Everyone has a sense of honor and disgrace.

For many great reasons, many people have given up honor and disgrace, but when they are not there, will the glory that belongs to them still be sealed in the dust?

Perhaps, for the sake of those big truths, for the sake of those big and big ...... It is possible to give up, but this renunciation is definitely with blood and tears, and it is definitely not willing.

People are dead, and the zuihou who closes his eyes and does not regret it for a moment is already the greatest reward to the country, and you still expect them to think in their hearts, I shouldn't make those glories public, just let them leave with me, right?

Yes, just as there has only been one Lei Feng for decades, moral exemplars need to be a little illusory. If you don't have seven emotions and six desires, are you still human?

Zhang Shidong has inherited the tradition of the ninety-nine places, even if he will be removed from his post because of this, he will still fulfill the wish of the brothers and comrades-in-arms at the moment when they close their eyes, father, mother, your son is good.

There are photos of old guns in the old man's room, there is a new enlistment, very young, handsome and energetic, and a posthumous photo, very heroic and vibrant.

Zhang Shidong rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned the watch, revealing the scar under the watch: "Uncle, aunt, bullet, penetrating wound." ”

The two largest cities are the old people who have seen the county seat, and they don't know what expression to use to face Zhang Shidong's words at this time, and they can't believe it, but they also know that what he said must be true, because he took out a photo with his son.

"Your sons, the true heroes, are the greatest patron saints behind the prosperity of this country. Everyone should be grateful to him, even though his name will never be known by the majority. But his deeds are worthy of praise for a thousand times. ”

The old man didn't understand the big truth, his eyes were red for a long time before he hesitated to ask: "Is he the same as Huang Jiguang and Dong Cunrui?" ”

Zhang Shidong replied to them with certainty: "Your son is much greater than them, and we will never forget his name for the rest of our lives." ”

The old lady held her son's photo, tears flowed, she didn't understand the value conversion between honor and life, she just cherished her son's departure.

On the contrary, it was the old man, who had some unnecessarily reactions, and glared at his wife: "What are you crying about." The second is the pride of the family. When the old family's baby grows up, I will send him to be a soldier. ”

In the radio loudspeaker in the township, a song sounded at the right time for the old man to face the wall for a long time.

"To be honest, I'm homesick too. The old mother of the family is full of gray hair......"

"You don't carry a gun, I don't carry a gun. Whoever defends our mom will defend her......"

"Speak from the heart. I'm not stupid, I know how to fight in the wind and rain on the road to the army......"

"If you don't stand guard, I won't stand guard, whoever defends our motherland will defend the homeland......"

A song that many people don't feel very emotional. But it really sang to the hearts of some people, when they faced loneliness and loneliness in the ice and snow, when they silently missed their relatives on the festival of family celebration, this song is the most haode soothing medicine, the long border of the motherland, the safety of 1.3 billion people, the heavy burden on their shoulders, even if they are not understood, even if they are scolded as stupid soldiers, they still have no regrets.

Being a soldier is not a profession, and being a soldier is not a future.

Being a soldier is very hard, being a soldier is very tiring, being a real soldier requires courage, perseverance, and loneliness.

Zhang Shidong didn't say anything more, stood behind the old man, stood up straight at the old woman who was caressing the frame and weeping, and sent his most sincere respect with the most standard military salute.

"When the old family's baby grows up, I will send him to be a soldier."

The white-haired old man, with the blood and tears in his heart, expressed the proud voice that countless heavenly pride and countless successful people could not comprehend, the simple voice, the simple person, and the simple perception have achieved the eternal casting of the Great Wall of Steel in this country.

When Zhang Shidong stepped on the dirt road and walked towards the outside of the village, he could see the two old men supporting each other and standing at the gate of the courtyard waving goodbye, at this moment, he did not suppress the welling up of tears, maybe he will come every year, maybe he will not come once for many years, but he will definitely remember that Lao Gun and his family, former comrades-in-arms, zaijian, go all the way.

In the early hours of the morning, on the outskirts of Yanjing, under the moonlight, outside a special forest area, Zhang Shidong slowly walked up the mountain with a huge bag.

"Who?"

Armed with a guard, 24 hours a day non-stop sentry.

Zhang Shidong handed over his documents, maybe the sentry posts in other places don't know his documents, but the soldiers who can be on duty here, the military jishu needless to say, all the documents that are enough to enter here in the entire Huaxia are all well known, and they keep in mind the authenticity of each document.

Because here, there are some special people who come to pay their respects every year, not only the top of the military, but also some figures that can be seen on TV.

For Zhang Shidong's visit in the early morning, the sentry here will not ask the reason, and the sporadic curiosity will be suppressed in the bottom of his heart.

The moonlight was very bright, and the silver light spread on the ground was particularly gloomy, and in a cemetery, walking alone, it was really impossible to do it without some superhuman courage. There are many tombstones here, but they are kept clean and tidy, no matter what age they are, and neither the people who come to worship nor the guards here are allowed to get dirty and let the sleeping souls be polluted in the slightest.

Smoke, very ordinary white soft red tower mountain.

Wine, an ordinary two-pot head that can be bought everywhere.

Pork head meat, bought at the station, does not necessarily taste and has an expiration date.

Peanuts, in bags.

In a separate area, more than a dozen tombstones were erected, Zhang Shidong put the wine pig's head meat and peanuts in place, opened a cigarette, and lit it with a lighter, twenty of them, one by one in front of the tombstone, and then placed boxes of cigarettes and wine together, one tombstone, the wine was opened and the cigarette was lit, zuihou, Zhang Shidong had another copy in front of himself.

Sitting in front of the latest tombstone belonging to the old gun, by the bright moonlight, looking at the thin old gun on the tombstone, he shook his head bitterly, if he didn't pass on a little glory to him, he would even die, just cold here, no one would know him, and there would be no name on any glory list.

"Old guys, I'm here to drink with you, the flowers outside are so beautiful, I have to enjoy it for you more, this enjoyment time will pass, sin and sin." Zhang Shidong opened a bottle of wine, took a few sips, took a sip of salt, smacked his mouth to break open the shell of a peanut, threw it into his mouth, chewed fiercely, and enjoyed the taste of the aroma of peanuts mixed with the aroma of liquor.

"I'm still having fun with you, Xiang."

If someone passes nearby at this moment, the firelight of the cigarette butt is matched with Zhang Shidong's self-talk, and the tombstone laid by the moonlight will not scare people half to death?

Some people are there, but they are not scared half to death, maybe they have a heart, or they are deliberate, they all come up with heavy bags, meet each other in the gloomy dim light, bared their teeth, silently gather into a team, walk here, open the bag, take out the cigarettes, alcohol and food inside, just like Zhang Shidong's previous placement method, each tombstone is placed in front of a copy, and then gather to Zhang Shidong's side, that is, in front of the tombstone of the old gun, regardless of whether the ground is cold or not, they sit on the ground, Smoking cigarettes and drinking alcohol does not have the image of a soldier, and he doesn't care if there is an image of a soldier at the moment.

"Brother Dong, this big mouth respects you for the old gun, this one is beautiful!" In the moonlight, the face of the virus emerged.

Peacocks, old ghosts, are all here, and there are many faces that have been rare to see in ninety-nine places for many years, and they are all gathered here today. Zhang Shidong's actions in Japan and South Korea, they can judge the return date, deliberately wait for him to come together, deliberately wait for him to stick to the oath of the previous leaders of the 99 departments with no good results, continue to more or less not abide by the confidentiality agreement, continue to violate the regulations, and continue to bear the black cauldron.

Brother Dong, that brother is an honorific title, an honorific title that is not defined by age, an honorific title for the actual leaders of the Ninety-Nine Divisions, and a recognition of the strongest combat power of the Ninety-Nine Divisions.

"Old knife, can you zip up your pants?"

"I'm sorry Brother Dong, when are we going to wear jeans, I'm not used to it."

"And you, do you dare to put on the yellow rubber shoes of the 80s again, and you won't be able to buy them at the most expensive store in the mall?"

"You, forget it, I won't say it, the day after tomorrow is May Day, let the virus tomorrow the three of them lead you to go shopping, with a small million in your pocket, if you are afraid of spending money this time you will be reported in the cost of shopping, spend as much as possible, there are not many opportunities, don't say I'm not interesting enough if you miss it."

The virus blinked: "Brother Dong, are you not going to do it as a director, why don't you do it for me for a few days?" ”

Zhang Shidong smiled angrily: "A few of you, beat him for me, yes, right in front of the grave of his master, beat him hard, the old brothers are too lonely on weekdays, and today so many of you come together, how can you make everyone happy." ”

The frolic of a group of people broke the calm of this hill, and the sentry not far away frowned and looked over, not knowing whether to stop or let them make trouble, and when they returned to the sentry post to ask for instructions, they froze as soon as they entered the house, stood up straight and saluted.

In the small checkpoint, several generals were already standing at this moment, looking at the images displayed in the surveillance equipment placed far away in order to respect the deceased, and their faces were serious.

Zuihou, a lieutenant general in the middle, said in a deep voice: "Let them go, they have been holding it for too long and need to be released." ”

"What about the arranged lunch? The first time was tight, and the lunch time was only forty minutes......"

"Please advise, is the chief's schedule tight in the morning, can you squeeze out an hour?"

"Ahh

The lieutenant general looked at the gray part of the picture, and the laughter, listening to his ears, made the voice hoarse and painful more than crying......

"The chief knows they're all here, and they'll come." (To be continued......)