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Early the next morning, Han Feng was waiting at the door of Zhao Guodong, the place where Zhao Guodong lived was a conference room at the police station, because the two of them were going out to eat last night, Han Feng originally planned that the two of them would come back and talk all night, so he arranged Zhao Guodong to live here, but he didn't expect that he was too cowardly last night, and he got drunk directly.

So today he got up and looked at the time, but he didn't expect to sleep until eight o'clock in the morning, and after washing his face hastily, he waited at Zhao Guodong's door.

"Director Han is awake?" Han Feng looked back, and Zhao Guodong appeared behind him with a bag of breakfast.

"Senior Zhao, what's wrong with you?" Han Feng pointed to the breakfast bag that Zhao Guodong was carrying.

"Oh, I saw that you went out for a walk before you woke up, and bought some breakfast by the way, but I didn't expect you to wake up, just right, eat it while it's hot." Zhao Guodong pulled Han Feng back to the house, and then the two of them began to drink soy milk and eat steamed buns.

"I'm really sorry, I was supposed to entertain you yesterday, but I didn't expect that I was really drunk myself, and I asked you to carry me back, it's really ......." Han Feng was like a child, scratching his head embarrassedly, a bit like Xiao Yingzi's simple appearance.

Zhao Guodong smiled, "It's nothing, if you hadn't arranged me here, I wouldn't have a place to stay." Zhao Guodong simply wrapped the leftover buns and put them in his bag, and then took out clothes and a hat from the box.

"What is this?" Han Feng's eyes widened, washed white green pants, some patches on his knees, the shirt of the same color was still sewn, and the hat was on Zhao Guodong's head, Han Feng could see that this was an old military uniform, and it seemed that it was still a military uniform of a few years.

"This is the military uniform I used to be a soldier back then, and since I have found someone, I will return the things that belong to the other person on behalf of the army, so that it looks more formal to wear it." Zhao Guodong said as he sorted out his clothes.

"Senior Zhao is really energetic when he wears this dress." Han Feng said.

"Alright, let's go." Zhao Guodong put something in his pocket again, put his old-fashioned military satchel on his back, and then went to Mao Lingling's house with Han Feng.

When they arrived at the door, they found that Wang Changgui was already waiting for them there, Mao San didn't go out, washing pots and dishes in the house, Mao Lingling looked pretty good, and seemed to have recovered from yesterday's shock.

"Director, Zhao ......." Mao Lingling saw two people coming in, and hurriedly beckoned the two of them to sit down, but she really didn't know what to call Zhao Guodong.

"I'm a few months older than Mao, you just call me Brother Zhao." Zhao Guodong saw Mao Lingling's embarrassment. "Looks like you're pretty good today."

"It's okay, the weather is fine today." From Mao Lingling's words, Zhao Guodong could see that Mao Lingling had put down the knot in her heart.

"Okay, then I'll make a long story short, your brother sacrificed, and the army awarded your brother the 'August 1st' medal, which is the glory that belongs to your brother and the glory of your family." Saying that, Zhao Guodong took out a piece of cloth that looked like it should be red from his satchel and asked Han Feng and Wang Changgui to help him open it.

The faded red cloth reads "Five Regiments and Seven Companies"! On it are these four big characters, which are the military flags of Zhao Guodong's company. After Zhao Guodong saluted the military flag, he took out an object wrapped in red cloth from his jacket pocket, as well as a small note.

Zhao Guodong uncovered the layer of red cloth on it, and inside was a medal with a golden light and a national emblem printed on it. Zhao Guodong held the medal with both hands, "Please accept this medal from the three Mao families." ”

Wang Changgui was stunned, Han Feng was also stunned, not to mention Xiao Mao San, even Mao Lingling didn't expect Zhao Guodong to take out such a medal and hand it to him. "This, this, I...... Not suitable, right? It's better to leave it to the state. ”

"This is the supreme honor that Mao San's comrades-in-arms exchanged for their lives, even though he has passed away now, but his heroic soul will always be printed on this medal paper, looking forward to the day when he can return to his hometown after a long absence, and please accept, on behalf of the Seventh Company, I would like to extend the highest respect to your whole family, only a family like you can cultivate a soldier who puts the interests of the country first, he is a qualified and noble soldier."

Zhao Guodong paused for a moment and said, "I hope the descendants of Mao San's comrades-in-arms can be proud of this!" Zhao Guodong took a step forward, put the medal in his hand into Mao Lingling's hand, and then put the note in Mao Lingling's hand as well, "This is what Comrade Mao San found in his clothes pocket after his sacrifice, with the address of your home and a letter written to you." ”

Then Zhao Guodong suddenly knelt in front of Mao Lingling, "I'm sorry Mao San, I'm late!" ”

"Mao San, you are home, your spirit in the sky can rest in peace, let us sing our military song again, go all the way!"

"You don't see, the final army of the Han Dynasty, the weak crown is the captive, please Changying;

You don't see, Ban Dingyuan, the peerless light cavalry urges the battle clouds!

The boy should be in serious danger, how can he let the Confucian crown miss this life?

The situation is that the country is in danger, and the feather is constantly fighting!

Abandon my old pen, look at my wartime jin, call more than 100,000 comrades, sing war songs and join the army!

Qi joined the army, cleaned the dust, and swore to sweep away the Japanese slaves!

went to the battlefield with a smile, and the banner was displayed without light;

The air blows too white into the moon, and the long arrow is pulled to shoot the wolf.

The first merit of the national history is clearly marked, and China will be known as Changxiong from now on, and there is still a residual power to punish injustice, so that the world will be bathed in the Han style! ”

This is just Zhao Guodong's voice, old but majestic, and there is still a little sadness behind the majesty. It echoed in the narrow room, but in the ears of the rest of the people, what they heard was thousands of soldiers ready to go, singing this military song under the military flag, majestic and indomitable!

The song was sung for a long time, but before everyone could react, Zhao Guodong also stood up, saluted the military flag and said: "Zhao Guodong, the only remaining soldier of the Seventh Company, reported to the company commander that the soldier Mao San has returned home safely. ”

"Brother——! After being suppressed for a long time, Mao Lingling hissed exhausted, and no one dissuaded her, and there was no way to dissuade her. Xiao Maosan gently walked up to his mother, patted her on the back, and comforted her.

Zhao Guodong, Han Feng, and Wang Changgui left Mao Lingling's house. Along the way, Zhao Guodong was silent, and Han Feng and Wang Changgui didn't speak, for them, all this seemed to be very far away from them.

"Senior Zhao, we've arrived." Han Feng said softly.

"Oh." Zhao Guodong raised his head and looked at the car, and Han Feng vaguely found a trace of wet marks from the corner of Zhao Guodong's eyes.

Zhao Guodong went in for a long time and didn't come out, Han Feng didn't take it to heart, and his own heart didn't calm down, but Wang Changgui came to the police station and entered Zhao Guodong's house, and the two of them didn't know what to say.

It didn't take long, it was half an hour, Han Feng was about to go out, and found that Zhao Guodong was carrying a suitcase, and the old military uniform on his body had been taken off and replaced with the clothes he usually wore for an unknown number of years, "Senior, where are you going?" ”

"I'm done here, it's time for me to go, there are still a lot of people waiting for me to send home." Zhao Guodong said.

"Senior, I'll send you." Han Feng said that he would open his car door.

"You have your business to do, I have mine to do. A meeting is fate, you have to remember that you are protecting the safety of one party, and everything else is unnecessary. Zhao Guodong patted Han Feng on the shoulder, pulled his suitcase, and left with his crutches.

It didn't take long for Han Feng to receive a reward from his superiors, the shantytown where Mao Lingling originally lived was renovated by the government, and they were about to move into a new house.

The rain was pouring down, and with the help of the strong wind, it was constantly lapping at a small cabin.

Zhao Guodong is sheltering from the rain in this cabin, this is a small mountain, it looks very short, but the road is very difficult to walk, and it is crooked, Zhao Guodong began to climb this mountain early in the morning, and it took half a day to climb half the distance, it was raining at this time, without warning, fortunately, Zhao Guodong prepared again, and found two pieces of plastic sheeting in his box, one wrapped on the box, and one wrapped around himself, he was going to the house of Siwen, the second shift leader, that is, the guy with glasses, Zhao Guodong has never dealt with him either, but he is a member of the Seventh Company, and death is also the soul of the Seventh Company.

Zhao Guodong sat on a ball of thatch, one hand kept beating his legs, it was raining, and his legs began to hurt again, not only his legs, but also his back and shoulders.

Nibbling on the dry and hard steamed buns in his mouth, he took a sip of the water in the kettle, swallowed the food in his mouth with great effort, took out his mobile phone, and looked at the rain for an hour.

Under Zhao Guodong's anxious waiting, the rain in the sky was finally powerless, unable to continue to rage, cheer up, the wind that kept roaring died down, Zhao Guodong packed up his things, and added another shirt to himself, a little cold, wearing this dress may be better, but also to provide a trace of warmth for his already rheumatic shoulders.

Tightening the plastic sheet on the box, carrying the box, and crutches, Zhao Guodong walked to the top of the mountain step by step, and after turning over the mountain, it was not far from the destination, and he could thank his feet.

"Jingle bell" Zhao Guodong's phone rang, Zhao Guodong wanted to call Xiao Yingzi at the foot of the mountain, but he didn't find a signal, but he was able to receive a call here, Zhao Guodong was a little happy.