25 Those past

September is a teety season, and it is also a season full of stories. This season is also doomed to have many stories that have happened or will happen.

Xiao Chen and the five people who had just returned to the Baoding Division after the exercise were warmly welcomed by all the officers and soldiers of the 112th Division. The results of the exercise had already been reported. When Xiao Chen and the five people came to the empty training ground about 3,000 meters in front of the division with Zheng Dahu's jeep, tens of thousands of people from the 112 Division were neatly arranged. The officers and soldiers can hardly see the vast array at a glance.

"Grewal." Looking at the five people of Xiao Chen who got off the jeep, an officer next to Major General Zhang Zizhong of the 112th Division shouted solemnly. Tens of thousands of officers and soldiers of the division immediately raised their right hands neatly and looked at the five people of Xiao Chen with an excited expression.

This is respect for heroes and respect from the heart. Even if the five people in front of them did not achieve the final victory, the result is no longer important. What matters is the process. Without any logistical support, they killed nearly 300 people from the enemy with the strength of five people. Where can such a result be found? Even the members of the Arrow Special Brigade may not be able to achieve such a result! Therefore, the officers and soldiers of the 112th Division are proud of them and are also proud to be born in the 112th Division. The 112th Division is the elite division of the 38th Army, the trump card of the Beijing Military Region, and the model of all Chinese soldiers. This is the cradle of heroes and an iron-blooded force with a long history.

"Grewal." Zheng Dahu's eyes were slightly red. Looking at the tens of thousands of officers and soldiers of the whole division with proud eyes in excitement, a feeling of happiness rippled all over his body.

The mood of Xiao Chen's five people is almost the same as that of Zheng Dahu. When they left, these people were seeing them off, and when they came back, they were also greeting them. A month ago, their eyes were full of expectations, and a month later, their eyes were full of excitement. Although the five of them were all iron men, when they really faced such a scene, they couldn't help but be moved. They raised their right hand and saluted the army.

Only a real man and a real man will be moved in such a scene. Only such a scene can move a real man.

Zhang Zizhong slowly walked to the front of Xiao Chen and the five people. After looking at the crowd, he stopped his eyes on Xiao Chen and said with a kind smile, "Xiao Chen, you did a good job." What Zhang Zizhong said was not slow, calm and calm, and there was no special color in his eyes. However, who knows that this man in his fifties has experienced the real baptism of war. Compared with the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam, what is this exercise? How many hot-blooded young men fell beside him in the "Laoshan 712 Victory"? How many good soldiers have been sacrificed to defend the country in the ten-year war against Vietnam? In that way, the battlefield is the real battlefield. For the sacred land that the motherland cannot be desecrated, their group of people are willing to bleed, willing to sacrifice, and have no complaints, even if the price paid is to disappear in this world forever.

Looking at the five people in front of him, Master Zhang Zizhong suddenly found that his eyes were wet. Yes, he cried, because he remembered the war that lasted for ten years 30 years ago, the countless fallen soldiers and brothers around him, the eight years of resistance that his father often told him, and the countless The era of heroes. It was an era of war, an era full of sadness, and an era full of pride and pride. How many Chinese people's self-confidence were inspired in that era? At that time, all the people in China were closely united. A country, 40,000 compatriots, was an indestructible torrent and an inclimbable mountain.

"Teacher?" Zheng Dahu said softly. Looking at the face of the man in front of him, Zheng Dahu knew that the man who was not much older than him had a more thrilling past than himself.

"It's okay." Zhang Zizhong smiled and gently wiped the corners of his eyes. Then he turned to look at the tens of thousands of soldiers behind him and shouted loudly, "Comrades, the five people in front of you have done a good job. They have been fighting in the deep mountains and forests for 29 days without logistics and support, and killed 326 enemies. They are role models for all officers and soldiers of the 112th Division to follow. The revolutionary martyrs of those years exchanged blood and sacrifice for the peace and prosperity of China today, but we can never slack off, because we are soldiers, and we should always remind ourselves in our minds that we want to protect our country.

"Fighting the country" "Fighting the country"......

The tsunami-like sound of tens of thousands of soldiers shook in the sky, which lasted for a long time and distracted people.

Looking at everything in front of him and the soldiers full of men's fighting spirit, Xiao Chen suddenly felt that he was very small, as small as a drop in the sea. Seven days ago, I was still thinking about the award, thinking about making a look in the military zone, and thinking about the prestige of returning to Nanjing. A bitter smile of self-reproach rippled at the corners of Xiao Chen's mouth. If you understand, you will be mature.

Xiao Chen knew a lot about this exercise and understood a lot.

The next morning, Xiao Chen arrived at Zhang Zizhong's office in the division department with the notice of the guard.

"Master, are you looking for me?" Xiao Chen's tone was a little floating. I don't know what the teacher will do with him.

"I'm coming. Sit down." Zhang Zizhong said with a smile, pouring a glass of water and handing it to Xiao Chen with a porcelain jar whose appearance had fallen off a lot of white paint.

After taking the teapot with both hands, the bright red characters on the teapot suddenly attracted Xiao Chen's attention, "to commemorate the 712 victory of Laoshan". Looking at these words, Xiao Chen frowned.

"Do you know the war that happened 30 years ago?" After Zhang Zizhong sat down, he looked at Xiao Chen and asked. His tone was very light, and then he smiled at himself, "How do you know that that history has been hidden?"

"Didn't you mean the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam?" Xiao Chen asked tentatively. Throughout the growth history of New China, only the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam took place 30 years ago.

"Oh? You know." Zhang Zizhong smiled and was a little surprised by the young man's insight.

"When I was a child, I heard what the villagers said, but I just knew that there was this war, and I didn't know the rest. People in the village like to talk about things like landmine warfare, tunnel warfare or Taierzhuang bloody warfare." Xiao Chen explained with a smile.

"Would you like to hear about the war 30 years ago?" Zhang Zizhong is still smiling, but there is still a different charm in his smile. It seems to be recalling, nostalgic, and sighing. Although Xiao Chen can't fully feel this smile, Xiao Chen understands a lot with his keen intuition.

"Master, you can tell me." Xiao Chen nodded and replied.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it. It's just that every time I see the teapot in your hand, you will think of the war that lasted for ten years. I called you today to tell you a piece of news. Tomorrow, there will be a summary and commendation meeting at the end of the exercise in the Beijing Military Region. According to the scale of the exercise, there is no need to go to the military region, but the commander of the Beijing Military Region wants to see you, and several military commissions of the Central Committee will also be present. After a slow smile, Zhang Zizhong looked at Xiao Chen and said slowly.

"Recommendation Conference?" Xiao Chen was a little surprised. He looked at Zhang Zizhong and asked, "Master, it's just an exercise. You don't have to do it so grandly, do it?"

"That's up to you. Tomorrow is also the time to announce the official results of this exercise. At that time, many media reporters will be present." Zhang Zizhong smiled and couldn't help but look at the young man's panic. He couldn't help thinking that he was in the same mood as this young man when he was rewarded at the end of the ten-year war.

After Xiao Chen left, Zhang Zizhong couldn't help thinking of the tragic and glorious self-defense counterattack.

In 1979, after defeating the United States, Vietnam received strong support from the Soviet Union, was equipped with a large number of advanced weapons and equipment, and was known as the world's third military power, and began to embark on the road of expansion and aggression.

On the morning of February 17, 1979, the Chinese army had already gathered on the border between China and Vietnam and launched an attack on 11 counties in 6 provinces of Vietnam from Guangxi and Yunnan with the strength of 9 troops. Some air force fighters took off and patrolled along our side of the border. Some naval warships entered the Beibu Gulf to defend the oil platform.

At that time, Zhang Zizhong was only a second lieutenant platoon leader of the 40th Division of the Guangdong Military Region, which was also the first time he really participated in the battle at the cost of his life. In the ten-year war, Zhang Zizhong's most impressive and memorable was the battle of Laoshan on July 12, 1984. In order to defend the stronghold of Laoshan, the Fortieth Division fought with the Vietnamese army for 14 hours. The sound of cannons shook the sky, the dust flew, blood flowed, and there were countless broken limbs and arms, and the comrades around him fell one by one. .

The offensive and defensive battle finally ended with the victory of the Forty Division, but Zhang Zizhong will never forget those comrades-in-arms who fell beside him, and those comrades-in-arms and brothers who joked with him the day before that they wanted to marry a beautiful wife.

Now he is a major general, but what did the sacrificed soldiers get?