Zhan Xia Ge tilted his head, looking at Yang Zhenbang, who was trying to stand up straight with a serious face, Zhan Xia Ge suddenly dodged and jumped out of the car, stretched out his hand to hold Yang Zhenbang, and strode forward with him. Yang Zhenbang looked back at the Humvee military jeep that Zhan Xia Ge threw on the side of the road, and said, "Your car ......"

The warrior song: "To hell with the American GIs!" ”

How about it, this sentence is free and easy enough, heroic enough, and radiant enough, right?

Zhan Xia Ge was still fantasizing in his head that Yang Zhenbang stretched out a thumbs up to him and said "good man", Yang Zhenbang had already made a judgment in a low voice from his mouth: "Loser!" ”

As if he felt that this could not express his thoughts, Yang Zhenbang said to the stunned warrior song: "No, the loser is only the property of his father, but the owner of this car, should it be your father?" ”

Zhan Xia Ge shook his head like a rattle, just kidding, this car belongs to China's Fifth Special Force, although what alma mater, mother river and other things are popular in society now, but he Zhan Xia Ge can't treat the Fifth Special Force as his "parent team", right?!

"That's even more wrong!" At this time, Yang Zhenbang's face turned serious, "You are wasting the country's property!" ”

Looking at Yang Zhenbang's face, which had already revealed a bit of divine light, Zhan Xia Ge couldn't help but secretly cry out in his heart, how could he forget that this eldest brother Yang Zhenbang was a deputy company commander who led soldiers? It is said that he is the deputy company commander, and he probably works with the real surname, which is an instructor, right? As soon as he thought of the company instructors who fished out half of the leftover steamed buns from the rice bowl in the canteen, regardless of whether they were hygienic or not, whether they would pay more medical expenses if they were sick, and who could force everyone to bite such a bite anyway, Zhan Xia Ge felt that one head was bigger than two.

"We didn't have even ten bullets on one of our soldiers, so in order to confuse the enemy, we stuffed the bullet bag with branches. In the same way, each of us only had enough chow mein on our backs for two or three days at most, so in order to confuse the enemy, we divided the chow mein bag into two halves, the smaller half was filled with fried noodles, and the larger half was filled with sand. ”

Zhan Xia Song screamed in his heart: "It's not good, probably, maybe, maybe, it seems, it's going to be bittersweet and sweet!" ”

At this time, Yang Zhenbang's eyes blurred, obviously his thoughts had flown back to China before it was just a big dream for him, the darkest era of war.

"I participated in the Long March, and I tell you the truth that I am not afraid of death, but I am really afraid of that meadow. There was grass everywhere, and there was water everywhere in the swamp, but no one dared to touch it, because if the water was not hot, it would probably keep diarrhea until the whole body was out of strength. In front of us, a group of comrades-in-arms had already walked over, and we were hard to find even wild vegetables and shallots there, and in order to fill our stomachs, we even tried to eat the weeds that were all over the ground like cows and sheep, but the taste was really too bitter, and we closed our eyes and forced the grass into our stomachs, and then vomited it all out. ”

The Song of War has heard someone tell the story of the Long March more than once, but the same content has taken on an absolutely different weight and meaning from the mouth of Yang Zhenbang, a true witness of history.

"At that time, we had a batch of corn kernels that had been boiled and then hardened, and in the most difficult time, each of us had a bag of fried noodles together, and only the wounded and sick could enjoy the fried noodles, and we had two meals a day, and each meal could only get 35 grains of corn. The corn kernels were so hard that we didn't have the strength to bite them one by one, so we had to swallow the food with water. As a result, there was no oil or water in the stomach, and the corn kernels were pulled out by us intact. We were reluctant to waste food, so we picked up these corn kernels, washed them and put them in our pockets. At that time, everyone laughed and said that our Red Army had a rubber belly that could stretch and contract! In such a harsh environment, there are finally some people who have been pampered since childhood and have the temper of a young master and become deserters. ”

The warrior song is listening quietly.

"But the eldest young master is not stupid, he knows that if he escapes empty-handed, he will definitely starve to death on that prairie, so before escaping at night, he stole half a bag of fried noodles from the secretary in charge of managing the rations. He thinks that it was the grain he brought into the prairie, and it was natural for him to take away what belonged to him. ”

Speaking of this, Yang Zhenbang glanced at Zhan Xia Ge and asked, "If it were you, do you think it should be done?" ”

"Fair enough!" The warrior song said: "Although deserters are shameful, everyone has the best to survive, and the same is true for soldiers." It is not too much to get back a ration that is the most basic and should have belonged to him, as long as he can keep his weapon. ”

"Yes, the pampered young master at that time also thought so."

Yang Zhenbang said softly: "He thought that taking away half a bag of fried noodles was nothing, even if everyone found out that he was a shameful deserter, they would not have the extra energy to hunt him down." But he was wrong! After the secretary found out that he had left a weapon and stole half a bag of fried noodles as a deserter, he turned around alone and followed the footprints he left behind and killed him! The pampered young master was frightened at that time, no matter how the secretary shouted at him, he just didn't dare to look back, even if he heard the gunshot behind him, he still ran forward desperately, but he finally got weak under his feet and fell into the mire of the prairie that swallowed up I don't know how many lives. The pampered young master subconsciously struggled, and as a result, the more he struggled, the faster he fell. Just when the mud was up his neck and he thought he was dead, he was saved, and it was the secretary who saved him from a desperate situation. However, the secretary himself remained there. ”

Tears filled Li Zhenbang's eyes when he didn't know when, and he said softly: "That pampered young master tried his best, but he was really tired from running, and he still didn't drag the secretary out of that quagmire in the end." Before sinking into the quagmire, the secretary hung the gun in his hand, a small piece of brown sugar wrapped in cotton cloth, and the fried noodles that the eldest young master stole out and killed him in the end, and hung them on the eldest young master's neck. The last words he left were ...... Remember, it's everyone's! If you want to live, we all have to live! ”

Zhan Xia Ge looked at Yang Zhenbang in a daze, he knew who the pampered young master in Yang Zhenbang's eldest brother's mouth was, but he really couldn't imagine that Yang Zhenbang actually had the experience of being a deserter.

Later, the pampered young master caught up with his troops with the half bag of fried noodles, and he, the man who should have been shot, was tolerated. But the prairie did not forgive him, and when he fell into the mire, his thigh was scratched by something sharp in the mire, and in that harsh environment, the wound worsened after a few days. The eldest young master thinks that this is the prairie that wants him to stay here. ”

Yang Zhenbang suddenly glared at Zhan Xia Ge and shouted: "But the other brothers who couldn't even eat were forced to use a stretcher made of a few branches to take turns to carry that eldest young master out of the two hundred miles and out of that prairie!" I asked them why, and they said, because when I became a soldier, my life was not only my own, but I was at the same time, and it belonged to everyone! No one can waste everyone's stuff, so they didn't give up on me! ”

In the end, Yang Zhenbang has forgotten to use "that pampered young master" to cover up the identity of the protagonist of this story. Yang Zhenbang gently stroked the Humvee military jeep that Zhan Xia Ge casually threw aside, and gently wiped off a black mud spot on the car compartment wall with his fingers, and said, "Remember, this is also ...... Everyone's! ”

These are probably the two attitudes that soldiers have in different eras when facing strategic materials or national assets. In the eyes of the soldiers of Yang Zhenbang's era, these materials represent the foundation of the continuation of the war, and they are the guarantee for the survival and continuous fighting of every brother around him, and even life!

Warrior Song's body trembled again and again, if it was his prerogative to drive a car on a rampage through the streets of the city. So, is it a privilege for a few to casually throw millions worth of cars on the side of the road without reporting them to their superiors? Obviously it is nothing, I don't understand anything, I used a deceptive method to drive the Su-27 fighter into the air, and in the end, despite the expensive price of this fighter, I ran out of fuel and threw the fighter into the sea, but I didn't receive any punishment, isn't this a privilege that only a very small number of people will have?!

Zhan Xia Ge reluctantly found enough reason for himself in his heart: "But privilege is sometimes very useful, at least I can use extraordinary means to save Brother Yang Zhenbang from that ghost place, but I was not beaten into a hornet's nest on the spot." ”

However, Zhan Xia Ge has faintly felt in his heart that he actually doesn't seem to be the kind of perfect professional soldier, and in him, the "privileges" that are not accepted by Yang Zhenbang's eldest brother are indeed too much.

Zhan Xia Ge finally stretched out his hand to stop a traffic policeman passing by them, and after showing his special certificate directly belonging to the Central Military Commission, Zhan Xia Ge stuffed the car key into the hand of the traffic policeman and said, "Please help send this car to the station of the Eighth Division." ”

The traffic police dropped their motorcycles and drove their jeeps to the local garrison camp, Yang Zhenbang snorted coldly on the side: "It's still a privilege!" ”

(To be continued)