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Chapter 1020 Chapter 1031 Those Passionate Years ()

“Old man Huang, he didn’t stay on Anabru Island for long at all.

He knows nothing about it. He only knows what happened above when he asked me.

Old Man Huang only stayed for two months at most, and the training in the new barracks was initially completed. This guy disappeared one day. Because of the discipline of the army, I didn't feel like asking around, so I only knew that he had been transferred.

When I saw him again, it was already half a year later.

At that time, I was already the acting company commander of the 1st Company of the 5th Battalion of the 2nd Regiment. Suddenly the battalion headquarters asked me to pick up the new official. When I went there, I saw that it was this guy.

After asking in private, I found out that he had been transferred to the Political Department and had been trained by Master Lao Ma for half a year.

At that time, everyone didn’t know what Zhengwei was doing.

This guy was also exhausted. When he came down, he told me that from now on all the military work of the company would be mine. He just wanted to help me and take care of the little things in life.

Result? Later I realized that it was far from that simple. This old boy had great power. "

One day later, still here in Surabaya City, but in a high-end nursing home, Zhao Huifang met the third interview target.

Zhou Jianping and Mr. Zhou have also retired and returned to their hometown in Sishui to recuperate.

After the meeting, the two parties chatted for a few words and asked their old comrades what they had said in the previous interviews. They immediately shouted the above sentence.

In the following time, we talked about the time on Anabru Island.

That legendary army went through various difficult training processes before it became an army.

For example: There were too many poisonous insects on the island. One morning when I was running cross-country, I felt more and more dizzy as I ran. I originally thought I had a cold.

But in order not to slow down my training and learning progress, I gritted my teeth and held on all morning.

I also returned to the dormitory during the lunch break. After taking off my pants, I found out from the screams of Old Man Zheng that there were seven big leeches on the legs that had sucked the blood and swollen.

God! I don’t know how much blood it sucked from me.

It turned out that when I was running cross-country in the morning, I forgot to tighten my trouser legs and climbed up.

After this time, no matter how hot the weather was, everyone in my unit always had their buttons and trouser legs fastened tightly.

correct! Don't look at Old Man Huang, he looks like a dog all day long.

But in the second month, I almost died, not to mention it almost killed me too.

what happened? This old boy has dysentery.

In the environment at that time, although Instructor Xiong San and the others had always emphasized hygiene matters, such as maintaining personal hygiene, bathing every day, and not drinking raw water.

But it is inevitable that some people will have various problems.

After Old Man Huang got dysentery, he became extremely thin in just five or six days.

However, during that period of time, due to a big storm, ships could not go to sea for more than half a month, and supplies could not be delivered.

During that period of time, Master Fengrui took us to dig wild vegetables, hunt, and even almost killed his own horse.

In order to save some food and serve him as a sick meal, I haven't seen rice grains for more than a week.

As a result, when the storm finally subsided and the supplies arrived, I was so hungry that I ate two kilograms of rice in one go, almost stretching myself to death.

Tell me, did this kid almost kill me?

Hearing this, Zhao Huifang couldn't help but laugh out loud as she heard "Puch~".

However, I laughed and laughed, but I still strongly felt the strong comradeship between these old people; the kind that could sacrifice one's life for each other.

At the same time, I also had a bold idea in my mind.

It would be better to create a special program based on the different perspectives of eight people who were in the same dormitory and embarked on the wave of the era at the same time.

For this reason, after returning home that day, I reported this idea to the superiors and received full support from my superiors.

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Two days later, they met another and fourth interviewee in the family area of ​​a factory in Northeast China. After repeated confirmations, Zhao Huifang believed that the old man in front of him, wearing washed-out old-style work clothes and helping people repair bicycles for free, was the Xie Mingyi they were looking for.

wrong! Mr. Xie is now called Zhang San.

The reason why he now has such a ubiquitous name is because he is currently trying to get the dog-beating stick out of him in order to take the lead in the Gobi Desert.

Success gave the flower growers the greatest confidence that no one dared to provoke.

Zhang San, or Mr. Xie, he worked anonymously in that inhospitable place for seventeen years.

By the time all the work was completed and he could return to work in a big city, he had become accustomed to being called Zhang San and was too lazy to change it back to his original name.

At this free bicycle repair shop, the old man's face seemed to light up when he talked about the period when he first started working.

When I first started working, by today's standards, I had the educational level of a first-year high school student. What did I know?

The first time I saw Lord Shifang (the pseudonym of Cross), after he was given a complete set of construction drawings of those factories, his eyes were completely black and he couldn't understand anything.

Thinking of Sect Master Hu's strict requirement that this factory must be completed and put into operation within three months, I was so anxious that I almost cried.

Then Master Shifang said, if you don’t understand, learn from him, learn from him, read books and learn by yourself. If you don’t have enough time, work overtime. The stupid bird will fly first.

In the next three months, 27 of us students followed Master Shifang and plunged into the 807 Factory in the mountains.

When I'm hungry, I eat a bowl of lunch from the canteen.

I was sleepy and just fell asleep on the construction site.

Even after getting sleepy, he fell down next to the half-installed machine. After sleeping for three or four hours, he got up and continued working.

It finally took two months and twenty-six days to successfully produce the first batch of picric acid gunpowder.

In less than three months, I feel I have learned more than I have in more than ten years.

Is it bitter? A little bit. At that time, I realized that my whole body stinked. After taking a shower, I weighed myself and lost 17 pounds.

But Mr. Cross, he was much thinner than us. It is said that he slept for 29 hours before waking up after returning. He almost scared the orderly who took care of him to death...

Five days later, at the Martyrs’ Mausoleum in Surabaya City.

Zhao Huifang met the fifth interview target this time, and among the eight people in the same dormitory, Mr. Huang and Mr. Zheng, the last person who could be interviewed so far: Zhang Huacai.

The other three have become names and tombstones in the mausoleum.

It's a pity because I was told about Mr. Zhang's work before I came here, which involves a lot of content that has not yet been declassified, or may even never be declassified.

In this interview, what they could talk about was quite limited.

Moreover! Based on the various dangerous environments that the other party has experienced, Zhao Huifang believes that even if she wants to know something confidential, she can't trick it out with words.

In the end, she could only ask in a pleasant manner: "Mr. Zhang, you old comrades are all in good health~"

"Of course, because we are living on behalf of more old comrades, it may be their heroic spirits that have been blessing us." After hearing this, Mr. Zhang said with a smile.

Then, Zhao Huifang wanted to cry.

I have a clearer understanding of such a passionate era.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Huifang and others broke up with Mr. Zhang.

Just when I was leaving the mausoleum, I saw a Chinese-Dutch mixed-race driver who was familiar with them and had rented a car for a while. He was walking in with his family and a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

After saying hello, Zhao Huifang pointed to the flowers in his hand and asked: "Mr. Danke, what are you doing?"

"Oh, come and pay homage to my grandfather, to be more precise, my god-grandfather Daniel; he is a Dutchman and has served in the Xuange Camp Fleet for many years.

Because he was never married, he adopted my father after he retired in his later years. "

After hearing this, the mixed-race boy said in his mouth while waving a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in his hand, that bouquet of white chrysanthemums bloomed very brilliantly and beautifully...

(End of this chapter)