0163 Write a magnificent song of life with life

Li Xiangqun endured the severe pain, swam hard, and after some exploration, he finally found the exact location of the seepage of the gate.

And seal it with sandbags.

After going ashore, the company commander saw that Li Xiangqun's feet were bleeding and couldn't stop bleeding, so he hurriedly called a hygienist to bandage him.

Company commander: "Come over two people, help Xiang Qun down to rest." ”

Li Xiangqun was willing to agree: "No, company commander, I'm fine, I can continue to participate in the battle." ”

yes, the battle continues.

There were constant reports of danger all over the embankment, how could he allow himself to be a deserter at this time?

Li Xiangqun and his comrades-in-arms are busy, this is the position, there is a powerful enemy in front of them, and behind them is the motherland and the people, and they must not take a step back!

The next day, because of his outstanding performance in flood fighting and rescue, the party branch decided that Li Xiangqun would become a party member.

On August 16, the sixth flood peak of the Yangtze River reached Jingjiang.

The water level skyrocketed to forty-five meters!

Li Xiangqun and his comrades-in-arms didn't have time to eat dinner, so they hurried to the Nanping embankment to rush into the rescue.

Until four o'clock in the morning the next day.

A landslide more than 10 meters long suddenly occurred 300 meters south of the operation area of the 9th Company.

The situation was urgent, Li Xiangqun took the lead in jumping into the water, and joined hands with his comrades to build two human walls to protect the embankment.

On the morning of August 17, Li Xiangqun, who had been battling the flood all night, felt dizzy and feverish, and his body was very uncomfortable.

He couldn't bear it, so he secretly found the hygienist and wanted to prescribe some cold medicine.

After taking the body temperature, thirty-nine degrees Celsius, high fever!

Li Xiangqun panicked, and in order to continue to participate in the rescue mission later, he begged the hygienist to keep it secret for him and not to disclose his illness to the instructor who urged him to come to see a doctor.

The hygienist couldn't resist him, so he had to nod his head in agreement.

After taking the fast-acting cold capsules, Li Xiangqun returned to his post.

"Everyone should understand that many times Western medicine treats the symptoms but not the root cause, and can alleviate the disease, but it does not mean that the medicine can cure the disease." Wang Liang said: "Li Xiangqun, who had a splitting headache, still insisted on going to the front line and carrying sandbags to block the pipes. In order to alleviate the pain, he found a rope and wrapped it around his head two or three times......"

Li Xiangqun fought hard under the scorching sun, and finally persevered until the afternoon.

Suddenly, he felt that his head was too heavy to lift, and his feet were fluttering, and he was unsteady on his feet.

I wanted to sit down and rest for a while, but I couldn't use any strength at all, so I fell directly to the ground.

I took my temperature again and had a fever of 40 degrees Celsius.

Company Commander: "Isn't this fucking nonsense?" Hurry up and send this kid to the regimental health team for infusion! ”

Li Xiangqun, who was unconscious, was admitted to the hospital.

On the 18th, a group of pipes was found in the Tianxing embankment section of Nanping Town, Public Security City.

The whistle for the emergency assembly sounded, and the troops pulled.

Li Xiangqun, who was on an infusion, heard the whistle of the gathering, pulled off his infusion set, put on his clothes and ran to the embankment.

When he came to the embankment, there was no nonsense, and he didn't say hello, Li Xiangqun picked up two sandbags and ran.

Covered in pain, he gritted his teeth and insisted, his teeth biting out blood marks on his lips.

Passed out on the embankment again.

Wang Liang: "In this way, the restless Li Xiangqun ran desperately to the embankment as soon as he heard that there was a situation, and he went back and forth three times. In his words: 'When is this coming, how can I lie down, I am in a hurry!' ’”

August 21, 1998, a hazy day.

A section of the embankment collapsed, which caused a 70-meter landslide, and the turbulent river water continued to impact the embankment, and there was a danger of collapse at any time.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, the officers and men of the whole regiment went to the dangerous section of the Nanping embankment to rescue the emergency, some wielding shovels to fill sandbags, and some carrying sandbags on their shoulders.

The busy instructor saw Li Xiangqun's figure.

Instructor: "Li Xiangqun, you go back soon, it's burning to 40 degrees, you don't want to die?" ”

Li Xiangqun: "Instructor, the situation is so urgent, the whole group is on board, and I am lying in the hospital and not sure." ”

"No! You have to go back! Instructor: "What about the first class leader?" Escort him back to me! ”

Squad Leader: "Yes! ”

In this way, Li Xiangqun was sent away.

But within a few minutes, Li Xiangqun appeared on the dam again.

Li Xiangqun insisted on rushing to the rescue despite his illness, and filled the sand and carried the sandbags with his comrades.

Although he was extremely unwell, he still refused to fill in a shovel of sand, carry one less sandbag, and run one less step.

When his comrades-in-arms saw that his face was blue and his lips were purple, they all advised him to rest.

Li Xiangqun squeezed out a smile and said, "I'm fine, it's just a cold, and the sweating is getting better faster." ”

Because of the urgency of the situation, the soldiers on the embankment were very busy, and after a while, they couldn't take care of Li Xiangqun.

At the end of the story, Wang Liang said: "At 11 o'clock in the morning, Li Xiangqun, who was carrying two bags of sandbags, was bleeding from his nostrils, vomited blood in his mouth, and fell directly on the embankment. The comrades-in-arms sent Li Xiangqun to the hospital, and after more than half an hour of rescue, Li Xiangqun slowly opened his eyes. ”

"At this time, Li Xiangqun, whose vital signs were weak, also asked the instructor: 'Is the pipe plugged?' Still slippery or not? Do you have any other tasks at night? The instructor was already in tears: "Xiang Qun, you can treat the disease with peace of mind, the embankment is fine." ’”

"Due to extreme exertion, which led to heart failure and massive hemorrhage in the lungs, Comrade Li Xiangqun died heroically at 10:10 on August 22, 1998, and his life was fixed at the age of 20 years and 64 days."

"The military age is one year and eight months, and the party age is eight days."

Comment section.

"Others pay attention to the length of life, but you choose the width of life, a pure warrior."

"The people of Hubei Province will not forget him!"

"Soldiers in the same year, fighting floods in the same year, saluting heroes who have never met!"

"I don't know who you are, but I know who you're for."

A week later, Comrade Li Xiangqun's memorial service was held. The venue was filled with wreaths, the remains of the martyrs were hung high on the dark blue banners, and the couplets of 'fighting the flood and demons for the people through the ages, and protecting the embankment to dedicate youth and heroic names to live forever' fluttered in the wind. ”

Wang Liang, who was in tears, continued to state the facts.

At the memorial service, Li Xiangqun's parents came, and his father donated 20,000 yuan to the disaster area after handing over the first and last party fee of 2,000 yuan for his son. The only request that the old couple make to the troops is to stay and fight the flood for their son. ”

That's what my father said, and that's what he did.

On the night of August 26, 1998, the seventh flood peak of the Yangtze River erupted.

People saw a hobbling figure carrying a sandbag on TV.

He wears camouflage, but unlike the fighters around him, he has no rank.

That is Li Xiangqun's father, a man in his forties, who carried sandbags and built an embankment with his son's comrades-in-arms.

I fell, struggled to get up, and continued to work.

Not for anything else, just to follow his son's footsteps and get closer to his son.

The old father wanted to understand what his son had experienced in the last days of his life.

At this time, "For Whom" played again.

【Mud wraps all over the trouser legs】

[Sweat soaked through the back of the clothes]

[I don't know who you are]

[But I know who you are for]

【For whom】

【For the autumn harvest】

[For the return of the wild geese in spring]

[Full of enthusiasm to sing youth without regrets]

Who are you, for whom】

[My comrade-in-arms, when will you return]

[Who is the most beautiful, who is the most tired]