"Okay, if you understand, let's go." The instructor Yang Fengrui said with a hint of regret.
This student is the most solid theoretical cadre he has seen in the past few years of teaching. I thought I could take the time to discuss it, but I didn't expect the deputy dean to be so decisive.
The first batch sent him away.
The orderly Xiao Wen was also a little reluctant to give up. Following Chen Ming was his most relaxing period, at least unlike some cadres who were in training and bossed around. He had to clean the house, make quilts, and clean the house.
I am as busy as a top every day. Although I am not angry, I cannot take any time off.
Chen Ming does many things by himself and does not need servicemen at all. Who would have thought that after only a few days of following him, he has not enjoyed a few days of blessings, and the leader is about to leave the grassroots level.
There was definitely nothing he could do, so he could only fold all the clothes and personal belongings in the dormitory and put them into his backpack.
Chen Ming took it easily, walked to the military mirror at the door of the dormitory, straightened his clothes, and nodded to the three people in the dormitory.
Then, he strode downstairs without looking back.
The college arranged a car to take him directly to the airport. At this time, other students in the same batch were still in class. No one came to see him off, and no one knew that Chen Ming had already set off at this time.
After boarding the vehicle arranged downstairs in the dormitory, Chen Ming couldn't wait to put his backpack on the empty seat next to him, picked up the information bag, opened it, and took out the ticket inside. When he saw the destination marked Kuqa Guizi.
Chen Ming's hand shook and he almost threw the ticket out of the car window.
Nima, southern Xinjiang? ! !
Taking another look, it was almost certain that it was Southern Xinjiang. He didn't recognize many of the place names there, but he had a vague impression. It was probably close to being called by such a name.
The corner of his mouth twitched and he continued to pull out the transfer letter. Sure enough, the name of the Second Company of the Simhana Border Guard Regiment in Southern Xinjiang was still unfamiliar to him. He took out the map in the information bag and the letter of introduction to the unit.
Chen Ming looked through them one by one. According to the information, this second border defense company belongs to the heroic model company, guarding the majestic national gate. The company has won first-class and second-class collective merit many times, and was also awarded the title of the Western Border Guard Model Company. Honorary title.
Sitting in the car, he read through all the information and checked the location on his mobile phone. Chen Ming finally raised his eyebrows slightly and couldn't help but mutter.
Isn't this old man Lin really naughty and deliberately arranged for him to be here?
Chen Ming is not afraid of the difficult conditions in the border defense force. He is not afraid of the lack of supplies. He will not resist if there is danger at any time. As a soldier, if he doesn't go to dangerous places, who else can he let go?
The key is that this is a place directly under the jurisdiction of the Southern Xinjiang Military Region. Chen Ming has never had any "enemies" since he joined the army, but Southern Xinjiang is definitely an exception.
During the military training, if I were to mention the name of the bandit brigade, who would remain fresh in my memory the most? It was definitely this place.
Damn it, we can’t arrange it in the eastern war zone as promised. We have to move ourselves to a farther place. Let’s not talk about the central war zone. Most of them are areas in developed cities. But let’s just say that we can’t consider the northern and southern war zones?
He happened to be sent to the Western Theater Command and integrated into the border defense regiment of the Southern Xinjiang Military Region. Wasn't this sending him to the "enemies"?
Not to mention that he couldn't reveal his identity, even if he was asked to do so, Chen Ming would have to think twice. There are probably many people in the Tianshan Eighth Division and the Baiyun Mountain Regiment who are thinking about him now.
Especially when the retirement season has just passed, or even before it has ended, and the impact of the defeat in the military training has just begun to take effect, he, a guy who has put in a lot of effort, is being pushed through. It's not like this, right?
This petty old man was afraid that he would cool down too slowly.
You know, this kind of border defense unit is hard work in itself. Not to mention the environment, the various challenges are particularly arduous.
Although the soldiers inside are not special forces, the possibility of facing real guns and live ammunition may be no less than that of special forces.
After all, we are guarding the border at the border, and we often face various emergencies. Appropriate exchanges of fire may be commonplace.
Moreover, the second border defense company that he was about to embark on was still a model company.
Where did the title of model come from? ?
No need to think about it, it must have been fed out in countless actual battles. Whenever there is any movement or something happens, real swords and guns will be used.
After all, as a model company, the experience is there, and the risks are also high. This is not like an ordinary exercise, using only blank ammunition.
This place is full of live ammunition with warheads.
This old man was really not afraid of something happening to him there. Chen Ming shook his head and looked out the window with a smile. He was enjoying the blazing sunshine that was the only thing he might have come into contact with recently.
Once you reach the border guards at high altitude, this kind of temperature is probably very luxurious.
To be honest, although border defense is a bit difficult and dangerous, in terms of fear, it is really out of the question for Chen Ming.
Although he is not a military king, nor is he an indestructible warrior, at least his military qualities are still online.
If there is an emergency, Chen Ming feels that with his professionalism, it shouldn't be a big problem to deal with it. He just needs to be on guard against someone coming to deceive him or attack him secretly.
After thinking for a long time, Chen Ming let out a sigh of relief.
That's it, just make peace with what you've come to, the above has arranged it, just obey.
The temperature in high-altitude areas is very low. After arriving there, my smartphone will probably have to shut down. Unless I go back to the dormitory, I usually can't turn it on.
While sitting in the car, Chen Ming made a phone call to his home and contacted Chai Shuyao. He politely informed him that the recent training course arrangement was rather sudden and his cell phone might be turned off from time to time.
Chen Ming didn't know how he was studying at the National Defense University. The college had already notified the war zone, and the place where he arranged to go was not entirely decided by the college.
Others don't know if anyone will intervene, but Chai Yansong personally formulated, stamped, and finalized all the procedures where he worked at the grassroots level.
The conditions and environment of the border defense force are difficult. Soldiers who can get used to staying here are undoubtedly great. Chen Ming is capable but has no qualifications. To stop Youyou from talking, his task is bound to be more difficult than that of other trainees. .
Chai Yansong had a plan for a long time, but he didn't expect Chen Ming to be so energetic. As soon as he went to the National Defense University to further his studies, he took advantage of the opportunity to ask questions and revealed the theoretical courses he was studying.
The purpose of the further education plan is to allow these commanders to learn more theories. Now that they know it well, there is no need to do more.
The second phase was started immediately, and the war zone, also headed by Chai Yansong, nodded in agreement with this proposal.
It's just that Chen Ming didn't know about these things, and neither did Chai Shuyao.
Shimen, a city he had just set foot in for a few days, was about to leave again.
The people from the college just sent him to the airport, said hello briefly, and left straight away.
There was no timetable for reporting, and no explanation as to whether anyone would be there to receive them when they arrived.
But according to Chen Ming's own estimation, this was an arrangement for further training, and it was not a normal transfer. He was afraid that no one would pick him up, and he would need to transfer all the way to the army to report.
After boarding the plane at the scheduled time, Chen Ming was not as confused or anxious as he imagined, nor did he show any worry at all.
It seemed that he was treating this transfer as a short journey. He put on his blindfold and lay there to rest as soon as he got on the plane.
In his dream, he dreamed of his former comrades-in-arms, of the squad leader of the recruit company who had been retired for a long time, and of Jiang Peng, the recruit platoon leader, who was the first person in the army who truly cared about him.
He told these people that he was about to report to the border defense force. It was a place beyond his knowledge and a place that his comrades had never been exposed to in the past.
It is a place where the most admirable soldiers in news reports can stay.
In the eyes of many soldiers, it is a place with high wages and high subsidies, which is synonymous with poor environment and difficult conditions.
It is a sacred monument that shows that we would rather bury loyalties at the border than let our motherland lose any ground.
It is the hometown of heroes and the home of tough men.
In his dream, a voice told him that if you want to go to the west, you cannot just serve as an ordinary soldier in the west, let alone experience life in order to complete the so-called transfer.
When you go to the west, you have to bear the thousands of miles of ice and snow on the border, and you have to bear the responsibility of holding a steel gun under the cold moon at the border.
You want to see the dawn sun shining on the western land, you want to see the armor flowing and the cannon roaring.
We must remember the people who will stay there forever, and we must understand the dedication and responsibility of countless Western soldiers.
We must tell the motherland loudly, tell the people, tell relatives, please rest assured to the motherland, please rest assured to the people, please rest assured to all brothers and sisters, I am the strong army! ! !
In the dream, Chen Ming couldn't tell who this vague voice was, but it didn't matter. The voice sounded very much like Zhao Lifei, the veteran squad leader who had retired, and also very much like Jiang Peng, the recruit platoon leader.
Much like Artillery Brigade Commander Tang Zhen, much like Yuanhuo Second Battalion Commander Xu Kai, like Recruit Company Commander Guo Yuanzheng, and Yuanhuo First Company Commander Chu Xiongqiao.
Like everyone who has ever encouraged me.
wake up.
After more than three hours of flight, the plane finally arrived at the airport in southern Xinjiang.
Chen Ming took a deep breath and looked at the blue sky outside, feeling relaxed for no reason.
The first time he came, he came with troops and a "sword", and his mission was to fight.
This time, he did not bring his "sword", he was alone and alone. He came with the mission of being a soldier in the west. He also wanted to experience the life of the border guards firsthand.
When he came out of the airport, Chen Ming looked around and saw no one to pick him up. It seemed that he had guessed well before departure. This transfer was not an ordinary order arrangement.
He is no longer a major either.
But it doesn't matter. I've already made up my mind that I'm not here for pleasure. I turned on my phone and looked at the map in my hand, walked out of the airport and started taking the shuttle bus.
It's not that he's not in a hurry, it's mainly because of the location of the Second Border Defense Company. Even if he's in a hurry, no one is willing to take a taxi.
I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to get there even if he took a taxi until midnight, and even if he could get there, the driver wouldn't be willing to do it.
After all, judging from the map, the location of the Second Border Defense Company is really too remote. According to his temporary route plan, he would have to transfer at least five or six buses, arrive at a town, and then walk for about five or six hours. to location.
There were only two transfers in between, and it was already completely dark.
I got off the third bus and looked at the time on the communicator. It already pointed to 11pm.
On the spot, he gave up the idea of continuing to rush to the army to report. Fortunately, it got dark relatively late in southern Xinjiang. Even at 11 o'clock in the evening, it was only the same as in the mainland. It had just darkened not long ago.
Chen Ming checked the clothes he was traveling with. The thick clothes the school had prepared for him were okay, at least they were more thoughtful.
But he still took a taxi and asked the driver to take him to a more prosperous place, preferably a shopping mall, hotel or inn nearby.
He planned to buy a few coats to keep out the cold and bring some snacks. Generally, the conditions of the border guards were not very good, and transportation was not good. Anyway, if he went there by himself, it would be a good idea to bring more.
In this unfamiliar place, if someone is carrying a backpack and holding a map in front of their mobile phone, they will look like strangers.
The taxi driver promised to take him from this street to a small hotel on another street, and then quoted a random price and raped him severely.
But when he saw Chen Ming wearing a straight military uniform, the driver who had just wanted to rip off customers was instantly discouraged and honestly arranged Chen Ming to a nearby hotel with a very nice environment.
He also enthusiastically introduced what shopping malls were nearby and their approximate price ranges to prevent him from being ripped off.
Chen Ming is also very self-aware, knowing that this is a bonus brought by his skin, and after simply saying thank you.
I ran to the hotel to check in, put my belongings in the room, and then went to the mall to buy a lot of food and clothing.
It's not that he wasn't in a hurry, he was in an unfamiliar place, and the location of this report was on the border. If he got lost while walking in the middle of the night, he might have gone abroad.
He is also wearing a military uniform. If he crosses the border, he may even cause an international conflict if he is not careful.
This is still a good thing. After all, after the two parties negotiated, the misunderstanding was resolved. At most, it was a bit embarrassing, and I could come back.
Wouldn't it be even more embarrassing if we went too far, if it was too dark at night and there were no clear landmarks to identify?
After purchasing what he needed and checking again and again to see that nothing was missing or missing, Chen Ming returned to the hotel to rest.
The next morning.
Chen Ming got up early, and after a simple wash, he ran to the hotel restaurant for breakfast.
Although this is not a luxury hotel, in order to attract customers, it also made a gimmick that breakfast is included in the stay to attract more people to stay.
But compared to the National Defense University and Tiger Wolf Camp, the sumptuous breakfast dishes provided here are too ordinary, no different from those at street stalls.
The buffet-style bread and fried dough sticks really don't match the luxurious and bright restaurant decoration.
After Chen Ming had eaten, he returned to the hotel room and took out the map again, marking the route again.
Then I checked out, took a taxi and continued to the bus station.
The Second Company of Border Defense was stationed in a high-altitude area, almost next to the border. If he wanted to get there, he could only take a shuttle bus to a nearby village and town, and then walk up there.
After taking a taxi to the passenger terminal, where there were not many pedestrians, Chen Ming deliberately asked the conductor to make further inquiries to avoid the map given by the college being too old and causing the route to change.
After confirming that there were no problems with the route I planned, I started another day's journey.
Successfully boarded the shuttle bus that was about to leave.
It seems that the quality of shuttle buses running in rural areas across the country is not very good, especially in areas like this that are far away from big cities and have relatively weak economic development. The condition of the shuttle buses is simply appalling.
As soon as the engine started ringing, the entire frame of the vehicle shook and rattled.
Chen Ming looked at the frame and was always worried whether it would collapse.
However, the middle-aged driver in the car and the relatively mellow cashier lady were not surprised by this.
The calmness of the two people indirectly reassured Chen Ming a lot. He thought that he was not so unlucky that he fell apart after just one ride.
Since it was relatively early at this time, he was the only passenger in the car.
The driver started the vehicle skillfully, while the cashier lady next to him kept looking at the only passenger in the car.
The area is remote, and the shuttle bus development is not formal. There are not many passengers who go to the station to buy tickets. Most of them stop the shuttle bus on its only way.
At first, Chen Ming thought that although this shuttle bus was a little worn out, it would at least be treated like a private car. Unexpectedly, not long after the bus left the passenger terminal, people were everywhere on the roadside waving to stop the bus.
It's not the Spring Festival travel rush, it's not a holiday, it's not even a weekend. The people blocking the trains are basically old people wearing floral cloths and leaning on crutches. When they smile, they reveal two rows of toothless gums.
Some of them would carry several cardboard boxes with holes in them. From some cardboard boxes, the chirping sounds of chickens could be heard, while from other boxes, the quacking ducklings could be heard.
Chen Ming has been sitting at the back, witnessing everything in front of him. Anyway, he has to take every bus to the terminal, and then take the next bus from the terminal, so there is no rush.
Feeling the atmosphere of a strange place, there was also an old lady sitting next to him and chatting to him along the way. Chen Ming naturally listened attentively and didn't say a word the whole time.
It's not that he's rude, it's that he doesn't understand at all.
In the end, the old lady said she was anxious, pointed at the military uniform on his body, and spoke with excitement and excitement for a long time. Then her face showed anticipation, as if she was waiting for his answer.
Chen Ming looked at her blankly, with a confused look on his face.
In the end, the ticket collector enthusiastically solved the problem and helped him answer the question while speaking Mandarin with a heavy accent. Only then did he find out that the grandson of the old lady also joined the army last year and did not come back for the New Year.
Seeing him seemed to be seeing his grandson, and asked him which village he was from and whether he knew his grandson.
Chen Ming could only smile bitterly at these questions. He just said that he was not from the local area and was here to find friends.
Then, the people in the car asked their friends in which village they were. There was nothing they didn't know about in every village.
Along the way, Chen Ming spoke Mandarin that he could understand, chatting with local old men and women, but no one could understand what the other said.
On the contrary, they talked happily.
Maybe this is a manifestation of the fish-water situation between the military and civilians.
Chen Ming did not feel bored. He talked freely with the local people as if he had just left the military camp to cleanse his soul.
The shuttle bus changed again and again.
The passengers changed again, but the enthusiasm never diminished.
Finally, the last stop arrived, and it was around four o'clock in the afternoon.
Chen Ming packed his bags and prepared to go up the mountain. According to the estimated distance, it might take five or six hours to go up the mountain.
Hopefully we can reach the outpost before dark.
(End of chapter)
