"Head Cui has other tasks and stays for the time being."

The telegram from the division headquarters disappointed Li Pinghe and I.

Still have a task? What other tasks can they have when they all return home? I couldn't help but look at the telegram and be stunned.

"Little Leader!" Li Pinghe said helplessly: "Then I will"

"Let's go!" I nodded: "Say hello to my uncle on my behalf, and visit him when I have time."

"Little definitely!" Li Pinghe shook my hand again, saluted me, turned around and walked out of the room.

"Captain!"

Hu Biao, Li Guoqiang and others also packed up and came to say goodbye to me.

"What are you doing here? Don't get there yet? I urged, "Hurry up!" Go back and take a good look at your family, the filial piety that should be filial, the push and pay that should be pushed, all arranged for me! Don't treat them badly."

"Yes!" The soldiers answered, saluted me in unison, turned and ran towards the car.

Looking at the backs of the soldiers leaving, I suddenly felt a little empty in my heart, and now there is no one left with me except for the main cadres of the regiment headquarters and a small number of soldiers in the guard company. But my heart is empty not because of this.

From the first day I came to this decade. I've always lived a life of tension, thrill, and excitement. In addition to eating and sleeping every day, it is a march to fight, and all I think about in my head all day is the battle plan, killing people, and capturing positions. Now that I've suddenly come to such a peaceful world, I always feel that something is missing.

Yes, it seems to have become aimless, and there is a little bit of nothing to do.

This is not? Now I have nothing to do. All you can do seems to be waiting. I'm waiting for Master Pang to come, waiting for him to assign me a new task.

What is the new mission?

Fortunately, I don't have any relatives in this era, and I have no plans to go home to visit my relatives, otherwise I would have arranged a task for me as soon as I came back, and this Master Pang would not let me die of resentment!

The base where Xie Changbin is located is obviously a transit point for the volunteers to return to China, and all the troops returning from North Korea must first settle down here and rest here for a while before going their separate ways. The soldiers can get adequate rest and supplies here, the wounded and sick can also be treated relatively well here, and the wounded and sick who are not suitable for long-distance travel can stay here to recuperate. That's why when I first came, I saw a lot of soldiers and wounded and sick in the medical team.

Because the troops of the volunteer soldiers are very large, for example, this time, we have more than 100,000 troops withdrawn from the front line. So many troops if they were withdrawn at the same time. That's something that no one base can hold. That's why we are returning to China in batches like this. How to evacuate for a short time after returning home.

In the few days I was waiting for Commander Pang at the base, I watched batch after batch of volunteer soldiers come down and then leave in batches.

Maybe it's because I rescued a lot of material things in Sandeng, so Xie Changbin took good care of us. We lived and ate better than the soldiers who had just come down from the battlefield. Even our uniforms were given two new ones each. In Xie Changbin's words, it is one set to wear on the body and one set to change and wash.

Think about the time when they were on the front line, most of the soldiers' uniforms were torn and mended, mended and torn. And we can enjoy such special care, and we will feel a little embarrassed. But that's not easy to say. Xie Changbin is also well-intentioned, if I refuse or say it. To some extent, I will accuse him of using his position to open a convenient 'door' for me. So I pretended to be stupid, anyway, in this rear, it is not so difficult to get these supplies.

However, I waited and waited, but I never saw the shadow of Master Pang, and even the comrades of the Worm Regiment came down, I asked their head Wang Weicheng, and said that I didn't know where the division commander was, only that he had returned to China first.

This makes me even more strange if there is a task assigned to me that is inconvenient to say in the telegram. When I returned to China and passed through here, by the way, I just said no, and let me wait here, what kind of task is this? It's so mysterious! When I think of this, I can't help but wonder more and more.

In the first few days, I would still think, watch, and look forward to Master Pang coming, but I didn't come up with a reason after thinking about it, and then I didn't want to. Anyway, the dark path eats and sleeps well here, and there is no need to worry about dying at any time, compared to the battlefield, it looks like a fairy-like day.

It would be better if I could stay here a little longer and not have any more Rausch tasks.

So I was hoping that Master Pang would come back later.

But the so-called intentional planting of 'flowers' and 'flowers' can't be achieved, and there is no intention of 'planting' willows and willows, just when I still want to settle down and enjoy more here, Master Pang will come",

On this day, I had lunch on the Internet, and I was lazily in front of Liu Shunyi and a few people in front of the open space, leisurely 'smoking' cigarettes while comfortably basking in the sun. Everyone says that a cigarette after a meal is as happy as a fairy! At this time, Erjiang will meet the people to see how true the words are, and it seems that there is nothing to hope for if we can 'smoke' a cigarette like this.

But just as I was squinting and taking a nap, I suddenly heard a brake sound in my ears. When I opened my eyes, I saw that four jeeps had stopped in front of us with a cloud of smoke and dust.

'Yo!' It's very comfortable! "As soon as the car 'door' opened. I saw the figure of Master Pang. Shida... 8 than... A different experience for making a book!

"Divisional Commander!" Our group hurriedly stood up.

"What are you doing when you sit down and stand up? Isn't it 'nice' to bask in the sun? Master Pang walked in front of us with a smile, and did the same, sitting on the back chair, cocking Erlang's 'legs' to bask in the sun.

"Little Master, smoke!" Seeing Master Pang like this, we didn't see any more, sat down again, and Liu Shunyi even threw away an American cigarette for the division commander.

"Division commander, these comrades are small." Liu Shunyi looked at the direction of the jeep and was suspicious.

Only then did I notice that it was not only his guards who got out of the car with Master Pang, but also several volunteer soldiers. Take a look. I can understand why Liu Shunyi asked that. Although these soldiers were also wearing clean and neat military uniforms, most of them were wounded or had an empty sleeve. Either it's a pillar crutch technique,,

"Small! These are the combat heroes of our army." Master Pang naturally stood up and greeted him. He helped the crutche-wielding warrior over and sat down in a chair.

While walking, he blamed: "Lao Chen, didn't you ask you to wait and get off again?" There are orderlies! ”

。 Division Commander". The soldier known as the old formation put his crutches aside and pretended to be relaxed: "If we even have to take the orderly soldiers with us to get off the car, won't we all become wasters?" ”

"That's right, Commander!" Another one-armed soldier replied as he walked, "I think you'd better send those orderlies elsewhere." We don't need to be waited, what do you think it looks like?

That's when we reacted and stood up one after another to give up our seats to these battle heroes. Liu Shunyi's eyes are sharp. At a glance, I saw that there was a guide 'stick' wearing sunglasses behind him, and he hurriedly greeted him and helped him.

When everyone sat down on the chairs, Master Pang introduced to us: "Let me introduce to my comrades, these are the heroes of our army, and I am too late to pick them up!" This is Chen Zhongyuan, who was wounded in the Fifth Battle, this is Hai Haigan, and An Hongyuan and Wang Guangzhu were all wounded in the summer and autumn defensive wars. They made many outstanding contributions to the Korean War because of their bravery on the battlefield."

"Alas! What can we call a contribution?" Chen Zhongyuan, who lost a 'leg', seemed to remember something. He said solemnly: "Compared with those comrades who sacrificed, what are we?

"yes!" It was Wang Guangzhu who was wearing sunglasses, and he continued: "Lao Chen is right! Killing a few enemies like ours and getting wounded more often on the battlefield. Commander Pang, it's not that you don't know the tradition of our volunteer army in terms of meritorious service. That is, the living let the dead let the good let the wounded. Cadres let the fighters. Organs let the troops. Although a few of us are second-class merits, we know in our hearts that there are too many people with greater merit than us, if we really evaluate it, when will it be our turn! ”

Listening to me, I couldn't help but be moved in my heart, what Wang Guangzhu said was indeed the truth, and there was indeed this tradition in the army of this era, that is, to give credit to the dead and wounded. This is not some hardware regulation from the superiors, but a tradition that has formed spontaneously among the fighters. It is precisely because of this that most of the people who have made meritorious contributions are either dead or injured. This can be regarded as a kind of care for the wounded comrades-in-arms and a kind of compassion for the sacrificed comrades!

But this does not mean that the heroes in front of me are credited by others, nor does it mean that they are selling their reputations. The fact is that the evaluation of combat merits by the volunteer army units has always been that "strictly administering the army" is a high standard and strict requirement. The report is first-class merit, and the approved is second-class merit.

It is said that the super-hero Huang Jiguang was a first-class hero when he reported it at that time, and the first-class merit was approved by his superiors, but Huang Jiguang's comrades-in-arms did not agree, and jointly wrote a blood letter to his superiors, and finally approved the superhero in the end.

There are nearly one million volunteers who fought on the battlefield to resist US aggression and aid Korea, but only Huang Jiguang and Yang Gensi can approve the special heroes. There are only 46 first-class heroes and special meritorious heroes, so one can imagine what kind of high standard the volunteers have in the evaluation of their combat exploits.

So I also know in my heart that these heroes in front of me don't have some combat exploits. That's a no-brainer.

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