Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 380 Correct Violation

That day, Li Zheng and the others went to a garbage dump.

This was originally planned. After dealing with the midway incident, they would go to the garbage dump and escort the garbage truck back to the camp.

A few brats went too.

Everything is clear.

So desperately, I just know that the camp is being repaired recently, but there are construction wastes when repairs are made.

Here, construction waste is also money, and someone collects it.

What's more, for these little black children, there are not only treasures such as construction waste and scrap iron in the garbage, but also a very precious thing-food.

But is that food?
You can say yes, or you can say no.

Most of the kitchen waste is food.

Li Zheng has eaten rotten things.

In the earthquake that year, he persisted under the rubble for a few days. Apart from drinking the water in the pot, he also ate the food that was overturned on the table.

The food started to go bad the next day.

In order to survive, Li Zheng endured eating.

He knows what that food tastes like.

If you are not extremely hungry, who will eat it!

The garbage dump is in a fork next to the asphalt road. Leave the asphalt road and follow the sandy road to the depths of the desert.

The sand is soft, and the dust raised by the garbage truck in front almost forms a large area of ​​dust, completely covering the rear car.

The road was rutted by cars, it was deep, and the uplifted sand rattled the chassis of the car from time to time.

At first, there were some small one-meter-high vegetation on the side of the road. After turning a few turns, the small vegetation was replaced by taller coniferous trees.

When he was approaching the garbage dump, Li Zheng saw two black vultures on the sand dunes not far away. Their appearance reminded Li Zheng of the 1993 Sudan famine when photographer Kevin Carter expressed the despair of the entire African continent. of that photo.

In that photo, a vulture stares down at a shirtless little girl, waiting to peck at her after she dies.

Many people have seen this photo.

The sewage dump designated by the United Nations L regiment is a relatively open site with a large cement-hardened garbage pit for storing solid garbage, and people come to clean it regularly.

After the garbage truck arrived, it started to reverse, put the dump truck against the cement pit, and then began to dump.

What shocked Li Zheng and the others most was not the garbage dump, but the dozens of children and some adults beside the garbage pit.

They gathered around the sidelines, their eyes fixed on the body of the garbage truck.

When the garbage in the dump truck poured out of it, before it was completely dumped, the people around it had already swarmed up. The situation was just like the situation when the emeralds in a southeast Asian country were opened.

But here is not emerald, just garbage.

Hou Jun shouted at them: "Don't go there! It's not safe yet! Wait a minute!"

There are a lot of messy things in the car, and it is dangerous to fall from a height of several meters and hit people.

Too bad no one listened.

Hou Jun's voice was drowned in the noise and was quickly covered up.

Fatty Wei hung his gun and stood there in a daze.

Perhaps in his opinion, what impacted him the most in this life was not the beauty of Xiangche before enlisting in the army, nor the Riwei that cost tens of thousands of bottles every night with his friends.

When the prosperity and wealth are taken for granted, people will forget that there are still poor people in this world.

Some people who are poorer than you can imagine.

A group of people who seem to live in two worlds with you.

Even if you look for it in the movie, you can't find such a shocking real situation.

No one spoke.

Words are not good enough to express emotion and shock.

Everyone just watched in silence, unable to do anything.

Suddenly, Li Zheng understood.

There are no people in the world who are not afraid of death or danger, only those who obsessively pursue something and forget the danger.

Soldiers are pursuing honor and responsibility.

And these local poor people are pursuing the right to survive.

Just the right to eat and live.

When Li Zheng and the others were so shocked at the garbage dump in the desert that they could not utter a word, in a room next to the command room of the camp, Commander Xia Zhiguo was sitting in front of his desk, drinking tea. The deputy commander, Han Jiangyuan, asked him: "Hou Jun and the others violated the discipline. Do you want them to write an inspection?"

Xia Zhiguo knew what Han Jiangyuan was talking about.

But this is really embarrassing...

If it is said that they violated the regulations, Hou Jun and those soldiers did violate them.

Giving food to locals without consent has been emphasized a long time ago, and it is not allowed to do so.

However, Xia Zhiguo felt that this matter had to be looked at twice.

If I were present, I might give it to be honest.

After a long time, he said slowly: "Old Han, the discipline of our soldiers is iron-like and cannot be violated. But why is our discipline formulated?"

Han Jiangyuan said: "Guarantee combat effectiveness and maintain image."

Xia Zhiguo said: "Then, do you see that what happened just now has any impact on our combat effectiveness and image?"

Han Jiangyuan shook his head: "No."

Xia Zhiguo finally concluded: "That's it, just tell them when you come back, don't write any inspection."

Han Jiangyuan said: "The people here are very poor. We can't help much. Just giving a little food won't do much. If you don't criticize, everyone will be full of sympathy and give it all. I'm afraid something will happen if there are too many times."

Xia Zhiguo didn't speak.

Han Jiangyuan said again: "Look, how to solve the problem of garbage truck transportation in the future? We can't let the local children steal garbage like this every day. We don't care about the garbage, it's too dangerous."

Xia Zhiguo said: "Yeah, it's dangerous... just to find something good earlier, to take such a risk... How about this, when the garbage truck goes out in the future, a team will go with it to ensure safety. It's really not good to dump it like this." ..."

Han Jiangyuan said again: "What about Hou Jun and the others?"

Xia Zhiguo took a sip of tea: "Are they okay?"

Han Jiangyuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "It's okay."

This garbage truck incident seems to be over.

But since that day, in order to prevent similar things from happening, every time the garbage truck goes out, a security team will follow to ensure that similar problems will not occur.

Li Zheng finally found out the name of the little black kid who sells chewing gum, and it's called Buma.

Also know some of his family situation.

Parents died in the war.

There is only one grandfather in the family.

Grandpa is old and sick all over, and can hardly work.

Boulma is now eight years old, and has been supporting herself since she was six, and she also has to support her grandfather along the way.

Picking up junk, going to military camps in various countries to sell chewing gum and discs are all means of making a living.

Of course, fear of garbage trucks too.

Pick up the waste from the garbage truck and sell it to the local scrap purchase boss. The car is given by the boss, and the mobile phone boss gives it.

The waste boss took it away, gave some money, and then picked up the food, and the friends shared it.

After the distribution, continue to sell chewing gum and discs in the camp.

Since he was able to support himself at the age of six, Li Zheng felt that Boulma was very good.

Bulma himself didn't feel anything.

His life has always been like this.

Li Zheng felt that Bulma was very pitiful.

Boulma didn't know that she was pitiful.

Soon, the peacekeeping battalion began to go out on duty and patrol, driving armored vehicles along a fixed route every day to observe whether there was friction between the government forces and the rebels, and stop them if found.

A few days later, the medical team finally arrived.

　These small stories about peacekeeping are true. When I wanted to write them, I collected information. One of my comrades who participated in peacekeeping provided a lot of information. He also provided the story of Boulma and the dump truck stealing garbage in the novel. It is very touching. There are many more short stories like this.

　　I checked the information on the Internet and found that during peacekeeping, local people rushed to dig through garbage and appeared in many peacekeeping camps.

　　Being poor is really a very terrible and very sad and sympathetic thing.

　　The vast majority of Chinese people sympathize with the weak. The Chinese say that "if you are poor, you will be good for yourself, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world." Now there is a "community with a shared future for mankind" initiative. Maybe you have gone to the past and seen poverty before you know the truth. .

　　Qiguan also went to the Sahara Desert and the Bedouin tribe in the hinterland of the desert. This is an ancient and poor nation, a wandering tribe without nationality, who live as nomads in the desert. A kind of hopeless poverty, like the sand in the desert, blowing wherever it goes.

　　Once upon a time, I saw a Bedouin woman walking hundreds of kilometers to the urban area with one camel and one person to sell some wool products she handmade. I don’t know how she got out of the desert. I met her on the side of the desert road. In a small shop here, she was begging for water and selling her things to tourists. I bought some and gave her a bottle of water. That's all I could do.

　　Although Qiguan used to be a soldier, he believes that peace is very precious. I hope those with great wisdom can find a way to avoid wars and resolve disputes in the future, so as to benefit mankind.

　　Finally, long live peace.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)