The first to enter the regimental area was a horse-drawn carriage. The people sitting in the carriages carried several torches, and the flames were pulled backwards by the wind into irregular triangles, as if they were small fleaming flags. The wide avenue in front of the conference room of the regiment headquarters is connected to the highway. The carriage turned from the highway onto the avenue, and the horse bells roared without slowing down, bringing a menacing and rampage of momentum, like an ancient chariot galloping on the battlefield. When it arrived at the door of the conference room, the boss shouted "Phew", braked the car suddenly, and almost broke into the conference room.

More than two dozen youths jumped out of the carriage. The light of the torches shone on the night film, and the faces were bright and dark, and the expressions of each face were so grim and cold that it was impossible to distinguish between men and women. They confronted the people who had come out of the conference room.

Three horses, their bellies rising and falling violently, their wheezing voices short and heavy, their nostrils spewing hot air. They lick the snow greedily. Sun Guotai, the political commissar, walked up to a horse and touched it on the horse, as if he had washed his hands. The horses were sweating like rain. "Which company are you from?" he asked. None of them answered. "How can you bear to tire the horse like this?" still no one answered. The silence not only revealed implicit hostility, but also clearly showed politeness to him. He turned back to several company commanders and instructors standing behind him and said, "Do you recognize, is it the carriage of your own company?" and "It is the carriage of our third company." The bearded company commander of the third company stepped forward as he spoke. "You will regret it! You will be responsible for the consequences of today's actions! every one of you!" he shouted at his warriors. "At such a juncture, what consequences do we still consider?" "Company commander, don't scare us, we're not afraid." "We're not afraid of anything, we're out of the way!"

......

To the ears of the other company commanders and instructors, these words were tantamount to a challenge! They were tantamount to openly contemptuous of the prestige of all of them in the company, and they were all angry in front of the regimental commissars. In any case, when the presumptuousness of one person represents a challenge to the power of leadership, the leaders unite the will of the leaders.

"Let me remind you, you are still soldiers of the corps, I am still your company commander, and you still need me to sign on your return to the city!" Although he was not an intellectual youth, at the meeting just now, he was ready to speak loudly for the intellectual youth and for the fate of the soldiers of this company. Unexpectedly, his soldiers smeared him in public at this moment!

"Company commander, if you dare not sign, we will chop off your hand!" one of his fighters said slowly. Said so calmly and calmly, so relaxed. But only an idiot would take such a thing as a joke.

"Shut up!" the instructor of the third company also walked out of the conference room and scolded, "The highest military court of the corps has not been disbanded!" "I'll tie you up!" The commander of the third company angrily walked towards the soldier who threatened to chop off his hand. "Yes, tie him up! Since he can say such things, he can do such a thing!" The other two company cadres stepped forward to help the commander of the third company.

"It's too unusual!" said political commissar Sun Guotai suddenly and extremely harshly. The commander of the third company stopped, turned to look at the commissar, and did not understand whether the commissar was talking about himself or his bastard soldier. "Third company commander, you unloaded the horse and led it to the regimental headquarters to feed the horse. Sun Guotai whispered to the commander of the third company. The commander of the third company and the instructor glanced at each other and obediently went to unload their horses. Sun Guotai said to the soldiers of the Third Company, "Everyone put out their torches and come into the conference room!" They looked at each other and hesitated. "Commissar, aren't you still in a meeting?" asked a small voice, audible of a girl. "Can the conference room accommodate more than 20 of us, and can accommodate more than 800 intellectual youths in the whole group?" another voice followed closely, and there was no lack of sarcasm in his tone.

"We don't have to go into the conference room!" the third voice was tough, threatening in tone. The commissar groaned. He realized that, as a regimental leader, his personal ability to calm down the grim situation before him was perhaps much smaller than he had estimated.

There were also a few passers-by, sitting in horse-drawn carriages, tractor-drawn wooden climbing plows, trucks, and trailers towed by Type 28 tyre tractors, converging along the Tuanbu Avenue towards here. The shouting of people, the neighing of horses, and the roar of various engines shattered the temporary silence of the night and disturbed the entire regimental headquarters.

Cao Tieqiang found that one of the soldiers of the Third Company knew him, so he stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Is there anyone from our engineering company who is also coming?" "The intellectual youth of the whole regiment are acting in unison, will the people from your engineering company come?" The other party pointed to the small bridge at the end of the regimental headquarters avenue, and then asked him in a low voice: "What is the result?" "What is the result?" "What is the result?" "The meeting you held ......" "I have no comment." He coped with it and hurried in the direction of the bridge. Who leaked the contents of the meeting? He thought as he walked by, no matter how good the explanation, this person was responsible for tonight's riot. However, he himself became the most suspicious person. During the meeting, he answered a phone call. Because it was a long distance, he violated the discipline announced before the meeting. The call was from my sister from Harbin. The call was made to the company first, from the company to the regimental headquarters telephone switchboard, and from the switchboard to the propaganda unit next door to the conference room. It was Xiao You of the Propaganda Unit who called him out of the conference room. The younger sister told him on the phone that his father was hospitalized and in a critical condition, and that she missed him very much, and asked him to hurry home once anyway, and that if he left late, maybe the old man would not be able to see him...... Although it was a long distance, he could hear that his sister was talking to him while crying. He regretted that he had not given an explanation to everyone at the meeting. Missing an opportunity to explain at a meeting means missing an opportunity to explain forever. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, what will the Production and Construction Corps record on its last page of history?......

The little bricklayer was the first person in the engineering company to know the contents of the emergency meeting at the regimental headquarters. He was holding the phone receiver and froze. He immediately thought of his frail and sick old mother, who had no one to take care of him at home, and he couldn't speak for a long time. "Brother, what can you do without it......!" Is it reliable?" "Absolutely reliable!" "Absolutely reliable! His dreams of returning to the city countless times over the years were completely shattered.

He...... What can be done?

The younger brother asked him for a solution, but he asked for a solution from his own heel.

When he returned to the dormitory from the company, he sat on the edge of the kang in despair, like a stupe.

"Little bricklayer, what's wrong with you?

"Wife, his mother-in-law doesn't know whose leg and stomach are twisting and tendoning!"

"In my belly!"

"Hahahaha......"

Everyone made fun of him.

"You're still laughing. I can't cry if I want to cry now......" His tears suddenly fell......

Life is a big stage, and everyone is a character on this stage. The relationship between people is often rearranged and combined according to the prescribed situation of life.

The little bricklayer now has a brotherly friendship with Mike Liu.

The commander of the regimental guard platoon back then is now the chief of affairs of the engineering company. Life wanted to play tricks on him once, but it enlightened his understanding of life. After regiment commander Ma Chonghan was punished by the corps headquarters for playing the style of a warlord in the engineering company, guard platoon commander Liu Mike also became the target of ridicule and ridicule, and he could not raise his head at the regiment headquarters. At the regimental party committee, political commissar Sun Guotai bluntly proposed that Liu Mike was not suitable for the post of guard platoon leader, and seriously criticized Ma Chonghan for his improper use of personnel. Ma Chonghan himself also felt that Liu Mike was indeed not successful enough, and he was more than defeated. If he continues to stay in the guard platoon, or he will be placed in the regimental headquarters, he may still provoke trouble for himself in the future. So I talked to him once, and hinted politely that he hoped that he would take the initiative to go to the grassroots company to "train and exercise," and promised him that after a period of "training," he would be transferred to the regiment headquarters again. Mike Liu is not a fool, after listening to the words of the regiment commander, he understands that his days of being trusted and respected by the regiment commander are over. He only said one sentence: "Regiment commander, you can settle me casually!" The next day, he handed in two reports at the same time, one of which offered to resign, and the other to request to leave the company. After accepting the two reports, Ma Chonghan felt very sorry in his heart, after all, he still appreciated and liked the guard platoon commander he had promoted. He hoped that after Liu Mike participated in the military knowledge training class for cadres above the platoon level of the whole regiment, he would consider which company to go to, so as to show his appeasement. In doing so, he felt that the guilt in his heart was lighter, and his face was also wiped out. How could such an important role as the commander of the guard platoon, who had been promoted by himself, be quietly transferred from the regimental headquarters to any company? That would also be too damaging to his prestige. As a leader, prestige is the foundation of establishing one's own image and the core of all leadership arts. It can only be continuously strengthened, and it must not be slightly inferior. Especially during this "extraordinary period" when I have just been punished. Mike Liu knows the good intentions of the head of the regiment, and he is also very considerate of the situation of the head of the regiment. Against his will, he took part in a military common sense training course. On the day of the end of the training class, after Commander Ma made a summary report, he seemed to think of it and said: "There is something that has nothing to do with the training class, and I will also tell you the company commanders and instructors here, Liu Mike, the commander of the guard platoon, took the initiative to ask the company to go to the training and exercise. Which of your companies lacks a backbone, make a statement on the spot. It's late, Xiao Liu Ke is the big girl to be married, and she has a master!" He thought that his words would definitely create an atmosphere of "competing for the backbone". He glanced at Sun Guotai, the political commissar sitting beside him, and thought to himself: Don't you want to transfer the people I promoted to the company, and take this opportunity to dismantle my platform in the regimental organs and rectify me lightly? What's more, he has invisibly become a figure recommended by the head of the regiment, and if he wants it and does not reuse it, it is equivalent to sweeping the face of the head of the regiment. If you entrust yourself with a heavy task, you will definitely cause trouble for yourself. Weighing the pros and cons, it is better to be "courteous".

The company commanders and instructors of each company were silent and "polite," and the regiment commander Ma Chonghan was extremely embarrassed when he sat on pins and needles on the stage.

"Company Commander Li, how about Xiao Liu go to your company?" Ma Chonghan nodded to the commander of the Ninth Company and asked slowly.

The commander of the Ninth Company stood up and said haha: "Regiment commander, our company ...... This one...... This one...... It's not that we don't welcome it, it's really this ...... The ......" he didn't say anything, and sat down again.

Ma Chonghan frowned.

"Instructor Xu, where are you?" Ma Chonghan ordered the instructor of the 14th Company again.

"Our company, regimental commander, the backbone of our company is still relatively strong, do you give priority to other companies? The instructor of the 14th Company replied as if he was very high, and he didn't even stand up. If the regiment commander "sells" not Liu Mike, an educated youth, but a tractor, even if it is broken, or a horse, even if it is lame, he will not have such a high profile.

The cadres of these two companies usually listen to the words of Regiment Commander Ma the most, but at the moment, they are "rejecting people for thousands of miles", and he can no longer hold himself when he sits on the stage.

"Old Ma, let's think about this matter later!" political commissar Sun Guotai said to him in a consultative tone, clearly laying a stepping stone for him and helping him down the steps.

But he didn't accept it, he felt that he couldn't accept it in public. If someone else had freed him from an embarrassing situation, he would have been grateful. However, he was not only grateful to the political commissar Sun Guotai, but also misunderstood, believing that the political commissar was not "saving" him, but deliberately stimulating him to "generalize" his "army" in public.

"Xiao Liu, Mike Liu, you stand up. You said to yourself, which company do you want to go to? You mentioned which company, which company you are a member of today, and I have done this master!" He ignored the political commissar, but lit up Mike Liu.

Mike Liu was already in a state of being humiliated in public, and then he had to stand up again. He felt like he was being auctioned off at a "low price" by the head of the regiment for something that could not be sold. Obviously, he can't sell it even if he "lowers the price", and he has to be imposed on others. He closed his lips tightly and didn't say a word, his face flushed and white. Self-esteem, being roasted in public. The kind of arrogant self-confidence that he used to think that he was an extraordinary figure among the intellectual youth was completely cut off psychologically at this moment!

Cao Tieqiang suddenly stood up and said, "Mike Liu, we welcome you to our engineering company!"

This sentence came out of Cao Tieqiang's mouth, which made Ma Tuan grow up and all the people to surprise. Even the political commissar who lit the pipe on the stage forgot to smoke the pipe with his pipe, showing a stunned expression. Captain Ma's gaze fell on Liu Mike for a while, and then on Cao Tieqiang, and he felt that it was difficult for him to make decisions.

Cao Tieqiang stood up and said this, and immediately regretted it. First, he is not a company commander, nor an instructor, and from the position of office, he has no right to say this. The company commander's instructor sat right behind him, and when he said this, it was both disrespectful to them and passive. Second, how would Michael Liu understand it? How would all people understand it? Although he was by no means motivated by the slightest ill motive. As an intellectual youth, he could not bear to see another intellectual youth humiliated in public. He felt that it was also an insult to himself and to all the educated youth. He must defend the common personality of the intellectual youth from desecration. He often used this ruler to measure himself, and also to measure the character of every intellectual youth.

Liu Mike finally spoke: "Regiment commander, I will go to the engineering company, and I will not go to any other company!"

With that, he left the venue......

At the dinner table, Mike Liu sat with the company and platoon cadres of the engineering company. He was holding back his strength in his heart, and he wanted to sit with them, and he wanted to sit opposite Cao Tieqiang. But he didn't look at Cao Tieqiang, as if there was no Cao Tieqiang sitting on the opposite side at all. His face was cold as frost and expressionless. Under the atmosphere of the dinner, this expressionless expression is precisely an unusually special expression that contrasts with the surrounding atmosphere. This table, because he was there, made everyone feel very uncomfortable. And that's exactly what he was trying to achieve by sitting at this table, to create a little unpleasantness for you, he thought secretly with vengeance. I, Mike Liu, am also Mike Liu wherever I go, and I will learn from you in the future!

In the afternoon of the same day, the carriage of the engineering company rushed to the entrance of the highway, and someone stopped the car on the side of the road - it was Liu Mike, with an old wooden box next to him, and the box was luggage. He put the suitcases and luggage on the carriage, sat at the back of the carriage himself, did not say a word to his future company commander instructor, and ignored Cao Tieqiang, and stared blankly at the regiment headquarters gradually moving away......

The carriage entered the company and first stopped at the door of the large dormitory. The instructor said to Cao Tieqiang: "Xiao Cao, you are responsible for arranging a bunk for him in the big dormitory." ”

"You don't have to work. Mike Liu carried the suitcase, carried the luggage, kicked open the dormitory door, and suddenly entered.

Like a robber coming in from the outside, the people in the dormitory saw him, immediately stopped what they were doing and turned their eyes on him. They were stunned at first, then indifferent, and then stunned and indifferent. He was clearly "dismissed and assigned", and he was so down. They saw it. They find it fun to arrange their lives. This is very satisfying for them.

Mike Liu didn't look at anyone, as if he was in a no-man's land. His brute eyes swept from the head of the north kang to the tail of the kang, and then slowly turned to the south kang, and swept from the tail of the south kang to the head of the kang. The body did not move.

There is only the south kang, which is still two feet wide, in the kang head. It was the little bricklayer's shop. The little bricklayer moved to the end of the kang and squeezed a place where he could lay half a mattress.

Mike Liu put down the box first, and then put the luggage on the box. I walked to the empty bunk and touched the kang noodles, which were as hot as a pan on a charcoal fire. The kang mat is like a spider's web, and only a few mats are left.

He hesitated.

Cao Tieqiang walked in, and they looked at each other silently.

"That place is good, and it will be vacated for you in advance. Who said this coldly.

Mike Liu made up his mind, lifted the luggage, put it on the kang, and slowly untied the luggage rope. Cao Tieqiang looked at him for a while, then turned around and walked out.

As soon as Mike Liu laid down his mattress, Cao Tieqiang walked in again, carrying three wooden planks.

"Put the planks on. He whispered.

They are three poplar planks that the little bricklayer has put under the mattress.

Mike Liu stared at Cao Tieqiang a little blankly...... The male intellectuals of the engineering company were not as generous as their platoon commanders to the "public enemy." At night, a basin of foot-washing water was buckled down from the top of the door and buckled on Mike Liu's head. "Who did that last night?" The next day, Cao Tieqiang went out for morning exercises, and Cao Tieqiang held the whole platoon of soldiers accountable. Everyone lined up in front of him, and no one admitted it. "What the hell?!" he glanced at them aggressively. All of them are like deaf and dumb people. Mike Liu stepped out of the queue. "I don't need to be cold, do you?" he said. "You can go back to the dorm. Cao Tieqiang replied calmly. Looking at Mike Liu walking towards the big dormitory unhurriedly, Cao Tieqiang frowned. "If no one acknowledges it, I will not disband you!" he said again, turning his face to them.

Everyone could tell from his tone that the platoon commander's strength had flared up. Half an hour passed, and some people began to rub their hands, stomp their feet, and cover their ears. "Stand up!" the platoon commander shouted a command. Everyone stood still. "Platoon commander......" The little bricklayer timidly took a step out of the queue. "You?" "I ...... you" "Okay! You've learned to bully from being bullied?" "I'm ......" "Back to the team!" the little bricklayer retreated into the queue nervously. "The whole platoon listens to the command, turn to the right, the target - the dormitory, step in unison - go!" Everyone was puzzled, not knowing how the platoon commander would punish the little bricklayer, and secretly worried for him. The whole row entered the dormitory, with two columns in the north and south, standing in front of the kang. Mike Liu sat on a piece of chopping wood in front of the stove between the two columns, and baked his felt stockings, which emitted a strange smell of bad smell, and he didn't even lift his eyelids. There was a basin on the lid of the stove, and the lazy man did not pour water after washing his face, and a cigarette butt ran in a circle around the edge of the basin. Apparently the water is getting hotter from cooler. Cao Tieqiang opened the door of the dormitory halfway, picked up the basin of water from the stove lid, and hung it on the door frame.

Mike Liu didn't look up, his eyes glanced at Cao Tieqiang from the corner of his eye, but he still didn't move. "You, go open the door. Cao Tieqiang stared at the little bricklayer and said. The little bricklayer glanced at the basin perched on top of the doorframe, and looked at the platoon commander in a daze. The platoon commander looked ruthless. Step by step, the little bricklayer walked towards the door, walked to the door, stopped, and slowly turned his head, his eyes sparkling. Cao Tieqiang's expression remained unchanged. The little bricklayer slowly stretched out a hand to push the door. "Stop!" Cao Tie shouted strongly. The little bricklayer's outstretched hand was not immediately withdrawn, and he froze like a puppet. "Bring the basin down!" the platoon commander yelled at him again. The little bricklayer stepped on a wooden pier without a sound, and with careful care, brought the basin down from the top of the door frame with both hands. "Put it back where it was!" the little bricklayer walked to the stove step by step with the basin and gently placed it on the lid. "Get in the ranks!" the little bricklayer glanced at the platoon commander and stood in the queue. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. After a pause, the platoon commander continued, "We are not a rabble exiled to the Great Northern Wilderness, we are soldiers of the Corps! In the future, we will never allow anyone to be hostile to anyone, never allow anyone to bully anyone, and never allow anyone to harm anyone! We should learn to manage ourselves. Which of our parents doesn't worry about us? Let our parents and relatives worry less about us! Disband!"

"Oops, something is baking!" several people cried out at the same time.

Mike lifted the lid of the stove with a wooden stick and stuffed the baked felt socks into the hearth......

Starving......

The soldiers of the Corps starved.

A review of the triumph of the scythe over mechanization.

The second comment is that the small scythe triumphs over mechanization.

Three comments on the victory of the small scythe over mechanization.

Four comments - the small scythe can defeat mechanization.

In the wheat harvest season of the second year, the newspaper published an editorial: "Carry forward the spirit of Yan'an", and the regimental wheat harvest headquarters put forward a loud slogan - rely on the small sickle to win a bumper harvest!

"Relying on a small sickle, you can harvest both, and you can get a bumper harvest of food and ideas. Was there mechanization during the Nanniwan period? No. What do the soldiers and civilians in the liberated areas rely on to have enough food and clothing? Rely on the sickle! Is the Nanniwan spirit obsolete today? It is not outdated! We must carry forward the Nanniwan spirit and transform our world outlook through labor and manual labor instead of mechanization! Compared with mechanization, each and every soldier of the corps has to sweat more! Sweating is a very good thing, and all kinds of non-proletarian ideas will be discharged from our bodies together with sweat. Some people may think that this is self-inflicted. However, this spirit of asking for hardships is a glorious spirit, a revolutionary spirit, and a spirit that should be inherited forever from generation to generation! Long live the spirit of asking for hardships ......

At the wheat harvest pledge meeting, the mobilization report of the head of the horse regiment swallowed mountains and rivers. The radio line transmitted his high-spirited and majestic voice, full of revolutionary passion and confidence, to all companies. It is said that several members of the party committee, headed by political commissar Sun Guotai, resolutely oppose it. Hence the "Four Comments". It is also said that the article was drafted by the secretary of the regiment commander, and the regiment commander personally revised it before finalizing it. Every day at dawn, after the music of "Dongfang Hong" ended, the sweet voice of the female announcer of the regiment headquarters began to broadcast: "Attention to the commanders and fighters of the whole regiment, attention to the commanders and fighters of the whole regiment, the important articles will be broadcast below, and the comments will be ......."

From "one review" to "four reviews", one review per day. The opposition, headed by political commissar Sun Guotai, was completely overthrown in this way. Isn't millet plus rifle a victory over an airplane and an artillery cannon? Whether or not the small sickle can defeat all kinds of "confused thoughts" that exist on the issue of mechanization has been evaluated by everyone. Mechanical harvesting, using hands to operate a tractor, has become a very unseemly thing.

The propaganda team of the regiment cooperated with Mai to perform in the next company, and such a rushed program was indispensable in the field. Five men and five women, ten members of the propaganda team, holding a sickle, dancing left and right, accompanied by singing: the little sickle, it is good, it is good, the ideology is revolutionary, no one can leave, carry forward the good tradition, it is a treasure, one, one, treasure......

The Battle of Wheat Harvest kicked off with the song and dance of "Long Live the Little Scythe".

"I like to see the thousands of waves of rice and grass, and the heroes everywhere smoke at sunset......"

Sweat, the sweat shed for sowing, the sweat shed for the harvest, the sweat of the soldiers of the corps, and the cheap sweat, penetrated into the land of the Great Northern Wilderness.

This land was once a desolate land.

This land is also fertile land.

This land absorbs the sweat of laborers like a sponge absorbs water.

This land repays the generosity of the laborers.

What a magnificent picture of a bumper harvest in sight! The sea of wheat is golden, boundless, and the waves are surging, covering the sky and the earth. In the early morning, the red sun leaps out of the sea of wheat. In the evening, the sun sets in the sea of wheat.

What a delightful wheat it was! Plump, fully ripe grains neatly arranged on the stalks of the sturdy. Even Mai Mang showed his allure to the reapers.

What kind of harvest is that! A sickle for each person, a "harvesting belt" for each person, divided by a measuring tape. Width - 1 meter, length - 100 meters, 1 kilometer, 1 mile, 1 kilometer, 2 kilometers?...... Five kilometers, ten miles, the largest plot. The 100 men of a company were scattered in such a wheat field, and at noon, the red sun was scorching, and there was no one in sight, but there was no one in sight, but no one could meet anyone. The arm was mechanically swinging the sickle, and the waist was sore, painful, and numb. However, no one dared to straighten up or lie down for a while.

are afraid of "hitting the waves" - becoming the last one.

Once you fall at the end, then you will face the harvest with despair and even fear. You will feel swallowed by the sea of wheat. Even though you keep mowing and mowing and mowing and mowing and parching and falling before your eyes, the sea of wheat is still boundless, and you don't expect anyone to answer you, no one can take care of you, everyone is desperately trying to mow mechanically. Even if someone is only ten meters past you, you can't try to catch up! Labor creates only one experience in everyone's psyche -- punishment. Labor has only one purpose left - to get rid of this labor! You are always mowing, you are always catching up with others, you are no matter how you can't catch up, you are always the last. Whether you cry, shout, get angry, scold your mother, roll on the ground, whatever you want! It's so long, so long, you can't see the end! It's as if you're mowing and it's being extended! Then you will feel small, pathetic, pathetic, and pitiful, and you will curse the harvest! You will be completely alienated by this punitive labor!

The little sickle, like a child pulling a cowhideous band, pulls at people's will, and the will loses its elasticity.

The engineering company was also brought to the front line of the wheat harvest, and they participated in the wheat harvest for the first time. Accustomed to holding shovels, pickaxes, steel drills, and sledgehammers, they picked up small scythes and looked out at the endless sea of wheat, and were simply overwhelmed. They have been mowing for half a month, and they haven't even gnawed down a piece of wheat!

The little bricklayer sadly became one of the "waves" of the whole company. On the morning of the twenty-day day, the whole company came to the wheat field, and one by one they sat or lay down on the wheat bales, and no one wanted to be the first to enter the wheat sea.

I don't know where a dozen people from the maintenance platoon came up, and one of them said to them, "Isn't the little scythe able able to defeat our mechanization?

And they, the tractor drivers and the harvesters, don't they want to find an opportunity to vent, they are also like everyone else, they have a little scythe in their hands, they think they have more reason to vent.

"This boy curses, teach him a lesson!" they surrounded the little bricklayer, lifted him up with all their hands and feet, and threw him into the air. The little bricklayer landed on several sheaves of wheat. They lifted him up again and threw him into the air again.

The little bricklayer got up, closed his eyes, and slashed at them with his scythe! The little bricklayer continued to vent, dragging the sheaves of wheat from the ground and throwing them around, but no one stopped him, and everyone looked at him with dull eyes. Cao Tieqiang couldn't see it, and drank, "You're crazy!" The little bricklayer sat on the wheat bale and panted heavily. A few of the girls snorted:

Under the dim oil lamp, we miss our parents and parents, facing the sun, returning to the moon, tired like cows and horses, who will pity us city babies?

Father and mother, I regret not listening to your obstruction at the beginning, and now I can only repair the earth heavily, fate is like bitter wine, there is no joy but sorrow, when is it a head?

He is a head......

How popular this song was among the intellectual youth of the Great Northern Wilderness back then! It was composed by the intellectual youth themselves. Later, it was criticized as a "reactionary song", and no one dared to sing it. All the girls hummed along unscrupulously. Only Pei Xiaoyun didn't sing along, but her lips were clearly moving. A male intellectuals shouted at the sky with their throats raised: "Ahh............h The little bricklayer suddenly slashed at his hand with a sickle! As he chopped, he muttered fiercely: "Tell you to cut! Tell you to cut! Tell you to cut ......" Cao Tie jumped up forcefully and snatched the little bricklayer's sickle. Blood poured out of the little bricklayer's hands...... "I can't stand it!" the little bricklayer cried out hoarsely, crying, and stomping his feet like a child. "Hygienist! hygienist......" Cao Tieqiang looked for the hygienist. The hygienist didn't come. He "freed himself". Cao Tieqiang immediately tore off a piece of cloth from his shirt and bandaged the little bricklayer's hand. His nose was sour, and tears were pouring down his face! After Zheng Yaru vomited for a while, she fainted. She is on her "period" period these days......

As soon as a few percent of the wheat on the cultivated area of the regiment was harvested in the wheat fields of the various companies, the continuous rainy season began. Practice has proved an absurd "truth" - the small scythe defeated mechanization, completely defeated mechanization. Several tractors, which were trying to play a role, fell into the wheat field as soon as they drove into the wheat field. Like a toad that has had its four legs chopped off, it is difficult to move an inch. The reapers, armed with scythes, trudged through the knee-deep wheat fields with every step, trudging and grabbing the harvest. The soaked wheat had to be carried back to the company in blankets and mattresses and spread out on the kang in each household and in the large dormitory.

The reapers watched as the wheat sprouted on the stalks!

The golden wheat sea becomes the green wheat sea out of season!

The wheat harvest headquarters had no choice but to change the original wheat harvest plan and adopt the measures of political commissar Sun Guotai.

That same night, it snowed.

The next day, the whole group of hundreds of soybeans was covered under the snow quilt, and the white land was so clean......

The engineering company was withdrawn from the first line of the wheat harvest. The educated youth, one by one, were tossed and collapsed, from spirit to body. After two days of rest, they were again given the task of building a war-ready road. Heavy physical labor continued to test their will. The body heat that resists the severe cold of more than 30 degrees below zero is barely supplied by three steamed buns a day. Flour is sprouted moist wheat and is ground in a shell at the regimental processing plant. The steamed steamed buns are black-green. When it is raw, it can't be kneaded, and when cooked, it can't be held, and it's as sticky as cutting a cake. It is not easy to find it if it falls in the dirt.

Letters of condolence were sent to the party committees of the Third Regiment from various fraternal regiments, do they need assistance? Refined white flour will be transported to the Third Regiment from various highways free of charge.

No, no assistance is required.

"We will not suffer from the loss of food! We cannot be fed by brothers! We must tighten our belts. ”

The Party Committee of the Third Regiment, the commanders and fighters representing it, replied to the condolences of the fraternal regiment with such ambitious and heroic words.

Captain Ma took the lead in tightening his belt and saving one meal a day. He was visibly emaciated, but his spirit of revolutionary optimism did not diminish in the slightest.

Every morning, he came to the radio room of the regiment headquarters on time and read the same quotation to the radio in person: "Our comrades, in difficult times, we must see the achievements, see the light, and improve our courage. Then, play the quote song. Complaints, everyone has sent them, and there are many people who scold their mothers. But sharing weal and woe, this mental and psychological stabilizer, counteracts people's complaints and hinders people's brains from thinking normally.

One day, the deputy commander of the Corps came to inspect the construction site of the engineering company. After the inspection, the soldiers of the whole company were gathered together and made a short speech.

The deputy commander said: "Comrades, you are building a very important road. I have seen with my own eyes that your work is very heavy and hard, and I have seen with my own eyes what you eat. I, I admire you. I would like to extend my high respect to you as a soldier!" the gray-haired deputy commander raised his right hand and saluted everyone for a long time.

Everyone was deeply moved. At that moment, everyone suddenly felt that all the suffering and tiredness they had suffered were not worth mentioning.

The deputy commander asked, "Which one is Comrade Mike Liu?"

Mike Liu stood up awkwardly.

"Thank you, thank you for reporting the situation to the Corps headquarters. The deputy commander saluted Mike Liu again......

From the next day onwards, the loudspeakers of each company could no longer hear Commander Ma reading the "supreme instructions." Suddenly there is a lack of this voice in life, and people don't seem to feel so lonely. On the third day, a Brotherhood truck drove up the hill loaded with bags of flour and vegetables. In the middle of the highway, halfway up the mountain, a cave should be dug out to serve as an oil depot for war readiness. **Instead of a pickaxe. In pairs, take turns exploding. I don't know if Cao Tieqiang did it intentionally, and put Liu Mike and the little bricklayer in a group. The platoon commander was divided like this, and the little bricklayer had no choice but to obey, but he felt quite awkward. The last explosion before leaving work, seven shots were lit, and six shots were fired. The two waited outside the cave for a long time, but the seventh cannon had not yet fired. "I'll take a look. Mike Liu went into the cave. In the cave, the smoke has just dissipated, but it is still filled with the smell of **. Mike Liu found the location of the seventh blast hole and saw that the blast hole was buried by the rocks from the explosion.

The little bricklayer followed up the cave and recklessly lifted a large stone that buried the hole of the gun. The ***, which had burned off a bit, was pressed by the sharp edges and corners between the rocks, but it was not completely dead. The little bricklayer had just lifted the stone when it smoked again.

"Danger!" Mike Liu shouted. The little bricklayer threw down the stone, pulled his leg and ran out of the cave, tripped over another stone. He was so distraught that he did not get up immediately, but closed his eyes, covered his ears with his hands, and kept his body on the ground. The little bricklayer didn't know how long he had been lying on the ground, but he didn't hear an explosion. He opened his eyes and saw Mike Liu pounced on the blast hole, biting *** in his mouth. The little bricklayer hurriedly jumped up, carefully picked out the **, and pulled out the ***. A layer of cold sweat broke out on Mike Liu's forehead, he was paralyzed, and he no longer had the strength to stand up. His face was pale, and his head was suddenly pressed against the heap of stones. The little bricklayer also sat on the ground and looked at Mike Liu in a daze. After a long time, he slowly stood up and went to help Mike Liu. Mike Liu spit out *** from his mouth, glanced at the little bricklayer, and said, "If you tell anyone about this, I will beat you!" As soon as he came out of the cave, Mike Liu's lips and half of his face were swollen. The little bricklayer helped him back to the tent, and when they saw this, they surrounded them and asked them in a word. Mike Liu ignored everyone, walked to his bunk step by step, lay down on his back heavily, and ripped off the pillow towel to cover his face. The little bricklayer stood for a moment, then turned and ran out of the tent to find the hygienist. The hygienist followed the little bricklayer, lifted the pillow towel from Mike Liu's face, and gasped. "Burned?" The hygienist's face turned to the little bricklayer, "How......? Will it burn to the mouth?" "I ......" the little bricklayer didn't know how to answer. Mike Liu glared at the little bricklayer, his face was dripping with cold sweat, and his brows were twisted together. Cao Tieqiang walked into the tent, walked to Mike Liu's bunk, and leaned down to look at Mike Liu. Under his gaze, Mike Liu covered his face with a pillow towel again. Cao Tieqiang grabbed one of the little bricklayers' hands and pulled the little bricklayer to the outside of the tent. "Say!" cried the little bricklayer. How ashamed he was in his heart! It was he who threw himself into the cannon hole, he who was wounded, he who was the one who covered others, and he who was the little bricklayer! Wasn't he so confident in himself, and in times of danger, he would certainly behave like a heroic figure? Didn't he ever wish to live a life to create such a moment for himself, so that he could have the opportunity to behave heroically? Didn't he once say many things to himself that he was not afraid of death? Didn't all such bold words be neatly written in his diary? Didn't he once imagine so fascinated that if one day he died heroically and heroically, the diary of his little bricklayer would be read with respect by millions of intellectual youth, just like the diaries of Daniel Zhang, Jin Xunhua and other martyrs?

Little bricklayer, little bricklayer, this weak person who is often ridiculed and ridiculed by others, this person who is depressed and lonely in reality who often feels sad about his own value, only by relying on such an imagination of heroic characters and heroic behaviors, can he psychologically gain a little bit of self-consciousness equal to others!

But today, he has lost even this little bit of illusory and real things that stabilize his psychological balance. His whole psychological balance tipped off. He was utterly hopeless of himself. In a moment of danger, he became a shameful escapee, and the opportunity to commit a heroic act was taken by someone else.

He felt so ashamed! He cried so sadly! It was a great sorrow that he regretted to the extreme. But the platoon commander couldn't understand his feelings. "Don't cry!" the platoon commander yelled. The little bricklayer ran into the tent suddenly, ran to Mike Liu, threw himself on him, and cried and said, "Mike, Mike, I will never forget for the rest of my life, it was you who saved my life! From now on, you are my own brother." I am your own brother. We have both been brothers all our lives, and if I do something sorry for you, there will be five thunderstorms in the sky......"

Mike Liu's arms suddenly hugged the little bricklayer tightly. The pillow towel covering Mike Liu's face moved slightly, and he also cried......

Half a month later, with a scar on the corner of his mouth that will never disappear, Liu Mike returned to the road construction site from the regimental hospital. The first thing the little bricklayer said to him was, "I have joined our bunks." He smiled knowingly. It was the first time he had such a smile since he came to the engineering company.

After Cao Tieqiang walked in, everyone seemed to realize something and quit the tent one after another. There were only two people left in the tent, Cao Tieqiang and Liu Mike, who stood facing each other, silently and for a long time. No one knows whether the expression on his face first changes subtly, infecting the other party, or being infected by the other party. They laughed embarrassedly at the same time. Life, sometimes like a father, sometimes like a mother, sometimes strict, sometimes kind, sometimes rough, sometimes delicate, but it always does not forget its responsibilities and enlightens its young children.

Captain Ma did not completely forget about Mike Liu. Two years ago, Liu Mike was transferred once in the regiment and asked him to be the director of the guest house of the regiment headquarters. He did not leave the engineering company, and he had already formed the first educated youth family of the engineering company with the daughter of an old farm worker......

Tonight, his pregnant wife, Xiumei, sat on the kang against the wall leisurely, sewing small clothes and trousers with stitches and threads. He himself is making Trojan horses for unborn children, and his carpentry skills are very good.

A heavy knock on the door disrupted the quiet atmosphere of the small family. Mike Liu put down the tools in his hand and opened the door.

In his small courtyard, stood the young men and women of the whole company. He couldn't tell from the expressions on their faces what was going on, and he didn't ask questions for a while, but waited for them to explain the situation.

"The chief, the company commander and the instructor are all in a meeting in the regiment, and you are the only cadre of the educated youth company, so let's tell you that we are going to the regiment now, and we will all go. We think...... It's not right to tell you not to. ”

Looking at the person who spoke, he still couldn't understand what was going on, and asked, "Why do you have to go to the group?"

The little bricklayer replied, "Mike, we are all being deceived!"

"Who deceived us?"

"In the regiment. In three days, the formalities for the return of intellectual youths to the city will be stopped. However, the regiment wanted to block this news and prevent the intellectuals of the regiment from knowing. This is the meeting that the company commander and instructor held in the regiment. For all of us, we only have two days to go!"

Mike Liu couldn't help but let out an "oh", he thought about it, and asked again: "It's unlikely that the regiment will do this, right?"

Mike ...... You, when has this been, you still don't believe it!

Several companies have already called the intellectual youth of our company. Tonight, every young intellectuals of the company will go to the regiment headquarters, and this is a unified action. I, tonight, want to represent the will of every intellectual youth in our company......"

"You?" Mike looked at the little bricklayer, not knowing for a moment what kind of attitude he should show towards such a thing.

"Yes. The little bricklayer nodded, "Mike, you know, I'm ...... Very cowardly. But it is too unfair for us intellectual youth to do so. Can't you imagine what this means? How many educated youths like me, who have old mothers or fathers like my mother, are looking forward to them returning to their mothers and giving them some care! Today, I want to represent everyone's will, not because I am instigated by everyone. No, not at all, I volunteered. Mike, can you understand my mood at the moment? "The little bricklayer said with emotion, and he looked a little excited.

"I ...... Understand ......" Mike Liu's gaze moved away from the little bricklayer's face, and looked at the faces of every educated youth standing behind the little bricklayer one by one. They all had expressions on their faces that they hoped for his understanding.

"You ...... What do you need me to do?", he finally found the right words.

"Okay Mike, everyone guessed in advance that you would say this, we don't need you to do anything, we just come to tell you, because you're the president. And myself, I want to get your understanding. You understand me, I ...... Thank you!" the little bricklayer immediately lowered his head, turned around, and said to everyone, "Now let's go!"

He was the first to walk out of the small courtyard of Mike Liu's house, walking very fast, without looking back. It was as if he was afraid that as soon as he turned around, he would be stopped and stopped by Mike Liu. "Chief, we're leaving. "Chief of Affairs, it's very cold, you can go into the house quickly!" "Chief of Affairs, no matter what the result of our visit to the regiment is, after returning to the company, we will definitely go up the mountain to cut a cart of firewood for your house." They walked out of his courtyard together. Mike Liu stood in the small courtyard in a daze, watching them walk away. He pushed open the door and saw his wife standing by the door wearing only socks. "What are you doing in the field? You're going to catch a cold like this!" the wife retreated to the edge of the kang and sat down slowly. looked at him, but glued to his face, and never left for a moment. He picked up the planer, put it down again, and stared blankly at the unfinished Trojan horse. "Are they all leaving?" asked the wife in a whisper. He glanced up at his wife, as if he did not understand her words, and asked, "What can't you go?" The wife's voice became smaller. He didn't answer, but gathered up the carpenter's tools one by one and stuffed them under the table.

Then he walked to the window and looked out distractedly. "What did I ask you just now, are you deaf?" he remained silent. The wife didn't ask anything, silently picked up the small clothes and pants on the kang, and continued to do it. But after only one stitch, he put it down, sighed softly, and looked at him uneasily. He suddenly turned around, picked up the cotton coat from the kang, put it on in a hurry, and without buttoning it or putting on his hat, he strode out. "You...... Where are you going?" "What are you asking after hearing it, I'm going to the regiment!" his tone revealed inner turmoil.

The wife took off his hat from the wall nail and handed it to him. He walked back to his wife and took his hat without a word. wife, and silently buttoned his clothes for him. He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't say anything. He put on his hat and walked out of the house.

The young intellectuals of the engineering company had just walked out of the company not far away, and Liu Mike drove a Type 28 tractor trailer to catch up from behind. "Oops, the chief is coming to intercept us!" said a young man to the little bricklayer. "Let's wait for him, maybe he has something else to say. The little bricklayer was the first to stop. Everyone also stood still, and everyone obeyed his words like this, which surprised him. The news was the first he knew, and it was he who told everyone. Therefore, he invisibly became the organizer of this action for everyone. For the first time in ten years, he experienced how extraordinary it was to be able to represent the will of many people and to be obeyed by everyone! However, what kind of leading action was this! At the same time, his heart was full of confidence, but at the same time, it was so empty, even a little desolate, a little bitter. Is Mike really here to stop us, and what am I going to do with him if he is adamant? The trailer drove up to them and stopped. Mike Liu, who was sitting in the driver's seat, said to them, "Get in the car, I'll drive you!" The little bricklayer waved his hand, and everyone climbed into the car. Liu Mike drove the car out of the way for a while, and suddenly went around in a circle in the field, turned the head of the car, and drove towards Lianli. "Are you kidding everyone, Chief?" someone shouted in the car. "Mike, you ......" and Mike Liu sat in the driver's seat with the little bricklayer, and they couldn't help but be surprised. While driving, Mike Liu said loudly, "I have to go home once and say a word to Xiumei." "What does it matter?" the little bricklayer found hard to believe. "If it's very important!" Mike pushed the gear lever into the fast gear position. The trailer drove into the company and drove straight to the small courtyard of Liu Mike's house. He jumped out of the driver's seat and stepped into the house in a few big steps. His wife was still sitting on the edge of the kang as he had done when he left the house, apparently not moving, her head bowed, sad and weeping alone.

"Xiumei......" he called his wife softly.

The wife raised her head suddenly, a little surprised, and quickly turned to the side to wipe away her tears. "Xiumei, I'll come back and say something to you. He walked over to his wife. "You, don't talk about it...... I know what you're going to say, please, don't say it. I don't blame you, really. I will never complain that you have abandoned me, and I will not hold a grudge against you. I'm not that kind of woman...... The educated youth are gone, and you will feel lonely if you stay...... It's just, it's just, it's just that you're going to ...... Name our child ......" The muttered words turned into sad whimpering, and the wife turned towards the wall.

Mike Liu grabbed his wife's shoulders with both hands, straightened his wife's body, stared at his wife's eyes, and said, "I'm not leaving." "Don't lie to me. Tears blurred his wife's eyes. Mike Liu said loudly: "I don't lie to you, I won't leave." Did I lie to you once? I'm just here to tell you this, even if all the educated youth are gone, I won't leave. Tears overflowed from his wife's eyes, but those eyes were still full of doubts. "I can't help but go to the group with them, I'm not at ease. I am the chief of affairs, and when the company commander and instructor are not in the company, I am responsible to each and every one of them! But I have no right to stop them......" The wife finally believed him and smiled with tears in her eyes. "Go, go, don't keep them waiting. The wife whispered, nudging him. He held his wife's face in both hands, bowed his head, and kissed her fiercely on the lips with a teardrop......

Cao Tieqiang came to the bridgehead and saw that the "28th" had crossed the bridge, but the hanging bucket was unhooked and planted next to the highway. His warriors, crouching or standing, gathered together.

He stepped forward and parted the crowd - Mike Liu sat on the snow with his eyes closed. The little bricklayer and another warrior grabbed one of Mike Liu's legs and moved Mike Liu's knee. After moving around, Mike Liu frowned once and took a breath of cold air.

"What's going on?" he asked in as calm a tone as he could. The people were silent. The little bricklayer glanced up at the company commander and muttered, "The chief of affairs has fallen and injured himself." Mike Liu opened his eyes, cursed in a low voice, and was helped up by the little bricklayer.

Finding Cao Tieqiang, he immediately stopped** and looked at the company commander silently, as if he was deliberately waiting for the other party to speak first. He is no longer the Mike Liu he was many years ago. Life has sharpened and matured him. He was extraordinarily sensible and scheming tonight. He felt that the company commander appeared in front of everyone at this moment, which was very disadvantageous to the company commander. If he said something inappropriate, he might inadvertently push the company commander into an extremely passive position.

Unexpectedly, Cao Tieqiang asked, "Did you drive everyone here?" he nodded. Cao Tieqiang then said something thoughtful: "You also come to join in this fun!" There was no annoyance in his tone. Liu Mike was silent for a long time before he replied in a low voice: "Can I not come?!" From his expression and tone, Cao Tieqiang immediately realized what an uneasy role he was playing against his will! He was ashamed, so he asked in a low voice: "You...... Is it badly injured?" Mike Liu shook his head.

"Company commander, you...... You guys...... Is that really going on?" asked aloud in the dark, somebody. Cao Tieqiang turned around and glanced at his warriors one by one, as if trying to find the person who was questioning. But in fact, he secretly named it once in his heart. Of the thirty-two intellectual youths in the company, there were thirty-one people standing around at the moment, and only one did not come. Although the moonlight was hazy, he couldn't distinguish the faces of these thirty-one people, but he knew that the person who didn't come must be her-Pei Xiaoyun. He raised his wrist and took a closer look at his watch—it was time for her to be laid off. But this minute of silence was equivalent to his answer to the question just now. And this form of answer, of course, is not satisfactory to everyone.

Someone shouted angrily: "What are we wasting time doing here?" We went and smashed the military affairs unit and took away everyone's files!" "Yes! If we don't do anything, we will not stop doing it!" "Let's go!" "Whoever retreats will be a fucking traitor to the educated youth!" Under the encouragement and encouragement of each other, everyone left in a hurry. "Stop!" Cao Tieqiang snorted suddenly. Everyone, stand still. One by one, he slowly turned around. A pair of eyes, glittering in the moonlight, with an untamed, even hostile gaze. These pairs of aggressive stares at him made Cao Tieqiang realize that tonight, the relationship between him and them, the soldiers he got along with day and night, was extraordinary. They could at any moment regard him, the company commander whom each of them usually trusted and respected, as a common enemy. It was precisely because he was clearly aware of this that he suddenly felt a strange self-confidence in his heart. It was as if his body was much taller, tall enough to bear the odds of what he might face tonight.

"This is the regimental headquarters of the Production and Construction Corps, not Jiapigou, and you are not bandits. I am not a bandit leader, but your company commander, and I will not allow any of you to do anything wrong. He said this calmly, with awe-inspiring courage in his composure, and a clear subtext in his tone - I will do what I say tonight!

"Those who don't obey the company commander's orders tonight will never end well!" Liu Mike said coldly.

Cao Tieqiang cast a grateful glance at Liu Mike, and then changed his tone to a soothing tone and said, "Perhaps, tonight is the last page in the history of the Corps." The history of the Corps is the history of our Corps soldiers. Each and every one of us should respect this history. No matter what kind of evaluation society will make of the history of the Production and Construction Corps in the future, the title of soldier of our Corps is attached to merit and should not be insulted!"

He couldn't tell exactly whether his words had moved his warriors, but no one refuted. This gave him more confidence in his words. Encouraged by this self-confidence, he exclaimed, "Listen to me, assemble the whole team!"

Everyone slowly lined up in an untidy formation in a state of hesitation. He walked to the front of the formation, looked at them face to face, and asked, "Each of you, have you all made a decision to leave the Great Northern Wilderness?" "Company commander, do you still need to ask?!" It was the little bricklayer who said this. Everyone expressed their silence and this sentence represented their answer. "In this case, you have only one purpose when you come to the regiment headquarters, to go through the formalities of returning to the city. I believe that the regiment will make the right decision. Now, turn right and walk in unison. "The soldiers of the engineering company, among the chaotic crowds and vehicles of the other companies, marched in formation towards the regimental headquarters area. Cao Tieqiang walked behind everyone, and Mike Liu limped close to him. For a long time, the two did not say a word between them. I only heard the rustling sound of countless feet stepping on the snow. Mike Liu broke the silence first: "How can such a meeting be held in the regiment?" Cao Tieqiang did not answer. Mike Liu asked again: "Company commander, ...... you You're leaving, aren't you?"

Cao Tieqiang replied: "Is it really so terrible to stay?"

Mike Liu understood the company commander's words, and he said with comfort: "Company commander, we will be companions in the future." ”

This sentence made Cao Tieqiang's heart feel extremely warm. He couldn't help but stretch out a hand and gently support Mike Liu.

A carriage sped past them......

More than 800 young intellectuals from various companies came to the regiment headquarters. Far away, dozens of miles, near, more than a dozen miles. They gathered outside the conference room of the regiment headquarters, and hundreds of torches reflected the regimental headquarters office area as if it were day. There were no shouts, no demonstrations, they stood silently in the bitter cold.

The regiment commander, Ma Chonghan, appeared in front of more than 800 intellectual youths in a military coat.

"Comrades of the educated youth!" he said in the same sonorous voice as he made a report, but he did not know what to say next, so he repeated again: "Comrades of the educated youth, I promise ......" but he also did not know what he should promise.

"Fuck off!"

A voice suddenly burst out from among the more than 800 educated youths.

"We don't listen! we won't be deceived by you!" hundreds of people said almost in unison.

Head Ma was stunned for a second, and after only a second, he lowered his head, turned around and walked into the conference room. In this second, he realized that the history of being regarded as the head of the regiment by the intellectual youth had passed. Forever! There was a sorrow in his heart, a great sorrow. But mere sorrow is not repentance. Repentance is the result of reflection. Any pious reflection will not germinate in a second.

Walking from the outside of the conference room into the conference room, a few steps, he felt that there was no root under his feet, and it was difficult to step by step. He felt as if he was like a big tree, suddenly struck down by lightning.

He walked up to political commissar Sun Guotai and said for the first time in a truly sincere tone: "Comrade Sun Guotai, I ...... I ask you to ...... In the ...... of a Communist, "he could not articulate himself in words."

Political commissar Sun Guotai stretched out a hand, as if to gently push the other party away. He used such a gesture to tell the other party that he understood the other person's words perfectly. asked him to stand up and reverse the situation in front of him, and the other party wanted to say nothing more than this sentence. He felt that the word was insulting to him, even though he believed that the other party was earnest. Doesn't he use such words, will he sit idly by and gloat? Then is he still an old Communist Party member? No, he can't even be counted as a person from the Great Northern Wilderness. As for whether and how to reverse this situation, he is not sure, and he lacks self-confidence. Yes, among the intellectual youth, he knows that he has a stronger foundation than the regiment commander Ma Chonghan. In the past ten years, his footprints have spread to more than 20 companies of the regiment. He knew them well, loved them, cared for them, and even sympathized with them. He scolded them, and he was scolded by them. His eardrums had been cocooned by their whining and strange words several times, and he had often vented the frustration and sorrow in his chest to them. This normal and deformed communication has built a bridge of understanding and understanding between him and them. But tonight......

He hesitated for a moment, walked out of the conference room steadily, looked at the educated youth with deep eyes, and finally said three words: "Children ......" He couldn't help but say these three words. They were deeply moved by the words "young intellectuals" and "comrades" or "soldiers of the Corps" instead of using such titles as "young intellectuals" and "soldiers of the Corps" and saying "children ......." They looked at the old commissar in great silence. "Children," the old political commissar said, "you have spent a whole decade in the Great Northern Wilderness, and you are a well-deserved generation of Great Northern Wilderness people." I, as an old Great Northern Wilderness person, say to you, I thank you! Because you have contributed your youth to the Great Northern Wilderness!" After a pause, he continued: "If it is time, I will hold a grand farewell party for you to see you off...... Leaving the Great Northern Wilderness...... Do you believe me?"

After a long period of silence, someone shouted: "Political commissar, we believe in you, but we don't believe in the regimental party committee!" "Yes, we don't believe it!" "What's the use of believing in you?......!"

The old political commissar was shocked! I believe in a Communist Party member, but I don't believe in the party's first-level organization!

What a sad reality this is, what a mistake this is! After thinking for a while, he turned around and walked into the conference room, and said to regiment commander Ma Chonghan and the company commanders and instructors of each company: "I ask that I be given the power of the party committee of the delegation!" The eyes of the company commanders and instructors were focused on Ma Chonghan. Ma Chonghan's cheeks twitched, and he said in a slow tone of recording speed: "Everything is subject to the ...... of the political commissar"

The old political commissar walked out of the conference room for the second time and said loudly to the educated youths: "Now, the party committee of our delegation announces that in order to go through the formalities for everyone's return to the city as soon as possible, each company will select two representatives to form a temporary group, and I will be the leader of the group......

At this time, a blizzard began to strike hard from the wasteland towards the regimental area......