Chapter 174 The words written behind "The King of Special Police Dogs" - the spirit of war songs

It cannot be denied that I adore heroes. But there are many types of heroes, individualistic heroes, altruistic heroes... There are even treacherous heroes like Cao Cao. No hero is perfect, and every hero has more or less shortcomings. By nature, I strive for perfection. When ancient and modern heroes can't satisfy my personal spiritual needs, I will look for it, looking for a dream of a hero who stands on the blade and howls. When I was in the third year of the military academy in Xi'an, I started to engage in literary creation.Two years after graduating from military school, I once again set my sights on heroes.

From ancient times to the present, heroes are mostly dressed in military uniforms. I have lived in the army for 6 years. I have seen many role models and impressed many, but I have not been able to lift a pen to write something for them.I am too picky, and the hero is a fantasy in my heart, an image without any mistakes and failures. Then one day, I saw a police dog somewhere in Yunnan. It was a Chinese Kunming dog lying on the ground in front of me, just dead.There were several holes in his body, and blood was oozing out. A soldier told me that this police dog was shot to death by gangsters just now in order to protect its owner...

What kind of dog is this?Four holes were pierced through its body by bullets, and hot blood was bubbling.Its eyes were still open, and although the pupils were dim, there was a gleam of death rather than submission; its mouth was still open, its teeth were still white and sharp, and its tongue was limp and drooping on the grass, as bright red as a lowered flag. Although the flag is lowered, the colors remain. The dog is dead, but the soul is still there. Its owner, a corporal of the armed police, knelt beside it, put his face on its body, howling like a wolf.It was not a cry from a human being, but a tearing sound from a heart being pierced with a dagger.

This dog was sacrificed in a hostage rescue operation.When it and its owner approached the gunman quietly, the owner accidentally stepped on a branch and made a faint sound.After the gangster found out, he raised his gun and shot. The dog jumped high, blocked the four evil bullets, and defended the owner's life with his own life. It just lay there, not saying a word when it was alive, and it won't say a word after death. It just sleeps there, not a trace of sorrow, only a little happiness. It was born there, loyalty, responsibility, justice, bravery... all kinds of words that praise heroes surround it.

But its name did not spread like a hero, no one saw it off, no newspapers and media publicized it, and even few people in the army knew its name! All that was left for it was a national flag, a military medal, and the roast chicken brought to it by its owner. That was its favorite food during its lifetime. What kind of hero is this?In exchange for peace and tranquility with bloodshed and sacrifice, death is a worthy death, happy with grievances, but without leaving any footprints and smells; What kind of hero is this?Pursuing bloody dreams in just over ten years of life, giving birth, training, performing tasks, protecting masters, and eliminating harm for the people... They dyed their persistent pale yellow eyes with the morning light of the green police camp;

What kind of hero is this?It can't talk, ask for credit, ask for rewards, bribe, embezzle, mean, jealous, resist, give up...even, during their long service period, they won't fall in love .You may not know that in order to prevent police dogs from unnecessary physical decline and consumption, all active police dogs in China are virgins. A hero without love is lonely and sad, as is the case with humans and dogs. They are heroes born for battle! Seeing the corporal crying mournfully, I also began to cry silently. Later, the corporal laughed with tears and told me in a hoarse voice:

"Lieutenant, don't cry, it's not dead, its soul is always there." After speaking, the corporal pointed to his chest and said, "It's here with me!" "Forever in my heart, on the territory of the motherland!"
After returning from Kunming in the spring of 2006, I tapped the computer keyboard uncontrollably, writing lines of blood of heroes.In just two months, I wrote a novel on military themes, and this is what I have now. I took the book with the fragrance of ink and opened it to read. Strange! It seems to me that there is only one line: "If we die, our souls will guard the territory of our motherland forever!"