On the morning of December 10, the whistle sounded outside the dock in Nanjing, and a huge cruise ship slowly sailed into the port under the guidance of a small boat. The white paint of the Pen, Fun, www.biquge.info and Pavilion makes this cruise ship look very imposing, and the soldiers in green uniforms stand on the ship. Seeing the familiar scenery of their hometown, many people couldn't help but stand on the boat and shout at the crowd that came to greet them on the pier.

Colonel Shi Qian was as excited as the other commanders and fighters, and he couldn't help but take off his military hat and shout and wave it at the dock. Although unlike most of the residents of Nanjing, his father, Shi Dakai, arrived in Nanjing as a loser and a general. But Shi Qian has grown up in the city for as long as he can remember. Nanjing is his hometown, born and raised in Sri Lanka. As a soldier who had just participated in a brutal and long battle, returning to his hometown in itself made him feel that his whole body and mind had become active.

However, Colonel Shi's joy did not last long, and he actually knew that there was no one at home to greet him. His older siblings had long regarded the Restoration Army as enemies, and they have not been able to change their views to this day. Expecting them to come and cheer for the conquerors of North America seemed too much to ask. This year's 59-year-old father Shi Dakai is not so narrow-minded, his statement to Shi Qian is 'If you eat other people's food, you will serve others well'. It's just that Shi Dakai didn't like to show his face after he became a general, and lived a low-key and wealthy life.

Thinking of this, Colonel Shi Qian missed his Indian wife. His wife said a while ago that her family joined an agricultural cooperative on the Great Plains and rented a lot of land. Because of the shortage of manpower, I hope that Shi Qian can return to the farm as a cadre after retiring. Shi Qian doesn't hate farming, but he wants to be able to farm on farms near Nanjing. The plains in North America are big enough, but too inhospitable. That rugged style really can't be compared with Jiangnan.

The soldiers who were picked up by someone held the hands of their relatives and friends, laughing and hugging. Colonel Shi Qian dragged his duffel bag and quietly walked past the joyful crowd and walked to the exit. After leaving the station, Colonel Shi Qian couldn't help but frown. In his impression, Nanjing in December was crowded with traffic. Even if the road ordered by His Majesty the Emperor Weser was so wide, it would still be stuffed to the brim.

It can't be said that the streets are empty now, but the bustle is far from what it used to be. Of course, buses, a convenient and inexpensive means of public transportation, are still crowded. Sit in the car. Shi Qian saw some doorways. There are fewer bicycles on the streets, and there are probably more buses. There are significantly fewer cars on the streets, and the overpasses that started a few years ago have been completed, and the speed of buses has increased considerably.

The people on the bus were very enthusiastic about the comrades of the troops, and some gave up their seats to the commanders and fighters. The commanders and fighters immediately refused everyone's kindness with discipline and inadmissibility. When asked about the war in North America, everyone shook their heads and did not answer. Shi Qian could fully understand everyone's attitude, and after he stepped off the battlefield, his expectation was to leave such tragic days behind forever. Just as Shi Qian didn't want to recall the battle to clear Texas.

Shi Qian never expected that he would have to fight non-stop every day for ten days. The madness of the Texans in their last moments shook Shi Qian in ten days, and the Japanese killed and buried him. The Texans, on the other hand, hung the killed Indians and blacks in conspicuous places and hung conspicuous signs. I'm afraid that the Liberation Army won't see it. In the final siege of Austin, the Texans also openly shot the last black man they had outside the city. The war had reached such a point that Shi Qian had no other idea than to try to forget.

Fortunately, the speed of the bus has increased, and the time spent with the citizens is not long. Getting off the bus at the gate of his father's community, Shi Qian felt much more relaxed. Walking in the community, Shi Qian also felt a little cold. There weren't many people in this community in the first place, and now I can't see how many people there are. Of course, this may also have something to do with the fact that it's not commuting time and people don't want to go out in winter. can remember that the lively community in it is closed, and then connected with the cold feeling on the street before, Shi Qian feels that it is becoming more and more wrong.

When he rang the doorbell on the door of his father's house, Shi Qian suddenly wondered if his father would not be at home. But nothing bad happened, the door opened not long after, and Shi Dakai, whose hair had grayed, appeared at the door. Seeing his youngest son in military uniform, Shi Dakai instantly showed a smile on his face. This smile made Shi Qian feel warm in his heart, and he couldn't help but throw down the package and hold his father's hand, "Daddy, I'm back!" ”

"It's good to be back! It's good to be back! Shi Da laughed. Then he shouted to his wife, who had heard the noise, "My son is back!" ”

The egg noodles made by his mother were still the taste in his memory, and Shi Qian was really hungry, so when he buried his head in eating noodles, he didn't see his mother wiping the tears of joy from the corners of her eyes with her hands. After eating, the family talked about the time of separation. To his mother's inquiry, Shi Qian just replied, "Isn't that good for me?" ”

Afraid that his mother would continue to ask, Shi Qian took out two envelopes and handed them to his father and mother. There's a lot of money in it. There was not much money spent in the war, and there was a lot of war allowance. After Shi Qian saw the numbers on the passbook, he immediately prepared such a thick two stacks as a gift for his parents.

The gift also worked, and Shi Qian's wife was immediately led to think in other directions by such a life-like approach, and the matter of whether Shi Qian was born and died on the battlefield was temporarily put aside. After talking for a while, Shi Dakai asked Shi Qian to go to the study with him. Shi Qian's old lady never dared to stop Shi Dakai's order, so she watched the father and son enter the study.

Sitting down in the study, Shi Dakai asked, "How did you defeat Texas?" ”

Seeing that Shi Qian was speechless in surprise, Shi Dakai said lightly: "I am not without old times in the army, and it is also said in the news that we conquered Texas and completed the control of the Great Plains region of the United States. I just wanted to ask how the hell you guys fight. ”

Daddy Shi Dakai used to be a hero in Shi Qian's heart, and the Battle of Hukou was a classic commanded by Shi Dakai, who almost committed suicide after forcing Zeng Guofan to throw himself into the water. After entering the military academy, Shi Qian slowly understood that his father Shi Dakai was really not good in front of the Liberation Army. It's not that one aspect can't work, but it's not all about it. Even if the armies of the Middle Ages took up muskets, they were no match for modern armies. However, Shi Qian still respects his father very much.

Seeing that his father was still concerned about the military, he told Shi Dakai about the tactics of motorized infantry. Regarding the matter of relying on trucks to carry out maneuvers, Shi Dakai just listened quietly, but did not express his opinion. It wasn't until he heard about the siege of Texas and the Liberation Army surrounding hundreds of thousands of Yankees in Austin, the capital of Texas, that Shi Dakai asked: "You conquered Austin in only two days?" ”

"Yes." Shi Qian replied.

"How?" Shi Dakai's voice was a little hot.

"We used a new type of rocket artillery." Shi Qian was not excited. Recalling that the Battle of Austin was a pain for him, 200,000 troops laid a dense barbed wire fence around Austin, and surrounded this city, which was considered to be a year old in North America.

The artillery inside the city also tried to block the Liberation Army outside the city, and in order to complete the barbed wire blockade, the Liberation Army also paid some price. As soon as the next day dawned, the artillery began to pour fire on the city, and the heavy artillery fire made the whole city smoke. At about nine o'clock in the morning, the artillery stopped firing and the attacking troops set off. Shi Qian didn't have to lead the charge himself, but he still approached the nearest position to observe according to his habit.

Then he understood how powerful the modern defense system really was, even if it was swept through by artillery fire. The Yankees' seemingly dilapidated perimeter suddenly appeared with a lot of firing ports. From a distance, the black holes looked like small sesame seeds, but the very layered firing points still exposed the attacking troops to fire from the front, left, and right. The soldiers still fought tenaciously in the face of such a dilemma, which made Shi Qian, who was observing the battle, unable to help but burst into tears. He, the colonel, was promoted quickly because the war was fierce. Even if he became a colonel, Shi Qian's heart was still the battalion commander who was on the front line. Just by looking at it, he empathized with the plight of his comrades on the front.

The attack failed in the end, and what made Shi Qian feel the most painful thing was that the troops who tried to reinforce were killed and wounded by enemy artillery fire. When the troops suffered heavy losses and had to retreat, they were still intercepted by enemy fire. If it were not for the fact that the enemy was stingy with the use of shells, the casualties of the troops would have only been greater.

Even so, a battalion of troops lost nearly a hundred killed and wounded more than two hundred in less than two hours of fighting. Shi Qian was so angry that he smoked. This anger, of course, was not directed at the troops who fought bloodily, but with a strong resentment of his own incompetence.

Just as the troops were summing up the problem and preparing to adopt a new mode of operation, the command besieging Austin ordered the troops to suspend the offensive. After a moment's time, the commanders of the siege troops in the four directions met together. Shi Qian knew that every attacking force had suffered heavy losses. Shi Qian stood up at the meeting and said to the commander: "Please commander, please give us a chance to participate in the attack." Having sacrificed so many comrades, if we don't have a chance to avenge them in the end, I won't be willing to die! ”

As soon as Shi Qian's words fell, the commanders of the other troops all got up and made the same request to the commander. The setback of the offensive not only did not make these young commanders who had grown up in the war flinch in the slightest, but on the contrary particularly aroused the ruthlessness of these people to fight to the end.

"Prepare for the rest of the day. We are ready to use more artillery to solve the problem. "The commander said it lightly.

"Where do we have so many shells! Is it going to be a long-term siege? Shi Qian disagreed. What he wanted was to be able to organize a second steal in the shortest possible time, and he had already decided in his heart that he would go further forward and lead the second team to attack.

"Just obey the order and be ready to continue fighting." The commander commanded.

The offensive ended that day, and the troops shelled Austin City at regular intervals. Other than that, there was no attack. On Shi Qian's position, other troops began to arrange a strange kind of guide rails. Another day, around eight o'clock in the morning, a large number of coarse rockets were delivered here. Although Shi Qian was boiling with revenge, he was still frightened after seeing these rockets. As a soldier, you can understand the purpose of this relatively short and stubby rocket at a simple glance.

The maximum caliber of artillery of the Army units of the Liberation Army was 150, and 150 shells were not enough to break through a solid defensive wall. Although the power is insufficient, the weight of this shell is not small. The rocket in front of you must be filled with dozens of kilograms of explosives, which is far from being comparable to 150 guns. This alone is enough to inflict significant damage on the defenses. This thing is somewhat similar to a traditional mortar cannon. They are not pursuing range, but only pursuing more powerful delivery capabilities.

Around ten o'clock in the morning, the shelling began. The tongue-in-flame, with a stabilizer wing and a tail, flew out along the slide and flew in a beautiful arc towards the target less than a kilometer away. Most of the rockets flew into Austin, and a few landed outside the city. The earth-shattering loud noise and the strong shock wave made Shi Qian feel a burst of softness under his feet. Some of the unshock-resistant fighters even vomited altogether. Even if it wasn't as bad as a warrior, Shi Qian felt a faint pain in his head.

The shelling stopped after an hour, and Shi Qian's troops were immediately ordered to strike again. Because of the discomfort, Shi Qian no longer had the boiling killing intent he had at the beginning, and to his surprise, when the troops approached, the defenders in the city did not counterattack. In the binoculars, it can be seen that the enemy's firing ports were blocked by mud under the bombardment of a large number of explosives carried by rockets, and some bunkers were even blown up.

When the troops entered the city, they encountered only a handful of enemy attempts to counterattack, and such a weak resistance was quickly crushed. Shi Qian climbed onto the ruined head of Austin and looked inside, and he gasped. The city is in complete ruins, with only the pitiful ruins of buildings that prove that there were once buildings here. After the city was washed by a barrage of rockets, all that remained proved that it had been hit by the violent blast of the air, and that nothing would survive here.

After taking a few steps forward, Shi Qian saw a relatively complete building. In other words, the masonry house seems to be quite tall before it was cut off by the barricade, and three of the four walls are half-dilapidated. When Shi Qian passed by, he felt that there were dirty red and black things like rags everywhere. It's like an old thick cobweb.

Shi Qian glanced at it casually, but saw a large piece of this kind of thing suddenly fall from the wall, and it was still like this inside, but there was something white in it. Looking at it, Shi Qian suddenly understood that it was a human bone. The people inside the building were so shattered by the heavy shelling that they stuck to the walls like slimy mud. There are still a lot of people who paste it layer by layer.

Although he had long been accustomed to the battlefield, his impetuousness and the impact of the shock wave during the previous shelling could not help but bend down and retch.

When he returned home, Shi Qian recalled the dilapidated building, and still felt a burst of discomfort in his stomach. Shi Dakai just listened to his son's simple words, and the troops used a powerful rocket to saturate the enemy's fortified cities. Seeing his son's adverse reaction, Shi Dakai frowned slightly.

"Father, there are only a few people left in this city, and we have easily occupied it." Shi Qian made such a closing summary for the battle narrative.

Shi Dakai's eyebrows twitched slightly, and his handsome face was full of gloom from contemplation. After a while, Shi Dakai opened his mouth and asked, "Can you really sweep away the city that houses hundreds of thousands of people with cannonballs?" ”

"It's not a big city." Shi Qian explained.

"You said there were hundreds of thousands of people running into that city." Shi Dakai asked.

At the mention of these hundreds of thousands of people, Shi Qian's face became very ugly. He didn't want to care about the whereabouts of those hundreds of thousands of people at all, thinking that hundreds of thousands of people had probably turned into that kind of red and black rag-like thing, Shi Qian felt even more uncomfortable in his stomach.

Then he heard his father Shi Dakai say in an unbelievable tone: "I really can really blow everyone up with just a cannonball, I don't believe it." How much gunpowder does this take?! ”

Shi Dakai said seriously, and Shi Qian couldn't bear it even more when he listened. The body is uncomfortable, and the mood is even more refusal to recall the past. Shi Qian's brows furrowed deeply, and for the first time, he said to his father Shi Dakai in an extremely disgusted tone: "Father, that's enough! Let's never ask this question again! ”

Shi Dakai was very surprised to be treated like this by his son, and he asked, "Why?" ”

"Because enough is enough! I don't want to say any more! The disgust in Shi Qian's voice was even heavier, and on the ship returning home, all the officers and soldiers did not mention a word of war. Everyone is just doing their best to look forward to a better future and outline a happy retirement life. With such mutual help, Shi Qian finally buried the memories of the battlefield in his heart. But Shi Dakai now pulled these things out of the darkness and placed them in a bright place for Shi Qian to sound again. Shi Qian had no other emotions at all except a strong sense of disgust.

"When you become a colonel in the army, do you dare to talk like this?" Shi Dakai asked in a deep voice. From his voice and expression, Shi Qian saw that he was very dissatisfied and angry.

This annoyance was compared to what was in his memory, and Shi Qian realized that he didn't want to explain it at all. He stood up without saying a word, turned around and opened the door and left Shi Dakai's study. There are some things that cannot be explained, everything that Shi Qian has experienced is not a visual memory, that kind of thing seems to be engraved in Shi Qian's body. As long as he thinks about it, it makes him feel uncomfortable.

Without saying a word, Shi Qian picked up the package, and Shi Qian opened the door and went out amid his mother's surprised gaze and the voice asking where he was going. Compared with the memories of wanting to be completely buried, Shi Qian felt that being misunderstood by his parents was an easy and acceptable result.