Writer 1978: I Need to Give the Literary World a Lesson

Chapter 536 The Heroic Black Panther Commando
"Well, I think our military spirit is rooted in our ancient history and culture, our national spirit, and was formed through a series of wars, including the Jinggang Mountains campaign, the Long March, and the War of Resistance Against Japan, guided by the thoughts of our elders. It is about loving the country, loving the Party, and loving the people," Liu Yimin said.

“Your work is comprehensive; our national spirit is part of the military soul.” Wei Wei urged Liu Yimin to continue writing.

After Liu Yimin finished writing the lyrics, Wei Wei praised him, saying, "It's well written. Although there's no music, it's very moving and evokes a sense of heroism. For example, 'Drink this bowl of wine from my hometown' expresses both the reluctance to leave home and the bravery of the soldiers."

Our country has a long history of farewell toasts; there's even a scene like that in the movie "Triumphant Return at Midnight"!

"Then I'll go back and have the people from the General Political Department compose a piece of music."

Wei Wei suddenly asked, "Did you think about this today, or have you been thinking about it for a long time?"

"Of course, I thought about it for a long time. This is not something that can be written in a short time. Especially yesterday's mobilization meeting, which moved me a lot. I felt that the sky above the auditorium was filled with the soaring spirit of Chinese soldiers, so I called it 'The Soul of the Chinese Army'," Liu Yimin explained.

Wei Wei felt something was off, but he didn't know what it was, so he lay down and went to sleep peacefully.

The song "The Soul of the Chinese Army" was written in 06 and later became the theme song for the TV series "Bright Sword".

Liu Yimin put the notebook into his bag and lay down to sleep peacefully.

The next morning, the aroma of food wafted into the tunnel. Liu Yimin and Wei Wei led everyone out of the tunnel and, guided by the soldiers, ate breakfast on the front line.

The battlefield was covered in dew. Liu Yimin and Wei Wei sat down on the ground, gazing at the sun rolling through the sea of ​​clouds, and began to eat with relish.

The soldiers next to them asked the two if they could get used to the food, and Wei Wei then told them about his history of eating fried noodles.

Liu Yimin said, "When we were filming 'Triumph at Midnight,' the food on the front lines was much worse than it is now. Now there's plenty of meat in the food."

Seeing some soldiers eating the canned fruit they had brought, Wei Wei and Liu Yimin exchanged a smile and continued eating their meal.

When there are no missions on the front lines, the situation is exceptionally relaxed, but one cannot simply walk out of the trenches, as it is easy to become a target for enemy snipers.

When Liu Yimin and Wei Wei met Li Jinsheng, a hero of the 417th Regiment, it was easy to tell from his appearance that he was older than the soldiers next to him, and his hands were calloused from building fortifications for his comrades.

"Hello, Comrade Li Jinsheng, we heard about your heroic deeds as soon as we arrived."

Li Jinsheng took off his helmet, scratched his head, and smiled shyly, "I don't have any heroic deeds. I just helped my comrades build the foxholes so that everyone could live as comfortably as possible."

“That’s remarkable. With your status as a wealthy household, you enjoy very comfortable living conditions in the Northwest. Your willingness to come to the battlefield is something we should all learn from,” Liu Yimin said.

Li Jinsheng leaned against the trench wall and told them about his military experience: "I never thought I would be a soldier in my life. If I have an opportunity, I will seize it. Thirty-five years old? I can do it at thirty-five. I have a wife and children, which is much better than these young people. Even if I die, I will leave behind descendants."

I'm an orphan; if it weren't for the government, I wouldn't be alive today.

Liu Yimin noted down what he said and planned to talk about it in detail in "Youth Night Talk" when he got back.

Li Jinsheng was awarded a second-class merit for building foxholes on the battlefield. His wife led the villagers to prosperity at home and later became a March 8th Red Banner Pacesetter in Shaanxi Province.

Around 10 o'clock, Commander Liu came over and said he would take them to see the training base.

"Comrade Li Jinsheng, let's take a picture together!" Liu Yimin straightened his clothes.

Wei Wei and Commander Liu also walked over and smiled at the camera.

Goodbye, Comrade Li Jinsheng!

"Goodbye, Comrade Yimin! Goodbye, Chief Wei!"

During a break from the front lines, Liu Yimin asked, "Commander Liu, isn't your command post a bit too far forward?"

"Forward? No, no. Although there is fighting here, the main battle is actually taking place on several distant hilltops. This area is considered the rear. Besides, a regimental-level unit has to go forward to command."

Wei Wei asked Liu Yimin to bring out his book, "The Soul of the Chinese Army," for Commander Liu to see. Commander Liu took the notebook, read it once, and said, "I'm a roughneck, I don't understand much, but I think it's pretty good. Comrade Yimin, I'm sure many people will sing it when the time comes."

"Commander Liu, thank you for taking us to visit the commando unit."

"This is nothing, the team members also want to see you!"

Upon arriving at the training camp, the commando soldiers, dressed in distinctive camouflage, wearing helmets, and with ammunition pouches and grenades hanging from their waists, were practicing close-quarters combat, ambushes, and assaults.

Wei Wei said, "These soldiers are all very young!"

"They are very young, most of them are under twenty years old," Commander Liu said.

The Black Panther Commando Unit consisted of 88 members, all of whom were agile and well-trained. On January 7, 1987, this group of young men officially began their assault operation. Most of them died heroically in the battle; of the 1 members of the First Commando Unit, only six survived.

Of the six men, all were injured; of the more than 80 team members, fewer than 10 survived.

"Commander, the assault team leader, Guo Ji'e, is leading the assault team in training. Please give instructions."

"Please stop here. These are Comrade Wei Wei and Comrade Liu Yimin. They are here on behalf of the delegation to visit you."

"Yes!"

Captain Guo immediately gathered everyone together, and Regiment Commander Liu gave another pep talk to the assault team members, then introduced Wei Wei and Liu Yimin.

"Comrades, welcome, welcome!"

The soldiers clapped and craned their necks to slap Liu Yimin. Liu Yimin waved to everyone and then had his things brought in.

"Comrades, you've all worked hard. Sit down here and take a rest," Commander Liu said.

The soldiers from the 235th Regiment who accompanied them distributed supplies to everyone. Liu Yimin sat down on the ground and chatted with everyone, inviting them to try the canned food.

"Are most of you from Shaanxi Province?"

“There are many people from the Northwest, from all the provinces,” Guo Ji’e said with a smile.

Liu Yimin was talking quietly with a soldier, who said shyly, "I don't ask for wealth or honor, I only ask to come back safely. Of course, if I really don't come back, I will fight to the death."

"Go home safely, your family is waiting for you!" Liu Yimin said, then looked at a soldier next to him.

"Comrade, what's your name?"

"My name is Ma Zhanfu."

Liu Yimin paused for a moment, then gripped Ma Zhanfu's hand tightly. Ma Zhanfu felt the strength in Liu Yimin's hand, and not understanding why, he chuckled and came over to hug Liu Yimin's shoulder.

The comrades next to him applauded and cheered. Ma Zhanfu smiled and offered Liu Yimin a cigarette, which he accepted. Liu Yimin then distributed the cigarettes he had brought to the soldiers.

Ma Zhanfu was one of the martyrs of the 1.7 attack. His last words before he died were only the twenty-six "mothers" from the tape recorder!
During a moment of entertainment, Liu Yimin and Wei Wei sang "The Song of the Moon" with everyone. The soldiers' homesickness filled the camp with the rhythm of the song.

Wei Wei said, "Let's sing 'The People's Army Is Loyal to the Party' and 'The Motherland Will Not Forget' again!"

After the song was finished, Liu Yimin looked at Commander Liu and said in a low voice, "Commander Liu, can these soldiers go to see the performance in the back? After all, their mission hasn't started yet, and I think they should relax a bit."

Commander Liu pondered for a moment and said, "Alright, I'll communicate with the rear and arrange seating." "Commander Liu, these soldiers are too young. I hope the support will be strong enough so that the assault team suffers fewer losses," Liu Yimin said.

Commander Liu said, "Comrade Yimin, don't worry, these are all my soldiers. I brought them from the Northwest, and I have a responsibility to bring more soldiers back with me."

At 5 p.m., Liu Yimin and the soldiers got into a car and returned to their barracks. The soldiers stood on the car, which had no tarpaulin, cheering and singing military songs.

Sunlight shone on the young faces of the soldiers, and songs filled the red mud road.

The evening performance was packed to capacity. Backstage, the drama troupe members were listless; the intense performance had made them too tired to talk to anyone. But once on stage, they were full of energy again.

This place is the liveliest in the front-line military camp. The 47th Army's garrison in Tianshui also sends a government delegation here to express their condolences, but they don't have a drama troupe of this caliber.

Military songs resounded, and battle flags fluttered.
Around 10 p.m., the performance ended, and the soldiers from each unit were led back one by one. Liu Yimin shook hands with each of the Black Panther team members to see them off.

On the way back, the soldiers were all talking about how Liu Yimin was so approachable.

"I wonder if we'll ever have a chance to get to Yanjing!"

"Comrades, go back and get some rest tonight, and continue training tomorrow," Guo Ji'e said loudly.

Upon entering the dormitory, Li Xuejian simply called out "Professor Liu" before lying motionless on the bed. After a long while, she drowsily went to wash her feet.

Liu Yimin lay in bed, tossing and turning all night without sleeping. Part of the reason was Li Xuejian's snoring, and part of the reason was that the smiles of the commando members kept appearing in Liu Yimin's mind.

Over the next few days, Liu Yimin and Wei Wei moved between various positions, answering all sorts of questions the soldiers had.

"Comrade Yimin, do all the girls in the city wear makeup?"

"Haha, we'll see. Don't the lads on our position also wear makeup?" Seeing everyone's confusion, Liu Yimin said with a smile, "This military uniform is the best cosmetic for us men."

His tall and straight figure, look how handsome he is!

Liu Yimin successfully amused everyone, and the soldiers subconsciously straightened their clothes, making sure the buttons and belts were neatly fastened.

During a break, Liu Yimin saw Wei Wei writing notes, wanting to record everything that happened on the battlefield.

Wei Wei closed his notebook, looked at the position, and said, "These ten days have gone by so fast. It's time to go back soon."

“Yes, the drama troupe has been performing at various venues for three days now, and they should be going back in two more days. We’ve almost run out of sausages,” Liu Yimin said.

Every time we left the battlefield, a group of soldiers would see us off.

After leaving the position, Wei Wei said, "The forward command is preparing to set up a professional radio station, mainly for psychological counseling and entertainment for the soldiers."

"That's good."

“Your suggestion is indeed good, but we still need to see the actual results,” Wei Wei said.

On December 5th, Liu Yimin and his comrades stood in front of the military camp, where some leaders from the 47th and 27th Armies came to see them off and thank them for the joy they brought to the front lines.

"Goodbye, comrades. Wait for our triumphant return." Commander Qian waved his arm and saw everyone off to the car.

As troops from the 27th Army arrived one after another, the atmosphere of battle within the army grew increasingly intense.

Wei Wei grasped Chief Qian's hand and said, "Old Qian, when we get back to Yanjing, I'll treat you to a drink."

"Goodbye, Chief Qian!" Liu Yimin said.

"goodbye!"

"Goodbye, Commander Qin!"

Goodbye! When you get back to Yanjing, I'll treat you to a drink.

They came in on a military transport plane, and they returned on the same military transport plane. On the way back, apart from Liu Yimin and Wei Wei, even Commander Wei kept his head down and didn't say a word.

The military truck was so bumpy that they treated it like a rocking bed.

"Everyone, wake up, it's time to board the plane!" Liu Yimin said with a smile, nudging the sleeping crowd.

"We've arrived?" The actors in the drama troupe opened their eyes groggily.

Once on the plane, they all fell asleep again in no time. Liu Yimin and Wei Wei simply closed their eyes as well.

At 7 p.m., the plane landed smoothly at Yanjing West Suburb Airport. As soon as they got off the plane, they felt the biting cold wind of Yanjing, and the drowsy crowd immediately woke up.

The General Political Department's car was waiting at the airport. They first took them back to the General Political Department for a meal, and then sent the rest of them to their dormitories or homes.

At ten o'clock, Liu Yimin returned to the courtyard. He opened the door and walked into the courtyard. Zhu Lin was sitting in the study waiting for him. She was startled when she saw a dark figure appear outside the study.

Thinking that Fugui'er in the courtyard hadn't called out, she realized that Liu Yimin had returned.

"Teacher Liu, are you hungry? I'll make you a bowl of noodles!" Zhu Lin asked with a smile as she took Liu Yimin's package.

"I've already eaten. You should go to sleep early. I have the key; it's so cold outside."

"The study isn't cold. I'll go check the bathwater for you. Take a bath and go to sleep."

"Okay, I'll go change my clothes."

Liu Yimin grabbed his pajamas and went into the bathroom. There was no bathroom heater, so Zhu Lin ran the hot water for a while until the room was filled with warmth so it wouldn't be too cold.

“Let’s move to the Overseas Chinese Apartments tomorrow,” Liu Yimin said.

"Row!"

Zhu Lin helped Liu Yimin take off his clothes, preparing to help him take a bath. Liu Yimin asked with a smile, "Have you taken a bath?"

Not yet?

"Let's come together!" Liu Yimin said with a smile.

Countless splashes of water hit the floor, the sound of water gurgling. When they returned to the bedroom, Liu Yimin once again assaulted them.

Zhu Lin didn't dodge, and smiled as she beckoned to Liu Yimin: "Teacher Liu, it's only been ten days."

"Haha, it feels like every day is an eternity!"

The sounds coming from the room disappeared under the howling northwest wind; the stronger the wind was outside, the louder the sounds inside.

P.S.: The next chapter will be updated later, I'm currently writing it!
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