Chapter 184: Letter

Chapter 184: Letter

Although the TV is black and white, and the images are blurred due to the poor signal, the soldiers still enjoy watching it. They even cheered for the wonderful programs from time to time, and sometimes they were amused by the crosstalk. Most of the soldiers were people who had never watched TV. The strange thing was that the upper side room was walking and running around in a hurry.

I also lie comfortably on the bed and enjoy this rare leisure. Speaking of which, since the chaos of my time and space have occurred, all my time has been either fighting or training. I rarely relax without any burden or pressure. At this time, I can lie freely in bed and eat and sleep when I want to eat, sleep when I want to sleep, and when I am bored, I can still watch TV while eating melon seeds... I feel that there is no better day than this.

At this moment, I was thinking in my heart: How great would it be if I could live such a life in the future!

But I also know that this is impossible. As a member of the Special Reconnaissance Brigade and I am the captain, we will never have a day of rest. If we can really rest, it will either end the war or lie in the coffin...

It's funny to say that in modern times, I can be said to be living every day, or even tired of it, but now I feel that it is an out of reach dream.

At this time, the crosstalk talk on TV changed and the topic of heroes was mentioned. Perhaps it was related to the soldiers, or the soldiers thought it was a very serious topic, so they all calmed down. They kept their mouths jokingly, put down their hands, and sat up on the bed... No one issued an order, and the soldiers sat up very consciously, as if they were subject to the inspection by the leader!

I saw two crosstalk actors wearing long robes singing and talking on the TV:

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"For example, just take the hero in this movie and say it! He can't be beaten to death!"

"Um?"

"This is so evil!"

"Is that so? What's going on?"

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"Ba, bha, bha, bha..., why are you still alive?"

"I can't die! Even if you beat me into honeycomb coal, you can't die!"

"Why is that?"

"The hero is not dead!"

The audience on the TV burst into laughter, but the soldiers who were sitting in front of the TV were all pale and all sat and couldn't speak as if they were slapped...

After a long time, the people from my hometown walked up and turned off the TV with a "snap", then pulled out a cigarette and squatted on the ground and lit it. Smoothing silently, the military camp was as quiet as death. No one spoke, and he didn't want to speak at the same time.

Actually, I also know that the original intention of this crosstalk is to criticize unreasonable methods of making movies, but they did not take into account what we soldiers would feel after watching this show. This feeling is very strange, because we will feel... we bleed and sacrificed on the front line, and we will fight to the death for the motherland, the people and the Vietnamese in the front... but we will still be regarded as a joke!

"Captain Cui!" After a long time, the people in my hometown stood up and walked up to me, took out a letter from my arms and said, "Do you remember we made an appointment with everyone to write a letter to my home? This letter was from Company Commander Xu. When we evacuated, he handed the letter to me!"

"Company Commander Xu..." Hearing this, I couldn't help but think of Xu Yongjian, who stayed in Vietnam forever in order to cover our retreat. His last shout came over and over again in my mind, "Comrades! Go home for us! Go home for us..."

I slowly received the letter from my hometown, but I didn't understand what the purpose of my hometown was doing. But after seeing the address written on the letter, I understood that Xu Yongjian was actually from Guangxi.

"Battery Commander!" the hometown man explained: "Most soldiers are too far away from us, so we may not be able to send these letters in person. But I sorted out and there were a few letters in Guangxi. I thought... I took these days of holidays to deliver these letters to my family, but I don't know..."

"Let's go together!" I jumped out of the bed as soon as I was gurgled, and said, "They are all my subordinates, and I cannot be missing those who send these letters!"

"I'll go too!"

"I'll go too! I'm the soldier of Company Commander Xu!"

"And I! Company Commander Xu saved our lives!"

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As soon as I said this, the soldiers surrounded them, with tears and requests in their eyes. Those soldiers who died were our brothers of life and death. We are back, but they can come back only with one letter... If we can't hand this letter to their family, then are we still humans?!

"Oh! What's wrong?" At this time, Political Commissar Yang pushed the door and walked in and asked in confusion: "What's wrong? Why don't you watch TV? The TV is broken?"

"Political Commissar!" I handed the letter up and reported it: "This is the letter left by our sacrificed soldiers..."

"Well! No problem, I will arrange for someone to deliver them!"

"Political Commissar..." I replied hesitantly: "Some of these sacrificed soldiers are from Guangxi, not far from this, three-day holiday is enough to go back and forth. We want to... send the letter in person to see their families and see what can be helped..."

Political Commissar Yang couldn't help but remain silent, then patted my shoulder and said, "You should know that this is an extraordinary period, your identities are all hidden, and even people outside think that you have sacrificed, so you can go out like this..."

"I understand!" I thought about it, looked at the people in my hometown and replied, "Let's do it! Let's go and change our names and go out as ordinary soldiers. Go and go back quickly, and there should be no problem!"

"Yes!" Political Commissar Yang was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "I want to report this to my superior first. As for whether I can go... I can't guarantee it!"

"Thank you, Chief!" I immediately stepped forward and saluted Political Commissar Yang. The soldiers also stood up and saluted, and some even secretly wiped their tears.

As the saying goes, men don’t cry easily. The soldiers shed blood on the battlefield and died in the training ground and never said a word. However, they couldn’t help but shed tears at this time.

After a while, Political Commissar Yang came back in two steps. He nodded at me and said, "The superior agrees! However, you must not be exposed. The number of people cannot exceed two. You must return to the base on time in three days!"

Before Political Commissar Yang finished speaking, the soldiers burst into cheers.

There were only two people to go...who should I let go? I looked at the soldiers around me. All of them had reasons to go. Some of the soldiers who died were their fellow villagers, some of them were their comrades and leaders... Compared with them, my battalion commander's head system became a bit ordinary.

However, when I was in a dilemma, the soldiers' words quickly solved this problem.

"Battery Commander! Go and see them on our behalf!"

"Yes! Company Commander Chen will go together!"

"Say hello to our family on our behalf!"

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"Battery Commander!" Li Zhifu came up and took out a few banknotes carefully wrapped in plastic cloth from his pocket, saying, "I originally wanted to keep this little money for a few cigarettes to smoke, so I will take my family with me! Rest them, we are all their good sons and good brothers!"

"Yes! We are all their good sons and good brothers!"

"We'll go see them after the war!"

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The soldiers also followed the valuable things on their bodies. Those who had money would give them money, and those who had no money would take off the watches and necklaces they had paid from the Yue Japanese. Those who really had nothing would contribute all the cigarettes on them and let us go out and exchange them for money and then take them to our families. In the end, even Political Commissar Yang donated ten yuan.

Maybe ten yuan is nothing in modern times, but in this era, you can buy a chicken and a few bottles of wine for ten yuan, and then buy a few side dishes to have a good meal.

After that, Political Commissar Yang patted my shoulder and said, "Go hurry up! Go to the kitchen team to get something. The empty hand is not good, and the money is replaced. When you see the military family, you will say something nice... That... I'll tell Xiao Wang and let him drive you there! You can prepare first..."

"Yes!" I couldn't help but salute to Political Commissar Yang again. After working with Political Commissar Yang for so long, I have never felt that he is a respectable and admirable leader like I am now.

Then we and Political Commissar Yang took action separately. He went to prepare the car, while my hometown and I rushed into the cafeteria surrounded by soldiers. At first, the people in the kitchen were unwilling to do so, but when we heard that we were taking things to send to the military family, we carried a lot of things without saying a word, which were chickens, ducks and fish (people in this era love to send these). If we weren't worried about not being able to keep them, we would have to carry them in a cage...

However, when these things are put on the car, it will be lively. The sound of the yelling is pretty good. It sounds annoying when the chickens crow and the ducks crowing. But compared with the sound of gunfire on the battlefield, the most unbearable thing is that it is full of feces! We are riding in a jeep, which has no trunk, so the chickens and ducks can only be put into the seat and squeezed together with people. Before we set off, the stinking smell everywhere was filled with the sky.

With a "long...", seeing that we finally finished moving things, the driver Xiao Wang then started the jeep and drove towards the highway.
Chapter completed!