No matter how beautiful the moonlight is, it only lasts for eight or nine hours. At dawn, the sun rises in the east and the moon sets in the west, unchanged forever.
At 6:30 in the morning, the whistle sounded, and the sleepy soldiers were driven out of the tents by the squad leaders and platoon leaders. They dismantled the tents against the mountain wind and air-conditioning, packed all the camp items into boxes, and poured out the last bowl of leftover soup. With the embers of the smoldering bonfire, and sparse light spots shining through the woods, the soldiers put on their military hats, mounted or held their horses, and continued to climb forward.
The Qianshan Mountains are generally not high. The main peak, Laotieshan Mountain, is only over 2,000 meters above sea level. If you really want to climb the mountain in a straight line, a two-day trek is more than enough. However, the team had to pass through numerous maintenance targets on the mountainside in sequence, which was equivalent to going around the mountain range, from one peak to the next, and finally reached the main peak and slowly climbed up. At the rate of completing one every two days, they will not reach the top of the mountain until the tenth to twelfth day of training, where they will climb to the top and plant a flag, find an edelweiss and insert it into their hair, indicating that they have completed a period of arduous mountain training. .
The spring rain was pouring, and it was cold and wet. It started to rain after sunrise. Even though the enthusiasm for the battle was still there yesterday, after walking all morning, the rain dropped and dampened the energy. Everyone huddled in their ponchos, silently holding the reins. Those with energy could urge the mules and horses to move quickly. Those who were half-covered in mud couldn't help but be listless, thinking about when to set up camp so they could dry their clothes.
Seeing that morale was weakening, the platoon leader looked slightly anxious and took the lead in singing a military song. For the first time, everyone sang along. The loud singing resounded throughout the valley and startled countless birds. Then the singing was interrupted by the neighing of horses.
"Horse! Horse!"
The horse stepped on the slippery grass, and the limbs were tangled and slipped directly. It whined and turned sideways, and the horse neighed. The cavalryman was pressed by the heavy horse body, and his face suddenly turned blue. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not push away the weight. The war horse weighed hundreds of kilograms, and the horse with a broken ankle was kicking desperately. How could he care about his owner in the severe pain? The cavalryman was sometimes pressed into the mud and sometimes pressed repeatedly by his horse.
When people finally pulled out the wounded, the medical soldiers had not yet put on the stethoscope and lifted the thermal underwear of the injured, and saw a large dent in the chest. The cavalry spitting blood coughed up internal organs fragments, which spattered the medical soldiers one by one. In her hands, Xu Shengnan, who was about to cry, was at a loss. She didn't know how to save this comrade whose sternum was shattered and the bone fracture was inserted into the internal organs.
"Save him! Save him! Save!" Chen Xiaoxiang roared. She wanted to rush through, but was blocked by people. It took three strong men to hold down the slender female cavalry. Amid the roars, people watched helplessly as a young man lost his life.
Xu Shengnan couldn't feel the injured person's breath, so she injected a cardiotonic needle and began to breathe air from mouth to mouth. After a while, her lips were covered with blood, so she shouted: "Pacemaker", amidst the crackling sound of electricity. , the wounded man's chest, with his eyes wide open, bounced up and down again and again. Finally, under the silent gaze of everyone, Xu Shengnan collapsed weakly, shaking his head tremblingly.
There was no white cloth, the poncho wrapped the body, and the war horse with two broken legs could not survive. This war horse, which was so dirty that it could not be seen as white, lay in the muddy water, licking/licking the owner's gradually graying face. The big copper bell eyes were filled with tears, and they flowed down to the body of the young master.
Chen Xiaoxiang walked to the deceased comrade and squatted down, stroking the mane of his horse with one hand, and gently "shhh~" "shhhh". Looking at this young man who was only seventeen years old, she knew that these half-grown boys Look at the complicated look in her eyes. Her nose is twitching, as if she is whispering or singing a song:
"Horse racing... running... horse racing on the slippery hills..."
Chen Xiaoxiang's back was turned to everyone, so no one could see the tears on her face. She sat down, hugged the gray-faced young man, hugged his face, and sang slowly and sadly:
"A...a cloud, yo..."
"The women in this world... let you... beg for it, yo..."
She pulled up her collar to wipe away her tears. She couldn't let anyone else see her crying, so when she stood up, she had an extra gun in her hand.
Chen Xiaoxiang turned to look at the horse that was also looking up at her. She recognized everyone's horse in the class. Her name is "Juanzi", a beautiful mare who has followed her owner since she was in the recruit company. She has crawled through fire hoops, jumped over broken bridges, and won several competitions with her owner. However, because she was not her The mistake killed its owner.
"Hush~shh~" Chen Xiaoxiang hugged the horse's head, perhaps knowing the fate that followed. Juanzi rubbed Chen Xiaoxiang, who buried her cheek in the horse's neck, which was made of dirty hair. Chen Xiaoxiang held it He raised the gun, took off the hammer with his thumb, and pointed it towards the past.
"Bang." A gunshot rang out.
The gurgling horse blood dyed Chen Xiaoxiang's clothes red, but when she stood up, she became the indifferent cavalry squad leader again.
Seeing Chen Xiaoxiang packing up the remains of the deceased, Xu Bowen sighed and said sadly: "Hey, I didn't expect there were no casualties yesterday, but today..."
"He might as well die in the battle."
Shen Rusong couldn't help but feel sad when he heard this: "I have to say that having a good time is also a kind of happiness."
Xu Bowen shook his head and replied: "We have sworn an oath under the military flag, but when that day comes, how many of us are not afraid?"
Shen Ru let go of his hands and put them on his back. He looked at the company flag flying at the front of the team, the deep purple fluttering in the wind. Under the tassels of the flagpole was the green valley. He could hear the chirping of insects and birds. cried, so he sighed:
"Where is the motherland but my hometown?"
Shen Rusong saw Chen Xiaoxiang break open the deceased's military status card and put one piece into the deceased's mouth, which meant that he died as a soldier. She held the piece tightly for a moment and finally handed it back to the army for identification, which represented that this soldier would forever Disappeared.
Riding boots on the mud, an old cavalryman and a company instructor returned first with the body. A sad and low whistle sounded on the narrow mountain road, like a sob. The soldiers parted ways on their own initiative, and the horses carrying the bodies snorted. The two horses and the three people disappeared faintly in the light rain.
Shen Rusong lowered his head and observed a moment of silence. Only then did he understand why the platoon leader said, "It would be better for him to die in battle." Then he would be a martyr, and his name would be engraved in a more prominent position in another row of Longshan Tianmen Stone Tablet, rather than some training death indicator.
But what else could there be? After a person dies, what else can he care about? Apart from his desperate mother and lover, who will remember him in a few years? People have always only remembered the thousands of fallen soldiers. Under the commemorative monuments and memorial pillars, even if they are comrades, who will remember the name next to the familiar name.
They are all unknown warriors.
