Chapter 29 29. Horseshoe magnet pulled 89 shrapnel from 17-year-old's ashes

Post No. 13, the fortification made of woven bags, was riddled with holes by the guns of the Vietnamese army. There was a tree in front of the post.The front is full of shrapnel, shell casings, and the ground in the fortifications is full of grenade rings and shell casings. Shi Sanbao, a soldier at this post, has been wounded three times. When he knocked down the sixth enemy, the enemy was already in front of him. He quickly changed to a submachine gun. The barrel of the submachine gun was red, and he threw it away. . The enemy's shrapnel splashed into his face the day before yesterday, and he pulled it out with his hands, and he didn't stop shooting; yesterday, another grenade fragment flew into his right leg, and he simply stopped the bleeding himself, and raised the gun again; today, he One person fired 1,500 rounds of bullets and threw two boxes of grenades. At the most dangerous time, he formed a "death squad" with several scouts.He shouted coldly: "Come on, you bastard, the third master has been waiting for you for a long time!"

He couldn't tell whether it was the golden stars in front of him or the flames from the muzzle of the gun.His voice is dry and hoarse, only the muzzle is talking, old parents!The child has joined the Death Squad and is about to fight the enemy desperately. The child is sorry for you. Didn't you say goodbye, "Dad, Mom, I will make a contribution." When I returned to my hometown, I was originally married and engaged for three years.Not long ago, she wrote letters to herself, talking sweetly and endlessly, but she didn't know until she got home that she had been married to someone else for a month.

It's all right now, all the depression and troubles in my heart have disappeared with the scorching fire of the machine gun.The machine gun was attached to his heart, and his whole body seemed to be brought to a wonderful place by the gunshots. When his hand touched the gun, it made a chi-chi sound, and he didn't seem to feel any pain. A voice rang in his ears: "Shi Sanbao, Shi Sanbao, you press the bullet, I'll shoot!" This voice pulled him back from that wonderful situation, as if someone had awakened his dream, and this Shaanxi Lengwa was about to lose his temper.He turned his head, and what he saw was a childish face, covered with smoke and sweat, but with that kind of heroic handsomeness.

Shi Sanbao dared to get angry with anyone, but he couldn't get angry with him.He was only seventeen years old, his name was Wang Aijun, and he was a recruit. He had just joined the army for a few days before he went to southern Xinjiang to join the war. I really don't know how he grew up. The water and soil in Hubei will bring up such a good young man, who combines the spirituality of the world and the worldly endowment. Everyone says he is good. No wonder the company must keep him as a messenger. Look at his meter Qi Ba's burly figure, is it material for a messenger?This is the standard Scout.

Shi Sanbao said: "The squad leader told us that you are the only son, let us take care of you!" Wang Aiguo was most afraid that others would say that he was the only son. Later, he found this sentence from his heart in his diary: "I don't need the care of the company commander, platoon leader, squad leader and comrades in arms. I am a soldier... " Five days ago, on April 26, Wang Aijun encountered fierce fighting on his first night in the field. He rushed into the No. 15 post, carried Zhu Liguo on his back, bandaged him, took his gun and rushed out of the cave. The cruel battle is yet to come, and the comrades must protect the youngest only son no matter what.

On the second day, someone needed to escort the deputy squad leader to leave the position, and the platoon leader handed over this task to Xiao Wang.Unexpectedly, he was detained by the company commander as soon as he entered the position, and he understood everything: You have colluded, take this opportunity to "cheat" me into the position. If you "cheat" him down, of course you won't let him go up again. He is so wronged. On April 30, Wang Aijun's eyes lit up when a scout was needed to escort Liu Guozhi, director of the Political Department, to the camp.He hurriedly found the company commander, but calmly gave the reason: the road leading to the position was ambushed by special agents, the grass on the side of the road was very deep, it was difficult to distinguish the way, it was winding, potholed, and the wrong step If you take one step, you will be struck by thunder. If you are not particularly familiar with that road, you will not be able to pass. You must be responsible to the chief. If something goes wrong, can you afford it?And we are the scouts who came down from this position.

What he said was a little mysterious, but it was all true. He escorted Director Liu to the battlefield, and he would not go down once he got there. You can "trick" me to go down, and I can also "trick" you to come up again. He found the platoon leader Zhang Cunlong and asked to stay and participate in the battle. Of course, the platoon leader Zhang refused.The veterans around were still laughing. He couldn't take it anymore, so he sat on the ground and began to cry: "The leader doesn't understand me, don't you understand me too?" When he cried like this, he lost his adult temperament and became more like a child.

It's a child, let alone let him stay. When Director Liu left the battlefield, he was hiding in a cat ear hole to wipe his gun. He had no tears and looked very serious: I am a soldier of the fourth squad, and I am here today. Let me go down, carry it, we are such a big man Is it easy to carry? Several comrades gathered around to intercede for him. Later, when these comrades remembered that they had made love for Wang Aijun, their hearts were like a knife, and it became their lifetime guilt.The comrades threw themselves on Wang Aijun's body and cried, "Blame me, blame me, I shouldn't have asked you to stay, I shouldn't have interceded for you..."

"Squad leader, the enemy is coming up here!" Wang Aijun reported while blocking the enemy with guns and grenades. Shi Sanbao was shooting at the enemy with a submachine gun. With a "boom", a grenade thrown by the enemy fell beside Zhi Wang's Aijun and exploded. Zhang Maozhong, who was reporting the situation to the platoon leader on the phone, heard the sound of the explosion and Wang Aiguo's voice: "Squad leader, my leg, my leg is broken..." Zhang Maozhong turned around and rushed over. Just at this moment, another bundle of three grenades was thrown among them and exploded.

Wang Aijun's broad body blocked the countless flying shrapnel. Two flesh and blood bodies fell. Zhang Maozhong got up from the pool of blood and found that his intestines flowed out. He stuffed the intestines into his stomach with his hands, covered his stomach with his left hand, and picked up the submachine gun with his right hand, and slammed in the direction of the enemy's bombing. The enemy was repelled, and Zhang Maozhong fell down with a plop, unable to get up again.When he saw Wang Aijun, he took out the triangular scarf for self-rescue and wanted to bandage Wang Aijun, but Wang Aijun was covered with injuries.Why didn't Zhang Maozhong's hands listen to him?

Wang Aijun heard the squad leader's call, opened his eyes, moved his lips, and made a weak voice: "I'm so thirsty." Zhang Maozhong took off the military water bottle, which was full of bullet holes, and the water had already leaked out. Wang Aijun was lying in the arms of Wang Zengchen, the leader of the reconnaissance squad, "Xiao Wang, Xiao Wang—" Wu Zengchen kept calling, but Wang Aijun's tender face did not respond at all. Zhang Maozhong heard the call of the platoon leader in a daze. He cried and shouted: "Xiao Wang, I'm sorry! We shouldn't let you stay at post No. 13. We can't stand your request. We thought this post There are two squad leaders, one is your reconnaissance squad leader, and the other is your bearded squad leader, they can take good care of you no matter what, I didn't expect you to die so badly." Wang Aijun's body was blasted open, and there were wounds everywhere, and the number of shrapnel pierced into the wounds was countless.How can a body that has just grown for seventeen years withstand so many shrapnel.Every piece of shrapnel would take a person's life, but all these shrapnels got into the body of this cute baby soldier at the same time at that moment. When cleaning the body, people couldn't bear to let him go with so many shrapnel, but they could only remove some shrapnel on the surface.After his body was cremated, cremation clerks used magnets to extract eighty-nine pieces of shrapnel from his ashes. Among the relics are his 90 yuan, which was money given to him by his parents and the allowance he received as a recruit, and now it is returned to his parents as a relic.His mother wailed to the sky: "My child, why are you so stupid? You are not allowed to spend money, not because you are not allowed to spend any money. Before leaving, the parents give their children so much money. We give the least. We are sorry for you." what!" His parents couldn't bear to spend the 90 yuan, which was the child's hard-earned money, and all of it was donated to the kindergarten. In addition, what was sent to the parents was the urn, and there was no shrapnel in the ashes.The shrapnel of steel that penetrated into the flesh and was scorched black remained in the files of Wang Aijun of the cremation team.