Veteran never die

Chapter 149
0148 Anyone who has been a soldier knows it
It is really difficult to see the desolate days at the edge at a glance. Thinking that there will be green trees to accompany them to stand guard and watch together in the near future, the simple and kind-hearted border guards are all happy.

But the reality is very cruel.

The surroundings of the outpost are mostly covered with gravel, and the soil below is very alkaline, and there is no water source nearby. In such an environment, it is difficult for saplings to survive.

Thinking of this, the cheering soldiers felt heavy again.

I got it, but lost it in the next second. This kind of feeling is very bad.

Here, isolated from the world.

The appearance of the small saplings made the soldiers see hope, adding a little color to the boring days.

but.
Faced with such a cruel reality, the soldiers were not discouraged.

Because they are PLA soldiers, indomitable PLA soldiers.

Whenever the task of guarding the sentry is completed, the soldiers will take turns to dig fertile black soil more than ten kilometers away, and then carry it back to the guard post.

This cycle repeats until it is enough to plant the ten small saplings.

On the day of tree planting, the officers and soldiers rushed to dig a hole, and then planted black soil and watered the trees with their backs. Young white poplars lined up happily in front of and behind the houses of the outpost.

In order to allow these ten young saplings to grow up as soon as possible, the soldiers changed their original practice of carrying water to the Burgan River five kilometers away once a week.

Change to a backwater trip every day.

It sounds like nothing, but who knows.

Whether it is the severe cold winter or the gentle summer, there has never been a break.

At the same time, the soldiers also changed their living habits. They didn't use soap when they washed their faces every day, and they didn't use washing powder when they washed their clothes.

In this way, the used water can be saved and used to irrigate the young white poplars.

The soldiers have been working hard, but even so, two months later, because of the unbearable drought, high temperature and sandstorm, nine of the small white poplars died one after another.

Only one left.

Only the small poplar sapling closest to the post is still fighting against the harsh natural environment.

If the military flag does not fall, the battle will continue.

The kind-hearted soldiers were heartbroken by this incident, the training was boring, and the food was tasteless.

In the hearts of the soldiers, those ten little poplar saplings have long become their closest comrades-in-arms.

They have life and warmth, and nine of them died on the border of the Republic. Like Sun Longzhen, they are also martyrs.

Martyrs of the Republic!

Finally, under the careful care of the soldiers, the only remaining little white poplar grew vigorously day by day.

Against the background of the luxuriant poplar trees, the small post is more green and vibrant, while the officers and soldiers live a fuller and more fulfilling life accompanied by the rustling poplar trees from time to time. happy.

Wang Liang: "This is a true story that happened at the Tusti border post in [-]."

Comment area.

"Thanks to the old chief! Let me know the martyr Sun Longzhen and the story of little Baiyang."

"Anyone who has been a soldier knows it!"

"Our regiment!! The Sixth Border Defense Regiment of Tacheng District, Xinjiang Province, 204 Tasti Frontier Defense Company!!!"

"I was a soldier in 1980 who joined the army in [-]. The army was in Yecheng, Xinjiang Province. After three months of recruit training, we dug tree trenches and planted poplar trees on the Gobi Desert next to the barracks. For more than half a month, we lived forever. memorable!"

"I used to be a soldier guarding the snowy frontier in the northeast. I made a special trip to this place four years ago when I was working in Xinjiang Province for aid in the construction of Suzhou Province. I was very impressed. We set off from Alashankou to Hejiao Overcome the checkpoint, enter the national defense road at the left fork, and follow the barbed wire fence on the China-Kazakhstan border all the way to the Xiaobaiyang post, which is desolate with a kind of sadness.”

"I was very moved. I thought "Little Baiyang" was just a song, but I never expected that there are so many stories in it. Martyr Sun Longzhen, officers and soldiers of the border post, and those who fought and sacrificed for the frontier cause of the Republic To those who have dedicated themselves, I express my highest respect to you!"

After listening to Wang Liang's narration, netizens were deeply moved.

Wang Liang didn't mention the name Sun Longzhen, so few people knew about it.

Some people have heard of Little Baiyang Outpost, but that's all.

"A small white poplar grows next to the outpost, with deep roots and strong leaves guarding the frontier. The little white poplar back then has deep roots and lush leaves, and the people's soldiers will always be rooted in the frontier. Recalling those days, with lofty aspirations, and seeing the strength of the motherland today, The people are safe and healthy!" Wang Liang's emotions rose, and the sharing of memories was also a wonderful moment.

Wang Liang continued to narrate: "Later, Comrade Liang Shangquan from the creative team of the Song and Dance Troupe of the General Political Department went to the Tasti outpost to collect songs. He was moved by the deeds of Xiao Baiyang and wrote the song "Little Baiyang". Yan Weiwen sang "Little Baiyang". Overnight, this song made the border post widely known, and Xiao Baiyang became a symbol of the soldiers on the border."

Speaking of this, Wang Liang remembered another anecdote and made a supplement.

In [-], the poet Liang Shangquan went to Beijing to attend the National People's Congress.

After the meeting adjourned, he returned to Wushi with the special car of the Hubei delegation.

In the soft sleeper compartment of Liang Shangquan, there is also a leader of the People's Liberation Army with a gold star on his shoulder, a general.

The two were not familiar with each other at first, and Liang Shangquan also seemed very reserved, until the chief asked what Liang Shangquan did for work, which broke the silence in the carriage.

Liang Shangquan: "Report to the chief, I am engaged in writing."

"Oh? Then what have you written?" The chief raised his eyebrows, and suddenly became interested.

All his life as a soldier, he only loved literature.

Faced with the old chief's question, Liang Shangquan was flattered, and quickly replied: ""The Noisy Plateau", "The Blooming Land", "Clouds in Yunnan", "Sent Between Bashan and Shushui", "Red Cloud Cliff", these are the ones I have published. Several collections of poems, as well as film and television scripts "Magic Emerald", "Avalokitesvara" and "Panda Walks with Me."

"En." Although the old headmaster had never read or watched these collections of poems and TV series, out of respect for art workers, the old man still nodded.

Liang Shangquan is not a person without eyesight. Knowing what is going on, it is a bit embarrassing.

Until the car was turned on, the music was played.

The announcer announced in a high-pitched voice: "Please enjoy the song "Little Baiyang" below.",

Liang Shangquan casually said to the chief: "I also wrote this song."

The chief, who had already taken off his military cap and was unbuttoning his military uniform, looked a little dignified after hearing Liang Shangquan's words.

Immediately the chief put on the buttons of his military uniform again, put on his military cap, stood at attention in the carriage, saluted Liang Shangquan with a snap, and said, "Thank you for writing a good song for our soldiers!"

(End of this chapter)