, armed to the point that their faces could not be seen, were cooperating with the soldiers in the company to take over the prisoners.
Lao Wang hesitated for a moment, then pulled a veteran and pointed at the group leader: "Please report the specific information to the group leader, I will go over to negotiate."
"What happened?" Chen Jun's eyelids twitched, and his intuition told him that something must have gone wrong.
The veteran assigned by Lao Wang swallowed his saliva and said with a difficult expression: "Captain, Second Lieutenant Li disobeyed orders and did not assist from the rear. He also ran to the front line."
"During the battle on the right-wing fire line, he was shot through the right shoulder and chest by stray bullets. He is currently in a coma."
"Where?"
Chen Jun's pupils shrank suddenly and he spoke hastily. The veteran just reached out and pointed in a direction.
Chen Jun ran quickly. Li Wujie was his orderly. This kid was a bit stunned, and his mind often couldn't turn around.
But the victory lies in the fact that people are honest and have no evil intentions.
As he ran over, Chen Jun's mind flashed back to Li Wujie's appearance in the first battalion. At that time, this kid had just beaten the deputy squad leader of another squad.
Even her front teeth were knocked out, but she was holding her neck tightly and unwilling to admit her mistake, let alone apologize.
Even when facing Chen Jun, who was the battalion commander at the time, he did not bow his head at all. Because he was too stupid to defend himself, he would only say that he was right and that it was the deputy squad leader who beat him for no reason.
It was this kind of stupidity that made Chen Jun see his original self in him.
No one is a sage, and Chen Jun is not a sage.
He could not accept this outcome for the young man who had been working hard by his side for two or three years.
Usually, no matter in the 179th Brigade, in the training department, or in the 353rd Regiment Headquarters, everyone is called Xiao Wu.
Today it was rare that someone called him "Second Lieutenant Li", but he was lying on the ground with his eyes closed tightly and his face was sallow.
"Xiao Wu?!"
Chen Jun ran to the temporary injured place and looked at the people covered in white sheets in the distance. He was in a trance. Then he looked next to him, Li Wujie, who was usually very active.
Chen Jun's eyes immediately turned red, and he squatted on the ground and called softly.
When a man sheds tears, he doesn't shed them lightly, but they are not sad yet.
A damn battle that left too many people permanently in the snowy mountains.
"Xiao Wu?!"
Chen Jun saw that the wound on Li Wujie's shoulder had soaked through the cotton clothes, and the same was true for the chest area. Although the hygienist provided emergency treatment, the treatment of this kind of injury would have minimal effect.
"Captain, the rescuers are here."
Chen Jun squatted on the ground without moving, watching as Wang Jianxing led the Eagle Team to pick up the wounded and place them one by one on the helicopter.
Li Wujie was also carried up.
He took a deep breath. As the leader of the regiment, even though Chen Jun was dizzy and his breathing was short, he still exerted his strength and began to order the work behind him.
Of course, more often than not, he just stood by the mule and horse trail, with his hands on his hips, standing there strong and cheering for all the soldiers.
It's almost dawn.
The passage from the foot of the mountain to the mountain was finally opened. When Cui Zhongquan arrived with comrades from the artillery battery and the engineering brigade, the surrounding area of the mule and horse road had been almost cleared.
Some brave herdsmen and soldiers worked together to clean up the river all night long. Now, except for a little bit of filth in the clear river, the rest has almost returned to its original state.
The cold wind blew all night, blowing away the smell of gun smoke and all traces of the battle.
Cui Zhongquan brought people over and saw Chen Jun standing there intact. Political Commissar Cui also breathed a sigh of relief. After digging the mountain road all night, his hands that were originally covered with calluses became bloody and swollen like pig's trotters. spell.
But he wiped it on his body regardless, went up and hugged Chen Jun: "It's great that you are still alive."
"I heard the gunshots stop and thought you all."
Cui Zhongquan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Then I heard the sound of the helicopter again, and I knew you were okay. Just be okay. Just be okay."
"Old Chen, go and rest. I will take over the follow-up matters. I will take the prisoners back to the military division and hand them over to the management department for negotiation."
"Have a good rest. Whoever is there, please help the leader to have a rest."
Chen Jun nodded and said nothing.
He was indeed tired.
The night before yesterday, I stood in the air-raid shelter all night, waiting for Lin Mu to come back, and went out to look for people for several hours during the day. There was no time to rest during the fierce battle last night.
The soldiers in the company took turns to take a rest, and the cadres also took a rest. Chen Jun stood here without moving.
Soldiers are not machines.
He was used to war, but not to sacrifice.
In the past, every time they returned from a mission in Longya, Deputy Commander Tao would give them two days off. Some would sit in the dormitory and clean their guns for two days and two nights without saying a word.
Some go to the base boxing gym and find instructors to attack with all their might, until they are exhausted and completely unconscious before they stop.
What Chen Jun liked most was to drag Lao Geng, and the two of them ran to the back mountain and sat there in a daze.
They may be happy because a beautiful flower suddenly grows in a corner of the base, or they may be silent because the flower withers.
Everyone's way of catharsis is different, but the only thing that is the same is that they are using their own methods to forget those people who always disappear from the base every time they come back from a mission.
Accompanied by regimental personnel, Chen Jun returned to the dormitory where the snow had been cleared away, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
He had a dream, which was very long and confusing.
I dreamed about Li Haiyao, I dreamed about the children born in Jinling, I dreamed about a group of brothers from Lu Yuan in the past, I dreamed about He Jing, Liang Kui, Yang Fan and Shen Congjun.
He dreamed about Wang Heng, the stern squad leader when he was a new student, and Wang Zhanting, the deputy dean of the undergraduate college who took great care of him but has now retired.
I dreamed of Zhao Ziheng who changed jobs and returned to his hometown.
. . . . . . . .
September 23rd at nine o'clock in the morning. A day and a night have passed since the battle on the night of the 21st.
At the door of Chen Jun's dormitory, Wang Jianxing, chief of staff of the 353rd Regiment, and Cui Zhongquan, political commissar, stood there with hesitant expressions on their faces.
Lao Wang scratched his head and deliberately lowered his voice and said: "Political Commissar, the regiment leader may not be able to overcome this hurdle this time. How about waking up the regiment leader and arranging for comrades to escort him back to the regiment headquarters first."
"The family members of the fallen comrades are coming over today. I'm afraid that even if the regiment leader wakes up, he won't be able to persist. After all, he has just arrived at the border and needs to get used to it."
"Okay."
Cui Zhongquan nodded. He also understood Chen Jun's state. After all, whoever just came here would not be so easy to adapt to such a thing. There are many more serious ones than this.
Just as the two were discussing, the dormitory door suddenly opened from the inside. Chen Jun had already put on his clothes and returned to his usual calm.
Seeing them all at the door, Chen Jun raised his hand and rubbed his temples: "What do the families of the comrades who died this time say?"
"Should you take him back, or should we place him there?"
Seeing that Chen Jun's spirit had recovered, Cui Zhongquan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and responded: "A small number of people asked to be brought back, but most of them hope that we can give comrades a resting place here."
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"For those I want to bring back, I have contacted their local management department and armed forces department and asked them to assist in burying them in the Martyrs Cemetery in their place of residence."
"Okay, let's go take a look."
Chen Jun nodded and took the lead to walk out of the dormitory.
Wang Jianxing on the side originally wanted to remind the group leader to have a meal, but now the mountain and the mountain have been connected, supplies have been transported, and everything is back to normal.
But looking at the leader's state, he didn't say anything in the end.
The political commissar also shook his head and said nothing. The instructor had recorded the battle in detail and forwarded it to the war zone, where he was to award the Lamujia Border Defense Company first-class collective merit.
It is obviously not appropriate to talk about this kind of thing at this moment.
Family members came to join the company.
Chen Jun had been leading people around to comfort him, but the stupid boy who had been following him all day suddenly disappeared, which made him really uncomfortable.
But according to what Lao Wang said, news came from the war zone hospital that although Li Wujie was seriously injured, fortunately it did not hurt his vitals and he was out of danger.
Other seriously injured comrades, without exception, have passed the critical period and are recovering from their injuries.
This is a blessing in misfortune.
In the evening, Chen Jun declined the company cadres' company and took only Wang Jianxing with him. They bypassed the company headquarters and climbed behind a low mountain.
There is a slope at this sheltered bay.
This is the Lamujia Martyrs Cemetery. It covers a small area, just over an acre, but the environment is a bit rough.
A ring of barbed wire was used to replace the wall. There were no flowers, trees, or spirits to accompany them. Instead, there was just a wooden raft erected, and many of the writings on it were blurred.
Some of them didn't even have wooden signs. The border guards changed one after another. Over time, too many of them became the tombs of the unknown soldiers.
At first glance, it looks similar to the ancestral graves of ordinary people in remote rural areas.
The martyrs rested on the snow-capped mountains. During the holidays, they had no family members to pay their respects, no sacrifices or flowers to see. They were allowed to rage in the strong wind and the heavy snow fell, but they always coexisted with the snow-capped mountains and the sun and the moon.
Chen Jun was silent and looked up into the distance. The sky was still so far away, the wind was still so cold, and the mountains were still so towering.
The environment didn't seem to have changed much, but the mood was very different from the previous few days.
Wang Jianxing stood nearby, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "Captain, why don't you go back to the regimental headquarters first?"
"This Martyrs Cemetery is no longer in use. They are all buried in Linzhi Martyrs Cemetery. These are ancestors from the 1950s and 1960s to the 1980s and 1990s."
"The country is developing and will definitely get better and better in the future."
"Yes, it will get better and better."
Chen Jun nodded, noncommittal.
While the two were chatting, a dozen herdsmen suddenly appeared on the mountain road in the distance. Those walking in front looked very young. With the support of the younger generation, they came over tremblingly.
This group of people carried flowers, drinks, and some local food to commemorate.
Chen Jun stared blankly. He had heard before at the regiment headquarters that many old herdsmen would go up the mountain to pay homage every now and then.
This is the relationship between the military and civilians that was established during those difficult years. Many of the young men back then are now old. Some of them are veterans, and some are from families who are often helped by the military.
People of that generation valued emotions the most. They saw that many of the roads in the border defense were dug out by officers and soldiers through the mountains, with pickaxes and shovels, pickaxes and shovels.
It has brought convenience to the local area and also helped their development.
I came here to see an old friend from back then and reminisce about the past.
Chen Jun looked at the group of old people being supported by young people from a distance of nearly a hundred meters, stood at attention and raised his hands in salute!
The old man in the distance watched silently, muddy tears flowing from his eyes, no one spoke, no one tried to break this environment.
After a long time, Chen Jun put down his arm, greeted Wang Jianxing and left.
Border defense will indeed develop better and better, but this requires the efforts of one generation after another.
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In the 1960s and 1970s, there was a saying circulating here that it is difficult to enter Tibet but difficult to reach the sky, and it is easy to go abroad and difficult to get out of Tibet.
Because the terrain here is complex, with high cold and rugged terrain, ice and snow in winter and spring, and long lines, construction is very difficult.
But now it has improved. The Qinghe River has been built as a national second-class black grade road and has become the main artery in and out of Tibet. The other two roads have also developed with the development of tourism, with various adventure tours and an endless stream of people from the mainland doing business.
It has completely improved the situation of walking thousands of miles into the desert and not seeing a soul for several days.
Even the air corridor has opened more than 10 routes. Convenient transportation is the basis for the development of border defense.
Chen Jun stayed here for six years.
It was also the six years when border defense developed the fastest.
He participated in construction, participated in policy improvements, and led people on the front line.
Today's border guards no longer need to rely on old spear darts. Many companies rely on ecological technology to build agricultural ecological experimental stations.
All edible green vegetables from the mainland can be supplied here in time. After several years of hard work, high-quality green vegetables have finally settled in the border area.
Although there are still some places with too high altitude that cannot be reached, it is all a matter of time. Soon, Chen Jun believes that they will all be achieved.
In terms of accommodation, the regiment headquarters and many places have been replaced with sun-heated rooms, and cultural facilities are also under constant construction.
The serious lack of cultural and spiritual life in the past has been completely improved. Even the snowy mountain outpost has built a fully functional entertainment room with a large-screen color TV and a local area network.
The military region continues to absorb modern scientific and technological achievements, expand the field of cultural activities, and has successively invested in the construction of network clubs for front-line posts and equipped with border defense cultural information equipment.
Chen Jun has been guarding the border here for six years. He participated in and witnessed the development of border defense.
He lost a lot in six years, but gained even more.
For example, Kyoto's transfer order.
(End of chapter)