Zhang Yulan's arrival encouraged everyone's enthusiasm, and the work of improving the two Golan trenches in the later stage continued, the 37 antiaircraft artillery positions were still being reinforced, and the instructor proposed to dig an anti-slope tunnel to resist possible shelling.

Invented during the Battle of Shangganling in the Korean War, the anti-slope tunnel tactic withstood the fierce fire of the United Nations forces, and Xiang Wenhua firmly believed that the Tasti outpost could also play a huge role.

Everyone knows the current situation, almost every day you can see the opposite side of the tank driving around, the black hole of the artillery against the outpost to show off their might, not to hit one place, the Golan trench, anti-aircraft artillery positions, mortar positions, and anti-slope tunnels, everyone day and night, continuous fighting, stepping up construction, the hot scene makes Jia Xiangyang can't help but follow his brother to build an anti-aircraft artillery position, watching everyone do a lively job, he and his brother also put into the torrent of construction.

It was snowing, and although the weather was very cold, everyone's enthusiasm was so hot, this is morale, the courage and domineering to defeat all enemies.

Zhu Zhi had just received a telegram saying that a group of well-known writers and poets had come to Xinjiang to collect news, and that a well-known writer respected by the chief would be at the Tasti outpost tomorrow. After receiving the telegram, he quickly came to the war room, and sure enough, Xiang Wenhua and Li Wei were here, standing on the simple sand table, pointing and discussing something. He handed the telegram to Xiang Wenhua, Xiang Wenhua read it, and then handed it to Li Wei, after Li Wei read it, he waved his big hand and said with a smile: "Lao Zhu, this matter will be handed over to you, what do you need the two of us to do, just command!"

Zhu Zhi knew that the Soviet army had been moving frequently recently, and he didn't know what to do, so the two of them must be analyzing and looking for countermeasures. He also smiled and said, "You are busy, I will leave the reception of the writer to me!"

On the afternoon of the next day, Gao Wensheng, an officer of the regiment headquarters, accompanied a middle-aged man in his forties who was full of heroic spirit, to the Tasti outpost. The officers and men of the whole platoon in front of the outpost greeted Zhang Yulan as they did a few days ago, and Xiang Wenhua and the three of them stepped forward, and Gao Wensheng said: "Let me introduce to you, this is the famous writer Comrade Liang Shangquan, everyone is welcome!" After speaking, he took the lead and applauded.

The welcoming crowd immediately erupted in thunderous applause, Zhu Zhi greeted him, saluted, and said to Liang Shangquan: "Teacher Liang, I have heard your name for a long time, and we all like the new song of Shanchashan!"

Liang Shangquan faced the crowd of greetings, raised his hand and saluted, and said to everyone: "I am also a soldier, and I came to the outpost today as a guest, and now we are all comrades-in-arms!"

Xiang Wenhua held Liang Shangquan's hand tightly and said quietly: "I hope that Mr. Liang will be able to create a song for our border guards when he comes to the Tasti outpost this time!"

Liang Shangquan nodded with a smile.

The welcome dinner was still very lively, and Liang Shangquan was also invited to sing the well-known masterpiece "New Song of Tea Mountain" to everyone, and the soldiers were drunk and applauded.

In the early morning, the carbon fire was extinguished, and a chill woke up Liang Shangquan who was sleeping, he got up, washed up in the house, pushed open the door, and a cold wind hit, and he couldn't help but shiver.

He suddenly saw a strange scene, a middle-aged woman was taking a teenager to water a tree, he couldn't help but walk over, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be a small poplar tree one person high, blocked by walls on three sides. A middle-aged woman was squatting and watering a tree with a toothbrush jar, while the teenager next to her watched silently.

Liang Shangquan vaguely remembered that last night, Zhu Zhi introduced him, like a family member of a soldier who came to visit his relatives. He walked over and curiously asked about the origin of this little poplar, and Zhang Yulan saw that it was a great writer who asked, so she carefully explained the ins and outs of this matter.

Liang Shangquan listened attentively, looking at the little poplar, Wen Si surged in his heart, and muttered in his mouth, as if he was typing a draft.

The little poplar was waving in the wind, and the branches made a rustling sound, as if to greet Liang Shangquan and welcome his arrival, Liang Shangquan looked and listened, and couldn't help but be stupid!