This article is a tribute to "The Golden Fishhook".
Note: This part of the content is not for profit purposes. The author writes this content in the hope that readers will not forget the sacrifices that our predecessors made for the country, the nation, and the happiness of our younger generations, and do not forget the legacy that our predecessors left for us. Precious spiritual property, I hope you will not be greedy for pleasure and resolutely fight against historical nihilism to the end!
Xiao Chen and the old platoon leader took on the responsibility of taking care of the sick and injured as they wished.
But the silly boy Xiao Chen was not happy for a few days when a sudden high fever quickly defeated him. He had to lie down and growl in pain. This was very painful for Lao Chen. He not only had to take care of the people in the team The two sick and wounded had to take care of the sick and wounded in other teams. It was okay at first, but the speed of the sick and wounded was really worrying. They continued to fall behind, so that they were completely separated from the main force. Captain Li wanted to wait for them, but he could afford to wait, but the fighter planes couldn't wait! They were already slow enough and couldn't waste any more time. They had to get out of here as soon as possible and rush to the Sixth Domain...
The old platoon leader chewed rotten grass roots. Recalling what Captain Li told him before leaving: "Bring these wounded out of the grassland alive, and pay attention to safety! Don't die!" The old platoon leader swallowed the straw and looked back at the wounded roasting on the fire. They were looking at their feet soaked in muddy water, with expressions of endurance on their faces. Seeing this, the old platoon leader couldn't help but feel very guilty.
No, this can't continue. Comrades must be given good nutrition so that they can recover faster... But, are there really fish here?
Forget it, let's give it a try... He caught an unnamed insect from under the grass roots and stuck it on a fishhook as bait. After searching hard for a long time, he found one among many small puddles. It looked like a large puddle with fish activity. He threw the fishing line into it, and then he waited quietly for the fish to take the bait.
The fish here are not big, so I have to catch a few more...
Finally, the hard work paid off, and I don’t know how long I waited. The old platoon leader felt the fishhook sink. He was so excited that he didn’t care about his feet. He tightened his grip on the fishing line and just pulled it. But at this moment, the sly The mud began to show its conspiracy. Just when the old platoon leader caught the fish from the water, he felt a sudden slip under his feet, and then his whole body fell heavily to the ground, and then he felt his body One fall——
It's over.
The old platoon leader forced himself to calm down and not panic. When encountering this kind of situation, you must not panic, let alone move around. He has no tools on his body, and there is no one around him. The wounded cannot walk fast. , just waiting for them to arrive, I will probably turn into a corpse...
"What should we do..." The old platoon leader was a rough man and had never learned about force area and effects, but he recalled the scene when he was unwilling to get up when he was a child, but when his parents forced him to get up, he would roll around like crazy.
Forget it, let’s treat a dead horse as a living doctor! The old platoon leader tried his best to keep his body as steady as possible on the ground and rolled quickly. As he lay down, the old platoon leader’s legs slowed down and gradually pulled out some, and then quickly moved forward Rolling sideways, the old platoon leader finally felt his body light up. He really made it out successfully.
The old platoon leader patted the mud on his body, turned around and went to look for the fish he had just caught, "Fish, where is the fish?" He looked down for a long time, only to turn around and catch a new one.
The situation of the wounded and sick on the other side was not optimistic. A soldier lying on the stretcher took out his gun and was about to point the gun at himself, but was stopped in time by Xiao Chen on the side. His pale face
He held his comrade's arm firmly with his hand and tried his best to utter only a few words.
"Stay alive, comrade..."
The sound was very soft, but it reached the ears of his comrades. It was enough. He put down the gun in his hand, tears flashed in his eyes. There was only one bullet in his gun. That was because he was thinking about what if he really couldn't walk. , it is prepared for you when you need the support of your comrades to delay the fighter plane and drag them back.
At this moment, the voice of the old platoon leader rang out, and everyone looked into the distance, only to see the old platoon leader slowly walking over. His steps were very slow, but his figure made people feel reassured. He was quickly bulging due to poor nutrition. He had no bones, but his shoulders were so tall and powerful. His eyes were severely sunken, but his eyes were particularly bright. What excited the sick and wounded even more was what he was holding in his right hand - several big fish!
As night fell, everyone sat around the fire, staring expectantly at the fish soup roasting in the pot on the fire. When the old platoon leader said it was done and took out a broken spoon to serve the soup to his comrades, everyone Everyone cheered.
"Come on, come on, eat slowly, don't burn your mouth..." The old platoon leader gave all the fish soup to the sick and wounded without hesitation, but soon he found that everyone did not gobble it up as he imagined, but instead Everyone was staring at him, "What's wrong? Eat quickly."
A young soldier handed his fish soup to the old platoon leader, "Old platoon leader, you drink it first."
"That's right, platoon leader, where's yours? Don't just give it to us!" "I have a lot of fish and meat! You drink from me, platoon leader!"
The old platoon leader slowly pushed back the fish soup handed to him and explained: "Don't worry about me, I've already drank it. Do you think fishing is easy? It's normal for me to supplement my nutrition."
Seeing this, everyone put aside their doubts and drank the fish soup after blowing a few mouthfuls of hot air. The long-lost deliciousness suddenly washed away the bitterness of the soldiers who had been eating grass roots and chewing tree bark for many days. In an instant, they felt a great feeling. Everyone was happy and happy, and the fish soup was quickly eaten away.
At night, everyone had a sweet dream.
The next day, I don’t know if it was because of the fish soup, but everyone was moving much faster. However, just when everyone was dreaming of walking out of the grass, a young man carrying a stretcher in front suddenly collapsed, and then the person on the stretcher suddenly collapsed. People also slipped into the swamp because the stretcher was unstable!
The stretcher bearer was obviously panicking. He waved his limbs desperately to escape, but doing so would only make him sink deeper and deeper. Everyone wanted to pull him up, but he had to let them rescue the seriously injured person lying on the stretcher first!
And the seriously wounded man couldn't bear to see his comrades taking risks for him: "Comrade, don't, don't save me...I, I will drag you down..."
While pulling with all his strength, a young soldier shouted: "No! You called me comrade! I have to rescue you!" The old platoon leader also said: "Little comrade! Lie down flat! Then roll hard in one direction! Quick!"
The seriously injured person was pulled out by everyone's concerted efforts, and the stretcher bearer also believed the old platoon leader's words, and let his body lie flat, and then rolled hard to one side. After a while, with a burst of exclamation, he It really rolled out!
"Yeah! -" Everyone cheered, and the old platoon leader also patted the shoulder of the soldier who saved his life, comforting: "Okay, okay, just be careful when you walk next time." Then he turned around and faced the crowd again. He started shouting: "Everyone has seen it, don't panic if you get stuck in the swamp in the future, just do as I say! Try to lie down as flat as possible, and then roll hard to one side!"
Everyone continued on the road, and time passed quickly. Every night, the old platoon leader would try to catch a few small fish to make fish soup to improve the food of his comrades. Every time he saw his comrades laughing and drinking fish soup. Not to mention how happy he was at that time. The injuries of his comrades had improved a lot under the nourishment of Lao Pai Chang's fish soup. Xiao Chen could also walk. But just as everyone was moving forward smoothly, they were about to see the grass. At the end of the line, the old platoon leader went out fishing as usual, but never came back...
At first, everyone joked that the old platoon leader had caught a huge fish and it took a lot of effort to transport it. But slowly, as the sun set and the moonlight shone on everyone's face, they also I immediately realized something was wrong...
Everyone couldn't sit still, and immediately split up to look for the old platoon leader, but no matter how everyone called, the old platoon leader's kind voice did not respond as expected, and when everyone gathered together panting, everyone's answer They all agreed: "Not found..."
Xiao Chen was completely anxious. Regardless of his physical discomfort, he turned around and started looking again...
Everyone searched all night, but they could not find it until the morning sun rose. But soon, with the help of the sun, everyone found the dying old platoon leader lying in the grass...
Everyone panicked, many of them cried bitterly, and some volunteered to go out and spend a lot of effort to catch some fish and make a delicious fish soup, but when everyone handed the fish soup to the old platoon leader When he opened his mouth, the old platoon leader did not open his mouth...
A comrade with medical skills among them checked for a long time, and finally stood up tremblingly, and told the cause of death with a look of disbelief on his face and a trembling tone:
"Old, old platoon leader, he, he is starving to death. Old platoon leader, please open your eyes and take a sip of fish soup. You... Platoon leader, I'm sorry..." He hugged the old man. The platoon leader burst into tears, but it was impossible for the old platoon leader to wake up and drink his fish soup.
Everyone also shed tears silently, and it started to rain lightly in the sky. The rain hit the old platoon leader's face, which was as dry as the bark of an old tree. His eyes were still looking at the direction of the end of the grassland... Everyone looked at the old platoon leader's face. I closed my eyes and painstakingly erected a monument for the old platoon leader, placed a bowl of fish soup in front of the monument, then saluted and solemnly said goodbye to the old platoon leader...
Before leaving, Xiao Chen couldn't help but look back in the direction of the old platoon leader's tombstone, and said silently in his heart: "Platoon leader, don't worry, we will definitely get out of the grass! We will definitely win!"
They continue to move forward...
