On the night of returning to the camp, when the meal was served, Luo Xing had just sat down, and the cooking squad leader came up and put a big bowl of duck soup in front of him.

The duck soup is clear, with a little oil star floating and a duck leg resting in it.

A whole duck leg.

Luo Xing was stunned and asked, "What's the matter, Lao Li?" ”

The cooking squad leader's surname was Li, rubbed his hands on his apron, and said with a smile: "It was ordered by the captain." ”

Then he gave Luo Xing a thumbs up: "Today, you are a hero!" ”

Hero?

Luo Xing was stunned again.

Today I just burned my hands, and there were no other injuries on my body.

The captain Lian Yue said that he wanted to ask for credit for him, and the instructor also said that he would personally write the materials and send them to the headquarters.

For these compliments and praises, Luo Xing is not used to it.

He still prefers Lian Yue's fierce appearance to himself and his soldiers, and the way he speaks when he scolds the "rabbit cub" at every turn.

In fact, it's not that Lian Yue was born with a big temper.

But Lian Yue has a point, he is very fierce in the minefield.

The soldiers in the team all said that the captain Lian Yue was Lei Gong when he went to the minefield.

The protective clothing is heavy, and it is easy to marinate the skin when worn on the body, not to mention the prickly heat, but also rotten, if it is more terrible in summer, after the rain comes out of the sun, put on the protective clothing that is a baked sauna.

That's why a lot of soldiers don't like to wear it.

But even Yue is here, so you must wear it.

Whoever secretly doesn't wear it, Lian Yue finds out that he kicks his ass when he goes up, and then he will scold you for being born as a Buddha and two Buddhas in Nirvana.

In his words, I'd rather kick your ass than get your ass blown up by a minefield on a minefield!

There are also instructors.

Luo Xing likes him to have a straight face, and criticize himself in a serious and mother-in-law tone unique to political work cadres, saying that he is angry, saying that he is the boss, the second and the third, this is the army, and local buddies are not allowed to be angry.

Coming down from the minefield today, the captain spoke softly, and the instructor stopped nagging.

The two of them changed their temperaments, and they both became gentle, and they both praised him for doing a good job, saying that he was a hero.

Hero?

In fact, Luo Xing secretly thought about this problem later.

He really didn't want to be a hero.

Because if the grenade blows up, it doesn't seem to matter if the hero is a hero or not.

At that time, he only thought that since he was going to die, he would die by himself, so as not to affect his comrades-in-arms around him.

That's all the idea, where is it so lofty?

The instructor said that he would write materials for him and send them to the headquarters, and that he would be a model.

Hearing this, Luo Xing, who was not afraid of squatting down with a grenade, would make him a little panicked.

He'd seen how heroes behave.

At the beginning of last year, a soldier of the second team was injured in order to protect his comrades while clearing mines, and he became a hero.

Later, the TV station came, the military newspaper reporter also came, and all kinds of invitations were invited to give reports, to schools, to work units, and to organs......

Under all kinds of spotlights, all kinds of flashes clicked and clicked.

In fact, that soldier knew Luo Xing.

Later, I asked him privately how it was to be a hero?

The hero shook his head and sighed, didn't say anything for a long time, and finally just shook his head with a wry smile and said: "It's hard to say, I might as well come back to clear the mines more energetically." ”

I didn't go on after that.

Luo Xing didn't ask why.

The name of the hero seems to be quite dazzling, and the taste of it is really only understood by the person concerned.

So Luo Xing was a little scared for no reason.

Just like the bowl of duck leg soup in front of you now.

If this bowl of soup is placed in any food stall in the county, the price is less than two yuan.

But in Nakui Village, this ordinary bowl of duck leg soup has been given a heavy meaning.

It is far from the county seat, even if you drive 70 kilometers.

Most of the roads into Nakui Village are mountain roads, relying on mules and horses to carry supplies.

So before they came in, most of the minesweepers brought some canned supplies.

Every three days, supplies are brought in from outside, by mule and horse teams.

Due to the road, it will be purchased from the county seat and then delivered here, at least the next day.

Due to insurance issues, most of the fresh meat dishes have a strange taste when they are delivered.

Most of the villagers here hunt for a living, and the minefields have affected farming, so they simply do not plant.

They all use very primitive tools for hunting, and it is almost enough to fill their stomachs, and it is definitely not enough to sell them to the troops of more than 100 people.

Therefore, everything the minesweepers eat is canned vegetables, and it is rare to see fresh meat dishes, and occasionally the hunter detachment makes its own traps and catches some game to replenish it.

Now the duck leg lying in the soup pot Luo Xing is very impressive.

A few days ago, the soldier who ate canned food continuously until he was disgusted and rotten in the corner of his mouth made Lian Yue's heart ache, so he used the radio to contact the command and asked him to send some fresh meat and vegetables in anyway.

As a result, the command really sent someone to send it, but only five of the ducks sent in were odorless, and the others were a little spoiled.

The quota of two ducks per day in the cooking class was not enough to cook, so I had to chop up and cook soup.

Only the last duck is left today.

And one of the legs of this duck, lying in its own bowl.

Raising his head, he was surrounded by envious eyes.

But no one spoke.

All the soldiers felt that Luo Xing was qualified to drink this bowl of soup!

"This bowl of soup ......"

Luo Xing picked up the bowl and looked at the duck leg.

He took a sip, then picked up the duck leg and took a bite of it, then handed it to the next comrade sitting next to him.

"Come, one mouthful, pass it on."

The comrade-in-arms in the back looked at this bowl of duck leg soup and didn't dare to accept it for a long time.

Everyone at the same table turned their eyes around Luo Xing and the comrade-in-arms who didn't dare to take the duck soup.

"I'm the squad leader, and I give an order - one person has one mouthful of soup, one person has one mouthful of duck legs! Eat! ”

Luo Xing's duck soup was handed a little further forward and stretched out to the mouths of his comrades.

Since it is an order, it can only be accepted.

The soldier licked the corners of his mouth, which had been blistered a little from the lack of vitamins, and gently pressed his lips to the edge of the soup bowl, taking a small sip.

Then there was also a small bite on the duck's leg.

After that, the bowl of soup continued downward......

One by one......

One by one......

Suddenly, someone couldn't help it, sobbed violently, and then said, "I'll go out for a while." ”

And then ran.

That bowl of duck soup was passed to three tables, and thirty-two people drank it, and it was not finished......

Captain Lian Yue sat at a table not far away, quietly watching all this with the instructor of the minesweeping team.

They didn't stop it.

No one wants to break the precious atmosphere of this moment.

After a long time, Lian Yue suddenly said to the instructor: "Our troops, the spirit of Shangganling has not lost ......."

Zhuang Yan sat at the table next to Lian Yue and heard this.

The spirit of Shangganling?

Yes......

It's the story of the apple......

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Fourth update tonight! It's kind of another change.

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