Chapter 45 an egyptian water pilot

With a fiery heart, I stretched out my sweaty hands, leaning on the cold railing, and strode towards the "bridge".He straightened the brim of his hat and smiled heartily. Under the rising sun, the Suez River shone like silver scales in front of his eyes. "The bones of 120,000 Egyptians sank at the bottom of the river, and the blood and sweat of 120,000 Egyptians floated in the river. Over the past 80 years, this narrow river has enslaved countless of our compatriots!" Now, we grasp our fate In my own hands, go to yours, imperialist pilots, seventy of us, and we still have to sail the boat to the end without stopping! "Crossing through the fog in autumn and winter, facing the wind in May, we have to shorten the voyage by a few hours!

"Imperialists don't dream! The evil plunder must come to an end.The people of Egypt stood up to prevent the pirates from still ruling the roost. "Standing with us on the 'bridge', there are thousands of people in the world. We have a rock-solid belief that the final victory must belong to us!" November 2, 1956, Beijing.