003 I think I know the truth

Time passes day by day, month by month, year after year. In a blink of an eye, the dog baby has been in a coma for five years. A lot has happened in the past five years.

Liu Wen and the others completely drove the Emperor's guards out of the city, and the Emperor had already surrendered to the whole world. The bodies of Zhao Junzi, Guo Feng, Situ, and Liu Wu were all found, and they were all buried together by Junichiro Takagi, and there was no monument, but fortunately, Liu Wen asked a fellow who knew what happened back then, and only then did he find their burial place.

Zhao Guodong himself became a logistics staff, after all, he is a cripple, he can only walk with a cane, and he has to take care of the dog, this job is easy, and he has a lot of free time to think about what he should do. In the past five years, Zhao Guodong also got a map and found out all the addresses of all the people in the Seventh Company in the black box.

But in this chaotic era, most of the soldiers have no relatives, their parents are dead, and even many of them are orphans, I don't know where I was born, I don't know who my parents are, I don't know what my surname is, their suicide notes are all hoping that their relatives who have not met can live well, and that their company commander can win the battle.

Zhao Guodong touched the black box and looked at the map in front of him again.

"Zhao Guodong." A middle-aged man, dressed in a gray military uniform, holds a piece of paper in his hand.

"Minister." Zhao Guodong saw that it was the Minister of Logistics who came in, and quickly stood up.

"No, no, don't stand up if you're not well." The logistics minister hurriedly helped Zhao Guodong to sit down, "That's the case, isn't the Seventh Company that." The logistics minister didn't explain, but Zhao Guodong understood what it meant.

"The Seventh Company is still there, as long as there is one person, the Seventh Company will always be there." Zhao Guodong looked at the Minister of Logistics and said.

"I didn't mean that." The logistics minister said, "I'm here to convey the order of the command, this is an order for you to see." The logistics minister handed the piece of paper to Zhao Guodong.

"The command ordered Comrade Zhao Guodong to present the medal on behalf of the 7th Company of the 5th Regiment to the mountain eagle's beak. It's tomorrow, so you'll have to prepare now, and a car will pick you up later. Said the Minister of Logistics.

"People are fucking dead, and they are still awarded, and they are awarded, and they are awarded." Zhao Guodong crumpled the piece of paper into a ball and threw it into the corner.

"Zhao Guodong!" The Minister of Logistics looked at Zhao Guodong in a stern tone, "It's been five years, it's been five years, what you can't do, what problems you think can't think clearly, ah, you look at this black box all day long, every day you go to your half-dead brother to complain, what do you get?" Have you figured out what you want? ”

"You didn't get the fart, the fart didn't think it through, but it was a head of paste, look at the box in front of you, what's in it? You think with the head you've been thinking about for five years, what is here? You think it just has a bunch of suicide notes written in it? ”

"You're just a mallet, have you taken a good look at what's written in it? Do you have? You didn't, you only saw the words written on it, you didn't see the meaning behind the words, do you really think they are writing a suicide note? Keep your dog's eyes open and take a good look, what the hell is in here? ”

The logistics minister slapped the black box to pieces, picked up a piece of paper casually, and put it in front of Zhao Guodong's eyes, "Take a good look, what is written on it." ”

Zhao Guodong looked at it word by word, and the few lines written on it deeply shocked Zhao Guodong: "I am a soldier of the Seventh Company, I am proud." ”

"Do you see clearly? They are not just writing a suicide note, they are declaring to everyone that they are soldiers of the Seventh Company, and they will die without regrets! Do you understand? The logistics minister slapped the piece of paper on the table, "I've delivered the order, it's up to you if you don't go, I hope you don't disappoint the Seventh Company." After speaking, the logistics minister turned around and left, leaving Zhao Guodong to sit there alone.

Am I wrong? They're all dead, do you need anything else? No, they don't need to. Zhao Guodong thought about it again, which comrades-in-arms looked at him before they died, full of hope, full of pride, full of pride. Aren't their short lives just asking for a death without regrets? Isn't it just asking for the happiness of a descendant?

is saying a big vernacular, don't you just want to get a medal when you retire from the army, hang it on your chest, and return to your village, so that everyone can see that your years of soldiers have not been in vain, we have made meritorious contributions, and we are the men who defend the country! A well-known man!

Thinking of this, Zhao Guodong cleaned up his things slightly, sorted out the black box that was smashed by the logistics minister, and then put the scattered suicide notes neatly in a small bag. Zhao Guodong solemnly hung the small bag on his chest, and put the military flag of the Seventh Company on his chest.

Before the hospital bed.

"Dog baby, brother go to the mountain eagle's beak for a trip, I know what I should do, you wait here for me to come back. Be sure to wait until I get back. Zhao Guodong looked at the dog baby, and then saluted the dog baby in a dignified manner.

The car had been bumpy on the road all night, but Zhao Guodong did not feel the slightest sleepiness, getting closer and closer to that place, and Zhao Guodong's heart was becoming more and more unable to calm down. There, he lost a company of brothers, the company commander, the wise Liu Jun, Baocheng and Shi Jinbao who were always fighting, Ameng, who always knew how to eat, and never said a word about Lao Niu.

Everything seems to be yesterday, their smiling faces, every word, are thinking about the movie, and they slide past Zhao Guodong's eyes frame by frame.

The "squeak" car stopped steadily on the mountain eagle's beak, Zhao Guodong opened the car door with slightly trembling hands, five years, a full five years, in the past five years, Zhao Guodong will return to this place every day in his dreams; For the first time in five years, Zhao Guodong used his trembling feet to stand on this land that had been turned over by artillery fire and stained by the blood of his comrades.

The originally scorched black land is now overgrown with flowers and plants, and the trees that have been bombarded by the artillery have also grown new branches, and those craters one by one are also gently covered by those flowers and plants, not wanting those ugly scars to appear in front of the world. Five years is enough time to heal any superficial trauma, but the real trauma will always be engraved there.