Veteran never die

Chapter 259 Veteran, Good Soldier

0260 Veteran, good soldier

Before this, most people did not know Wang Shuguang.

For them, this is a passerby.

If you look more closely, you will find that he has no legs and is equipped with prosthetics.

Few people know the story behind him. The smoke of the war has dissipated for nearly 30 years, and he lived an ordinary life.

Flowers, applause, praise, never extravagant.

Who will remember that the "Liberation Army Daily" once published a front-page headline dedicated to Wang Shuguang, which wrote: "The platoon leader of college students has made great achievements in the frontier, and he sang all the way when he lost his feet and was carried down."

Wang Shuguang was awarded first-class military exploits, an honor he would never get during the preparations for war.

Wang Shuguang recalled: "During the time I was hospitalized, honorary certificates and medals from society and the army poured in and hung all over the walls. I could also receive letters from time to time. At that time, my heart was very complicated. I couldn’t sleep all night. I was thinking, I’m a soldier, without two legs, without a finger to pull the trigger, how can I continue to participate in the battle? How can I perform the duties of a soldier?”

Although he was still alive, Wang Shuguang's heart was dead. Facing his mutilated body, he fell into a deep depression.

He couldn't imagine what else he could do without his uniform.

There are always bitter and unknown stories behind the fighting heroes. They always present the best side in the public's field of vision, and bear the heavy burden of sadness by themselves.

"It was one of my comrades who really pulled me back from my depression and made him determined to stand up and continue fighting. It was the little soldier who kept crying and shouting to keep me awake after I was blown up by a landmine. "

"On the fifth day after my operation, a shell landed at his feet on the battlefield. At the age of 17, his life will always be fixed at the age of 17, and he will stay in Laoshan forever."

When it came to the sad part, Wang Shuguang was already in tears.

Li Yongquan is only 17 years old, and it is time for him to grow up. Because of the difficult frontline conditions, his nutrition has not been able to keep up, and his weight is only 110 kilograms.

In view of his physical condition, the squad leader arranged to be mainly responsible for transporting ammunition, food, medicine, letters and other materials, and later took on the task of transporting the wounded and the remains of martyrs from the front line.

Just imagine, a skinny body needs to carry shells weighing dozens of kilograms across mountains and ridges. The terrain of Laoshan is obvious to all.

The slopes are almost always greater than 45 degrees. Not to mention carrying heavy loads, it is enough to kill people without the protection of ropes.

Shuttle between the front line and the rear, in order to prevent being discovered by the enemy, go wherever it is difficult to go.

There are dozens of round trips every day, more than a dozen shells, and heavy bullet boxes.

At the age of 17, a child who has not yet grown up, grew up as a soldier of the Republic during the war.

"This is a photo of Li Yonggou." As he said, Wang Shuguang took out old photos from his pocket.

They are all laminated, and it can be seen that he cherishes them very much and regards them as treasures.

Li Yongquan transported shells across mountains and ridges.

Li Yongquan stood guard in front of the position.

Li Yongquan shuttled through the grass with a box on his back.

Is so young, is so delicate.

When I saw the photos, I even thought about what it would have been like if he hadn't sacrificed, if he had walked down from the battlefield alive.

Nearly fifty years old, he talked and laughed happily with relatives and friends at the wine table on the first day of the new year. His wife may not be pretty enough, but she must be very kind.

There must be a child, two, no, it should be one, and there is a family planning policy.

People like Li Yongquan shouldn't care about boys and girls. They are the same when they have boys and girls, and they will love their children the same.

But all of these disappeared with the bang of that cannonball, disillusioned.

He should have had a good future, perhaps as a cadre in his hometown, Rao County, Hebei Province, or as a middle-level leader in a state-owned enterprise in Beijing.

At the age of 17, he didn't even have the opportunity to go around the big city.

Wang Shuguang: "Whenever I think that the brother who brought me back from the brink of death is no longer there, and just left like this, my heart will ache."

"Platoon leader, as long as you keep your eyes open, we will definitely carry you back alive!" The words Li Yongquan shouted echoed in Wang Shuguang's ears from time to time.

"At this time, I suddenly realized that I can no longer be depressed, I must cheer up, stand up and continue to fight. Because my life not only belongs to me, but also belongs to those who risk their lives Of the comrades who brought me back from the front. Many of them died in the fighting that followed."

"I don't just want to live for myself, I also want to live for them! I want to continue their uncompetitive career, and I, Wang Shuguang, will take care of their wives and children."

Wang Shuguang's words were full of firmness and confidence.

He didn't just say that, he did it for more than 30 years.

No one forced him to do these things, there would be no material rewards, on the contrary, considerable energy and money would be required.

When hearing this, netizens were already crying so hard.

Why have they never heard of these things?
Shock, deep shock.

How many soldiers like Wang Shuguang and Li Yongquan are there?

The Malipo Martyrs Cemetery is the answer. The Jiangzhi Martyrs Cemetery, Nanshan Martyrs Cemetery, Shifaka Mountain Martyrs Cemetery, Fangcheng Martyrs Cemetery, Guangxi Napo Martyrs Cemetery, Jingxi Martyrs Cemetery, Chongzuo Martyrs Cemetery, Hekou Shuitou Martyrs Cemetery.
The hundreds of martyrs' cemeteries in the motherland are the best answer.

It's not that there is no justice and kindness in this world, it's just that you didn't explore it with your heart.

In any case, these things will eventually be passed down from generation to generation in the inconceivability of many people.

There will always be good people who are kind and full of justice.

Wang Shuguang's story continues.

In the 30 years since he lost his legs, he has been working hard and overcoming endless difficulties.

In order to be able to stand and walk as normal, he has undergone more than a dozen operations, large and small.

A dozen surgeries?
What kind of concept is that?What kind of experience?
Spinal numbness a dozen times.

When the needle was inserted into the spine more than a dozen times, the cerebrospinal fluid leaked due to the puncture of the dura mater.

Complications such as headaches and back pains followed one after another.

That kind of pain, ordinary people can't feel it at all.

I have already lost my legs, my back hurts so much that it is difficult to walk upright, and my head hurts from time to time.

(End of this chapter)