Chapter 177: Revolutionary ideals are higher than the sky
Troop carriers and supply vehicles lined up like a steel line at the finish line.
The moment Xiao Chen turned around, the car squad leader who had just taken over the flag felt a drop of warm water quickly throw on his face, and he was immediately assimilated by this cold weather.
Sweat, water, or tears?
As a third-term non-commissioned officer, he only noticed Lian Qi just now, but he didn't look at Xiao Chen's face carefully.
But the distant figure made him feel that the future of Sanlian would be very different from the past because of today.
The car squad leader looked at Xiao Chen, who was struggling forward, and was silent for a few seconds. In his ears were the curious inquiries of the warriors, but he did not want to answer. The soldiers of the same three companies, they came to the finish line prematurely because of the delivery of supplies.
This rapid march seemed like outsiders.
But at this moment, the old non-commissioned officer desperately wanted to stand with the company. No, perhaps, the end result is to sit together in the snow.
turned around and stuffed the somewhat stiff banner into the arms of the young soldier who had been enlightened by Xiao Chen that day:
"Boy, I've got you on a mission. This flag, when the fourth squad leader arrives, tie him to the flagpole. It's almost time, and you'll leave the bonfire to you kid alone. The others, listen to the password, follow the company commander, and pick up our instructor. ”
"Hey, squad leader, I want to go too."
"You? Do your own work, come back and know that you kid can't serve your comrades, see how I clean you up. ”
"But ......"
"Where do you come from so much, but don't you know what kind of urine you have? If you have a cold, stay honest with me, and don't mess up the company. I want to practice returning to the comrades in the class to accompany you, now, obey the order and listen to the command. ”
"Wu Quan, I am sorry that you look at this kid."
Gan Xiaoning gritted his teeth, although the flag was gone, the flagpole was still there. The bare flagpole has no special significance, but Gan Xiaoning feels that as long as he holds this pole, he is the standard-bearer just like Xiao Chen said.
The standard-bearer is the benchmark.
The flag is gone, but the people are still there. If you are there, you will fight.
The wind and snow still blinded his eyes, and he had crossed the penultimate hill, and was already approaching the penultimate one. Not far behind him, the footsteps of several people stumbled faintly in his ears.
Gan Xiaoning's pace unconsciously sped up a few points.
He can't be exceeded.
Xiao Chen was only half right, no one could reach the finish line one step ahead of Lian Qi. But half, Gan Xiaoning wanted to make up for it by himself - how can a flag without a flagpole be considered complete.
But when he climbed the last mountain with difficulty, and saw the red that flickered with fire in his eyes, Xiao Chen's figure appeared in front of him again.
"Acting Company Commander ......"
Gan Xiaoning didn't know why Xiao Chen came back at this time, he wanted to know.
Xiao Chen didn't give him an answer, but patted him on the shoulder: "Forrest Gump, the fourth squad leader, the end is just around the corner." Come on. The responsibility of the company commander has been completed, and the responsibility of the comrades-in-arms has just begun. ”
As he spoke, Xiao Chen had already passed by him, and immediately after, several auto soldiers gasped and quickly followed.
Gan Xiaoning didn't ask them again, because the footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer.
Xiao Chen is going to fulfill the responsibility of his comrade-in-arms that he doesn't know, and he is now going to fulfill the responsibility of a standard-bearer.
Following the wind and going retrograde, Xiao Chen felt that he was missing wings. Whether from a biomimicry or a mechanical point of view, if you have wings, you will start flying in such strong winds.
He desperately wanted to fly to Zong Pingchuan's side.
But the snow was still piling up with the wind.
The heaps touched the ankles and necks, not even the calves.
The physical energy has been consumed until now, and Xiao Chen no longer has the agility to catch up with the wind at that time. Several fighters of the car squad quickly caught up with him, but did not overtake him. A few people kept missing everyone in the surprised eyes of the soldiers.
"Squad leader, company commander, what is he?"
"I don't know, don't ask, rush forward."
The first echelon, already behind, and the second echelon, are passing by. In the shade of the second mountain, a lone figure struggled to pull his right leg out of the snow. Zong Pingchuan felt that his stomach was like an empty bowl, and he was rumbling with hunger.
How long has it been since this felt?
But this feeling made Zong Pingchuan feel a very full and real comfort in his heart.
It's like being a soldier.
And what happened to the professional soldiers, and what happened to the officers? A rapid march in the snow, the blood and fighting spirit that had been worn out in the youth are bursting out of the shroud of comfort and comfort little by little in this difficulty.
"It's snowy, and the night is blank.
The plateau is cold, and there is no food.
The Red Army is all steel men,
Thousands of hammers are not afraid of difficulties......"
Zong Pingchuan suddenly remembered that when he was a recruit, the old squad leader who had died on the front line of Laoshan taught them to sing the Long March songs.
For many years, the songs of the tapes would only be played during ideological education, and at this time, in the northern scenery of thousands of miles of ice and snow, they suddenly became familiar and intimate.
With his head down, Zong Pingchuan sang the song in a low voice in a hoarse voice.
Slowly, Zong Pingchuan raised his head, his eyes were already moist. At that time, he was still a child. Now, he has become a company instructor who is even bigger than the old squad leader. However, it was not until today that he really puffed up his chest with his face and sang this song with that not-so-nice voice.
Zong Pingchuan finally climbed this mountain.
There is also a hill.
In the tears, his steps suddenly became firm, but he didn't pay attention, his feet stepped on the pothole, and his body fell to the ground instantly, rolling down the hillside one by one.
The car soldier on the support car was so frightened that he hurriedly drove over the hill with full horsepower, put the car in neutral and parked it at a flat place, and jumped out of the car himself to help Zong Pingchuan not far away.
"Don't come, drive your car. I'm not there yet. ”
Zong Pingchuan's hoarse voice came from the snow, and he struggled to get up, and then laughed self-deprecatingly. In the end, he can't compare to young people, not to mention the bottom, and he can't walk steadily. If only the boys in the company could see it, it would have been repaid.
"Instructor, are you alright?"
"Drive your car, what can you do. I fell down, and when I really put it aside to fight, I was going to die. Let's go, you can't let the company commander run so far to pick me up. I, Zong Pingchuan, am older and older, and I am still wearing a military uniform. ”
The wind and rain invade the clothes and bones harder, and the wild vegetables are full of hunger and determination. The officers and men are united in weal and woe, and the revolutionary ideal is higher than heaven.
Anyway, I also drank several bowls of ginger soup along the way.
Compared to those revolutionary old-timers, this situation is nothing.
He Zong Pingchuan can't compare to those young men in their early twenties in any function now, but his bones are quite tough.