Chapter 203: It’s not just that you have never drank Maotai? (Request full order)
Malipo is the forward command post of a certain army of ours. When Cheng Xuemin and his several teams arrived, it was almost dark!
There was no grand welcome ceremony. They were greeted by a continuous stream of wounded soldiers who were transported from the front line and sent to the command post field hospital.
Each team had no time to take a short rest, so they requested to go to the field hospital to express condolences to the injured soldiers.
Of course, the artistic condolence group not only sang and danced, but also chatted with the wounded soldiers, and providing psychological comfort and counseling was also a kind of spiritual comfort.
But at the beginning!
When several young comrades, including Gong Yin, saw the severely disabled soldiers in the field hospital, they immediately felt uncomfortable and ran out to vomit.
Although they have suffered hardships as educated youths sent to the countryside, they have never been on a real battlefield.
I don’t know the cruelty on the battlefield, and I have never seen the blood on the battlefield.
Although I had gone to the hospital to express condolences to the wounded soldiers in Kunming before, this was in a military hospital in a big city, and the soldiers were already in the process of recovering from their injuries.
How can there be such a reality as this frontline field hospital?
Not to mention Gong Yin and other lesbians, even Cheng Xuemin couldn't help but shed tears when he entered the field hospital and watched and listened to everyone wailing and crying.
They were shouting, "Doctor, where is my hand?"
"Doctor, where are my legs? How can I walk without legs? How can I go to the battlefield to kill the enemy?"
"Doctor, my eyes... why can't I see my eyes?"
Hymn to heroes!
Although Li Shuangjiao was already organizing various teams to sing a 'heroic hymn' for these heroes.
But Cheng Xuemin felt that no matter how good the hymn was, it would be pale and powerless in front of these real heroes!
Cheng Xuemin also joined in chatting with the soldiers to distract them from their pain, and also explained his purpose of coming here.
When they heard that Cheng Xuemin was an author and would write a novel about their deeds, the soldiers' emotions obviously became much more enthusiastic.
Cheng Xuemin looked at the soldier who had his legs amputated in front of him and chatted with him in a choked tone.
Gong Yin, Han Qiaoyue and the other lesbians quickly overcame their first discomfort and soon got into the mood. They started chatting with the wounded soldiers and soon got into the mood, talking and laughing, and even some Start singing and dancing.
Cheng Xuemin finally asked: "Xiao Yang, have you ever regretted going to the battlefield?"
The soldier Xiao Yang, whose legs were sawed off, was suddenly stunned. Looking at his empty trouser legs, he struggled and gritted his teeth and said, "I don't regret it!"
The childish struggle at the beginning was no longer in his eyes, but he answered loudly and resolutely: "Brother Xuemin, I don't regret it!"
"I became a soldier just so I could go to the battlefield and kill the enemy to protect my country! People will always die in wars, and there will always be sacrifices on the battlefield."
"If I don't go to the battlefield and sacrifice my life, there will be other children like me who go to the battlefield and fight bravely to kill the enemy, and they will also make sacrifices!"
"Brother Xuemin, do you think what I said is right?!"
In an instant, Cheng Xuemin looked at the young face in front of him that was childish but also full of determination and no regrets. He was truly speechless, and tears rolled uncontrollably in his eyes.
After Cheng Xuemin's condolences ended, they were first arranged to rest in the camp.
But he kept thinking over and over again what the childish warrior had just said firmly and loudly.
yes!
It is precisely because there are so many ordinary young warriors who devote their incomparable and infinite loyalty and bravery that they have held up the sky and the land in our peaceful era.
Cheng Xuemin couldn't sleep all night, so he stood up and held a lamp to write. These will be the materials for his future articles, and they are the most heroic deeds.
Although all the heroic deeds that can be sung and cried can't be described one by one in "Wreaths Under the Mountains", what about two, three or four?
In the future, Cheng Xuemin will not be able to write only "Garland Under the Mountain". There will also be many other novels about this battlefield!
Cheng Xuemin wanted to combine the materials he recorded during his trip south and tried to interview him. His promise to write them all into the novel was fulfilled!
He is an author who writes manuscripts and articles. He just moves the pen and does not have to go to the battlefield with a gun to fight the enemy. What qualifications does he have to disappoint those soldiers?
That’s why Cheng Xuemin wanted to write every hero he interviewed into his novel.
Because he has already promised!
The heroic soldiers had a concern in their hearts, and they were looking forward to seeing their names appear in Cheng Xuemin's novels.
With just this little hope, what qualifications did Cheng Xuemin have to disappoint them?
Next two days.
The headquarters did not arrange a large-scale condolence performance because this is a frontline headquarters and the war ahead has been ongoing. The leaders simply did not have the energy to care about condolence performances.
The people who received Cheng Xuemin and the others were all art officers from the headquarters and military department, and they were arranging small-scale condolences performances.
besides!
It was also under the auspices of Political Commissar Hu that flowers were presented to the Malipo Martyrs Tombs.
"The troops are going up again!"
"Xuemin Xiaoyan Xiaoge, the troops are going up again tonight!"
"We will assemble immediately and be on standby at any time!"
Captain Li Shuangjiang heard the news and saw the soldiers outside starting to gather again. He quickly ran back to their camp and informed Cheng Xuemin that they were shouting.
"Are you going up again?"
Cheng Xuemin's face was horrified when he heard this. It was already mid-March, and the fighting in various places was almost at the end of the first phase. Why did the troops continue to charge forward?
certainly!
Cheng Xuemin couldn't help but he hesitated, and quickly shouted to Ge You and the others: "Old Ge Xiaoyan, get ready, let's go over and have a look!"
"Old Cheng, are you really going to the battlefield?"
Ge You's legs softened when he heard this, and he could hardly stand. He had made preparations for the battlefield, otherwise he would not have asked for this line of condolences like Cheng Xuemin.
But I never thought that the day of going to the battlefield would come so quickly!
This is a real battlefield!
Kulin Mountain not far ahead of them is a line of sight. The sound of gunfire on the other side of the mountain is continuous almost every day.
When Ge You and the others first arrived, they might have been a little uncomfortable. Almost every time, they were startled by the sudden explosion of gunfire.
I finally got used to it in the past two days, but I didn’t expect to go further.
"Lao Ge, go over and assemble first!"
Cheng Xuemin turned back and glanced at Ge You, then immediately took out his hand, supported Ge You and led him away.
"Lao Cheng, have I embarrassed everyone?"
Ge You asked with a tearful voice.
"No shame!"
"Lao Ge, the fact that you are standing here now has proven your courage. No one will laugh at you and embarrass you!"
Cheng Xuemin’s words were not meant to appease Lao Ge!
"Xiao Ge, what Xuemin said is right. If you can ask for orders from Kunming, if you can stand at this frontline command post and perform condolences to the brave soldiers, you are also a brave soldier of art and art, so there is no shame!"
Captain Li Shuangjiang glanced at Ge You, echoed Cheng Xuemin's words, and comforted Ge You.
In this era of peace, those who have the courage to go to the front line of the battlefield are well done!
"team leader!"
"Xuemin!"
"I heard the troops are going up!"
The instructions were also quickly conveyed to the lesbians. Gong Yin and Han Qiaoyue rallied to Cheng Xuemin and the others, saying hello and asking.
"Go and take a look first!"
Captain Li Shuangjiang nodded solemnly and led his team to assemble on the playground.
The leaders are already mobilizing on the battlefield! Political Commissar Hu, who came with the General Political Department's cultural troupe, had already set up a singing stage for condolence performances in front of the grass shed in the playground.
It was also the first time that a banner was hung high on the thatched hut: the Song and Dance Condolence Troupe of the General Political Department Art and Works came to the front line to perform.
Cheng Xuemin looked at the soldiers gathered on the playground, all of them with firm and solemn faces, and listened to the mobilization speeches of the leaders in front of the rostrum.
I also realized that I was really about to go to the front line!
Throughout the ages, when soldiers want to go into battle to kill the enemy, they will arrange to drink Zhuangxing wine. After the leaders mobilized, they set up hundreds of tables in the open air on the large playground.
Cheng Xuemin and the others were standing on a high ground, and they couldn't even see the edge at a glance.
Ge You, Gong Ying, and other performers from the General Political Department's song, dance, and art troupes have all gathered behind the condolence stage, and they are also competing on stage to sing and dance in each program.
Li Shuangjiang sang his "Red Star Shines on Me to Fight", "Sunflowers on Faka Mountain" and "Goodbye, Mom".
Wan Shanhong, Dong Wenhua and others also took the stage one after another and sang "Ode to Red Plum Blossoms", "Revolutionary Red Song", and the chorus "Defend the Yellow River" and "Hymn to Heroes".
In this era, the familiar red songs that I grew up listening to inspired the soldiers to fight bravely.
The hundreds of tables of wine and food served by the old chief were actually not very rich, just a few plates of fried local vegetables, pork and beef.
There is a whole chicken on each table, as well as cigarettes and wine, which are also common local brands.
Before dinner!
The old chief raised the wine bowl again, like an old father giving endless instructions to his children who were about to go to the front line.
at last!
He also raised his wine bowl and looked at the children with tears in his eyes and asked, "If you have any other requests, just ask me!"
The old chief knew that the wave of children rushing up in front of him was to gnaw the hardest bones to survive...
so!
This farewell meal may very well be the last farewell meal for the children! Whatever wishes he had, he would try his best to satisfy them no matter what.
There was so much kindness and love in his tone that it moved all the soldiers present, who heard a burst of commotion and started laughing.
Several young soldiers not far from Cheng Xuemin pushed up a shy and blushing soldier. He stood up awkwardly, obviously panicked, and whispered something.
"What? Comrade, what did you say? Speak louder!" The old leader looked over and encouraged the little soldier to speak loudly!
Because Cheng Xuemin was sitting close, he heard what the little warrior just whispered, and he couldn't help but become dumbfounded.
Unexpectedly, a familiar scene and a familiar little request happened under his eyes!
“Reporting to the chief, he said that we have never drank Maotai in such a long time!”
The little warrior was too shy to stand up and speak anymore, so the cheering warriors beside him spoke loudly for him in unison.
In fact, they also spoke for themselves.
Then, there were waves of commotions among the banquets in the big playground, and people cheered and laughed, shouting: "Yes, Chief, we have grown so old, and we haven't drank Maotai yet!"
When the old leader heard this, he did not join in the laughter. Instead, he stood stiffly on the spot, with tears already streaming down his face, and murmured to himself: "It's not just that you have never drunk Maotai!"
Cheng Xuemin, who had a good ear, heard the old leader's muttering to himself. The voice was very soft, but it exploded in Cheng Xuemin's heart like a thunderbolt from the blue.
yes!
These are the cutest young warriors. How can they grow up without ever drinking Moutai?
After some laughter, the soldiers all looked at the old leader in front, waiting for his reply.
The old leader came back to his senses, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and roared loudly: "Okay, I promise you, in exchange for wine!"
"Replace the soldiers with Maotai wine, now!"
Following the old leader's order, the logistics flew up to find Maotai liquor for the soldiers who were about to go to the front line to gnaw the hardest bones.
But there was no Maotai liquor in the camp. I couldn't find one or two bottles at all.
If there is none in the camp, then go to the nearby commune to look for it. Go to the nearby county to look for it. Even if you go to the city, you have to find the Maotai wine that the soldiers want to drink.
"Xiao Cheng, get ready quickly, the old chief wants to see you!"
Political Commissar Hu suddenly came to Cheng Xuemin and told him that the old leader over there wanted to see him, which instantly aroused Cheng Xuemin's doubts.
At this time, why did the old chief come to find him?
"good!"
Although Cheng Xuemin was confused, he did not dare to delay, so he quickly nodded and put down the bowls and chopsticks. Under the equally confused eyes of Li Shuangji, Ge You, Gong Ying and others, he followed Political Commissar Hu to the main table.
"Old chief, this is Comrade Cheng Xuemin, the pioneer of reform!"
Political Commissar Hu introduced Cheng Xuemin to the main table and introduced him to the old chief sitting at the head.
"Hello, Chief!"
Cheng Xuemin came to him, stood upright, and saluted the old leader with a military salute.
"Okay, okay, we have Comrade Cheng Xuemin on the front line, you are such a pen-wielding pioneer, okay, okay!"
"Quick, quick, Comrade Cheng Xuemin, sit here, sit here, don't be restrained, don't be restrained!"
The old chief greeted Cheng Xuemin and sat down next to him. Cheng Xuemin didn't hesitate and replied "yes" and sat down.
"Xuemin! Your arrival really surprised me!"
"Both the old leader and I thought that you would stay in Kunming, or at most, you would stay on the front line in Wenshan to offer condolences, perform and conduct interviews on the spot!"
"But I have never prepared for you to come to my Malipo forward command post to perform condolences!"
"Really, Xuemin, your courage is the same as that of all the soldiers sitting here, they are all great!"
The old chief's words immediately shocked Cheng Xuemin, and he asked: "Old chief, do you know me?"
It has been several days since I came to the Malipo Forward Command Post, and it was the first time that Cheng Xuemin met and talked with the old commander at such a close distance.
I really didn’t expect that the old chief actually knew about him!
He also said that he and his old leader thought that Cheng Xuemin would stay in Kunming or on the Wenshan front line.
Not to mention Kunming, it is considered the commander-in-chief’s rear area.
The Wenshan front line can also be considered a quasi-front line. It is about two hundred kilometers behind their current Malipo forward command post. Cheng Xuemin and others passed by when they came all the way, and they also left a few teams to perform condolences.
"I must know!"
"Before you arrived, Yanjing's dedicated hotline called me, saying that you, a pioneer, might come to our side!"
"But at that time, I yelled at you directly on the phone, scolding you as a student who only knows how to use a pen. How could you have the courage to come to my front line?"
The old chief may have drunk a little wine, his face was red and he smiled bitterly: "But now I realize that I really underestimated him!"
"Well done, well done!"
The old chief patted Cheng Xuemin heavily on the shoulder, couldn't help praising Cheng Xuemin, and said: "Xuemin, your article is well done! Take a look now!"
"Look at our childish, cute and determined young faces. What do you want to say to them?"
"Old chief, you just said that it's useless to be able to write some articles. How about I sing a song for the soldiers? It's a new song I wrote based on my feelings in the past few days. Can I do that?"
Cheng Xuemin's face was extremely complicated. He didn't expect that others were performing condolences on the front line, and Yanjing was also paying attention to his movements.
Needless to say, the old chief of the old chief, Cheng Xuemin could guess that it must be Mr. Wu who called here and asked to take care of Cheng Xuemin, right?
"Okay, okay, okay, okay, as long as it is written and sung by you, the pioneer, Xuemin, we soldiers will definitely want to listen to it and like it!"
…
Asking for a monthly ticket!
(End of this chapter)