0116 There is no war, for the sake of the masses of the people fell in the era of peace

June 1.

On this day, the clouds were overcast and the sky was muffled.

In front of the trenches, the demining officers and men repeatedly searched and cleared, but no mines or explosives were found from beginning to end.

In the eyes of others, this is a great thing.

Isn't it bad to have no thunder?

But in the eyes of professional deminers, it means that the danger is a little deeper.

According to the common sense of mine-laying, the area around the trench should be buried with mines.

Just because they haven't been found doesn't mean they don't have mines.

Rather, it means that the danger is hidden deeper.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Cheng Junhui, who had the highest level of business, made a move.

I saw him observe back and forth for a while, then he picked up a sapper shovel and shoveled it on the ground, and then used a mine detector to probe the pit, and a mine that had been buried deep in the sand and had been tilted was exposed.

"Good!" The comrades-in-arms applauded.

In their eyes, Cheng Junhui is an expert in mine sweeping.

It's reassuring to have him here.

June 4th.

After the pouring rain, before the road dried, Cheng Junhui and his comrades-in-arms entered the minefield shrouded in the breath of death again and began their work.

Cheng Junhui stared at the steep cliff in front of the mountain for a while, and took the initiative to ask: "Squad leader, today I will go up the mountain from the front, and everyone will outflank you from the side!" ”

After the rain, going up the mountain head-on is the hardest and most dangerous.

That's how he chose, keeping the danger to himself.

After speaking, Cheng Junhui was fully armed and walked towards the steep cliff with the highest difficulty in searching.

"At that time, the ground was still very slippery and dangerous, and I thought that Cheng Junhui was the backbone of the mine-clearing training, and his results in all training subjects were among the best, and he was also experienced in mine clearance, so I agreed to let him go. If I knew...... I said I wouldn't let him go! I'd rather die for me! ”

Afterwards, Cheng Junhui's squad leader recalled the situation that day and cried silently.

The weather in Yun Province was like this, the day before yesterday there was heavy rain, and the next day the hot sun came out, although the sun scorched the earth, the ground was still slippery, and the bare stones made people dizzy under the reflection of the sun.

Half past six in the afternoon.

The students have come home from school, and the adults are getting ready to cook after work, enjoying the rare coziness after a long day of work.

Life is beautiful.

And at the same time, our PLA fighters are still busy, they are fighting for their lives.

When Cheng Junhui was halfway up the mountain, suddenly, the mine detector in his hand sounded an alarm.

There are mines!

Cheng Junhui reminded his comrades-in-arms who were more than ten meters away from him: "I will remove the fuse that trips and thunders found here, and you retreat to fifteen meters away." ”

"Okay, be careful." The comrade-in-arms admonished.

"Don't worry." Cheng Junhui gave his comrades-in-arms a smile and said that they don't have to worry, they can do it.

Then he returned to his usual seriousness and went to dismantle the mine.

Just as Cheng Junhui was holding his breath and concentrating on the fuse, an accident suddenly happened.

Because it had just rained, a big stone under his feet suddenly collapsed, and Cheng Junhui fell to the bottom of the valley more than 30 meters deep at once.

The squad leader and his comrades-in-arms hurriedly ran down the mountain to save people, only to see Cheng Junhui lying in a thorn, blood flowing from the wound between his eyebrows, and he had fallen into a coma.

"Deputy squad leader?!"

"Junhui? Can you hear me? ”

"Don't sleep! Don't sleep! ”

"Wake up, Lao Cheng, I still owe you four thousand yuan!"

No matter how his comrades-in-arms shouted, Cheng Junhui did not respond.

In his hand, he still held the mine fuse that had just been dismantled.

Cheng Junhui was carried into the car by his comrades-in-arms, and the military doctor of the team gave him first aid.

His comrades-in-arms first sent him from the minefield to the town's health center, but because of the severity of his injuries, the town health center could not handle it, so he had to be transferred to the county people's hospital 70 kilometers away.

The ambulance was speeding on the road, racing against life, but Cheng Junhui's life passed faster.

At 22 o'clock in the evening, Cheng Junhui was declared dead due to severe head injury.

Nineteen days ago, he had just celebrated his twenty-second birthday.

And today, his life is forever fixed at the age of twenty-two.

Cheng Junhui's sacrifice means that a young name has been added to the heroic model of the Republic's border minesweeper.

On the list of martyrs of the Republic, there is another shining name.

Comment section.

"The country has lost a good talent, and my parents have lost a good son, and I am very distressed."

"Sad, please take care of the parents of the martyrs."

"Heroes go well, and the 1.3 billion Chinese people will remember your name."

"Salute to the minesweeping heroes, may the souls of the martyrs rest in peace, and your unfinished tasks will be completed by future generations for you."

"There are many soldiers who die on the nameless front every year, and our Chinese soldiers will always be the loveliest people."

"Our army has never lacked bloody men, salute you and learn from you!"

"Comrades-in-arms, fellow sappers, perennial partners with mines, explosives, and blasters, you have added luster to our sappers, and your heroic spirit is with the mountains and rivers!"

Wang Liang said: "Demining not only has to face the threat of death at all times, but also has to endure hard work that is difficult for ordinary people to experience. Several of the mine-clearing areas along the border have a typical subtropical climate, with only two seasons of rain and drought, and the sun is scorching, and the days are long. ”

"I went to the place where the martyr Cheng Junhui fought. The hot weather there can reach 40 degrees Celsius, and even if you don't move in the shade of a large tree, you will still sweat like rain. And it is in such a situation that our minesweepers have to wear airtight protective clothing and work intensively in minefields. ”

"Not only that, but poisonous snakes, ants, centipedes and other poisons are also constantly harassing the minesweepers. Working in such an extreme environment is highly dehydrated and requires constant hydration. Because of the large amount of equipment they carry, our soldiers can often only carry a single water bottle, where is this little water enough to drink? ”

Seeing that Wang Liang was in a very depressed mood, his face was full of exhaustion, and the major on the side hurriedly said: "I used to be a member of the minesweeping team and Comrade Cheng Junhui's comrade-in-arms before his death, so let me talk about Cheng Junhui in my eyes." ”

Soldier Wang Hong fainted from heat stroke while working in a minefield, and Cheng Junhui left his water bottle to Wang Hong, and he continued to work alone in the high temperature.

When the soldiers sent Wang Hong down the mountain and returned to the operation site with a water bottle full of water, they found Cheng Junhui nearly collapsed, his lips white, and he was munching on grass roots and leaves to draw water.

Cheng Junhui is not only thirst-resistant, but also a good weight-bearer.

In the mountainous area, there is no more difficult task than transporting mine-sweeping blasters.