Chapter 9 chapter eight

That night, the village chief and the villagers sat idle at the aunt's house, and the influence on Dapeng was as high as the mountains and as the seas were deep.It was at that moment that his narrow, not very noble mind, forced out by the Rake Mountains, arose.Carrying my NTJE cracking agent on my back, I thought of my brother's sleepless night during the adventure travel on the 929 train. The next day, he left. Back to the army. The villagers sent him to the head of the village just like when he first joined the army, and the scene of saying goodbye took root in his mind. My aunt's tearful smile became the most nourishing spiritual source for his later feats, and it also became a kind of motivation for me to enlist in the army.

In the afternoon of early spring, the sun is bright and rosy, and the air is full of the fragrance of flying flowers and plants.The train is running rapidly along the mountainside, the closed windows cut off the vast sky and mountains outside the train, the green breath hits the window and turns back, like a twisted wire creaking.The trees on the mountain, the huts by the railway, and the concrete poles erected along the railway were chopped down by the train's Mercedes-Benz flying knife.The bird that flew in the opposite direction from the window was quickly thrown behind the car as if it had been thrown to death on the ground, like lifeless mud pellets thrown by the train.This is a time not too long after the New Year, and the peasants with the same status as me more than a year ago who go out to work are moving from south to north by train.Farmers in the north go to the south to work hard to make money, and people from the south go to the north to rely on the wisdom of the south to make money.There are also those men and women who don't know what to do, maybe they are on a business trip, maybe they are looking for relatives, the train is full, and the space in the aisle of the carriage is full.Many people sat on their luggage and let the passengers passing through the aisle step over their heads and laps.The smell of men's sweat, the scent of women's smears, and the choking smell of continuous smoking form a thicker and more turbid smell than soot gray, like the stench of rotten water that is constantly stirred and shaken in a pool. Diffuse and surging in the carriage.From the moment I got on the train, I was thankful for this smell. It finally stopped the fishy smell of white phosphorus fish and crabs on the surface of rivers and lakes that chased me no longer.The fishy smell was replaced by the smell of the train.The silvery white pieces of dead fish and the crackling of falling birds have also been left on the other side of the mountain by the train.All I can see are black heads, like black beans drying on a mat.Back and forth, the man carrying the boiling water on the boiler shouted: "Be careful! Be careful!" and squeezed past me.

I dodged the man who brought the water.I avoid everyone.The serious fault of getting on the train is far greater than Dapeng's "crime of fleeing from the battlefield".He escaped from that drop of crystal yellow NTJE nuclear cracking agent, and I took half a bottle of more than 200 ml of nuclear cracking agent to the train full of passengers.As long as there is a trace of my cracking agent mixed with the smell of the smoky train passengers, what will fall will no longer be fish one by one on the river, but people one by one. The moment the train started, when I realized that my fault was a heinous crime, my nervousness was exactly the same as when Dapeng saw the cracking agent at the beginning, and the fear hit me like a hailstone, so scared that I almost peed in my pants superior.

I hid in the toilet.I didn't pee a drop.But in the one-square-meter space of the toilet, I slowly woke up and realized that I had to face the truth.The cool wind that poured in through the window cracks blew on my military uniform.I took off the military cap, leaned my head against the window, and let the wind pierce my temples and my brain, blowing my brain cells up and flying like deserts in the wind, and I understood my situation: 1. My camouflage bag cannot be turned upside down, so that the mouth of the cracking agent bottle is always upward; 2.Lock the nuclear cracking agent box that can be sealed to cool down and prevent radiation, and let the nuclear cracking agent bottle be placed in its constant temperature forever;

3. Put the bag on the tuyere so that the outside temperature never exceeds 18 degrees Celsius; 4.Do not contact or talk to anyone, let alone let anyone touch my camouflage bag; 5. Life and cleavage live, death and cleavage die. After half an hour in the toilet, I was chased out of the toilet by a knock on the door, and a man walked in. "Soldiers, pay attention to public morality, occupy the toilet and don't poop, you let others suffocate." He taught me so vulgarly, I nodded and apologized to him holding the nuclear cracking agent bag as if submitting an inspection letter , came out to take a look in the overcrowded carriage, and quickly seized a garbage place next to the sink in the train washroom.There is a large iron bucket, which contains fruit peels, paper scraps, instant noodle bags and fast food boxes.Those who brought the boiling water poured in the leftover tea water, and those who washed their faces twisted the water stains on the towels.All the garbage is soaked in the murky water, and the white fast food boxes are floating in the water like a boat in the Pacific Ocean.A clean trash can, without too much mildew and stink, only a sour smell of dry black.The trash can like a sauerkraut jar gave me a space.I stood behind the trash can, and the sour smell flew over my nose kindly. Everyone passing by the bucket shrugged their noses, turned their bodies away, and looked sideways at the trash can. look at me.

Come over a flight attendant. "You stand in the carriage." "It's loose here." She walked away bewildered. I stood by the trash can for four hours, and it was almost dark.The dark sky started from under my legs. My legs stiffened, and then my knees went limp. My eyes were shaking, and it was getting dark. The journey of more than 1,000 kilometers is a feat in my bird life.When Dapeng knew that I carried more than 200 milliliters of nuclear cracking agent in my arms all day and night and brought it back to the Palu Mountains from the south, he saw my great and colorful bird boy, and my transparent heroism illuminated like the sun It changed his life and made his final death look dazzling and meaningful.

He really wanted to make a difference. His awakening beckoned him in every corner of the barracks, making him a different person for a few days.This transformation was later said to have begun with conversations with him by the battalion commander and instructors.That conversation is considered to have classic significance in his life. Actually not. In fact, the only feeling he got from that conversation was that you were really forced to go out.The Rake Mountains drove you back to the barracks, and the barracks pulled him off the ground like a seedling with its own power. The battalion commander said: "Stay in the team for half a year for probation, perform well and resume your cadre position."

The instructor said: "It's up to you." The instructions said: "Attention should be paid to training and education." The battalion commander said: "You should go to the ninth squad of the second company, the third platoon, and the ninth squad to serve as a soldier." The instructor said: "Start with small things, and you have to compete with everyone else to clean the windows and sweep the floor." The instructions said: "We must educate them to fundamentally change their thinking." The battalion commander said: "Let's go, and participate in training in the afternoon."

The instructor said: "In the evening, the company has a launch physics class. You should give full play to your strengths and continue to be a good teacher." He left battalion headquarters. He became a soldier in the ninth squad of the second company, the third row, and the squad leader he mentioned became his leader.When cleaning in the morning, the squad leader grabbed the broom in his hand, and he said that if you really consider me, let me do more.From now on, the squad leader will no longer take his broom, and the soldiers of the ninth squad will count on him to do everything.Fetching water, sweeping the floor, cleaning the windows, helping in the kitchen, watering the vegetable fields, bits and pieces, every bit of it, like a falling rain, all wet his body.In the regular shift meeting on Saturday, a group of people stood in front of the bed, and he was also in the middle of the straight line. The squad leader stood in front of the team and said that the following people were praised this week, and he was the first name mentioned.

The same goes for platoons. The same is true for Lian Li. The same is true in the camp. He is like a rising star among soldiers, like a high-achieving student who stands out from the crowd in a school.In all military training items, because he has been a soldier for seven years, he is not only familiar and accurate, but also has better skills than the squad leader and platoon leader.For all the military theory courses, because he had studied at the military academy for four years, he was even asked to write papers and approve the test questions.He is not an excellent officer, but he is an unparalleled excellent soldier in peacetime.Not only does he have all the qualities a soldier needs, but he also has enough to spread outside the company.Importantly, his modesty and hard work illuminate a company like a mirror.

"Three platoon leaders." "Don't call me the third platoon leader, I'm not worthy, call me Dapeng, or call me a sergeant." He had the rank of sergeant sergeant. He seems to be holding a broom forever in his hand, sweeping the dormitory and courtyard, the courtyard and the road, and the road and toilet.Always take a rag and wipe the windows of the dormitory, the windows of the kitchen, and the windows of the company commander and instructor. The company commander said: "Dapeng, rest." He said, "Company commander, you are not tired." The company evaluates all excellent fighters once a month, and there is no fighter who does not vote for him. The company held a monthly review at the end of the month and elected him as a representative of outstanding soldiers. He said at the military meeting: "Everyone knows that I, Zhao Dapeng, made serious mistakes. I blackened the faces of our soldiers. I am a negative mirror. I only hope that everyone can learn from my lessons and become a soldier who is not afraid of sacrifice." , and thus the cultivation of the organization, the concern for the chief, the expectations of comrades-in-arms, and the expectations of parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, and the uncles and aunts of the neighbors in the hometown..." At the end, he cried. Everyone cried too. Sad dark gray cries swayed like rain on the venue. The battalion ordered a report to the superior to resume his cadre position in advance, and the battalion commander, instructor, and the commander of the second company, the instructor and all the soldiers of the second company signed the report.At the back of the report, there is a blank sheet of paper, with the names of hundreds of soldiers neatly signed, in black handwriting, blue handwriting, and some people specially used red, and pressed their fingerprints, and the colors were all over the place. , like an oil painting of the human heart.The instructor took the report to the superior.The instructor was very excited when he came back and said that the chief was very happy.