Under the command of the ground crew, the "Peace" super fighter stumbled and landed on the tarmac of the Huangsha Base, the headquarters of our army's mechanized elite troops, located in the hinterland of the Taklamakan Desert. At this time, fire trucks and ambulances were already assembled around the runway, and as soon as the super fighter plane came to a stop, ground crews immediately swarmed over. The fighters assisted the ambulance crews in carrying the wounded fighters out of the cabin on stretchers. Firefighters stand on a raised ladder and hold a carbon dioxide fire extinguisher to extinguish the fire at the damaged top of the machine.

We were greeted by our old comrades-in-arms, dressed in sand-yellow camouflage uniforms, all with familiar faces. The comrades-in-arms, who had been separated from each other several times, hugged each other and slapped each other's backs vigorously as soon as they met. The warriors who escaped from the hands of death could not say a word of excitement when they saw their old comrades, and the trembling lips and falling tears represented everything. At this time, there was no unrealistic condolence, no laughter of reunion, and no way to greet him.

In the face of the most sincere hugs from my comrades-in-arms, I felt a lot of shame in my heart, because we failed to succeed and win this mission, and because of this mission, we lost several good comrades-in-arms who have been with us for many years.

In the crowd, there was an old man dressed in simple clothes, it was Aunt Liu, who, after squeezing past the sand yellow camouflage uniforms, came to the super fighter and shouted in a hoarse voice: "My child! You're back! My dear children! Aunt Liu's old voice calling for her children echoed in the ears of the soldiers who had just disembarked from the plane, "My children, you have suffered! It's good to be back, it's good to be back! ......” Colonel Tariq and Shen Guojian, who were at the forefront, accepted Aunt Liu's hug and caressing, and the two steel men were already in tears at this time. Seeing all this, I suddenly felt in my heart that in wartime, to be able to receive my mother's embrace would be the most satisfying, proud, and highest reward for a soldier. From this embrace of their mother, the soldiers who swore allegiance to the motherland could feel the motherland's love for them and the people's care for them. This is a supreme honor. Soldiers who have been on the battlefield for a long time and have lived and died know in their hearts that they don't really need any rewards or honors, they just need the motherland's care for them and the masses' trust in them, and this warm hug is actually enough. Being able to accept the warm embrace of "mother" is a kind of high hope and the most satisfactory answer to the responsibility that the motherland shoulders on its shoulders. Even though they are not their biological flesh and blood and biological mothers, the meaning of the word "mother" has become broader when the feelings of missing their hometown and serving the motherland are intertwined. The soldiers who shouldered the most sacred mission of "defending the homeland and defending the country" never left a single tear of weakness even though they shed blood and sweat on the battlefield, and even sacrificed their lives. However, in his mother's simplest hug and greeting, even if he is a majestic and ambitious, ambitious, and death-defying iron warrior, the god of war, he can't help but shed weak tears. Because, in front of the great motherland and the great mother, no matter how many deaths the warriors have experienced, they will feel that they are still like an ignorant little doll, who have experienced all kinds of hardships and unimaginable hardships, returned to their harmonious and peaceful hometown, and reunited with their relatives. Shen Guojian and Tariq choked up and cried like a doll who had been greatly wronged at this time. The soldiers around also took advantage of the scenery to feel affection, and they couldn't help but sobbed when they thought of their relatives and mothers in their hometown who had been separated for a long time. The majestic and tall bodies of the warriors looked very small and delicate at this time, as if only the "mother" could soothe the pain in their hearts.

Long.

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Aunt Liu turned around and looked at me in front of her, her face full of wrinkles of the vicissitudes of time trembled with excitement, and Panzi's anxious eyes had been drowned in the muddy tears. "Mom!" I hugged Aunt Liu, "Mom! I am back! ”

"Good boy! It's good to be back! It's good to be back! ......" Aunt Liu gently patted my shoulder with his gentle hands, comforting my fragile heart. I felt the warmest caress in my mother's arms and breathed in my mother's kind breath. In my mother's arms, I felt that it was a great honor to be able to give dedication and sacrifice for my country, and this simple embrace inspired me to have a stronger sense of patriotism. At this moment, I suddenly felt that everything had become so light, like an unweaned baby lying in its mother's arms and sleeping peacefully. At this time, there is no worry, no danger, no scruples, no worries. No matter how harsh the environment is, in the arms of my mother, it is the safest and happiest world.

I tried not to cry out loud, but I couldn't control my trembling sobs in the excitement, and the tears fell onto my mother's shoulders. "Good boy, be strong! As the People's Liberation Army, you must be strong! I can't be weak," Aunt Liu wiped away my tears with her calloused hands and comforted: "Yun'er, it's good that you can come back safely!" Come, good boy, don't cry, be strong, ah! ”

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In the cabin of the "Peace" super fighter, the comrades-in-arms had already decorated the body of Comrade Huangya. Amid the mournful music, a coffin covered with a national flag was slowly lifted. Comrade Huang Ya closed his eyes with a smile on his face and left, leaving the motherland to which he had sworn allegiance, and leaving his most sincere comrades-in-arms. He left, with his patriotic and patriotic blood......

"Comrade Liu Yun, you are injured, I will take you to hurry up for treatment!" My comrade-in-arms Xiao Wang urged beside me: "There is a military vehicle outside the runway, your injuries need to be treated immediately!" ”

I looked at Comrade Huangya's coffin, and my grief had already covered the pain of the wound: "No, I'm fine, I want to personally send Comrade Huangya on his last journey." Dressed in bulletproof spacesuits, several of us soldiers accompanied Comrade Huangya's body and accompanied him through the last leg of his life's military career. White chrysanthemums were scattered in front of his smiling face, baring his big yellow teeth. "Lao Huang! Go all the way......" Luo Xiaoming looked up to the sky and let out a long mourning, and the coffin team slowly walked forward.

"What's going on? O my child! In the crowd, Aunt Liu's crying heart-rending tears shed our tears again, "I know this child, when I saw him before, this young man was still alive, why did he suddenly leave now?" ...... It's a terrible life! Oh my child! ...... It's really a white-haired person sending a black-haired person......" It's not that we are hard-hearted soldiers, but as soldiers, we are always ready to face death. In the face of the departure of our comrade-in-arms, all we can do is pray silently for him. All this is caused by war, but the only way to extinguish the flame of death is to fight. But for peace to come, more death, more blood must be spilled, and more lives must be sacrificed. I was able to face it all and I was at peace with myself. The memorial service for the remains of the comrades-in-arms was set up in a makeshift tent. The farewell ceremony here is extremely simple, probably because of the tight front. The comrades-in-arms all came with a heavy heart to salute and bid farewell to the fallen comrades one by one. Here we met Marshal Lin Yiyang. Comrade Huangya's body will be cremated at a later date, and at present, the troops will arrange for those of us who have returned from the battlefield to rest for a few days, and then make arrangements.

In this newly built headquarters of a mechanized elite unit, there are only all kinds of combat equipment and combat readiness organs, and there is no suitable place for the comrades who have died to rest, and the leaders of the military department are discussing how to bury the comrades who have been killed. But it will take a few days, during which comrades who have learned that some of their comrades have died can have time to come and mourn.

After the memorial service was completed that day, the comrades-in-arms had all left one after another, leaving only Marshal Lin and me, Luo Xiaoming, Tariq and Shen Guojian. We knew in our hearts that the old chief wanted to comfort us, but we, who had made a mess of the task, never had the courage to raise our heads to face the kind and kind face of the old chief. "Chief's ......" "Comrades, you have worked hard, it is not easy for us to achieve today's results, it is you who have won this honor for us at the front," the old marshal told us calmly. "Chief," I whispered, taking a few steps forward with my head down, "however, we lost this mission...... "I want to confess my mistakes frankly, because I am the commander-in-chief of the entire operation at the front. I barely had the courage to say what I said again. "Lose? No, kids, you didn't lose! It can be said that we have not lost, because this war has not yet lasted to the end, the victory or defeat has not yet been known, do not be depressed, we have a strategic opportunity! The old marshal encouraged. Several of us in sand-yellow camouflage uniforms, all with colorful faces and ashamed faces, stood in front of our leaders and the bodies of our fallen comrades. Thinking of the country's high hopes for us and the failure of this operation, I stood there very uncomfortable, and my godless eyes turned around to avoid the gaze of the old chief.

The old chief was walking in front of us, and everyone immediately reflexively stood in formation. "I am announcing that as of today, the mission, codenamed 'Peace Mission', will be cancelled and the Action Group will be disbanded with immediate effect." We looked at the old chief's resentful but amiable eyes, and we couldn't help but feel a sense of humiliation of being defeated. "Chief! We are confident that we will win this war! Please trust us in the party and the country and give us another chance! "I swear to myself that if I fail in any of my future attempts, I will never come back alive. "Kids, I know your strong beliefs, but now there's something more important to do!" The old chief seemed to be trying to replace the greeting that he had not had time to soothe us with a tactful topic, but this made us extremely ashamed.

Tariq was about to say something, but was stopped by a hand that the old chief had turned away and stretched out. Looking at the old chief's old back, everyone felt a burst of loss and grief in their hearts. Operation Peace Mission was cancelled and we were disbanded. What is the difference between us and unemployed workers? Wearing this military uniform, what qualifications do we have to say that we are the People's Liberation Army? Colonel Tariq walked with heavy steps to the spirit of Comrade Yellow Fang, solemnly saluted a military salute, and then took off a medal from his chest and placed it neatly in front of Comrade Yellow Fang's posthumous photo, "Comrade Yellow Fang's spirit is worthy of our learning, his bravery and resourcefulness are our immortal example, he is worthy of this medal and such honors......"