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this section of the road
I've been gone for a long time
Sometimes I travel long distances on my feet
Sometimes I ride a car all the way
Often walking on the road, forgetting the road
There's no road longer than feet
There's no sky wider than my heart
There's no affection harder to bear than love
There is no depth more difficult to measure than the mood
This road leaves my footprints
With my blood and sweat
Leaving behind what I can offer to the road
Feet are solid, feet are powerful
I want to use my feet to walk on without hesitation
To the hometown of the one I love
Walking to the path where the setting sun smears red
To the spring of love in my life
I'll go on, I will
In fact, the life in the arena was really worth reminiscing about. It seemed that every training and labor was unforgettable. On October 20th, 2005, when the new recruits I sent to Jinchang came back, I was already a veteran who was about to be discharged. When they mentioned our glorious achievements in the desert, their eyes showed endless envy and gratitude. I finally experienced the joy of planting trees in the past. We once left our footprints in that familiar desert. When I heard that the target house and tank track we dug at the beginning continued to play a role in the later generations, I was really very proud. Let me go back to July 2004.
First of all, the laying of the tank runway was a huge project. From July 2nd to 18th, every morning, when the sun in the east broke the tranquility of the Gobi Desert, we got up from the simple floor to tidy up the house. After washing up and eating in a hurry, more than 20 of our majors, mainly the members of our class, sat on the big truck of Liberation and began a new day's journey.
About 20 minutes, crossing the uneven desert road, it is said that it was our last student soldier shop, really thank them, crossing the village road, it seems to smell the harvest (Maybe I was wrong, the wheat in Gansu would be harvested so late.) Soon, we arrived at the edge of the city. It was as if we were in another world. Just now, we were still in the desert Gobi, eating sand and enjoying the beauty of the desert. Now, we really came to the Ni Capital of China-Jinchang City. What a place to yearn for.
But we really have no time to appreciate it, and we have no time to satisfy our eyes. Search for the city's beauties, but it is said that Jinchang City is a famous double-support city in China. I think the beauties of Jinchang will look at the soldiers differently! We could only wear camouflage uniforms that symbolized the image of soldiers to start a new day of labor. Work may sound simple, but for those of us who are not good at labor at home, it is a real problem. I once mentioned in my diary that my index finger almost broke. It may be a short time but it will never be forgotten. This time, because of work, my foot's thumb was swollen for several days. Fortunately, the ointment I bought before joining the army came in handy. Pry the road rock is a very skillful job. At the beginning, we spent almost 20 minutes only to pick up a road rock. We thought that this was not the way to do it, so we had better pay the tuition fee! Squad leader Qi collected 2 yuan from each of us, totaling 40 yuan. He called two road workers to help us pry, but we sat leisurely by the roadside drinking drinks. In fact, we were not idle. We were secretly learning skills. We watched the workers use the simplest pry and hammer to easily get it done. We also learned. Although we were not professional, the speed of 2-3 minutes was quite impressive. I once again solemnly declare that we did not come to Jin Chang to cause trouble. We just happened to come to Jin Chang to change the rocks on the new road. The second step was to throw rocks. This was a task that tested skill, strength, and teamwork. The three of them threw the stones into the car at the same time. The back door was open and about 1.5 meters from the ground. Two of them held the lower edge of the stone slab, and one of them pushed the back edge of the stone slab. The three of them used their strength at the same time. Anyone who was not careful would cause harm to others. Li Dingjin and Zhou Tao suffered unexpected injuries due to the uneven force. Zhou Tao's left index finger and middle finger were smashed on the back of the car. This was a painful lesson. This was a situation that no one wanted to see. Unexpected non-combat casualties. If the captain saw it, our class would really suffer. This is the last thing we want to see when we build a tank runway. We paved the one-kilometer runway for nearly half a month. We set off early in the morning every day. If it went well, we could come back for lunch. Sometimes, because of the heavy task, we had to go back and forth several times a day. When the tank walked steadily on the runway, when my comrades operated freely in the shooting position, when my comrades achieved good results in the artillery fire on July 31st, we could proudly say that we also contributed to your achievements.
However, I admit that it is not my hobby to write about running tracks, and it is indeed a very representative work. This was also the period when I entered Jinchang the most frequently. It was the first time I entered the city in such a comprehensive way. Even under the leadership of the class monitor, we went to Jinchang Big Red Cannon Internet Cafe and listened to Hei Long's " Change of Heart ". Unexpectedly, we met her on the Internet. She was now busy with work in Yinchuan, Ningxia. She was really worried about her future. She was really a person who did not understand the ways of the world. Perhaps this was a severe test for her. We once ate unforgettable chicken rolls in an entertainment park on the outskirts of Jinchang. This is a unique dish in Jinchang. It's like the Fangcheng stewed noodles in our hometown. It's very famous locally and we've seen the local customs of Jinchang.
The story I wanted to write happened before the rain. The training had progressed to a critical stage, and all the preparations were in place. We'll be starting a week of live ammunition shooting. Last time, I already mentioned the feeling of riding an armored vehicle for the first time. It was like riding a bus and you couldn't find the north. Our training was originally arranged to be in the first field. In the morning, it was 59 tank training, and in the afternoon, it was our turn. The weather in the Tengger Desert is unpredictable. In the afternoon, there will be sandstorms everywhere, which seriously limits and affects our training results. Our Squad Leader Qi and Squad Leader Zhao were the drivers and captains. They didn't have it easy either. When the wind blew, our mouths, noses, and ears were filled with sand. The scope seemed to have been soaked in sand. However, it brought great inconvenience to our maintenance. More importantly, it brought safety risks to the lives of our comrades who were responsible for protection. This was a lesson. No one wanted to see a tragedy happen. One of my comrades made a mistake in listening to the command and fired a few machine gun bullets at the starting line. At this moment, my other comrades were checking the machine gun targets. Fortunately, this kid's marksmanship was not accurate, or else my comrades 'lives would have been destroyed.
In order to change this passive situation, we must not play with the lives of our comrades. Hence, he came up with a solution. He built his own venue for Round 92 in the second venue, and a battle to create the future began. According to our recruits, when they were training on the field, the three target rooms in the second field were still serving them. Perhaps it would continue to serve the future recruits. Who would have thought that we had spent so much sweat and effort in building the target room? It was a masterpiece that we spent two whole days on. Its completion marked the beginning of a new era for our training. From then on, our profession bid farewell to the habit of afternoon training, and finally bid farewell to the unforgettable days of eating sand. We can finally do live ammunition training safely, but the situation is really not optimistic, and it does affect our subtle results.
Special Shot
The battlefield was unpredictable, but the weather in the desert was the same. It was a morning that was probably going to be sunny. We got up and ate. The weather was still so sunny. We took the truck and headed to Field 2. The training soon began. But suddenly, there was fog. Not far away, the so-called Qilian Mountain was faintly discernible. The two comrades in front of me said that the target was not very clear. I didn't think so and thought that they were deliberately exaggerating. When it was my turn to practice, I pretended to be confident. But when I put my eyes on the scope, I was dumbfounded and felt uneasy. At this moment, the fog was very thick. There seemed to be no target in the distance. The squad leader gave the order to shoot. When I received the order, my entire body began to sweat. The target in the distance had disappeared. I felt that the target was like a stone. I wondered if it was a stone. I didn't have time to think about it, because it took less than 8 seconds for each target to stop and shoot. I quickly searched for the target, aimed, and fired. I pressed the firing button and fired a round, about 4-5 rounds. The remaining 4 targets were easily taken care of by feeling. I described this live-fire shooting, and I thought it was somewhat similar to human fate.
The price of making your own decisions
In the following training, I almost angered the instructor because I acted on my own. Perhaps it was because of the influence of TV series and movies, or perhaps it was because I used to love playing CS, I had a deep understanding of machine guns, especially when I fired more than 10 shots in one shot. However, we only have 21 bullets per person for each live-fire training, and we need to hit five targets. The only way is to save bullets for the first four targets and have fun with the last target. With this plan in mind, I made full use of my advantage as a gunner and ensured that I could only fire two rounds at a time. Perhaps it was because I was familiar with driving, but I did it. For the last target, I pressed the fire button and fired 13 rounds at a time. I ran like a mad lion. I finally got a taste of a machine gun. The price I had to pay was to be severely reprimanded by the instructor. Since I hadn't committed any mistakes of principle, I naturally didn't end up like him. I hugged a rock and stood in front of the queue. I think it's worth it.
The story of this night seemed to be coming to a perfect end. My comrades and I were guarding the target room in the second field, which was a kilometer away from the camp. Who would have thought that it would rain heavily in the middle of the night. We could not stand it anymore because the rain had already rushed into the tent and our blankets were wet. So Zhou Lianping and I took the flashlight and shovel together, put on the clothes and went to the outside of the tent to repair the drainage canal. I really didn't want to waste too much time in the face of lightning, thunder, and wind, so the two of us quarreled. The lonely grave outside the tent seemed to be waiting for something. On this day in 2005, I finally wrote about this matter in the propaganda unit and sent it to the Corps Daily in Xinjiang. I was lucky enough to earn 36 yuan as a royalties. It turned out that this was the truth of life.
The Last Days of the Gobi Desert
The last days in the Gobi Desert were very unforgettable. The gate of memory released a surging flood. We were already satisfied with the dumplings and mutton (* The consolation gifts sent by the station, the more we gave them in return, the more we let them experience the experience of shooting a beer bottle filled with gasoline in an armored vehicle). This was also the long-established practice of this army. It was a boring saying that eating dumplings could exorcise evil spirits and ensure that they could hit the target with 100% accuracy. The only regret was that our specialization didn't have artillery shells to fight, only machine guns to fight.
The other professions were really disgusting. There were no target inspectors. This was really a thankless job. It was not a sensational thing to lose one's life. On the afternoon of July 29th, the base sent a large number of artillery shells. When we found out that these were real artillery shells and not props, I couldn't suppress the excitement in my heart. What was more gratifying was that several of my comrades and I were sent by the squad leader to clean the shells. This might be the compensation for not firing shells. When we carried the gasoline to the artillery shell area, the excitement in my heart was beyond words. When I took out the 43kg shell from the wooden box and washed it in gasoline, I was immersed in this exciting situation and was moved by this spectacular scene. I deliberately made two poses to capture this moment of charm. One was sent home, and the other was sent to my classmate, Little Ma. This was perhaps the most beautiful thing left in my memory of life in the Gobi Desert.
On July 30th, the live ammunition shooting of other professions finally kicked off. We stay in the target room as target examiners. Outside, the cannons were rumbling. We stayed in the target room happily. Everything seemed to be very calm and everything was going according to plan. All of a sudden, a deafening sound of a cannon rang out. We were all frightened. We saw the candles in the target room swaying irregularly. A strong airflow almost rolled up our pants. Could it be an earthquake? Later, I learned that a comrade chose the wrong range and actually fired a close shot. The ill-intentioned shell exploded 5-6 meters away from the target room. This was perhaps the most thrilling scene of life in the Gobi Desert. It seemed that the rumor that eating dumplings could guarantee the safety of the cannoneers was purely a fantasy.
The train of time flew by minute by minute. I had already realized that my life in the Gobi Desert was coming to an end. Was it regret or sadness? Perhaps it was more regret. After all, as an armored gunner, he did not fire shells. Sometimes I sit on the Gobi Desert and wonder why I didn't walk aimlessly to the end of the desert, without any worries, expectations, or fetters. But the most important thing is to face reality. The Gobi Desert was not suitable for human habitation. There was no water and no life. If there was no wind, it would be terrifyingly quiet. It felt as if it had frozen. But as long as there is sand to accompany, even if it is an untimely tornado, the wind will not feel lonely, and neither will I. They will always be a pair of twin brothers. There is no light here. The ancients did not have lights. I don't know how they lived. Helplessly, I could only rely on a clear moon and a candle to illuminate the place. I was about to leave this place soon. This should be a sleepless night, but we always fell asleep leisurely when we were sleepless. We really needed to relax.
miss
The night wind blows down countless red
Lovesickness between two places fills the eyes of old friends
The majestic pass, the clear moon, and the ancient sword are still sentries. The snow mountain and the desert are one
I love your smile the most, but it only sounds in my dreams
Millennium Camel Bell
August 6, 2004
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