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Chapter 360 Han soldiers stationed north of Luntai

"The aggressors of American imperialism are spreading the flames of war from Vietnam to the whole of Indochina."

"They brazenly dispatched a large number of ground troops to land, and used aircraft, artillery and aircraft carriers to carry out large-scale massacres and bombings against the Vietnamese people."

"The American aggressors attempted to turn Vietnam into a second Korea, and tried to point their aggression at the southern gateway of Vietnam."

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"Victory belongs to the Vietnamese people!"

"Victory belongs to the people!"

"Victory belongs to the revolutionary people of the world!"

July 20th, Pingxiang.

It got hot outside at 10:15.

Liang Jiansheng stood in the queue, staring at the red banner in front of him.

The school had posted a notice a while ago that classes would be suspended this morning to await further information.

Therefore, he started preparing as soon as he got home yesterday.

The clothes were changed, the shoes were cleaned, and even the rubber edges were rubbed with toothpaste again.

The playground was quiet at that moment.

The front row is for seniors, and freshmen are on the northern edge.

They are in the middle of the third year of junior high school.

"Attention, everyone!" The director's voice came from the flagpole.

Liang Jiansheng subconsciously straightened his back.

Just then, a person walked out from the side of the podium, with steady steps and a serious expression.

He recognized him; he was an instructor sent down by the Municipal Education Bureau, surnamed Tang.

Instructor Tang quickly stood at attention in the center.

"Classmates," he began, his voice booming.

"Today, all classes are suspended and we are gathered here to convey the instructions from the Central Committee and the Autonomous Region Party Committee."

"Everyone knows about the situation in Vietnam from newspapers, radio, and classrooms."

"The Southern Theater Command has entered a state of war, and the border is highly tense."

"I won't repeat myself here. Now I'll talk about ourselves."

"The school is not the front line, but we are behind the front line."

"If there are any problems with the border defense, we will be on the front line."

"The key point today is to figure out which side we're on."

Instructor Tang paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

Liang Jiansheng stared at him, his eyes unblinking.

He had no idea what the instructor would say next.

But he knew that the turmoil in his chest was now converging into a wave of heat.

"Starting today, the entire school will enter a period of combat readiness and study."

"First, take a headcount and regroup," Instructor Tang said.

"Secondly, we need to rectify labor discipline and assembly order."

"Furthermore, we must strengthen ideological and political study, especially the latest speech by *** on continuing ** and ** philosophy, and ensure that we can recite the original text and implement it sentence by sentence."

"Later, each class will be led back to the classroom by their grade level and the homeroom teacher will organize and mobilize them."

After he finished speaking, he looked down at his watch.

"It's 10:20 now, and we'll finish by 10:50."

"From this moment on, everything is no longer a drill, but a mobilization."

The order to disband was not issued separately.

The head teacher and the homeroom teacher below the podium quietly checked the number of students.

They were in the second row on the west side, moving from a higher position towards the north teaching building.

During the march, Liang Jiansheng walked in the fourth row on the left, with Xu Jinqiu in front of him.

There were few people in the class taller than him.

Xu Jinqiu always has a few tufts of hair sticking up, and he likes to swing his hands behind his back when he walks.

Liang Jiansheng doesn't often chat with him, but today is an exception.

"Do you think what you just said meant that it was really about to begin?"

Xu Jingqiu tilted his head and asked in a low voice.

"Which section?" Liang Jiansheng didn't quite hear clearly.

"It's that 'not a rehearsal, but a mobilization'."

Liang Jiansheng nodded: "I think so. It's not like the meetings we used to have."

Xu Jingqiu gave a mumbled "hmm".

His hand groped along the seam of his trousers, as if searching for something, before he withdrew it.

"You, um... do you want to do something?" Xu Jinqiu asked.

Just then, someone in front shouted, "First-year high school students go first."

Their team has temporarily halted.

“I went back and looked through my notebook yesterday,” Liang Jiansheng said.

"The strategic problem of guerrilla warfare is that 'the people are the foundation of victory.'" "The militia—I'm thinking, isn't that us?"

“I’ve actually been thinking about this too,” Xu Jinqiu said.

"We can't just keep listening to the radio and shouting slogans."

"We...we should really do something. Even something small."

"for example?"

"I wish we could go to the front lines. But we're still in school."

"You've never even touched a gun. You'll just be a hindrance if you go."

"That's fine too. Even if it's a burden, it's still a leg, as long as it can move."

Liang Jiansheng looked at him and couldn't help but laugh. "That's a strange thing to say."

“But that’s really what I think,” Xu Jinqiu said.

"Or, since we can write and draw, why don't we do something like that?"

What should I write?

"Write down some of my thoughts," Liang Jiansheng said, a little embarrassed.

"It's just that we copy a paragraph, write a paragraph, and then we can say a few words ourselves."

"You mean those wall posters?" Xu Jinqiu scratched his head.

"The kind that can be posted outside the disciplinary office?"

"That's it."

"What if the teacher disagrees?"

"Let's get it done first," Liang Jiansheng shrugged.

"Revolution is not like a dinner party. Let's do it first and talk about it later."

Xu Jinqiu chuckled, his eyes lighting up.

"How dare you think about it."

"If you dare to think it, you dare to do it."

"If you're really going to do it, I'll go with you."

"It's settled then. I'll bring Chen Weimei along later."

"she?"

"what happened?"

"She's timid. Can she handle it?"

“You really don’t know her. She was the one who stood up for Liu Zhipeng at the railway that day.”

"What do you call this? You call it women holding up half the sky."

"Okay, let's meet at the east wall after school."

After reaching a consensus, the two stopped talking.

The team started moving again.

The homeroom teacher walked very fast at the front.

Liang Jiansheng felt a mix of emotions, a slight tightness in his chest, yet a sense of relief.

Will I be criticized?

Can I post this?

What should I do if the school says they are "doing it privately"?
He had no way of knowing what the future held.

The sky was very blue, and dragonflies flew low.

The sun was shining on my back, feeling warm and cozy.

The chinaberry tree next to us has bloomed but hasn't borne fruit yet.

Much later, when Liang Jiansheng recalled that day, only a few fragments remained.

He couldn't remember what he ate for lunch that day.

I can't remember whether that poster was ever actually posted or not.

I can't even remember why I finally fell out with Chen Weimei.

The only thing he could remember was that indescribable feeling at the time.

I felt nervous and excited, and my cheeks were slightly flushed.

Just a little further ahead. Really.

Just a little bit.

An old world is about to pass away.

A new world is about to begin.

People flocked in from all directions.

Asia, Africa, Latin America, Northern and Southern Europe.

Workers, peasants, soldiers, young students, and intellectuals.

In a daze, Liang Jiansheng glimpsed the mighty tide of the times.

Now, decades later, where exactly did things go wrong?

History marches ever forward.

Many people stayed where they were.

(End of this chapter)