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[352] For the sake of sacrifice and ambition, dare to change the sun and the moon to a new sky

After General Tan Guansan, political commissar of the 18th Army, got off the rostrum, he shook hands with the cadres and soldiers of the 154th Regiment and said goodbye one by one.

Seeing the 154th Regiment singing with high morale and marching towards the mountains in the distance, Political Commissar Tan said to Commander Zhang distressedly: "Lao Zhang, in half a month, the Tibetan area will enter the rainy season. I heard from a guide who is familiar with the climate in Tibetan areas that when the time comes, any rain can rain for more than ten days without stopping, and people who are walking on the road have no dry clothes on them. I don't know how many comrades will fall ill this time. ”

Commander Zhang Guohua tightened his eyebrows, and said with a straight face: "Old Tan, Mr. Deng went to the Northern Capital for a meeting, and did you remember the calligraphy written by the chairman of the 18th Army when he came back and brought us?" ”

Political Commissar Tan's face was solemn, and he said sonorously: "...... The red flag rolled up the serf's halberd, and the black hand hung the overlord's whip high. For the sake of sacrifice and ambition, dare to change the sun and the moon into a new sky......"

When Commander Zhang heard the latter sentence, he also read it in unison.

"Old Tan, do you understand?"

Political Commissar Tan nodded slowly and said: "I understand this truth, but still, I am still a little distressed......

Zhang Jun said: "What do you feel sorry for, I am glorious!" Glorious very! This Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, where can we wait for the perfect time to use.

In spring, it is too cold in the mountains, in summer, it rains and mudslides, in autumn, the cold rain is biting, and in winter, heavy snow covers the mountains. The climate of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is not as pleasant as other places. But we can't wait, the short man picks the general, and the summer march is the best choice. ”

Political Commissar Tan nodded again and said: "Fortunately, everyone is equipped with raincoats, waterproof canvas belts are enough, and the military tents issued by the central government are indeed sufficient and easy to use, plus two portable diesel generators for each regiment, the living conditions can be passable along the way." ”

Commander Zhang said: "There are always people who fall ill, and the 155th Regiment is now armed to the teeth, right?" A full set of our army's most haode equipment at present, plus the country's first-class food! But it's only been a month since I set off, and I've already sent back more than a dozen, and I took a look, and it's basically caused by altitude sickness. ”

Commander Zhang continued: "According to the telegram sent back by the 155th Regiment, when the mountains were turned over before, many soldiers were uncomfortable and short of breath, and even the mules they brought with them also died.

When I asked about the fighters who got sick, most of them were caused by rushing too hard when climbing the mountain. Therefore, this time we repeatedly warned the 154th Regiment not to rush when climbing the mountain, not to engage in competitions, and not to be reckless. ”

Political Commissar Tan said: "Fortunately, the central government gave the pressure cooker, this thing is too godly, and cooking on the plateau can only be cooked by relying on it."

I've heard that even Tibetans eat glutinous rice all year round because they cook rice and make it raw. But our team, the first time we enter Tibet, we can eat good food cooked in a pressure cooker, and this condition is really good. ”

Commander Zhang said with a smile: "How good is this condition, didn't the telegram of the 155th regiment say that after they sent the pressure cooker to an old patriarch, everyone was happy to give them a yak!" I heard that there are also some pressure cookers in Tibet, called Hepaping pans, but they are all imported from foreign countries, and only noble and noble slave owners can afford to use them. ”

Political Commissar Tan said: "Yes, this news is very important, I have already reported to the military power, hoping to support us with some more pressure cookers, which will help improve the living standards of the Tibetan people, and the troops can also use it to exchange for food and livestock, killing two birds with one stone." The most important thing is that the pressure cooker allocated by the central government is really cheap! I heard that Tibet's paping pans are all imported, and a small bite will sell three gold bars! However, the pressure cooker allocated to us by the central government only sells for 70 yuan for a 30-centimeter specification, and in my opinion, if our 18th Army uses a pressure cooker to do business along the way, it will definitely be able to get back a lot of funds for the southwest government. ”

Commander Zhang said with a smile: "Where did the central government get so many pressure cookers for us." At present, this low price is purely to take care of us, and I see that there is no price and no goods. ”

As the two were talking, they saw the little correspondent running over from the small red brick building of the military headquarters in the distance with a smile.

"Commander! Commissar! Good news! ”

Commander Zhang smiled: "What's the news?" Don't sell it, say it! ”

The little correspondent jumped to his feet excitedly and shouted: "The political commissar's request for the transfer of 1,000 pressure cookers for sale in Tibetan areas has been approved!" The southwest government informed us that the northern capital said that 70 yuan a mouthful, how much our 18th Army wanted, the northern capital will approve it! The pricing power of regional sales belongs to the southwest government. ”

Commander Zhang was surprised: "Great! What a story! ”

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Just when Fan Ming, the commander of the 155th regiment, was lying on the ground panting evenly, stood up and went to the cooking class to check the preparation of lunch, the guard Wu Dagui came to report again.

"Report to the head of the group, that Tibetan young man named Zhuoga led his yak and followed him again."

"What? Here we go again, isn't this nonsense? Didn't the political commissar tell him that the pressure cooker was sent to his home by our troops, and he didn't need money. ”

Wu Dagui, the guard, listened to the old-fashioned name, but this year is only 18, the young man said happily: "Listening to the Tibetan guide translator, Zhuo Ga said, he wants to join the People's Liberation Army and make a revolution with us, the yak and the barley flour on it were brought by his father, which is his ration."

Leader, this young man sings very well, he can already sing the song "The Glory of Chairman M" that Caidan Zhuoma sang that we taught him in the village. ”

Commander Fan reluctantly pushed: "I only care about the war, I haven't taken care of this recruitment policy for a long time, I can't be the master, you go and ask the political commissar." ”

Wu Dagui had to run to ask political commissar Jiang Hongquan.

Political Commissar Jiang was also in trouble, and while he was hesitating, Zhuo Ga, a Tibetan boy with healthy wheat-colored skin, said something to the guide.

The guide Li Futian translated: "Zhuo Ga said, he understood the movie "Serfs" we showed in the village, and many villagers in their village understood it!" They know that Chairman M is the great savior from heaven, Chairman M is the sun of the poor, and the light of the Chairman shines on the serfs! The head of the reactionary lamas is the sun of the aristocracy, which shines only on the nobility, not on the serfs. Zhuo Ga made a grand wish to the Buddha, to help the People's Liberation Army in this life, so that the real sun of Chairman M will shine on the serfs of all Tibet! ”

When Political Commissar Jiang heard this, he nodded happily at Zhuo Ga, and said to Li Futian: "You ask him, the songs we teach, is he really like what he said, he can already sing?" ”

As soon as Li Futian said to Zhuo Ga, Zhuo Ga immediately sang, it was the Tibetan version of Caidan Zhuoma's "Turning Over Serf Singing" that the group had played in the village before.

After Zhuo Ga finished singing, Li Futian said with a worried face: "Political commissar, you can accept him!" If the leader knows that he sneaked out to join the People's Liberation Army, when he returns, he will gouge out his eyes alive with a horn knife! ”

Hearing this, Political Commissar Jiang said angrily: "They dare! Lao Li! You let him follow us! It's already far from Zheduo here, so let him go back alone, and he won't feel at ease on the way. Besides, when you say this, I am even more worried about letting him go back! You told him to follow our guide group first and learn some Chinese. I'll go back and make up for his enlistment. ”

"Yes!" Li Futian finally got a solution and happily told Zhuo Ga.

Zhuo Ga heard the news and nodded again and again.

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Just when the 18th Army was advancing to Qamdo along the north and south lines of the Sichuan-Tibet Highway, the 154th Regiment and the 155th Regiment of the 52nd Division of the 18th Army. The 53rd Division of the 18th Army also received an arduous task, and all 11,400 men of the 53rd Division were reorganized into engineering troops to participate in the construction of the Sichuan-Tibet line.

Where is the first risk of the Sichuan-Tibet Highway?

Erlang Mountain!

At this moment, at the construction site of the Erlangshan Tunnel, more than a dozen diesel generators rumbled, more than a dozen rock drills and hundreds of wind drills made a more deafening roar, the rocks were constantly broken, and the blasting holes were chiseled out one by one.

Thousands of engineers and migrant workers pushed wheelbarrows and carried stones and dirt out of the tunnels.

As loud as the sound of work at the construction site is the song "Singing Erlang Mountain" played on the loudspeaker.

"Erlang Mountain~~~

Tall, so high!

Dead trees and barren grass are all over the mountains,

Boulders are full of hills.

…………

Erlang Mountain,

Even if you're tall!

The People's Liberation Army, the iron-clad man,

Determined, firm as strong,

To put that highway ~~

Fix it to that Tibet!

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Don't be afraid of the wind blowing, not afraid of the snowflakes!

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The division commander Jin Shaoshan stood on the construction site with high spirits, looking at the 100,000 road construction army in front of him who was constantly advancing towards the mountains.

Among these people, there are not only cadres and soldiers, but also local migrant workers in Sichuan, who shout the majestic trumpet and continue to water the road to the roof of Shijie with sweat.

Division Commander Jin Shaoshan pointed to the construction army that was climbing the mountain lined up in a queue, and said to his old partner political commissar Wang Qimei: "Lao Wang, look at how spectacular this scene is!" I believe that we will be able to build the highway to Lhasa within the five-year construction period! ”

Political Commissar Wang said: "The most important thing at the moment is to build Ganzi Airport as soon as possible. This is the number one task assigned by the army commander. ”

Master Jin said: "Now the railway capacity is tight, and the rollers and stones used to repair the airport will not be here until next month, and now we can only use self-made wooden wheeled cars and soldiers' shoulders to carry stones, and many soldiers' shoulders are full of blood scabs!" ”

Political Commissar Wang said: "You still said, didn't you also carry your shoulders rotten!" Fortunately, last week, all the labor protection gloves were equipped for the soldiers, otherwise, the soldiers with the worn handle of the cart rope do not know how much to increase! ”

Division Commander Jin Shaoshan said: "Seeing the soldiers grinding their cotton clothes into flowers, their fingers grinding the cocoons and flowing blood, dripping all over the stones and cracks in the stones, my heart hurts." But I saw that the little girls of the art troupe who had just enlisted in the army could pull stone rollers bigger than their people to level the ground, and my heart was hot again. ”

Political Commissar Wang said proudly: "Yes! Such a great warrior, such a great people, in their hands, all miracles can be created!

Shaoshan, I think for now, let's hurry up and dig a few hundred more caves on the mountainside! With so many troops, they can't live in tents all the time, and in winter, they can't make fires in tents. Before the annex house of the airport is built, let's dig more caves in the mountains to live. ”