Regarding the "Blowing Lantern Festival", Zheng Zheng never mentioned it to anyone.

That's the privacy of a group of gentlemen.

When a soldier has tears, when a soldier is sad, a soldier is not really iron-beaten, who doesn't have seven emotions and six desires, who doesn't have some family love and friendship?

I solemnly know that this kind of "blowing the lamp" is not the first incident in the minesweeping team, and it will certainly not be the last.

Then let these minesweepers keep a little bit of their own little secrets, so that they have a place to vent, cry in the dead of night, and it will be over, and the next day they can travel lightly and not be distracted on the minefield.

After two weeks of basic mine detection training, it entered the stage of actual demolition.

That night, Han Zixuan and Sun Zewen, the captain of the first mine-sweeping team, announced that tomorrow the "hunter" detachment could follow a platoon to the No. 12 minefield, take a look first, and if there is a suitable opportunity, let them try to go into battle to clear the mines in person.

As soon as the news was announced, many people couldn't sleep that night.

On a minefield.

This is what all the members of the hunter detachment are looking forward to, but after all, it is a matter of life, and it is inevitable that there will be tension.

Special forces, in particular, must know more and learn more than ordinary soldiers.

Zhuang Zhuang felt that if he couldn't dismantle a real mine himself, he really didn't dare to brag to others that he was some kind of ghost special forces.

Young people always have a hero complex, and solemnity is no exception.

He revered the veterans of the minesweepers, the heroes who came back safely in the minefield, by the side of death.

Ten thousand flowers have passed, and the leaves do not stick to the body.

Solemn's understanding of entering the minefield of death to clear mines is like this, going in with a bull, and then retreating with a whole body, and coming out with a bullishness.

As a special soldier, a real man (at least solemnly thinks so), how dare he stand up and hang the armband of the lightning sword without experiencing a little bit of life-threatening things?

Unworthy!

Early the next morning, without waiting for the wake-up horn to sound, Zhuang Zheng had already dressed up, washed up, and stood quietly in the camp waiting.

The wind in the mountains blew through the solemn ears.

Solemn felt that his senses had become much sharper than usual today, and he could hear every change in the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops.

This made him very happy.

The senses become sharpened, which can avoid more dangers, especially in minefields.

In fact, what Yan Yan didn't understand was that the reason why he became sharp was because he was in a state of tension and excitement.

Excitement stimulates the senses and makes them more sensitive.

"Yo!" Luo got up and walked out of the tent, saw the solemnity at a glance, and said, "You kid is so early today?" ”

"Morning squad leader!" Solemnly said: "I can't sleep, I have to go to the minefield today." ”

Luo Xing took a toothbrush in the mouth jar, put a towel on his shoulder, drew some water from the cooking class, squeezed in toothpaste, squatted on the side of the road and began to brush his teeth.

While brushing, he said: "The No. 12 minefield is a new minefield, but the difficulty is not too big, the terrain is relatively flat, you are a newcomer, or don't go to the too complicated terrain to clear mines, the No. 12 minefield is suitable for you." ”

Solemnly said: "That is, nothing challenging? ”

Luo Xing spit out the toothpaste water in his mouth, looked up and said solemnly: "It is relatively difficult to say, but for demining engineers, every mine must be treated with the most cautious attitude, don't take it lightly, remember, if you take it lightly, it will kill you!" ”

Nodding solemnly, "I understand, boss." ”

"Well, the children are teachable!" Roshing often uses this mantra to express his level of satisfaction with his training, which is already the highest compliment.

"You are in our class, when you get there, follow me, remember, even if you walk, you have to step on my footprints, where I haven't stepped on, don't step on it!"

Zhuang Zhuang thought to himself, although Luo Xing spoke rudely, but he really had nothing to say about people.

From this simple sentence, you can hear it, I will go up, you follow.

The danger is left to themselves.

No wonder the soldiers under him like to call him the boss, and he really has the demeanor of a big brother.

Soon, the whole camp was lively.

Since it was the first time to go to the minefield, Han Zixuan couldn't let go, and he didn't board the car after breakfast, so he first gathered people together and gave a good lecture.

In fact, to put it simply, it is necessary to obey orders, obey commands, do not walk around, do not add to the chaos, be honest, and don't put the stinky shelves of special forces in the minefield.

At 8:20 a.m., the car came.

Minefield No. 12 is 21 kilometres away from the camp, and after going there, eat on the spot at noon, do not return, and then reconvene at half past four in the evening.

The reason for the early closing of the team is that demining is a meticulous job and should be carried out when the light is sufficient.

Not only the light, but also the people who do detailed work when the light is dim are not suitable because it is easy to burn out mentally.

Bright light makes it easier to concentrate and is good for mine clearance.

I moved the equipment and got into the car, and it was already 8:40.

The convoy drove in the southwest direction, all the way were familiar "foreign dirt roads", in the rolling yellow dust, solemnly simply pulled up the field scarf around his neck to cover his face.

At half past nine, the convoy reached the designated position.

Get out of the car and unload your equipment.

When he looked around, he didn't see any minefields, only the mountains on his face.

"Where's the minefield?"

He asked Roshing.

Luo Xing pointed to his left side and said, "There, two hundred meters away from us." ”

Zhuang Zheng originally wanted to go over and take a look, but he thought of the minefield discipline that Han Zixuan emphasized - don't run around! Follow the soldiers of the minesweeper, obey orders, and obey commands.

It may be said that there is thunder here, so you should be careful.

"Squad leader, can you take me to the side to have a look?" He asked.

Luo Xing said: "Okay, I'll take you to see, solemn, you haven't seen a minefield before, right?" ”

With that, the leader left.

solemnly followed behind Luo Xing and walked more than 100 meters.

Finally, Luo Xing stopped, pointed to the front and said, "See, No. 12 minefield." ”

Majestically looked in the direction he was pointing.

Not far from there is a row of wire fences, which continue to cover an overgrown area at the foot of the mountain.

On a huge white warning sign, spitting out a black skull in Chinese, it reads - minefield! Dangerous! No entry is allowed! There is also a payment from a local mine-clearing office below.

"This is Minefield 12, it's not very large, but it's stuck on a traffic artery that used to lead to the border. Starting today, we're going to get rid of it, and it has to be done in about a week, and then handed over to the local government. ”

With a gesture of his hand, he pointed to a stone and cement low wall in the distance and said, "See that over there?" This is the closure? ”

"What is a lockdown?" Solemnly asked.

"It is a minefield that is not listed on the demining list for the time being, so it is fenced off, people are not allowed to enter, and livestock are also prevented from entering and stepping on mines, and after the minefield in important parts is cleared, they will be rotated in the future."

Looking solemnly towards the enclosed concrete wall, there is also a warning sign like Minefield No. 12, on which the skeletons are red, giving people a hideous feeling, as if staring at themselves and smiling.

The smell of death wafted through the air.

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