I asked you to repeat your senior year of high school, but did you miss out on joining the military

Chapter 596 Witness the development and participate in the construction

"Captain, are you okay?"

The battle was over, and the company commander Gao Kui hurried to Chen Jun. He looked him up and down, his eyes full of worry.

Chen Jun shook his head slightly. The violent gunshots and explosions made his ears buzz. He was not surprised by Longya's arrival, as these guys often appeared at the border.

He was not familiar with the Eagle Squad and didn't know anyone there. At this time, he had no intention of going over to take a look.

After a long silence, Chen Jun finally spoke in a low voice: "What are the casualties? Have you counted them?"

"Not too optimistic."

Gao Kui said with an unpleasant expression: "The wounded have been moved to the air raid shelter in the rear, and there are still some comrades."

Captain Gao didn't say the rest, but Chen Jun knew what he meant. He forced himself to muster a little strength and waved to Wang Jianxing in the distance: "Old Wang, hurry up, represent the 353rd Regiment and negotiate with the subsequent units."

"Tell them to take the seriously injured down the mountain to the hospital, quickly."

"Yes!!"

Wang Jianxing glanced at the helicopter in the air, which had already landed nearby. A group of men in gray military uniforms, armed to the teeth so that their faces could not be seen, were cooperating with the soldiers in the company to take over the prisoners.

Lao Wang hesitated for a moment, then pulled over an old soldier and pointed at the regiment commander: "You report the specific information to the regiment commander, and I will go over to negotiate."

"What's the matter?" Chen Jun's eyelids twitched, and his intuition told him that something must have gone wrong.

The old soldier assigned by Lao Wang swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty: "Captain, Lieutenant Li disobeyed orders and did not assist in the rear, and he also ran to the front line."

"During the battle on the right wing, a stray bullet shot through his right shoulder and chest. He is now in a coma."

"where?"

Chen Jun's pupils suddenly shrank and he spoke quickly. The old soldier just stretched out his hand and pointed in a direction.

Chen Jun ran as fast as he could. Li Wujie was his orderly. This guy was a little dull and his mind often couldn't think straight.

The advantage is that he is a genuine person without any evil intentions.

While running over, Chen Jun's mind flashed back to Li Wujie's appearance when he was in the first battalion. At that time, this kid had just beaten up the deputy squad leader of another class.

His front teeth were knocked out, but he just stuck his neck out and refused to admit his mistake, let alone apologize.

Even when facing Chen Jun, who was the battalion commander at the time, he did not bow his head at all. Because he was not good at speaking, he could not defend himself and could only say that he was not wrong and that it was the deputy squad leader who beat him for no reason.

It was this kind of stubbornness that made Chen Jun see his former self in him.

No one is perfect, and Chen Jun is certainly not one.

The young man who had been working hard by his side for two or three years could not accept this result.

Whether he is in the 179th Brigade, the Training Department, or the 353rd Regiment Headquarters, he is usually called Xiao Wu.

Today, when someone rarely called him "Second Lieutenant Li", he lay on the ground with his eyes closed and his face pale.

"Xiao Wu?!!"

Chen Jun ran to the temporary accommodation site for the wounded and looked at the person covered with a white sheet in the distance. He felt dazed for a moment, then looked at Li Wujie beside him, who was usually very active.

Chen Jun's eyes immediately turned red, and he squatted on the ground and called softly.

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

A damn battle that left too many people trapped in the snow mountains forever.

"Xiao Wu?!!"

Chen Jun saw that the wound on Li Wujie's shoulder had soaked through his cotton coat, and the same was true for his chest. Although the medical staff performed emergency treatment, the effect of this kind of injury was minimal.

"Captain, the rescuers are here."

Chen Jun squatted on the ground without moving, watching Wang Jianxing lead the Eagle Squad to lift the wounded and put them on the helicopter one by one.

Li Wujie was also carried up.

He took a deep breath. As the head of the group, even though Chen Jun felt dizzy and his breathing was short, he still gathered his strength and began to direct the subsequent work in an orderly manner.

Of course, more often than not, he just stood by the mule and horse road, his hands on his hips, standing there firmly, cheering all the soldiers on.

It was almost dawn.

The passage from the bottom of the mountain to the top was finally opened. When Cui Zhongquan arrived with comrades from the artillery company and the engineering battalion, the area around the mule and horse road had been almost cleared.

Some brave herdsmen worked together with the soldiers to clean up the river all night long. Now, except for a little bit of turbidity in the clear river, everything else has almost returned to its original state.

The cold wind blew all night, blowing away the smell of gunpowder and all traces of fighting.

Cui Zhongquan brought people over and saw Chen Jun standing there unharmed. Political Commissar Cui breathed a sigh of relief. After digging the mountain road all night, his hands, which were originally covered with calluses, were now bloody and swollen like pig's trotters.

He wiped it off his body without caring, and went up to hug Chen Jun: "It's great that you're still alive."

"I heard the gunfire stop and thought you were all..."

Cui Zhongquan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Then I heard the sound of the helicopter again, and I knew you were okay, that's good, that's good."

"Old Chen, go and have a rest. I will take over the follow-up matters. I will bring the prisoners back to the military sub-district and hand them over to the management department for negotiation."

"Have a good rest. Then someone, help the captain to rest quickly."

Chen Jun nodded and said nothing.

He was indeed tired.

I stood in the air-raid shelter all night the night before yesterday, waiting for Lin Mu to come back. I went out to look for people for several hours during the day. I had no time to rest because of the fierce battle last night.

The soldiers in the company took turns to rest, and the cadres also took a rest, but Chen Jun just stood there without moving.

Soldiers are not machines.

He was used to war, but not to sacrifice.

In the past, every time they came back from a mission in Longya, Deputy Commander Tao would give them two days off. Some people would sit in the dormitory and clean their guns for two days and two nights without saying a word.

Some went to the boxing gym at the base and attacked the instructors with all their might, fighting until they were exhausted or completely unconscious.

What Chen Jun liked most was to pull Lao Geng to the back mountain and sit there in a daze.

They may be happy because a beautiful flower suddenly grows in a corner of the base, but they may also be silent because the flower withers.

Everyone has a different way of venting, but the only thing in common is that they are using their own methods to forget those people who disappear forever from the base every time they come back from a mission.

Accompanied by the regiment staff, Chen Jun returned to the dormitory after clearing the snow and fell into a deep sleep on the bed.

He had a dream, which was very long and confusing.

I dreamed of Li Haiyao, I dreamed of the child born in Jinling, I dreamed of a group of brothers from the former Lu Academy, I dreamed of He Jing, Liang Kui, Yang Fan and Shen Congjun.

He dreamed of Wang Heng, the strict squad leader during the new training, and also of Wang Zhanting, the vice president of the undergraduate college who took good care of him but is now retired.

I dreamed of Zhao Ziheng who had retired and returned to his hometown.

. . . . . . . .

It was nine o'clock in the morning on September 23. A day and a night had passed since the battle on the night of the 21st.

At the door of Chen Jun’s dormitory, the Chief of Staff of the 353rd Regiment Wang Jianxing and the Political Commissar Cui Zhongquan stood there, looking hesitant.

Lao Wang scratched his head and deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Political Commissar, the regiment commander may not be able to get over this hurdle this time. Why don't we wake him up and arrange for comrades to escort him back to the regiment headquarters first?"

"The family members of the comrades who died today are coming here. I am afraid that even if the regiment commander wakes them up, they will not be able to hold on. After all, they have just arrived at the border and need to adapt."

"alright."

Cui Zhongquan nodded. He also understood Chen Jun’s condition. After all, it was not easy for anyone who had just arrived to adapt to such things. There were many cases more serious than this.

Just as the two were discussing, the dormitory door was suddenly opened from the inside. Chen Jun had already put on his clothes and returned to his usual calm.

Seeing them all at the door, Chen Jun raised his hand and rubbed his temple: "What do the families of the comrades who died this time say?"

"Do you want to take him back, or do you want us to place him?"

Cui Zhongquan saw that Chen Jun had recovered his spirits, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and responded: "A small number of them asked to be taken back, but most of them hoped that we could give them a place to rest in peace."

"I have already contacted their local management and armed forces departments to ask them to assist in burying them at the Martyrs Cemetery in their registered place of residence."

"Okay, let's go check it out."

Chen Jun nodded and took the lead to walk out of the dormitory.

Wang Jianxing, who was standing by, originally wanted to remind the team leader to go for a meal. Now that the mountain and the foot of the mountain have been connected and the supplies have been transported over, everything has returned to normal.

But seeing the captain's state, he finally didn't say it.

The political commissar also shook his head and said nothing. The instructor had already recorded the battle here in detail and handed it over to the war zone, which was going to award the Ramujia Border Defense Company the first-class collective merit.

This kind of thing is obviously not suitable to be discussed at this moment.

Family members come to the company.

Chen Jun had been running around with people to comfort the people, but he felt a little uncomfortable when the silly boy who had followed him all day was suddenly not around.

But according to Lao Wang, news came from the war zone hospital that although Li Wujie was seriously injured, fortunately he did not suffer any vital injuries and is out of danger.

Without exception, other seriously injured comrades have passed the critical period and are recovering.

This is a blessing in misfortune.

In the evening, Chen Junwan declined the company cadres' companionship and only took Wang Jianxing with him. They bypassed the company headquarters and climbed over a low mountain.

There is a slope in this sheltered bay.

This is the Ramujia Martyrs Cemetery. It does not cover a large area, only over one acre, but the environment is rather simple.

A circle of barbed wire was used instead of a wall. There were no flowers, trees, or heroic spirits. There was only a wooden raft with many of the words on it blurred.

Some of them don't even have wooden signs. The soldiers guarding the border have been replaced wave after wave, and over time, too many of them have become the tombs of unknown martyrs.

At first glance, it looks like the ancestral tombs of ordinary people in remote areas.

The martyrs sleep in the eternal sleep on the snow-capped mountains. There are no family members to pay tribute to them during festivals, and no offerings or flowers can be seen. Despite the raging winds and heavy snow, they always coexist with the snow-capped mountains and shine with the sun and the moon.

Chen Jun looked up in silence at the distance. The sky was still as distant, the wind was still as sharp, and the mountains were still as majestic.

The environment doesn't seem to have changed much, but my mood is very different from the previous few days.

Wang Jianxing stood nearby and thought for a while before speaking: "Captain, why don't you go back to the regiment headquarters first?"

"This martyrs' cemetery is no longer in use. All the deceased are buried in the Linzhi Martyrs' Cemetery. These are our ancestors from the 1950s, 1960s, 1980s and 1990s."

"The country is developing and will definitely get better and better in the future."

"Yes, it will get better and better."

Chen Jun nodded without commenting.

Just as the two were chatting, a dozen herdsmen suddenly appeared on the mountain road in the distance. The ones walking in front looked quite old, and they came over tremblingly with the help of their juniors.

This group of people carried flowers, wine, and some food for local memorial ceremonies.

Chen Jun stared at it in a daze. He had heard before in the regiment headquarters that many old herdsmen would go up the mountain to pay tribute every now and then.

These are the military-civilian sentiments established during those difficult years. Many of the young men back then are now old. Some of them are veterans, and some are families that are often helped by the army.

People of that generation valued sentimentality the most. They saw that many of the border roads were dug out by soldiers through the mountains, using primitive methods, pickaxes and shovels, one pick and one shovel at a time.

It has brought convenience to the local area and helped their development.

I'm here to meet old friends and reminisce about the past.

Chen Jun was looking at the group of old people who were being supported by the young people from a distance of nearly a hundred meters. He stood at attention and raised his hand to salute!
The old man in the distance watched silently, turbid tears flowing from his eyes. No one spoke, and no one tried to break this environment.

After a long time, Chen Jun put down his arm and waved to Wang Jianxing to leave.

Border defense will indeed develop better and better, but this requires the efforts of generations of people.

. . . . . . . .

In the 1960s and 1970s, there was a saying that it was difficult to enter Tibet, as difficult as climbing to heaven, while it was easy to go abroad but difficult to leave Tibet.

Because the terrain here is complex, high and rugged, with ice and snow in winter and spring, and the line is long, construction is extremely difficult.

But now the situation has improved. Qinghechuan has been built into a national second-level black grade road, becoming a major artery in and out of Tibet. With the development of tourism, the other two highways have also attracted a steady stream of mainland people coming for adventure tourism and business.

It has completely improved the situation in the past where one could walk through thousands of miles of desert without seeing a single person for several days.

There are even more than 10 air corridors opened, and convenient transportation is the basis for developing border defense.

Chen Jun stayed here for a full six years.

These were also the six years with the fastest development in border defense.

He participated in the construction, participated in the policy improvements, and led people to the front line.

Today's border defense no longer relies on old spears. Many companies rely on ecological technology to build agricultural ecological experimental stations.

All edible vegetables in the mainland can be supplied here in a timely manner. After several years of hard work, high-quality green vegetables have finally taken root in the border areas.

Although there are still some places that are too high to reach, it is only a matter of time. Chen Jun believes that they will all be achieved in a short time.

In terms of accommodation, the regiment headquarters and many other places have replaced their rooms with sun-warmed ones, and cultural facilities are also being continuously built.

The serious lack of cultural and spiritual life in the past has been completely improved. Even the snow-capped mountain outposts have been built into a fully functional entertainment room with a large-screen color TV and a local area network.

The military region continues to absorb modern scientific and technological achievements, expand the scope of cultural activities, and has successively invested in building Internet clubs for front-line outposts and equipping them with border defense cultural information equipment.

Chen Jun has been in this border defense for six years. He has participated in and witnessed the development of border defense.

He lost a lot in six years, but he also gained more.

For example, the transfer order to Kyoto.

(End of this chapter)