Veteran never die

Chapter 164 Use Your Life to Compose a Magnificent Triumph of Life
0163 Use life to compose a magnificent triumphant song of life
Enduring the severe pain, Li Xiangqun swam with all his might. After some groping, he finally found the exact location of the seepage opening of the gate.

And sealed it with sandbags.

After landing, the company commander saw that Li Xiangqun's feet were bleeding profusely, so he quickly called a hygienist to bandage him.

Company commander: "Come here, two people, help Xiang Qun down to rest."

How could Li Xiangqun agree: "No, company commander, I'm fine, I can continue to participate in the battle."

Yeah, the fight goes on.

Dangers were constantly coming from the entire embankment, how could he allow himself to be a deserter at this time?

Li Xiangqun and his comrades are busy. This is the battleground. There is a powerful enemy in front of you, and the motherland and people are behind you. You must not take a step back!
The next day, because of his outstanding performance in flood fighting and emergency rescue, the company party branch decided to develop Li Xiangqun as a party member.

On August 8, the sixth flood peak of the Yangtze River reached Jingjiang.

The water level soared to 45 meters!
Li Xiangqun and his comrades had no time to eat dinner, so they rushed to Nanping Embankment for emergency rescue.

until four in the morning the next day.

A ten-meter-long internal landslide suddenly occurred 9 meters south of the No. 300 company's operation area.

In an emergency, Li Xiangqun took the lead and jumped into the water, and hand in hand with his comrades, he built two human walls to protect the embankment.

On the morning of August 8, Li Xiangqun, who had fought against the flood all night, felt dizzy and felt very uncomfortable.

Unable to bear it any longer, he secretly found the hygienist and wanted to prescribe some cold medicine.

After taking the temperature, it was 39 degrees Celsius, high fever!

Li Xiangqun panicked. In order to be able to continue to participate in the subsequent rescue missions, he begged the health worker to keep him secret and not to disclose his condition to the instructor who urged him to see a doctor.

The hygienist couldn't resist him, so he nodded in agreement.

Li Xiangqun returned to his post after taking the quick-acting cold capsule.

"Everyone should know that in many cases, Western medicines treat the symptoms but not the root cause. They can alleviate the disease, but it does not mean that the medicine can cure the disease." Wang Liang said: "Li Xiangqun, who has a splitting headache, still insists on going to the front line to carry sandbags to block the pipeline. In pain, he found a rope and tied it around his head two or three times."

Li Xiangqun struggled under the scorching sun with his body braced, and finally persisted until the afternoon.

Suddenly, he felt that his head was so heavy that he couldn't lift it up, his feet were shaking, and he couldn't stand stably.

He wanted to sit down and rest for a while, but he couldn't exert any strength and fell directly to the ground.

I took my temperature again, and it was forty degrees Celsius.

Company commander: "Isn't this fucking fooling around? Send this kid to the regiment health team for an infusion!"

Li Xiangqun, who was unconscious, was admitted to the hospital.

On the 18th, a group of pipes was discovered in the Tianxing embankment section of Nanping Town, Public Security City.

The whistle for emergency assembly sounded, and the troops pulled.

Li Xiangqun, who was infusion, heard the whistle of the assembly, pulled off his infusion set, put on his clothes and ran to the embankment.

When he came to the embankment, he didn't talk nonsense, and he didn't say hello. Li Xiangqun picked up two sandbags and ran away.

With pain all over his body, he clenched his teeth and persisted, biting his lips with bloodstains.

Passed out again on the embankment.

Wang Liang: "Just like that, the restless Li Xiangqun ran up the embankment as soon as he heard the situation, and repeated back and forth three times. In his words: 'What time is this? How can I lie down so fast? Come on, I'm in a hurry!'"

August 1998, 8, a gloomy day.

A section of the Nanping embankment collapsed, causing a 70-meter landslide. The turbulent river water continued to impact the embankment, and there was a danger of collapse at any time.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, the officers and soldiers of the whole regiment went to the dangerous section of the Nanping embankment to rescue the emergency. Some waved shovels to load sandbags, and some carried sandbags on their shoulders and hands, working in full swing.

The busy instructor saw Li Xiangqun.

Instructor: "Li Xiangqun, go back quickly, the temperature has reached [-] degrees, do you want to die?"

Li Xiangqun: "Instructor, the situation is so urgent that the whole regiment is on board. I can't feel comfortable lying down in the hospital."

"No! You have to go back!" The instructor: "Where is the first squad leader? Let me take him back!"

Squad leader: "Yes!"

In this way, Li Xiangqun was sent away.

But within a few minutes, Li Xiangqun appeared on the dam again.

Li Xiangqun insisted on emergency rescue despite his illness, and he and his comrades filled sand and carried sandbags together.

Although he was extremely unwell, he still refused to fill in a shovel of sand, carry a sandbag, or run a step.

Seeing that his face was blue and his lips were purple, his comrades advised him to rest.

Li Xiangqun squeezed out a smile and said, "I'm fine, I just caught a cold, and the sweating will get better sooner."

Because of the emergency, the soldiers on the embankment were very busy, and after a while, they couldn't care about Li Xiangqun.

The story has come to an end, Wang Liang said: "At 11:[-] in the morning, Li Xiangqun, who was carrying two bags of sandbags, had blood from his nostrils, vomited blood in his mouth, and fell directly on the embankment. His comrades sent Li Xiangqun to the hospital. After more than half an hour of rescue, Li Xiangqun slowly opened his eyes."

"At this time, Li Xiangqun, whose vital signs are weak, asked the trainer: "Is the pipe blocked? Is it still sliding? Are there any tasks tonight?" The trainer was already in tears: "Xiang Qun, you can treat your illness with peace of mind , the embankment is all right. '"

"Because of extreme fatigue, he suffered from heart failure and extensive lung hemorrhage. After multiple rescue efforts, Comrade Li Xiangqun died at 1998:8 on August 22, 10. His life was fixed at 10 years and 20 days."

"The military age is one year and eight months, and the party age is eight days."

Comment area.

"Others pay attention to the length of life, but you choose the width of life, a pure fighter."

"The people of Hubei Province will never forget him!"

"Soldiers of the same year, fighting floods in the same year, salute to heroes who have never met before!"

"I don't know who you are, but I know who you are for."

"A week later, Comrade Li Xiangqun's memorial service was held. The venue was filled with wreaths, and the portraits of the martyrs were hung high on the dark blue banners. The elegiac couplet of 'Fighting the floods for the people will last forever, and protecting the embankment will last forever' Blowing in the wind."

The tearful Wang Liang continued to state the facts.

"At the memorial service, both of Li Xiangqun's parents came. After paying the first and last party fee of 2000 yuan for his son, his father donated 2 yuan in condolences to the disaster area. The only request the old couple made to the army was, I stayed to fight the flood for my son."

That's what my father said, and even more so.

On the night of August 1998, 8, the seventh flood peak of the Yangtze River broke out.

People saw a faltering figure carrying a sandbag on TV.

He was wearing camouflage, but unlike the soldiers around him, he had no rank.

That is Li Xiangqun's father, a man in his 40s, carrying sandbags and building embankments with his son's comrades-in-arms.

Fell down, struggled to get up, and kept going.

Not for anything else, just to follow his son's footsteps and get closer to him.

The old father wanted to experience what his son had experienced in the last few days of his life.

At this time, "For Whom" played again.

【Mud covered trouser legs】

【Sweat drenched the back of my clothes】

【I do not know who you are】

【But I know who you are for】

【For whom】

【For the autumn harvest】

【For the return of spring and wild geese】

【Sing full of passion and no regrets in youth】

【Who are you, for whom】

[When will you come back, my comrade in arms]

【Who is the most beautiful, who is the most tired】

(End of this chapter)