Early the next morning, the teaching brigade returned to the station by car.

Along the way, people kept asking Zhuang Yan and others who participated in the search and rescue about the whole process, as well as about Liu Xiangdong.

Zhuang Zhuang felt irritated inexplicably, so he scolded Wang Dazui, who came to inquire about the gossip, and told him to roll aside and not disturb his rest.

After saying that, he hooked his head, buried himself in his knees, sat in the corner of the trunk of the military vehicle, and without saying a word, threw himself into a quiet world and locked up.

He subconsciously didn't mention it because he felt that things were not good.

Liu Xiangdong was lying on his back, and he really couldn't even feel his breathing.

At this time, he silently prayed in his heart, maybe it was just that he was too busy and nervous on the mountain road at night to pay attention.

Liu Xiangdong is very young, about the same age as himself.

It is estimated that he is eighteen or nineteen years old.

In some fashionable words in society, it has just passed the "rainy season".

Solemnly hoped that he would be fine, that was his comrade-in-arms.

On the day of returning to the camp, the training of the teaching brigade was not stalled because of the wilderness survival training, and after getting out of the car, the squadron leader gathered all the trainees of the team and announced that the training would continue as usual in the afternoon.

At seven o'clock in the evening, on a meadow in front of the brigade assembly point.

The captain's face was blurred, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, and he stood with his hands behind his back, and in front of him were more than three hundred soldiers under his command.

After a long time, his eyes were slightly raised to look at the stars rising in the night sky, a meteor suddenly crossed by, and the captain said in a low tone: "Yesterday, there was a training accident in our brigade, and as the captain of the brigade, I will take responsibility and be responsible for Comrade Liu Xiangdong's sacrifice." Comrades, I know you are sad in your hearts. In peacetime, when you were a soldier defending the country, you didn't die on the battlefield, but you lost your life in training, don't you feel very unworthy? ”

The ranks were silent, except for a few mosquitoes whirling around the soldiers' heads, humming and humming, and nothing else could be heard.

Standing solemnly in the queue, the pain went up from the injured toe, and there was an indescribable discomfort in his chest, his chest was jammed, and something heavy gathered in his throat, which made people feel extremely depressed.

Liu Xiangdong still hasn't been rescued......

"I want to say......" The captain's voice was a little hoarse: "Whether it is a soldier who falls on the battlefield or a soldier who falls on the training ground, they are all heroes!" ”

As soon as the words fell, a sudden cry came from the queue of the first squadron, which caught people off guard.

Majestine quietly turned his head sideways, and the team blocked his view.

He couldn't tell who it was, but he could guess who it was.

Liu Xiangdong's parents arrived at the teaching brigade two days later.

They are here to clean up Liu Xiangdong's relics in the class.

It was noon that day, and everyone in the 1st Squadron stopped training, put on their regular clothes, ties, and hats, and lined up in front of the door of the 1st Squadron.

Zhuang Zhuang looked at the third squadron from afar, and had the urge to go over and talk to Liu Xiangdong's parents.

After all, he was the last person in the entire brigade to contact Liu Xiangdong.

Liu Xiangdong's breath seemed to be still stained on his camouflage uniform, and he couldn't wash it off.

He wanted to go over and tell Liu Xiangdong's parents, but Xiangdong didn't say a word at the last moment and walked peacefully.

When it came, solemnity still didn't have that courage.

He was inexplicably afraid to face Liu Xiangdong's parents.

How do you comfort them?

All language seems to be so pale.

Is there anything more painful than a white-haired person sending a black-haired person?

When Liu Xiangdong's parents walked out of the rowroom of the first squadron and the first district team, the entire students of the first squadron silently followed behind.

There was no one to command, no one to organize, everyone was sent to the parade road in front of the platoon house, standing on the side of the road.

Liu Xiangdong's father has always been very strong, but his mother finally couldn't help it before getting into the car, when the door of the jeep opened, the mother suddenly hugged her son tightly and hit the backpack, and finally cried bitterly.

The entire 1st Squadron ......

No!

It's the whole brigade, crying.

It's just that some soldiers secretly wiped their tears, and some soldiers endured it and shed tears in their hearts.

One squadron was next to the brigade headquarters, and the jeep had to pass through three squadrons to get out of the gate of the brigade.

That day, all the officers and soldiers walked out of the row house, standing silently on the side of the road in a military posture.

The jeep drove slowly in the direction of the gate, passing in front of every soldier and officer.

Suddenly, the radio at the brigade headquarters sounded, and inside it was an old song that was extremely familiar to soldiers and cadres in the army - "Dream Camel Bell".

Send your comrades and embark on a journey.

Silent two tears,

Camel bells ringing in my ears.

The road is long and foggy.

Revolutionary careers often break up,

The same separation, two feelings.

Comrades-in-arms,

Dear Brothers,

Beware of the cold wind in the middle of the night,

Take care along the way......

The squadron leader on duty, wearing an armband, raised the electric horn in his hand.

"Salute to our comrades-in-arms!"

Hmmm-

More than 400 soldiers and officers of the whole brigade raised their right hands almost at the same time, and saluted in the direction of the jeep!

I really can't hold back the tears now.

Zhuang Zhuang felt that something was gushing out of his eyes, and in the tears, he vaguely saw that in the jeep, Liu Xiangdong's father was in tears, and he couldn't stop nodding to everyone outside the window.

Liu Xiangdong's death cast a shadow on solemn heart.

For Liu Xiangdong, before the wilderness survival training, they had only played once.

When I first joined the teaching team, the 3rd Squadron and the 3rd District Team had a shooting confrontation with the 1st Squadron and 1st District Team.

On that day, he walked on the shooting ground with Zhuang Yan, and the last person to lie on the target next to him was Liu Xiangdong.

In the end, Liu Xiangdong lost.

However, when he got off the shooting line, Liu Xiangdong once gave a thumbs up to Zhuang Zheng, although he didn't speak, Zhuang Zhuang knew that he was praising himself for playing well.

In the past few nights after Liu Xiangdong's parents left, Liu Xiangdong's figure when he participated in the shooting confrontation appeared in his mind again and again like a movie clip.

It's really hard to accept that such a young, fresh life is gone in the blink of an eye.

Soldiers are not afraid of sacrifice, this truth is solemnly understood; Vest shrouded, drunk and lying on the battlefield, solemn and understandable.

But what is Liu Xiangdong?

A training accident, a simple heat stroke, life is gone, and it is too far from the heroism of the solemn ideal.

He thought about it, but in the end he still didn't figure it out, his head was groggy, and his chest seemed to be holding a breath, unable to spit it out or swallow.

Since joining the army, Yan Yan has never had any ideals or beliefs.

The officer's dream is a shadowless thing; said that it was okay to exercise for three years, and it was okay to deceive his family and deceive his comrades-in-arms, but he couldn't withstand the scrutiny of his conscience; If it is even more impossible to simply want to be a class leader, he is a pragmatist, and the standard of measuring things by economic interests established in the family and social environment has long been ingrained.

What about being a class leader?

Get an extra ten yuan of squad leader allowance a month, and have one more yellow bar on your shoulder than others, and you can afford to exchange six months of dog-like life in exchange for the thin and light squad leader order in the file?

For this matter, there was a conversation between Zhuang Yan and Luo Xiaoming.

Because Zhuang Yan's toenails were completely damaged by stones, the military doctor Li Shangyue gave him a five-day leave, so that Zhuang Yan did not have to participate in training involving his legs for a few days.

So, during the morning physical training, Zhuang Zheng went to the arsenal to take out the guns of the whole class and wiped them clean one by one.

The shooting training of the teaching brigade is very frequent, so it is necessary to polish the gun every day.

Since Zhuang Zhuang didn't have to participate in physical training, Luo Xiaoming simply asked him to wipe the guns in the class more cleanly.

Zhuang Zheng was in a very bad mood for a few days, as long as he stopped, he always felt that his mind was full of Liu Xiangdong and lingered.

So, he wiped the gun desperately, and when he finished wiping, he blindfolded and followed Luo Xiaoming's example of disassembling and combining the gun, until he was so tired that he couldn't lift his hands.

"I've been watching you for a few days."

Once, solemnly just assembled a rifle, Luo Xiaoming appeared in front of solemn eyes.

Zhuang Zheng was sitting in the corridor of the gun store, raising his head, the morning sun shone from the east side of the corridor, Luo Xiaoming turned his back to the sun, his face was blurred.

"You have something on your mind, can you tell me about it?" Luo Xiaoming said.

Solemn did not admit it, and wanted to save up to open a gun.

Luo Xiaoming snatched the rifle, handed it to the sentry in the armory, and said, "Take all the guns back, put them away, and let them be in the laundry yard later, I have something to say to you." ”

A few minutes later, Zhuang Yan and Luo Xiaoming sat on the cement pier used to dry their shoes on the edge of the drying field.

"Tell me, what's on your mind?" Luo Xiaoming asked.

Zhuang Zhuang thought for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Squad leader, do you say that Liu Xiangdong's sacrifice is worth it?" ”

Luo Xiaoming was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I don't understand the truth, but I am from the countryside, and my parents are farmers. We are soldiers carrying guns, in fact, just like farmers farming, it is all duty, and we don't say anything worth it. Could it be that the peasants are afraid of hardship, so they will not farm? Afraid of death, the soldier will not train? If you don't train, you will really fight in the future, and you will want to rely on your comrades to charge? It's all such a chicken thief, what kind of soldiers are we going to be? ”

Zheng Zheng said: "However, I always feel that I am responsible for Xiang Dong's death, if I could have run faster at that time...... Perhaps, there is still a chance. ”

Luo Xiaoming was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Zhuang Zheng to think like this.

solemnly said: "I heard that Xu Yuan retired from training and went back to the company, and many people have been talking about it these days, saying that he can't pass his own level......

"He Xu Yuan is Xu Yuan, you are solemn! You've got to get through it! Luo Xiaoming suddenly became a little angry, and scolded: "My soldiers are not bad!" Withdrawn? Don't even think about it! Xu Yuan's retirement from training is his business, and Liu Xiangdong's death has nothing to do with you! You did your best, no one is sorry! ”

He eased his tone and said: "For a lifetime, if you swallow your last breath, you will not die, if you really die, everyone in the world will forget him, as long as you don't forget, he won't die." Think about it, will you forget Liu Xiangdong? ”

Shook his head solemnly.

Luo Xiaoming said: "That's right, I won't forget, I won't forget every comrade-in-arms who sacrificed around us, they are still alive in our hearts." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and poked the solemn heart.

"Hurry up! Don't tell me these negative emotions here, you kid, you don't want to hide and not train, do you? Don't even think about it! Morning shooting training, you must participate! ”

After speaking, he got up and brushed his sleeves away.

It took a while for the solemnity to come back to his senses.

This old seven......

It's really an unforgiving master.