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Chapter 16 The Living Fighting Hero

The old green-skinned train was parked on the long rails, the doors opened one by one, and large groups of troops rushed out.

The large group of people gathered, military uniforms, red flags, and the yellow ocean formed a continuous piece. Under the setting sun, the ground was crowded with people, mixed in such a huge team, Xu Qing was shocked in his heart.

I couldn't tell from the train, but when I got off the train, I found that there were more than a thousand soldiers in more than a dozen carriages of this train.

Thousands of footsteps are not deliberately neat, but just gathering together is an oppressive force, thousands of breaths, thousands of people surrounded by a wall can make him feel a sense of peace.

"All ministries gather at their respective divisions! All ministries gather at their respective divisions!"

Someone was shouting with a loudspeaker.

The open space of the station seems to have been transformed into a temporary training playground, where more advance troops who have already arrived are stationed here. There are military camps everywhere, and some have already set up camp for training.

At a glance, there may be more than tens of thousands of people.

Wu Qianli took a look, and quickly found the location of the attack group, and turned around and shouted:
"Seven companies, follow me closely! This way!"

"Yes!"

Xu Qing looked at everything strange and full of age around him, and when he was a little distracted, he couldn't help but slow down.Lei Gong immediately realized: "You child, you are in my artillery platoon, where are you going now? Hurry up and keep up with the team!"

"it is good……"

Seeing that the team was ahead, Xu Qing quickened his pace.

But at this moment, there was a faint singing voice in the crowd of other teams in the rear:

"Forward, forward, forward, our team to the sun..."

"Standing on the land of the motherland, carrying the hope of the nation..."

Yu Congrong was the first to notice, he looked back:
"Company commander, it's the artillery battalion!"

Wu Qianli: "Then we can't fall behind?"

Yu Congrong immediately understood, threw the package to Pinghe, jumped up and waved his fists high: "Brothers, can we lose to Paoying?"

Qilian: "I can't!"

Yu Congrong: "Let's have one too, I'll start, okay?"

"it is good!"

Xu Qing followed the cannon platoon at the back, and before he could hear it clearly, there was a round of applause from the front.

Then, he heard Yu Congrong's broken gong-like voice resounding through the crowd:
"Forward! Forward! Forward! Comrades, get ready, get—"

The soldiers of the Seventh Company roared loudly:
"Forward! Forward! Forward! Our team to the sun!"

"Standing on the land of the motherland, carrying the hope of the nation!"

"We! We are an invincible force..."

"Speak louder, louder!" Yu Congrong waved his arms high among the crowd, as if commanding, with a particularly happy face.

This song is called "March of the People's Liberation Army". Someone sang it on the train. Xu Qing walked in the crowd and listened to such a song of the times, feeling inexplicable.

In this era, the song "Arrogant, High-spirited, Across the Yalu River" has not yet been born, and it seems that this is the only song sung by troops from all over the world.

A group of rough guys sang, almost shouting with their heads up. It wasn't very beautiful, and sometimes they weren't even in tune, but they were powerful enough and pure.

The soldiers of this era have the simplest motivation to serve the country, and are not affected by the impurities of the snake business, and have a particularly pure power.

Like the contagious power of singing.

Beside Xu Qing, Lei Gong also hummed softly, not only the Seventh Company, but also the other troops of the Ninth Corps around him began to sing along slowly.

"Listen! The wind is howling the bugle..."

"Listen! How loud the revolutionary song is..."

"Comrades are marching in unison to the battlefield of liberation..."

"Comrades march to the frontiers of the motherland in unison..."

The voices are in unison, and the hearts of the people gather together.

The high-pitched and exciting singing echoed over the station, and the Seventh Company and other troops returned to their battalion headquarters in this atmosphere.

The camp is a row of private houses, with a temporary signboard "Second Battalion and Seventh Company" hanging, and a few people are standing at the door and walking over.

Wu Qianli was acquainted with the leading officer, and after a brief chat, he found out about the next arrangement-the order of the division: no comment, rest in place.

Thousands of miles speechless.But the officer really didn't know, and asked repeatedly to no avail, so he had to send the other party away.He looked at Qilian's eyes:

"...We have arrived. The higher-ups ordered us to temporarily rest in Shandong. Everyone put away their luggage. The newly issued weapons and supplies will arrive soon. Don't run around and make all possible preparations. That's it, disband first!"

So Qilian went in one by one with their own packages, inside was still Datong shop, with bare earthen beds, no bedding and furniture, and no one disliked it, it had long been used to it.

Xu Qing picked a place by the window, put down the bag, still carried the gun behind her back, and prepared to go outside for a breath of fresh air.
As soon as he went out, Wu Qianli hugged a middle-aged officer at the gate of the camp, and then leaned against the corner to chat.

Qianli: "Isn't your battalion supposed to arrive, a batch earlier than ours?"

The man shook his head: "Yes. But I'm not here. I went to Beijing and I just came back yesterday. After I arrived at the station with Yang Gengsi and Zhou Wenkai, I realized that the troops had already headed for Shandong. Let's get on the train to catch up. So I rushed to the station." On the same train as you."

Qianli nodded: "Yes, you went to Beijing to be commended..."

Suddenly he remembered something, raised his head suddenly, his tone was a little excited: "Did you see it?"

Man: "See you. Very close."

Qianli: "So did you shake hands?"

"No, there are many people present, I dare not disturb his old man's work..."

As he was listening, a familiar voice came out next to him:

"Xiao Wanli, what are you looking at?"

——This familiar smell of broken copper gongs.

"Yu Congrong." Xu Qing didn't even bother to turn his head: "You are also in your twenties, can you be normal?"

"I'm normal... Hey, let's talk about the battalion commander?"

Yu Congrong jumped up and waved his hands happily: "I, Lao Yu, Yu Congrong!"

"Talking about the battalion commander..." Xu Qing was surprised, "Is this the living fighting hero?"

He was far away, so he didn't notice the face just now.

"Yes, it's him!"

Yu Congrong introduced: "He is also a sharpshooter from our Seventh Company, the commander of the Third Battalion, Tan Ziwei, a truly unbeatable hero! When he was still in the Eighth Route Army, he killed countless enemies with one shot. In Huaihai He made great contributions again, and was later promoted to battalion commander, a national first-class battle hero! Pinghe, me, and your elder brother and second brother's marksmanship were all taught by him!"

there.

Tan Ziwei and Wu Qianli also heard the shout, and they looked over one after another.

Tan Ziwei smiled: "Is Yu Congrong still there?"

Qianli shook his head: "I can't die! He is very strong."

"That's right." Tan Ziwei nodded, took a puff of a cigarette, "The kid next to you is also from Qilian, why haven't you seen him?"

Qianli: "...is from Qilian. His name is Wu Wanli."

Tan Zi was shocked, and looked at him: "Your family? Don't you think death is not enough?"

Qianli was helpless: "What can I do, he sneaked over by himself and stopped the commander's car."

"Hehe, stubborn enough. Like your Wu family."

Qianli was noncommittal, and waved from a distance. Xu Qing was also watching, and heard three words from his silent mouth:
Get over here.

He was a little annoyed, but walked over anyway.

When he got closer, he could see Tan Ziwei's appearance clearly, with a square face, thick lips, a tough face under a circle of light stubble, and small eyes but extraordinarily energetic.If he forced him to describe it, he could only say that he felt a little uncomfortable all over his body as if he was being stared at by an eagle.

Tan Ziwei was smoking a cigarette, the soft case had a rose painted on it, which Xu Qing didn't quite recognize.

come forward.He looked very aggressive at first glance, but his tone was very gentle when he spoke:
"Little devil, how old are you?"

"It's an adult." Xu Qing looked up at him: "...not a kid."

Tan Ziwei laughed out loud:
"Do you know what it's like to fight?"

Xu Qing didn't bother him either: "You know, I haven't tried it before, so I don't dare to say I know much about it. But with a gun, I have confidence."

"That is to understand."

"Do you dare to shoot at the enemy?"

"dare."

Tan Ziwei raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Qianli: "You still look like an adult?"

Qianli sighed: "At this time last year, he was still playing with mud."

Tan Ziwei shook his head: "That was last year. People will grow, he can understand this, it's better than going to the battlefield and dying directly."

"I understand..." Qianli turned his head, "Go to Pinghe, I have already applied to the battalion for target shooting training, and it is in the playground in the north, go to practice early."

Xu Qing nodded: "OK."

He turned back with his gun on his back, and went back to find Pinghe and the others.The private houses on the left and right sides of the road were also full. He saw many soldiers hurrying along the road, Sichuan dialect, Beijing dialect, mixed with various dialects rang out around them.

A sense of urgency arises spontaneously.

Counting the days, today is October 29th, and the Seventh Company is almost the last batch of troops to arrive in Shandong.He doesn't know when the battle will be fought, but he knows: the war may be coming soon.

(End of this chapter)