After the chief finished speaking, he handed out three steamed buns by himself, boiled water in the kitchen, lined up into the kitchen, filled his own kettle, and set off as a team. It was dark as if a pot had been fastened, and the team was walking in the pot. Only a few lights at the front of the line, like horse lanterns, and the people in the back pull the backpack belt of the person in front. Because there were no stars and moons, and he didn't go too far, Liang Guocheng couldn't tell the direction. He only knew that he was getting farther and farther away from his place of residence, and he was getting farther and farther away from the light rain. Although he couldn't see his five fingers, it was pitch black in front of him, but the shadow of light rain appeared in front of him from time to time, and he stretched out a hand to him, "What about the letter?" He stretched out his hand to pull her, but he couldn't; He thought he was asleep, and it hurt when he pinched his face, and he thought that he might have missed Xiaoyu too much.

After walking for more than two hours, I arrived at a small station. The station was still an old-fashioned light bulb, the voltage was insufficient, it was dim and dim, there was a sign, he wanted to see what station it was, but he couldn't see it clearly. Sentry posts were erected on all sides of the platform, and the people were not allowed to go to the platform, and the platform was full of recruits like them, and there were hundreds of them, lined up in order, and there was no confusion at all. Platoon Commander Wang arranged for them to stand under a telephone pole and go to receive the task.

A train approached and slowly stopped at the platform. It was a steam locomotive pulling a five-section stuffy tank car, with a tail car behind it and three uniformed servicemen on it. Platoon Commander Wang came back and took them to the second carriage, opened the door of the carriage, and it was black and mushy inside, and a foul smell went straight to his nose. Platoon Commander Wang went up first and lit the lantern, and then dragged everyone up one by one, probably because there were not enough people in this carriage, and some people from other troops came up at the same time. Liang Guocheng was tall, and the Wang platoon leader dragged people up, and he helped push them up below, and he was the last to get into the car. The car was filled with straw, which he thought was for them to sleep. Platoon Commander Wang asked them to find their seats in the carriage, sat in their seats, and waited for their superiors to count the number of people. After a while, two soldiers with flower lists came up, named them one by one, made a record, and told Platoon Commander Wang that if there was nothing special, they would blow out the lantern and save kerosene, and the road was still long.

It was pitch black in the carriage, they couldn't see each other's faces clearly, and no one spoke out of nervousness. They sat next to each other by the carriage, and Liang Guocheng looked outside from the crack in the carriage board, and they had all gotten on the train one after another. He stood up and walked in front of Platoon Commander Wang, wanting Platoon Commander Wang to light a lantern and write a letter to Xiaoyu.

Platoon Commander Wang smiled: "Now write a letter to that post?" There is no post office here. ”

A soldier came over in the darkness and sat next to the platoon leader. Groping for the pistol hanging on the waist of the platoon commander Wang, the platoon commander Wang vigilantly protected the gun on his waist: "What are you doing?" ”

The boys love guns and knives, and the new fighters have been training for a month, standing up and kicking every day. Everyone was looking forward to the gun, and they all talked about what gun they hoped for several times. However, Platoon Commander Wang took them to train every day, but he didn't mention the robbery. I didn't shoot until I got on the train and was about to go to the front line. This new soldier couldn't help but want to touch the gun of Platoon Commander Wang.

The soldier said, "Rare your gun, I want to see it." ”

"There are bullets in the gun, what if it goes off and hurts someone?" Platoon Commander Wang didn't show him.

"When we shoot guns, we won't let us kill them with our fists, will we?" Someone asked in the dark.

Recruits enter the military service, and in the local area are basic cohort training. It is only when it is assigned to the troops that it is trained in individual soldier tactics, and it is only when it has basically mastered the individual soldier technology that it is used in weapon training and application. This time, the front line urgently needs literate soldiers to enrich the combat troops. They were on the same train as the troops heading to the front, with recruits, veterans, and students.

The train went on for a day and stopped in the evening. The recruits were ordered to get out of the car and replaced with heavily loaded fighters. Liang Guocheng was a cultural soldier and was placed in a primary school. The next day, each person was issued an old-fashioned rifle and began to lie down and not prostrate and other individual tactics. What excites them the most is that they shoot once a week, and two weeks later the order comes. It turned out that all the weapons were handed over and replaced with Soviet-style weapons. And immediately the whole team, from the new to the station.

"Is this time to enter the court?" Liang Guocheng was excited.

"I don't know." Platoon Commander Wang replied.

"How far is this from North Korea?"

"How many days will it take?

The big guy was very excited, and asked Platoon Commander Wang gossiping. Platoon Commander Wang was nervous at this time. He was sent back by the army to receive the troops, and he knew that our country did not have air supremacy. U.S. planes are the target of the bombing of the DPRK as they are carrying out the work of its trains and automobiles in the airspace over the DPRK. The lack of food and clothing for the front-line soldiers was caused by the enemy's bombing. There was a whistle outside, someone shouting for work, followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps, the sound of "clang, clang" closing the carriage door. There was a long whistle and the train started. The train left the station, like a wild horse that had broken out, rushing all the way. Liang Guocheng sat in the carriage, feeling very cold, and poured wind into it. He touched the walls of the carriage and felt a few crevices from which the wind was pouring in. He stood up and wanted to tell Platoon Commander Wang to think of a way, but he felt that there was nothing he could do about the train driving. He sat down again, and as soon as he calmed down, he thought about Xiaoyu so much, he could imagine the anxiety that Xiaoyu couldn't receive his letter. He didn't want Xiaoyu to worry about him, and he didn't want Xiaoyu to be anxious, so he wanted to write a letter to Xiaoyu in the dark, and he would have the opportunity to send it tomorrow. He took out a letter pen from his satchel and tried to write a letter in the dark. After writing a few words, the train turned around and pulled the paper with a pen, and then took out the paper and tore it again. I couldn't write the letter, so I had to wait until tomorrow, when the car stopped, to find a way.

"If you want to sleep, you can open your backpack and cover the quilt to sleep." It was the voice of Platoon Commander Wang.

"How can you sleep when it's so cold?" I don't know who said it in the dark.

There was silence in the carriage, except for the rattling and clattering sound of the wheels outside the car running over the joints of the rails. Liang Guocheng leaned his head on the carriage board, closed his eyes, and fell asleep in a daze. When he was woken up by the noise outside, the train had stopped, and someone outside opened the door and said to Platoon Commander Wang: "Let the soldiers get off the train, go to the toilet, and then eat." Tell everyone not to mess around, remember that you are a few carriages, and don't be unable to find them when you gather, and crash into them. Liang Guocheng stood at the door of the carriage, and he saw that this was not a station, but an open space next to the railway, and there were several large cauldrons supporting in the open space, and some soldiers in military uniforms like them were busy. Because it is not a station, there is no platform, and the bottom of the carriage is more than a meter high above the ground; He was tall, and he was the first to jump down, and the platoon leader Wang followed, and the two of them took the people in the car one by one. Platoon Commander Wang told them to stay still, and he turned around and went to ask for instructions. Liang Guocheng hurriedly wrote a letter to Xiaoyu, and wrote the reason why he didn't write a letter yesterday and his thoughts about her., and when Platoon Commander Wang came back, his letter was finished, but there was no post office here, so he couldn't post it, so he had to put it in his satchel again. He took them to the back of the car, to the makeshift toilet; The toilets were open and smelly. Then take them to the eating place, the meal is hearty, noodles, rice, steamed buns, you can eat according to your taste habits. Liang Guocheng was not thinking about eating, he couldn't tolerate Xiaoyu's eyes looking forward to his letter, he wanted Xiaoyu to know that he had left the residence, at least it was safe. He thought of the soldiers who were cooking, and he was close to them, and finally found a fellow from Shanxi. The fellow was a little embarrassed, and I didn't know if the superior allowed him to bring a letter. Liang Guocheng was close to him, and in the end, the fellow was ruthless, agreed, looked at it and saw that no one paid attention, and asked him to quietly put the letter in his pocket.

After eating, they were told to rest in place and were not allowed to leave, and when the train would leave, waiting for the notice. Some of the recruits and soldiers sat on the tracks, and some were half-lying down at random, chatting and gossiping. Liang Guocheng didn't have the heart to chat, he got into the carriage, sat at the door of the carriage, his legs pulled outside at will, looking at the white clouds in the sky, thinking about the light rain. Since he and Xiaoyu fell in love, they have met almost every day, and after they meet, they only hate the time that flies. It's only been a month since we were apart, and it feels like a few years have passed, and I've never missed Xiaoyu like I do now. His mind is now full of Xiaoyu's beautiful smile, beautiful black hair, light steps, and gentle personality, which flashed in his mind one by one.

After lunch, everyone got on the train, and the train left. Driving during the day, Liang Guocheng figured out the direction and walked in the northeast direction. The further the train goes, the colder it gets in the carriages. Someone suggested that everyone sing together, but Platoon Commander Wang stopped him. Whoever can't stand the cold, stands up and walks around, stomps his feet.

The train stopped and went for three days, stopping and hanging up a few times in between. This morning arrived at the border between China and North Korea and stopped.