Veteran never die

Chapter 220 Those who go have unfulfilled ambitions, those who come should know how to work hard.

0220 The unfulfilled aspirations of the past, the efforts of the comers should be known.

Wang Liang narrated with emotion: "The huge waves are raging, and the waves are churning. Wang Faquan is desperately grabbing the cable and holding on to it. This is all he can do, if not for the remaining idea of ​​living , he is really finished."

Although he did not participate in the rescue of Wang Faquan, Wang Liang had an intuitive understanding through the descriptions of the soldiers who participated in the rescue.

Now, he just wants to share these with the submariners so that they can see how their predecessors struggled.

Share it with the majority of netizens. Perhaps military fans questioned why the management of the navy at that time was so chaotic, and even made such low-level mistakes.

History always has its own limitations, and the final conclusion cannot be changed.

But the sea soul left by the submarine soldiers can be passed on from generation to generation.

No one knows their names, and their deeds live forever!
"Hold on to the rope! Don't let go!"

"Pay attention to the sea surface and see if there are any other comrades who have come up."

"Quick, pull up, pull him up!"

The officers and soldiers on the warship were busy, some of them were responsible for rescuing Wang Faquan, while others were searching for other submariners on the sea.

"Hold on, don't let go, we'll drag you up!"

Wang Faquan couldn't hear what his comrades were shouting, but he knew that as long as he didn't let go of his hand, he was right.

Grab, grab, grab.

He no longer has the strength to climb up, so he can only rely on his comrades on the deck to pull and pull.

After a while, the rope pulled out the bones of the hand, causing an unforgettable pain.

"puff--"

Finally, Wang Faquan was rescued to the deck.

He vomited a few mouthfuls of blood and passed out completely.

"Hygienist! Hygienist! Come on, come on!"

Wang Liang continued: "Wang Faquan was rescued, and he became the only surviving soldier on the 418 submarine. Of the fifteen comrades who escaped with him, only four bodies were recovered, and the remaining ten disappeared into the vast sea."

"Let every drop of blood flow into the sea of ​​the motherland. This is the destination of the Republic's navy. Young soldiers have no chance to see the soaring China. Some of them are new fathers, and they don't even take a look at their own flesh and blood. They Some of them didn’t marry their wives, so they died like this, and their remains were never found. In their urns, there was only one military uniform, a navy uniform.”

In the 50s, a lot of waste was waiting to be done.

Everyone is full of energy and wants to work hard for the young republic. The country should be strong, and tomorrow is full of hope.

They have made mistakes and been impetuous, but there is one thing that cannot be denied. They, a group of people, died gloriously for the cause of the Republic.

Not heroic enough, rarely mentioned in later generations.

But in Wang Liang's view, these things need to be remembered and passed on from generation to generation.

Career is always uncompetitive.

Wang Liang looked at the submarine officers and soldiers present, and said: "Submarine No. 418 was salvaged two and a half months after the accident. She bid farewell to the sea of ​​the motherland forever, and was later placed on the playground of the Naval Submarine Academy in Haicheng. I think many of you have seen her, but maybe you don't know the story of 418."

The submarine officers and soldiers wiped away their tears and nodded.

Yeah, little is known about it.

The vast majority of them only knew that it was a wrecked submarine, and they didn't understand the whole thing.

Who said it wasn't heroic enough?

Wang Liang noticed that one of the officers and soldiers behaved a little differently.

Captain, he looked familiar, but Wang Liang just couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

In other words, they never met each other.

The captain's eye circles were red, and he looked towards the Zhoushan Islands, as if...
The troop commander noticed that Wang Liang's gaze fell on the soldier, and introduced: "Chief, that is the navigator on our submarine. His grandfather was Martyr Zhang Minglong, the captain of the No. 418 submarine. A week later his wife gave birth to a daughter, the mother of our navigator."

"Oh." Wang Liang suddenly realized and nodded.

No wonder it looks familiar, it turned out to be a descendant of old comrade-in-arms Zhang Minglong.

Wang Liang did not expect that the boy followed in the footsteps of his grandfather and joined the submarine force and became a navigator.

"Graduate students from key universities voluntarily enlist in the army after graduation, in order to be closer to their grandfather, who is an excellent navigator," said the troop captain.

"Yeah, his grandfather wasn't able to come back."

After all, Wang Liang continued facing all the officers and soldiers: "In the Martyrs Cemetery of the Zhoushan Islands, the largest archipelago in the motherland, there is a group of tombs that is particularly eye-catching. The group of tombs is located on the middle mountain road of the Martyrs Cemetery, standing in front of it , just in time to overlook the vast East China Sea.”

"The cemetery consists of 38 tombs, and on the front there is a bluestone stele with the words [Monument to the Martyrs of the [-] Troops] written in regular script on it."

"The epitaph is written on the back, [At the end of the year, 418 officers and soldiers of the 38 submarine of the Navy died heroically. The blood turns green. The stormy waves hit the shore, and the breath can be heard; the stars are in the sky, and the eyes can be caught.]”

"[Life and death are probabilistic, live to be a hero, die to be the soul of the sea, let go of the boat on the mountain, raise the flag to set the sea in the sea, wear blue waves on your shoulders, tie a long wind with you, screen down the southeast, guard the gate of the country, and be strong Ya!]”

Wang Liang proficiently read the epitaphs of the No. 418 submarine martyrs.

More precisely, recitation.

too familiar.

The Navy is Wang Liang's home. If you can't remember everything at home, what else can you remember?
"【In the past, the First Sino-Japanese War was humiliated for a hundred years, but now the Chinese fleet is sailing around the world. Between honor and disgrace, the power of the sea lies; the way of survival is to control the sea first. In order not to forget the history and show the future generations, adhering to the concern of the Navy, The mausoleum was rebuilt and the monument was rebuilt. Overlooking the city of Qiandao, the changes are changing with each passing day, indicating the voyage of thousands of miles, continuing the past and ushering in the future. Martyrs sacrificed their lives, even though they died, they still live.]”

At this point in the recitation, Wang Liang couldn't help raising his voice: "To control the sea and strengthen the army, who else can I do? Those who have gone before have unfulfilled ambitions, and those who come will know how to work hard!"

"The epitaph was added later. For quite a long time at that time, the 418 submarine was a secret. No deeds were left on the tombstone of the martyrs. Even today, many people, including locals in Zhoushan, have never known 58 years ago, a group of selfless and fearless Chinese submarine soldiers died in the vast East China Sea in order to explore the combat technical performance of submarines, a cutting-edge weapon at that time." Wang Liang introduced.

(End of this chapter)