Questions like this don't need to be answered in Liang Xingchu's opinion. Therefore, he didn't say anything, just stared at his comrades beside him with two big eyes. He saw that everyone's faces were scorched with gunsmoke and war, and some of them were still covered with blood. He couldn't help but sink in his heart, and asked Suozhu in a somewhat urgent tone, "Biye, how is the battle?" ”

"The victory is over!"

"Devils? ……”

"Seven or eight were killed, and the others ran away!" Liang Biye said excitedly, "I also captured more than 2,000 puppet soldiers!" Liang Xingchu smiled happily when he heard this. He took the bowl of water that Biye handed to him, took a few sips, paused for a moment, and then asked, "What about our casualties?" ”

As soon as Xingchu asked this, people were bored. Inside, there was silence. The people all hung their heads and breathed softly and briefly, and no one said a word.

Later, he broke this unbearable silence and told Xingchu about the casualties of our army with tears in his eyes. At this time, Liang Xingchu's eyes seemed to have a layer of water under it, and it was damp and wet. When Liang Biye said that Wang Dali, who was fighting the enemy's machine gunner, was seriously injured, Liang Xingchu sat up suddenly and asked, "How is Wang Dali's injury?" ”

"It's heavy!"

"Where is he?"

"Someone has been sent to carry him and two other wounded to the county brigade medical center!"

Liang Biye's voice was full of anger and pain. He said that he couldn't bear it any longer, turned around, put his head against the wall, and cried. Although he didn't cry out loud, he cried so much that his arms shook for a while.

When Liang Xingchu heard that Wang Dali and 117 other comrades had been injured and had gone to the infirmary, his heart felt like a stone weighing a thousand pounds, and it was as if someone had cut off a bloody piece of flesh from the tip of his heart. He couldn't stand any longer, so he got out of bed and hurried out.

Of course, at such a moment, if it weren't for the heroic temperament that lurked in his body to support him, and if it weren't for the deep affection of his comrades-in-arms rippling in his heart to inspire him, he wouldn't be able to walk, and I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to stand up. However, at the moment, Liang Xingchu, he has forgotten everything, and only knows how to rush out!

The comrades asked him what he was going to do, and he didn't squeak. Liang Biye saw that he had no roots under his feet, so he wanted to hold him. Who knows, he didn't hold it, and Xingchu rushed out of the house. Biye knew that Xingchu was going to chase the stretcher, so he wiped the tears from his face and followed closely behind.

Xingchu, with the support of an extremely strong comrade-in-arms, under the careful care of Biye and the guards, finally caught up with the stretcher after a period of rapid walking. When they just saw the shadow of the stretcher, Liang Biye shouted, wanting the stretcher to stand down and wait for a while, in order to let Xingchu take a few steps less.

However, the people carrying the stretchers, and the hygienists escorting the stretchers, did not hear the shouts of Biye. Stretcher, continue to walk forward. Biye was about to raise his voice and shout again, but Xingchu stopped him.

Why didn't Xingchu let Biye shout on the stretcher? Although he didn't explain the reason, Biye knew in his heart that for many years, Liang Xingchu, the leader, cared more about every soldier than about himself.

Especially at some critical moments, he always put every battle ground into his heart, but put his own safety out of the way.

Do you think, at a moment like this, he would like to think of a way to get the stretcher to the medical center in one step, how can he bear to let the stretcher stop and wait for him a few steps?

To be honest, Xingchu's mood at this time was: he hoped that the stretcher would go quickly, and that he would see Wang Dali and the other dozen or so injured comrades immediately. This desire is contradictory. How to solve this contradiction? There is a way. Look, hasn't his pace quickened markedly since he saw the back of the stretcher? Oh! He's flying!

The stretcher was finally caught up by Xingchu.

Walking on five stretchers in the back, carrying five soldiers with minor injuries. Xingchu first looked at the five comrades and inquired about the situation, and then came to Wang Dali's stretcher.

Do you think it's weird? When Liang Xingchu desperately chased after the stretcher, he seemed to feel that he had a thousand words to say to Wang Dali in his heart.

However, now that he was beside him, next to the stretcher, he saw that Wang Dali's injuries were very serious, and he felt that his heart contracted suddenly, as if something choked his throat at once, so that he just stared at Wang Dali with two big eyes for a long time, and could not say anything, as if he was trying his best to imprint the face of the old soldier Wang Dali deeply in his mind.

How many hard years did Wang Dali spend together? How many battle scenes are there with Wang Dali? …… At this time, they all flashed in Xingchu's mind. Therefore, although the appearance of Eternal Life is very calm now, his heart is beating extremely violently.

Liang Xingchu's eyes were blackening for bursts, and his nose was sour; His head was swelling with a bang, and his feet seemed to be stepping on a cotton bale.

You see, isn't his breathing getting shorter and shorter? Isn't the growing teardrop in his eye about to pop out! After another while, Liang Xingchu finally opened his mouth with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice: "Comrade Dali, go to the military hospital and recuperate from your injuries." In two days, my comrades and I will go to see you. ”

Hearing the voice of the division commander, he opened his eyes forcefully, and a light wave with extremely tenacious vitality flashed in his pupils. When he saw the leader standing beside him, a happy smile appeared on his bloody face.

At this time, his eyes were motionless, his thick lips quivered, and it was clear that he was using all his strength to endure the severe pain. After a while, he gathered his strength and said intermittently to his chief, "Comrade chief...... Rest assured...... I'm not going to die...... Because the party and the people ...... I need ......."

As Wang Dali spoke, an unbearable pain suddenly crept up to his mouth. The sweat particles on his forehead rolled down in strings.

Liang Xingchu wiped the sweat of the second stunned with a towel, and thought anxiously: "The strong injury is too serious!" I'm afraid it's very dangerous! When he thought of this, he felt as if someone was cutting his heart piece by piece with a knife, and he didn't dare to think about it any more, so he instructed the hygienist: "On the road, be more careful, pay attention everywhere, and the sooner the better." ……”

As he spoke, a staff officer from the division headquarters came running on a flying horse. The staff officer saluted Xingchu first, and then handed him a letter. Xingchu opened the letter and asked casually, "Where did it come from?" ”

"Sent by Comrade Correspondent of the Shandong Military Region Command."

Liang Xingchu stretched out the letter, looked at it, and smiled happily. Then, he said to the hygienist: "It's good, our military hospital in the Binhai Naval District has sent people to rush there!" ”

"Where are you now?"

"It's coming soon." Xingchu said, "No, the military region has informed us that we should send the wounded to Dongzhugou as soon as possible......

"That's great!"

"Let's go!"

"Yes!"

The stretcher walked away.

Liang Xingchu stood still in place, casting a pair of heavy eyes into the distance, looking at the increasingly blurred back of the stretcher, and refused to leave for a long time.

At this moment, Liang Xingchu's mood is like the common mood of those who have experienced war life, when the battle is being carried out tensely, that is, he sees his comrades-in-arms falling, he only has anger, no tears, only anger, no sadness.

However, now that the battle was over, and it was victorious, he looked at the stretcher carrying Wang Dali that was about to disappear, and big drops of hot tears rolled down Liang Xingchu's face and dripped onto the placket of his clothes that had been burned by the flames of war. The stretcher turned past the village in front of it, and disappeared into the shade of the trees, and there was no shadow in sight!

Liang Xingchu was still standing in place, standing for a long time.

However, his aimless gaze focused on a small pine tree that was exuding a powerful vitality. However, until this time, Wang Dali's mighty and stubborn face was still shaking in front of Xingchu's eyes, and until this time, Wang Dali's touching words when he said goodbye to Xingchu were still clearly echoing in his ears...... (..)

( Biography of Chinese and Foreign Heroes )