1978: Female educated youth, don’t want an illiterate husband

Chapter 203 You guys, you've never drunk Moutai before? (Please subscribe)
Malipo is the forward command post of a certain army of ours. When Cheng Xuemin and his small team arrived, it was almost dark!
There was no grand welcome ceremony. Instead, they were greeted by a steady stream of wounded soldiers who were transported down from the front line and sent to the command post's field hospital.

Without even taking a short rest, the teams requested to go to the field hospital to comfort the wounded soldiers.

The cultural and artistic troupe certainly does not just sing and dance, they also chat with the wounded soldiers and provide psychological comfort, which is also a form of spiritual comfort.

But at the beginning!
Several young comrades, including Gong Xi, felt uncomfortable when they saw the situation of the seriously disabled soldiers in the field hospital and ran out to vomit.

Although they suffered as educated youth in the countryside, they had never been to a real battlefield.

I don’t know the cruelty of the battlefield, nor have I seen the bloodiness on the battlefield.

Although I had visited the hospital to comfort the wounded soldiers in Kunming before, that was in a military hospital in a big city, and the soldiers were already in the process of recovering from their injuries.

How could this front-line field hospital be so realistic?

Not to mention Gong Xi and the other female comrades, even Cheng Xuemin, who entered the field hospital, could not help but be moved and wipe away tears when he saw and heard the wailing and crying of the people.

They were shouting, "Doctor, where is my hand?"

"Doctor, where are my legs? How can I walk without them? How can I kill the enemy on the battlefield?"

"Doctor, my eyes...why can't I see?"

Hymn to the hero!

Although Li Shuanggang has already organized various teams to play a "Heroic Hymn" for these heroes.

But Cheng Xuemin felt that no matter how well the hymns were sung, they were pale and powerless in front of these real heroes!

Cheng Xuemin also joined in chatting with the soldiers to relieve their pain, and also explained the purpose of his visit.

When the soldiers heard that Cheng Xuemin was an author and would write a novel based on their deeds, they became obviously more enthusiastic.

Cheng Xuemin looked at the soldier whose legs had been sawed off in front of him, and chatted with him with a choked voice.

The female comrades Gong Di, Han Qiaoyue, quickly overcame their initial discomfort and quickly got into the mood. They began chatting with the wounded soldiers, talking and laughing, and some even started singing and dancing.

Cheng Xuemin finally asked, "Xiao Yang, have you ever regretted going to the battlefield?"

The soldier Xiao Yang, whose legs were sawed off, was stunned for a moment. Looking at his empty trouser legs, he said with a struggling expression and gritted his teeth: "No regrets!"

Then the childish struggle in his eyes disappeared, and he answered loudly and resolutely: "Brother Xuemin, I don't regret it!"

"I joined the army just to fight on the battlefield and kill the enemy to defend my country! There will always be deaths in wars, and there will always be sacrifices on the battlefield."

"If I didn't go to the battlefield and sacrifice myself, there would be other children who would go to the battlefield and kill the enemy bravely like me, and they would also make sacrifices!"

"Brother Xuemin, do you think I'm right?!"

In an instant, Cheng Xuemin looked at the young face in front of him, which was childish but also extremely resolute and unrepentant. He was speechless and tears rolled down his eyes uncontrollably.

After Cheng Xuemin and his team finished their visit, they were first arranged to rest in the camp.

But he kept thinking about what the childish warrior had just said in a firm and resolute voice.

Yes!

It is precisely because there are so many ordinary young soldiers who dedicate their unparalleled and unlimited loyalty and bravery that they hold up the sky and land of our peaceful era.

Cheng Xuemin couldn't sleep all night, so he got up and wrote by light. These would be the materials for his future articles, and they were all the most inspiring heroic deeds.

Although "The Garland under the Mountain" cannot narrate all the heroic deeds, what about two, three, or four?
In the future, it would be impossible for Cheng Xuemin to write only one novel, "The Wreath under the Mountain". He also wrote many other novels related to this battlefield!
Cheng Xuemin wanted to combine the materials he recorded during his personal interviews in the south, and try to interview him. He had promised to write them all into the novel, and finally he fulfilled it!
He is just an author who writes manuscripts and articles. He only moves his pen, and he doesn't have to hold a gun and fight the enemy on the battlefield. What qualifications does he have to disappoint those soldiers?
So Cheng Xuemin wanted to write every hero he interviewed into his novel.

Because he has already promised!

The heroic soldiers had a concern in their hearts, and they were looking forward to seeing their names appear in Cheng Xuemin's novel.

With just this little hope, what qualifications does Cheng Xuemin have to disappoint them?

Next two days.

The command center did not arrange any large-scale consolation performances because this was the front-line command center and the fighting at the front was ongoing. The leaders simply did not have the energy to care about the consolation performances.

The people who received Cheng Xuemin and his companions were all the cultural and artistic officers of the command headquarters and military department, who were arranging a series of small-scale consolation performances.

and also!

It was also under the chairmanship of Political Commissar Hu that flowers were presented to the Malipo Martyrs' Cemetery.

"The troops are going up again!"

"Xuemin, Xiaoyan, Xiaoge, the troops are going up again tonight!"

"We will assemble immediately and be on standby at any time!"

Captain Li Shuanggang heard the news and saw that the soldiers outside were gathering again, so he quickly ran back to their camp and informed Cheng Xuemin and the others.

"Going up again?"

Cheng Xuemin was horrified when he heard this. It was already mid-March and the wars in various places were almost entering the end of the first phase. Why did the troops have to charge forward again?

of course!

Cheng Xuemin had no choice but to shout to Ge You and the others, "Old Ge and Little Yan, get ready. We'll go over and take a look too!"

"Old Cheng, are we really going to the battlefield?"

Upon hearing this, Ge You's legs went weak and he was almost unable to stand. He had prepared to go to the battlefield, otherwise he would not have asked to fight like Cheng Xuemin did and come to the front line to express his condolences.

But I never thought that the day to go to the battlefield would come so soon!
This is a real battlefield!
The Koulin Mountain not far in front of them was a line of mountains, and the sound of gunfire and artillery fire from the other side of the mountain was continuous almost every day.

When Ge You and his friends first arrived, they were probably a little uncomfortable and were almost always startled by the sudden explosions of gunfire and artillery fire.

I finally adapted to the situation these past two days, but I didn't expect that I would have to move forward.

"Lao Ge, go over and gather first!"

Cheng Xuemin looked back at Ge You, then immediately reached out to support Ge You and led him out.

"Old Cheng, have I embarrassed everyone?"

Ge You asked in a crying voice.

"No shame!"

"Old Ge, the fact that you can stand here now has already proved your courage. No one will laugh at you and embarrass you!"

Cheng Xuemin's words were not meant to appease Lao Ge!
"Xiao Ge, Xuemin is right. We are brave art soldiers who can come here from Kunming and stand at the frontline command center to perform for the brave soldiers. It's not shameful!"

Captain Li Shuanggang glanced at Ge You, and also echoed Cheng Xuemin's words, and comforted Ge You.

In this peaceful era, anyone who has the courage to go to the front line of the battlefield is great!

"team leader!"

"Students!"

"I heard the troops are going up!"

The instructions were also quickly conveyed to the female comrades. Gong Xi and Han Qiaoyue gathered around Cheng Xuemin and his group, greeted them and asked.

"Go and take a look first!"

Captain Li Shuanggang nodded solemnly and led his team to assemble on the large playground.

The leaders have already mobilized on the battlefield! Political Commissar Hu, who came with the General Political Department Art Troupe, has already set up a singing stage for the consolation performance in front of the straw shed on the big playground.

For the first time, a banner was hung high above the straw hut: The General Political Department’s Art, Song and Dance Troupe came to the front line to perform a consolation show.

Cheng Xuemin looked at the soldiers gathered on the playground, each of them with a resolute and solemn expression on their face, and listened to the mobilization speeches of the leaders in front of the rostrum.

I also realized that I would really be going to the front line soon!
Throughout the ages, soldiers would be given wine to send off before going into battle. After the leaders had mobilized the soldiers, they set up hundreds of tables in the open air on the large playground.

Cheng Xuemin and his friends were standing on a high ground, and they couldn't see the end of the world at a glance.

Ge You, Gong Xi and other actors from the General Political Department's song and dance art corps have all gathered behind the stage for the consolation performance, competing to sing and dance in each show.

Li Shuanggang sang his "Red Star Shines on Me to Fight", "Sunflowers on Mount Fakaka" and "Goodbye, Mom".

Others such as Wan Shanhong and Dong Wenhua also took the stage one after another and sang "Ode to the Red Plum" and "Revolutionary Red Songs", as well as the chorus "Defend the Yellow River" and "Ode to Heroes".

It was during this era that the red songs that we grew up listening to inspired the soldiers to fight bravely.

The hundreds of tables of farewell food and wine that the old leader set out were actually not that rich, just a few plates of fried local vegetables, pork and beef.

There is a whole chicken on each table, as well as cigarettes and alcohol, which are also common local brands.

Before dinner!

The old leader raised his wine bowl again, like an old father giving numerous instructions and warnings to his children who were about to go to the front line.

At last!
He also raised his wine bowl, looked at the children with tears in his eyes and asked: "If you have any requests, just tell me!"

The old leader knew that this wave of children were rushing forward to take on the toughest challenges, and those who survived...

and so!
This farewell dinner might be the last farewell dinner for the children! Whatever wishes they had, he would do everything he could to satisfy them.

There was so much kindness and love in his tone that it moved all the soldiers present. They were all excited and laughed when they heard it.

Several young soldiers who were not far from Cheng Xuemin's position started to jostle and pushed a shy and blushing young soldier. He stood up, feeling uneasy and obviously at a loss, and whispered something.

"What? Comrade, what did you say? Speak louder!" The old leader looked over and encouraged the young soldier to speak out loudly!
Because Cheng Xuemin was sitting close, he heard what the young soldier had just whispered, and he was also speechless and shocked.

Unexpectedly, the familiar scene and the familiar little request happened right under his nose!
"Report to the commander, he said that we have never drunk Moutai in our lives!"

The young soldier was too shy to stand up and speak again, so the other soldiers who were cheering nearby spoke up in unison and loudly for him.

In fact, I am speaking for themselves.

Then, during the farewell banquet in the playground, there was another commotion, with people cheering and laughing, shouting, "Yes, Chief, we have never drunk Moutai in our lives!"

When the old leader heard this, he did not join in the laughter. Instead, he stood there stiffly, tears streaming down his face, muttering to himself, "You have never drunk Moutai!"

Cheng Xuemin, who had good hearing, heard the old leader's mumbling. The voice was very soft, but it exploded in Cheng Xuemin's heart like a bolt from the blue.

Yes!

These most adorable young soldiers have grown up to know more than just how to drink Moutai.

After some laughter, the soldiers all looked at the old leader in front of them, waiting for his reply.

The old leader came to his senses, wiped away the tears from his eyes, and roared loudly: "Okay, I promise you, I will change the wine!"

"Change the soldiers' drinks to Maotai, now!"

Following the old leader's order, the logistics department immediately took off to look for Moutai liquor, to give Moutai liquor to the soldiers who were about to go to the front line and tackle the toughest challenges.

But there was no Moutai in the camp, not even one or two bottles.

If there is no Maotai in the camp, then go to the nearby commune, go to the nearby county, or even go to the city to get the Maotai liquor that the soldiers want to drink.

"Xiao Cheng, hurry up and get ready, the old leader wants to see you!"

Political Commissar Hu of the General Political Department suddenly found Cheng Xuemin and told him that the old leader over there wanted to see him, which instantly aroused Cheng Xuemin's doubts.

At this time, why did the old leader come to see me?

"it is good!"

Although Cheng Xuemin was confused, he did not dare to delay, so he quickly nodded, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and followed Political Commissar Hu to the main table under the equally puzzled looks of Li Shuanggang, Ge You, and Gong Di.

"Old leader, this is Comrade Cheng Xuemin, the pioneer of reform and opening up!"

Political Commissar Hu introduced Cheng Xuemin to the main table and introduced him to the old leader sitting at the first seat.

"Hello, Chief!"

Cheng Xuemin came up to him, stood at attention, and saluted the old leader.

"Great, great, great, we have a pioneering writer like you, Comrade Cheng Xuemin, at the front line. Great, great!"

"Hurry, hurry, Comrade Cheng Xuemin, come over here and sit here. Don't be shy, don't be shy!"

The old leader called Cheng Xuemin to sit down next to him. Cheng Xuemin didn't hesitate, replied "yes", and sat down.

"Xuemin! I am really surprised by your arrival!"

"The old leader and I both thought that you would stay in Kunming, or at most stay at the Wenshan front to visit and interview the performances!"

"But I have never made any preparations for you to come to my Malipo Frontier Command Post to perform for me!"

"Really, Xuemin, your courage is the same as that of all the soldiers here. They are all great!"

The old leader's words instantly surprised Cheng Xuemin, and he asked, "Old leader, you know me?"

It has been several days since Cheng Xuemin came to the Maerlipo forward command post, and it is the first time that he has met and talked with the old leader at such a close distance.

He really didn't expect that this old leader actually knew him!

He also said that he and his old leader thought that Cheng Xuemin would stay in Kunming or the Wenshan front.

Not to mention Kunming, which is considered the rear base of the commander-in-chief.

The Wenshan front line can be considered a quasi-front line, which is about 200 kilometers behind their current Maerlipo forward command post. Cheng Xuemin and his team passed by there on their way here, and they also left behind several small teams to perform consolation shows.

"I must know!"

"Before you arrived, the Yanjing hotline called me and said that you, the pioneer, might come to our side!"

"But I confronted him directly on the phone at that time, saying that you are a student who can only play with a pen. How could you have the guts to come to my front line?"

The old leader may have drunk a little wine, his face flushed and he smiled bitterly: "But now I realize that I really underestimated you!"

"Well done, well done!"

The old leader patted Cheng Xuemin's shoulder heavily, and couldn't help but praise Cheng Xuemin, and said: "Xuemin, your article is well done! Take a look now!"

"Look at our cute and resolute young faces. What do you want to say to them?"

"Old commander, you just said that being able to write is useless. How about I sing a song for the soldiers? This is a new song I wrote these days based on my feelings. Is that okay?"

Cheng Xuemin's expression was extremely complicated. He didn't expect that while he was performing at the front line to express his congratulations, Yanjing was also paying attention to his movements.

The old leader’s old leader, needless to say, Cheng Xuemin could guess that it must be Mr. Wu who called here and asked him to take care of Cheng Xuemin, right?
"Okay, okay, okay, okay. As long as it's written and sung by a pioneer like you, Xuemin, we soldiers will definitely want to listen to it and like to listen to it!"

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