Chapter 38 Chapter fifteen

Lin Qiming lay powerlessly in Fei Xingyuan's arms, like an obedient child, letting Fei Xingyuan and Tu Guoqiang clumsily bandage the wounds on his head and neck.There was no bandage, and the cloth used to bind the wound was torn from someone's uniform.Fei Xingyuan and his brothers originally wanted to inform Captain Rostow to send him to the out-of-camp health center, but he resolutely refused, telling Fei Xingyuan and his brothers intermittently, let’s raise the flag!He was going to take one last look at the flag he had fought for.Fei Xingyuan and his brothers were probably aware of his injury, and agreed to his last request with tears in their eyes.

With the national flag in his arms, he felt a burst of joy and relief.He lived too hard and was too tired. Today, it is his honor and happiness to be able to fall on this solid land with the national flag.As a Chinese soldier, he resolutely assumed all the responsibilities and morals he should bear while he was alive, and no one can make up his faults.He is not overwhelmed by responsibility and morality, which is something to be proud of.Now that he has fallen, the responsibility and morality on him have disappeared.He no longer needs to represent the country and the nation, and no longer needs to be responsible to anyone or any cause. He will step into the threshold between life and death as a person, a Chinese named Lin Qiming.Undoubtedly, this is a kind of relief, like an ox with a heavy yoke, the weight off its back.

Only then did I realize that in my bones I longed for death.He should really say "thank you" to Niu Kangnian who launched a death attack on him.While Niu Kangnian pushed him to death, he also freed him and gave him the freedom to be an independent person.And before that, he was actually the least free.Although he was in an isolated military camp with his brethren, who could live as individuals to varying degrees, he could not. His individuality did not exist. And the morality of the nation is imprisoned. If it’s just that, it’s fine. The fatal problem is that he lives like this alone, and he also hopes that his brothers will live like this; he bears the morality of the country and the nation, and falls into a double predicament. The morality of the country and the nation.Fei Xingyuan and many brothers persuaded him, but he still refused to listen. This decided his fate today, and decided that Niu Kangnian, Li Kangnian, Wang Kangnian and his like would inevitably murder him...

But I don't regret it, and I don't regret it when I go to Jiuquan.If he becomes a soldier again in the next life, fights the Japanese devils again, and visits the Ninth Chinese Military Battalion again, he will still choose this way of life.Although those who bear the suffering of the nation are doomed to end badly, a nation cannot live without such iron shoulders. A nation without iron shoulders is doomed to perish.Only those who know what to do when the nation is in crisis are the real people.A nation composed of these true men is an invincible nation. Feeling excited again, he struggled to stand up, but was held down by Fei Xingyuan.Fei Xingyuan asked him not to move, saying that the flagpole had been erected and the flag would be raised immediately.

Remember the flag.He raised his hand and tremblingly touched his bosom. Fei Xingyuan understood, moved his hand away, and took out the national flag soaked in his sweat and blood from his arms.Fei Xingyuan cried when he showed the national flag to him. He put his hand on the national flag and stroked it, saying: "Up... Let's go up!" Fei Xingyuan wiped away the tears on his face, gave him a military salute, and replied: "yes!" He added: "Put...lift me into the queue...column! You...you preside over the raising...of the flag raising ceremony, you...you are the battalion deputy!"

Fei Xingyuan nodded, and ordered Tu Guoqiang and Xiao Huozi to put him in the queue. Xiao Huozi cried like a tear, and he didn't have the strength to stop him.Bai Kequn took the initiative to come to help, and together with Tu Guoqiang, gently carried him to the first row of the queue and stood down. He couldn't stand at all, his whole body seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't help falling down.The neck is sore and soft, unable to support the heavy head.Xiao Huozi sobbed and lifted his chin.He saw the national flag being tied to the hemp rope on the flagpole, and saw the 14-meter-high flagpole. He measured the flagpole to be 14 meters. It was cut in two and placed in a bungalow. In the room of the desk.He got it and made a sheath for the joint out of a thin rolled-up copper sheet.The lower end of the flagpole is as thick as a bowl, but the wood at the bottom is rotten. I don’t know if the hemp rope will break when the national flag is raised.He was a little worried.

And the flag. The national flag was thrown by a young man in a gray shirt on the fourth floor of the apartment building.The young man is like a college student, but also like a teacher.On that day in early August, he lay on the window sill in the north and looked up the apartment building, looking for the familiar little girl, but saw the young man.With an idea, he took out the cigarette case, took out the cigarettes, and wrote a sentence on the cigarette case: "'August 13' is coming, can you make us a national flag?" Then, he folded the cigarette case into an airplane and threw it away past.The plane landed in the alley, and the smart young man hurried to the alley to pick up the plane.On the second night, the young man threw over the national flag with a bag of fine tobacco wrapped in it.

After the national flag was tied up, Fei Xingyuan yelled the command to stand at attention, then put on his front hat, and walked to the position where he stood at attention when he led his brothers to raise the flag spiritually.He could see Fei Xingyuan's slightly sideways face.There were tears on that face, and the teardrops looked like a small sun under the sun.He felt that this was not good, very bad. Today was the first time Fei Xingyuan led the exercise in front of the queue as the supreme commander of the whole battalion. The little sun should not appear on the commander's face, it would Damage the majesty of a commander.

Now Fei Xingyuan is supporting this world.The moral responsibility to the nation was taken off his shoulders and put on Fei Xingyuan's shoulders.He hopes that Fei Xingyuan's shoulders are stronger and stronger than his shoulders, and that Fei Xingyuan can outlast him when taking on this heavy responsibility, until this war ends with the victory of human freedom and dignity . Fei Xingyuan is really good. With tears in his eyes, he solemnly announced that starting today, he is responsible to all comrades and brothers in the Ninth Chinese Military Battalion, and is also responsible for the consequences of raising the flag after the casualties occurred.

Fei Xingyuan turned around and stood at attention with a standard soldier's action, facing the east. Fei Xingyuan ordered the music to be played, the flag was raised, and put his left hand close to the brim of the military cap, just like he did in the past when he raised the flag mentally. The national flag was hoisted little by little amidst imaginary military music.The military music is imaginary, but the national flag is very real. On the national flag are his sweat, his blood, and all the loyalty he has gathered this year. Like an ordinary soldier, he stood in the ranks of soldiers and saluted the national flag.In the east where the national flag is raised, the bloody sun is jumping out of a sea of ​​fiery red clouds, and the white sun on the national flag is reflected blood red.

He suddenly felt that he was not being supported to stand in a queue on a memorial day, but standing on the Dexin company building, standing in front of the windows with sacks, and telling Lieutenant Colonel Braddick a story about China. s story. The national flag rose to the top of the flagpole, and the warm summer morning wind bulged the entire flag.The flag fluttered, covering the rising sun in the east.The sun is still visible, behind the national flag, through a layer of brilliant blue latitude and longitude, showing a flashing outline and brilliance.It is probably not a coincidence that two suns—one spiritual sun and one real sun are superimposed on one flag, but some kind of symbol. Solemn promise. Tears welled up in his eyes, he let go of Xiao Huozi's hand on his chin, raised his head high, looked at the national flag, at the sun, at the free blue sky without clouds, and laughed.He saw himself in the flag, and he felt that he was that flag.He laughed for a long time, and felt that his laughter was very loud and surprising. The strange thing was that even he himself didn't hear that surprising laughter. He only heard Xiao Huo calling Deputy Fei Ying in a crying voice. Fei Xingyuan announced the end of the ceremony, and strode towards him. When he saw Fei Xingyuan, he also saw Captain Rostow running over from the gate of the camp, along with dozens of soldiers and patrolling officers.Rostow seemed to have blown his whistle, the whistle was sharp and long. All this has nothing to do with him. How to protect the national flag, how to explain the death of him and Niu Kangnian, how to lead the brothers of the Ninth Chinese Military Battalion to go on the future path, all belong to the deputy of Fei Xingyuan It's over. When Fei Xingyuan rushed to him, he finally said: "I'm too...too tired, I want to sleep...sleep." Fei Xingyuan cried out: "Old Lin, you...you can't die! You can't die!" He had long since thought about the question of life and death.He really just wanted to sleep, then get up, and do another vigorous job.He looked at Fei Xingyuan and smiled calmly, closed his eyes, and fell asleep forever under the sky with the national flag fluttering.