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I got up early the next morning, rented a tricycle, and rushed to Wanxian Railway Station from Quyang, a hundred miles away.

Why? Are they relatives?

No.

When the reconnaissance company to which this soldier belonged was stationed in the Quyang area for training, he lived in this uncle's house.

The uncle's son goes out to work all the year round, and the soldiers care and take care of him like a son.

Carrying water, chopping wood, cooking, and haircuts, all of us who are soldiers can do it.

The uncle's one-year-old grandson had a malignant tumor and had no money to treat the disease, so in this critical situation, he personally drove the little grandson to the hospital in Baoshi, and scraped together some money with his comrades, paid the deposit for hospitalization, and saved the life of the little grandson.

The uncle arrived just as the soldiers were about to board the bus.

The uncle grabbed his hand tightly and said, "Son, we will never forget your kindness to me and my family. On behalf of my family, I wish you many victories, and you must come back safely. The front line is dangerous and the conditions are poor, so you must pay attention to safety! ”

Obviously, the uncle regarded him as his own son, and he inevitably told him.

The soldier smiled: "Uncle, you should also pay more attention to your body, and when I come back, I will go to your house to carry water, chop wood, cook and get a haircut." ”

"Okay, okay." The uncle nodded again and again.

As the No. 001 commentator, Wang Liang watched the performances of the actors on the stage from the sidelines, and felt very uncomfortable.

Looking at the veterans who participated in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam, tears have begun to roll in their eyes.

Veterans may already know who that 'he' is.

Time passed quickly, and it was December 25, 1986.

The 114th Division Reconnaissance Brigade Special Investigation Company Headquarters of the 4th Special Reconnaissance Company, the combat meeting was held.

On the stage, there is the original presentation.

"According to the intelligence services, the enemy stationed in Great Black Mountain has about a squad of troops, and every day at about 9 a.m., an enemy soldier on the position goes to a pool 100 meters away from their position to fetch water. The field survey has been completed, and we are determined to carry out an ambush and capture operation. Hirayama, can you give us an introduction to the situation and mission assignment? ”

"Yes, Captain."

Pingshan, whose full name is Fu Pingshan, is the prototype of Chief of Staff of Fang Jun in "Special Forces".

He was also the soldier who said goodbye to his wife affectionately at the Wanxian Railway Station in Ji Province three months ago, and cherished his uncle with his uncle.

Fu Pingshan: "The members of the command group include Deputy Captain Li and two guards, and the fire team, Zhang Yuzhu, Su Luo, Liu Yufeng, and Wang Aiqing...... Response group, Du Wei, Wang Jianliang, Yuan Jianmin...... I'm in charge of the capture team......"

First of all, Fu Pingshan carried out the personnel grouping, the capture group, the command group, the firepower group, and the response group, and the division of labor was clear.

As a reconnaissance staff officer, this is his specialty and specialty.

The personnel participating in the battle are determined, the combat group is completed, the division of tasks among the groups is clarified, the fighting methods are studied, and various contingency plans are formulated.

It was already late at night after the combat meeting, and Fu Pingshan returned to his tent and asked the guards to call Li Shouming, the leader of the cooking squad.

Li Shouming: "Chief, are you looking for me?" ”

"Squad Leader Li, what will be the day in a few days, do you remember?" Fu Pingshan smiled and asked.

"In a few days, it will be New Year's Day in a few days." Li Shouming scratched his head and thought about it, he was about to enter 1987.

Fu Pingshan shook his head, smiled without saying a word, dragged out a cardboard box from under his marching bed, and put it in front of Li Shouming.

"Chief, what is this?" Li Shouming was confused.

"Open it and take a look." Fu Ping Mountain Road.

"Huh."

Li Shouming, the leader of the cooking squad, opened the carton with questions, only to see that there were canned meat and malt milk essence inside, all of which were nutritious products.

What is malt cream?

Like the names of the martyrs, it has been obliterated by the long river of the times.

Malt milk essence was born in the thirties of the last century, with milk powder, condensed milk, wheat bran, cocoa powder as the main body, adding egg powder, cream, vitamins and other ingredients, through vacuum or spray drying made of an instant milk-containing beverage.

In the past, they were given to each other as precious gifts.

In the eighties of the twentieth century, malt milk essence was still a luxury drink among ordinary people, and the price was not affordable.

It's not a daily consumable that the average person can afford.

"I said squad leader Li, how did you become a husband, your wife is about to give birth to a child, and you have forgotten such a happy event? Do you still want to be a dad? After Fu Pingshan 'criticized' Li Shouming, he said: "You take the time to go to the post office and send these things home, and then write a letter, you don't need me to teach you what to write." ”

"Chief." Li Shouming looked at Fu Pingshan, and his tears were about to fall if he couldn't hold back.

The nutritional products were all purchased by Fu Pingshan with his own allowance, and he didn't do this kind of thing once or twice.

Just like Wang Hongge at the party, thirty years later, he learned that it was Wang Liang who sent the life-saving money to their family.

During the war years, there were so many such things that they were not worth mentioning.

The scene on the stage changed again, and the time came late at night the next day.

The big black mountain on the border of southern Xinjiang has a deep night and is terrifyingly quiet.

The operation, codenamed 403, officially began.

Whispered submachine guns, Type 79 light submachine guns, whispered pistols, 54 pistols, 82 grenades, and special food ...... for scouts

"If I can't come back this time, I must take out this month's salary as my last party fee to the organization." Fu Pingshan told his comrades-in-arms as usual before carrying out the mission.

The last party fee, to the ears of people now, may be funny and scoff.

But at that time, this was just the most simple idea in the hearts of revolutionary soldiers.

In order to truly restore the scene at that time, the props team can be said to have put a lot of effort into it.

Boarding the car, on the war readiness road in the southwest of the Republic, several military jeeps carrying scouts approached their destination.

The jeep has fog lights on, and even then it is no match for darkness and fog, and if the driver is not already familiar with the road, he will definitely get lost in this dark night.

The car sped away, and the wind blew through the camouflage net on the young scout's face, bringing a chill to it.

It's quiet, and no one takes the initiative to break the calm.

They don't know what awaits them.

Going deep behind enemy lines, death is not far from them.

An hour later, the convoy arrived at the defensive positions of the border company, and the military vehicles were parked under the cliffs on the side of the road.

The scouts jumped out of the car, dressed and gear briefly, and plunged headlong into the mountains.

On the border of southern Xinjiang, the mountains are steep, overgrown with shrubs and weeds, and mines are dense, and sometimes it takes a step forward at the cost of lives.

Fu Pingshan and the engineer platoon commander were at the forefront, responsible for opening a passage for the comrades.