0195 Everything will be fine

Within a few days, Huang Honglin pulled a comrade-in-arms with a good relationship, and rode a motorcycle to the Civil Affairs Bureau with the materials of the Four Tigers to apply for the subsistence allowance, wanting to consult.

Unexpectedly, not long after sitting down and talking, a conflict broke out.

The staff saw Huang Honglin coming on a motorcycle through the glass window, and heard him say that he was going to apply for the subsistence allowance, and talked about the policy for a while.

Huang Honglin stated that he was helping a friend, but the staff said they didn't believe it and made disrespectful remarks.

"You can afford to buy a motorcycle, and you can also apply for a subsistence allowance and cheat the country's money, you are too thick-skinned. If everyone were like you, our treasury would not be empty. The explanation was fruitless, and what the staff said was unpleasant.

Huang Honglin was furious all of a sudden, and he had been burning in his heart, 'deceiving the country' and 'thick-skinned', these words were thrown out, which undoubtedly stimulated him fiercely.

Immediately after, the veteran was out of control, completely out of control.

Returning to reality, Huang Honglin, who spoke of this, simply stood up: "At that time, my mind was blank, and I was completely confused, I only remember pointing at the staff member and saying: 'Do you believe that I burned you?!'" The bastard actually said to me, 'Burn it, you burn it, if you burn it, you will go to jail, what does it have to do with me?' I didn't want to live then......"

Huang Honglin ignored the dissuasion of his comrades, ran out, and then rushed into the hall with his motorcycle.

I unplugged the oil pipe, took out the lighter, and lit it without hesitation, and there was no ink at all.

At that time, he muttered: "Burn, burn it!" ”

Everyone was dumbfounded, the staff member just now had his pants peeing, how did he know that that person really dared to burn it!

Burned, gasoline is still not good to burn?

The comrades-in-arms were quick to shoot, and they pulled up the excited Huang Honglin and ran out.

It's going to explode!

With a 'boom', the fire was monstrous.

Exploded.

The sound of the explosion stimulated Huang Honglin, it was too real, this was definitely not a firecracker, this was really an explosion, exactly the same as on the battlefield back then.

The explosion that had been lost for a long time, and the smoke of gunpowder, Huang Honglin had long been unable to tell whether this was reality or a dream.

It was the eighties, and it was Little Eagle.

Huang Honglin entered the battle state, and he yelled at his comrades: "The enemy is coming up, quickly, take the gun and follow me!" Rush me! ”

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"If you are caught, you may have to bear criminal responsibility and ten years in prison. But my good brothers have been helping me. Huang Honglin patted Lin Zhuo, Wang Dong, Feng Xiong and others on the shoulder, and continued: "They jointly asked me to make a psychiatric evaluation report, post-traumatic stress disorder with mental disorder, how fresh." ”

"Anyway, I just remember that it was our company commander who ordered me to blow up that enemy bunker, and I did. When I came to my senses, I didn't know anything. Huang Honglin said.

Later, because of the loss of ability to control his behavior, because he did not hurt anyone, Huang Honglin was exempted from criminal responsibility and only compensated for the economic losses caused by the fire.

Later, he went to other cities to earn a living.

He worked as a security guard, worked on a construction site, worked as a carpenter, and built a railroad in the desert in the northwest.

But because he doesn't fit in with this society, he can't do any job for long.

"I thought about selling that military medal, and there was a boss who paid 200,000 yuan, but I thought about it again, without her, I would have nothing. That medal is not only mine, but also my brothers. In that battle, sixteen of us, none of us could win without any of them. I didn't sell it, I kept it, at least, I still have a military medal. Huang Honglin stroked the military medal that he had been wearing on his chest.

First-class merit is a red line.

There are two red lines for second-class merit.

After a while, Wang Liang asked: "Honglin, if you have the opportunity to come again, back to 1985, will you still join the army?" Would you still choose to join the death squads? Will it be the first to rush to the Xiaojianshan position? ”

Huang Honglin thought for a while: "Yes, no matter how difficult life is, I haven't done anything cheap, I don't steal, I don't rob." Even if life is not satisfactory, I am still Huang Honglin, one of the sixteen warriors. ”

Wang Liang smiled, this was the answer he wanted.

"On our military medals, on our military flags, the light of the martyrs' heroic souls shines. We want peace, we don't want to go to war. But we will never allow anyone to trample on our territory, and it is for this sacred duty that the martyrs gave their precious lives. Comrades, at the time of our triumph, do not forget that we are with the martyrs. Fallen comrades-in-arms, we will always be together. ”

Wang Liang's words come from the classic TV series "Triumph in the Midnight" filmed in the early eighties of the last century against the background of the self-defense and counterattack against Vietnam.

This TV series is not made up, it is filmed on the front line, on the real battlefield.

Because of this, in China at that time, hundreds of millions of people watched the Feitian Award, the Golden Eagle Award, and all the awards related to TV dramas at that time, and it received rave reviews.

Today, this phrase is aptly used here.

Huang Honglin has always been with his sacrificed comrades-in-arms, and he can't forget that so far, he has not come out of the war.

Just like the simple and kind Liu Feng in the movie "Fanghua", from the model pacesetter in the art troupe to the battle hero known to everyone in the whole army, the feast-like bloody war is over, dragging the mutilated body off the battlefield, the shadow of war and the nightmare of life have always pursued him.

The war is over, and the veterans seem a little redundant and in the way.

"Do you want to do it all over again?" Wang Liang asked.

Huang Honglin was stunned, he didn't understand what the chief meant.

"I'll go out and make a call, wait for me." Wang Liang wiped his tears, took his mobile phone, and left the private room.

How to cure Huang Honglin's heart disease?

There is a good medicine, and that is to go all over again.

"Oh, grandpa, you've finally called me. "Bloodstained Sky" has been finalized, the first day of the Lunar New Year. Zhou Tian suddenly received a call from Wang Liang and was very excited.

During this time, he and Ma Xiaogang have been busy running the approval of "Bloodstained Sky", and they are very busy, and they don't bother to contact Wang Liang.

The movie was approved and the schedule was only completed this afternoon, Zhou Tiangang wanted to call Wang Liang to report the good news, but he didn't expect the old man's phone to call.

"Yes, I see. I have a new book here.,Shoot? Wang Liang got straight to the point.

"Shoot!" Zhou Tian didn't hesitate at all, and didn't even ask about the details.

After watching "Bloodstained Sky" after the completion of post-production, Zhou Tian was shocked, and the door to a new world opened to him.

"Grandpa, you make a notebook, and leave the rest to me and Xiaogang to do it, if you have any requirements, just ask." Zhou Tiandao.

"Okay."

Hanging up the phone, Wang Liang returned to the private room......

Huang Honglin will no longer be a person, and the course of his life will be revisited to find his lost soul.

When the work comes out, there will be a lot of people who know him and their story.

To the traumatized veterans.

They should not only carry the weight forward, the rain of Malipo has wet the pillows of their sleeping brothers, they have witnessed and experienced life and death, and it is time to help them find their souls.