Some of the stories in the military happened long before I was a child, even before I was born.

It's just that I don't have a chance to let everyone know.

As a result, when a person who has been a soldier hears a certain story, he can slap the table and shout: "Where the master was a soldier, something similar happened!" ”

And then it is said that back then, there was a legend of a certain veteran......

If you think about it carefully and bother to research, maybe these two people who have been soldiers are telling the same story?

It's just that because of the different ways to know, the story has been changed in background, characters, and even ruthlessly.

But I want to say here that those old stories in the army, don't look at the bells and whistles blown on the outside, and even the clouds and mountains and fog, but most of them are true in their bones!

There is no other reason for this -- a group of people who are the most basic soldiers are not able to see 50 kilometers outside the barracks, and at most they are high school graduates, and occasionally a college student is already a giant panda Chinese sturgeon......

At the end of the day, after a day of training and exercises, plus all kinds of service and military affairs that can be said and unspeakable, who is in the mood to make up stories to amuse themselves? !

So after listening to a lot of old stories like this, I also had some thoughts - why not write these old stories?

It doesn't matter if he is spreading falsehood or not, it is a fantasy.

Just to let the big guy listen to it?

And then on a certain occasion one day, do you also slap the table and perform like this?

Perhaps, the person sitting across from him will be able to slap the table and give you another strange ......

is still the same sentence, some stories are different in fur, but in the bones, they are the most real!

That's enough for the story to be told like this!

Enough is enough!

Missile veteran

I won't say much about the name of the missile veteran.

is already a gray-haired old man, now with a retirement salary, he has nothing to do with a fishing rod to go fishing in the wilderness, and pull the old man on the other side to kill a few games of chess, and his life is quite quiet.

Ordinary people don't talk about those who have been in the past, and they don't have any vicissitudes after experiencing strong winds and waves, they are ordinary old men.

Speaking of this story, it is entirely because once, Ben Bald went to the compound to find a comrade-in-arms to have a drink or two, and happened to meet the missile veteran in the courtyard to enjoy the coolness, so he said a few polite words and pulled a piece to eat and drink.

There is no good wine and food, but a plastic bucket of bulk beer, a serious military large plastic bucket, 25 kilograms, equivalent to 50 yuan.

Outside, I brought two pairs of grilled lamb chops from the barbecue stall on the street, and a few home-cooked braised vegetables and cold dishes.

They are all their own brothers, and there is no need to make seven plates and eight bowls. Eat and drink casually, the main thing is to brag together, and have a good time!

The missile veteran was not polite, he didn't drink a few sips of wine, but the lamb chops gnawed a few pieces fiercely, which really made a few of us young retired soldiers admire the old-timers for their good appetite, and eat it deliciously!

I don't know if it's because the smell of the roasted lamb chops is honest, or because the old things we talked about by a few retired soldiers touched the mind of the missile veteran, and the missile veteran told us his story back then.

At that time, the missile veteran was still very young, so young that when he met a slightly older officer in the army, he would pat him on the shoulder with a smile and call him in various accents of the south and north -- little ghost!

Just because the missile veteran called the imp was really popular, he became a civil servant of a regiment-level cadre, followed the regiment-level cadre on the train and then on the car, and then spread his legs and ran into a large area of the vast desert Gobi.

At the time, missile veterans had no idea where they were going.

It was not until later, when a tall missile launcher was erected on the Gobi desert, which was originally empty, that the missile veterans realized that they had arrived at China's first-generation missile atomic bomb research and development base.

The mission is simple - vigilance!

Day after day, year after year!

But at that time, China could be described in one word - poor!

The head of the republic, who was so poor that year, had to cut back on food and clothing!

was so poor that in the army back then, he couldn't eat enough!

The soldiers and horses did not move, and the grain and grass went first.

These words have been said by military masters at home and abroad in ancient and modern times, and they have also pondered it thoroughly!

There is no food in the army, and there will be chaos in three days!

But the missile veterans at that time, as well as the soldiers of the same age as the missile veterans, all carried it hungry like this.

Not to mention that there is no chaos, the vigilance tasks on weekdays are completed with absolute precision. Sometimes looking at the indispensable black beans in the horse feed, the soldiers who are so hungry that their eyes are black that they can't wait that they are the horse!

But not a single soldier picked up the black beans and ate them......

War horses are also comrades-in-arms, and if they steal food from their comrades-in-arms, they are bastards!

Finally, one day, a soldier came running up to the missile veteran and said, "There is something delicious to eat today!"

It's a cow bone!

I saw it, a truckload full of beef bones, and there were a lot of shredded meat hanging on it!

Send it now, look at this stance......

Maybe you can eat it in your mouth at night?!

At this moment, the saliva in the mouth of the missile veteran can't be stopped......

When there is nothing to eat, people grit their teeth and maybe carry it.

But seeing that there is food, and it is delicious, it is right in front of him, no matter what kind of hero he is, I am afraid that he will have this natural physiological reaction.

Expecting to watch the alarm clock three times a minute, it finally stayed up until dinner time.

But what came out of the army's canteen was still coarse grain steamed buns and extremely light rice soup.

Regiment-level cadres stood up and said that those beef bones were all sent to scientific research personnel to eat. Nowadays, many researchers have suffered from diseases such as night blindness, color blindness and edema due to nutritional deficiencies in their eyes!

We're guarding here these scientists who are more valuable than gold.

When they are well fed and have eaten well, they can develop a missile atomic bomb, so that we will not be bullied......

The missile veteran said that at that time, the regimental cadres said a lot, but he did not remember anything in his head.

At that time, the missile veteran's mind was full of those cow bones!

A beef bone that can make soup and gnaw shredded meat from above!

Therefore, in the middle of the night, when a large bowl of beef bone broth with a fishy smell was brought to his bedside, the missile veteran hardly noticed that the hands holding the big bowl were the hands of the regiment-level cadre, and all his eyes were fixed on the beef bone broth in the hands of the regiment-level cadre.

So in the command voice of the regiment-level cadres who lowered their voices, the missile veteran almost drank the bowl of hot beef bone soup in one go, and did not even let go of the beef bone at the bottom of the bowl, which was only the size of half a cigarette box, and chewed it and ate it cleanly!

At that time, the order of the regimental cadre was - drink! Eat!

The voice of the command was not at all like the tone of the regiment-level cadres in the past......

Some shivered, some trembled......

Later, the missile veteran vaguely heard from other veterans that the regimental cadre had a son, and if he was alive, he should be about the same size as himself!

The son of a regimental cadre died of starvation......

At that time, the missile veteran's edema was also very severe. The face is so fat that it becomes translucent, and the fingers press a pit!

At that time, the night blindness of the regiment-level cadres was also very serious, and when they went out to check the sentry in the middle of the night, they had to feel the wall and walk!

At that time, after those scientific research cadres received the cow bones, they quietly sent a small half pot of cow bones to the alert troops the next day. The veterans of a regiment have opened meat, and the beef bone soup is coarse grain steamed buns, which is happier than the New Year's meal......

At that time, our missile atomic bomb, the experiment was successful!

PS: An old one, let's post it here.

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