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The three of us-me, Xiao Hei, and Xiao Zhao-were the lowest ranking soldiers in the platoon. Although we were veterans for two years, none of us were younger than us, so we had been recruits for a year and ten months. This was a very funny experience for a soldier. Veterans from other platoons-we're all very strong from the same year, what should we do? He couldn't just pick on the recruits for no reason!
However, our next batch of recruits is really pitiful. I want to take advantage of them and bully them. I can't bear it. There are only 7 recruits, unlike our current batch of 28. We have a strong army and strong horses. It seems that having more people is indeed a good thing. At least we have a lot of choices.
The life of a veteran had begun. Squad Leader Liu had successfully taken over the command. The unjust treatment of being mistaken for being a member of the X-wheel Sect after being in the organization for so many years also determined that the three of us would have to endure even more torture. Of course, it was psychological. The army did not need to beat people up, so how could they torture you? For example, if you had already done a good job, he would always find ten thousand reasons to make you do it again and make you lose your patience. Was there anything he could do? Who asked him to be the boss?
As a seven-year soldier, Squad Leader Shang was also very dissatisfied with Squad Leader Liu's actions. However, as a veteran, his patience and awareness were much higher than ours. I recalled this period of time. At that time, it was as if I had walked through purgatory. Perhaps it was the psychological rebellion that played a role, or perhaps it was really unbearable at that time, but overall, I was still very patient. Therefore, even if Squad Leader Liu was angry with me sometimes, he couldn't do anything to me. Xiao Hei was far from it. In fact, his personal work ability was really good, especially to me. He had helped me through countless difficulties in Jinchang. The only shortcoming was that he was not humble, easily complacent, and easily offended people. This also led to his interpersonal relationship not being very good in the entire company. This was also a characteristic of China. Good interpersonal relationships were better than personal ability.
August6thSaturdaysunny
It had been nearly three days since I had arrived at the 30-mile mark. Looking at the mottled walls, the glorious and heroic battle cry of the revolutionary martyrs seemed to have come just yesterday. I couldn't help but feel my blood boil. The pen in my hand couldn't help but sigh with emotion. I wrote a lot about what I had seen and heard recently.
a perilous journey
It is said that Xinjiang is very ancient and magical. I don't believe it and can't agree with it. Perhaps the first impression he had was the most common sandstorm in Hetian, which was a common occurrence. The raging sandstorm suddenly descended, as if the Dark Goddess had taken the initiative in an instant. The entire world was immersed in a state of chaos, and people and all kinds of birds and beasts found it difficult to breathe. Also, in my impression, the girls in Xinjiang are very beautiful and can sing and dance. This may be incomparable to many ethnic groups. Music is the concentrated embodiment of the beauty of this ethnic group. Crows and donkeys are the most common animals here. I don't know what attitude the people of Hetian have towards crows. In the Han people's customs, crows have never had a good reputation. The so-called crow cries loudly-a big funeral. What makes me even more curious is that modern transportation is very developed. Donkeys running amok in Hetian is really a wonder.
I went too far. The things mentioned before had little to do with this march. My comrades and I followed the convoy for 624 kilometers and arrived at the 30-mile barracks. We passed by villages, towns, and enjoyed the scenery along the way. We crossed the Daban and crossed the river. Passing by Daban Kudi Daban, Mazha Daban, Big and Small Black Kazi Daban. According to his comrades (who had been here last year), altitude sickness was terrifying. Rumors were never reliable. He did not expect the journey to be smooth. Even after crossing the 5000-meter-long Mazha Daban and the 4930-meter-long Heikazi Daban (not reaching the peak), there was no legendary altitude reaction. The rumors were wrong. Perhaps thanks to the good weather, most of the days were sunny. Even if there was a sudden rain, it was just right. It was just right to wash away the dirt in the air. Thanks to the blessing of the heavens, the usual training was solid, and the body was very good. It was just that he ate dry food along the way and his stomach was bloated. That was all.
My comrades and I were quite excited. Although we looked over, the rugged mountain road with eighteen turns was terrifying. No wonder a chief (Shi Jin Political Commissar) said that he had completed 50% of the mission within 30 miles. The pilot was constantly fighting with the Grim Reaper and was in danger of dying at the bottom of the valley. It was inevitable that people would be scared out of their wits. Since they had entrusted their lives to the driver, they had to absolutely trust him. If he was not afraid, then what was there to be afraid of? At most, the road would be dusty and crowded.
The space in the carriage was very limited. Other than the gun cabinet and personal supplies, the rest could accommodate 22 people (initially 18 people, but the number of people changed as time passed). As I was a signal officer all the way, I held a gun in one hand and faced the back of the car. Naturally, I ate a lot of sand and dust, and it was inevitable that I would be covered in dust. Such a mess and filth was also an unforgettable memory. Fortunately, he could clearly browse the scenery of the Xinzang highway (Yecheng in Xinjiang-Pulan in Tibet) all the way. This is the most direct reason why I'm willing to be a signal officer.
The most realistic thing about the western development strategy was the Xinzang Road under construction, which was said to be more than 2000 kilometers long. And this time, our convoy is only 366 kilometers from Ye City to our destination. Along the way, as long as the roads were good, the project to connect every village was being carried out in an orderly manner. The grass on the previously bare slopes began to sprout (it was said that it was sown by the plane), and there was a green patch everywhere. One day in the future, this place would also be a green ocean. Green was hope. I believe that in the near future, Xinjiang would also take off and compete with the southeast coast. At that time, our descendants would definitely not be as spectacular as they are now if they wanted to go to see the desert.
Kunlun Hymn Goddess Chapter
When I wake up from a dream
But you came late from the Kara River
I wonder
I don't know if it's a dreamland
Or the vast universe
With your enchanting posture
Surround me
that moment
The whole world is drunk
from whence comest thou
Carrying the thousand-year hope of the goddess looking forward to her husband
Carrying the sorrow of Kunlun Snow Mountain for ten thousand years
I couldn't refuse
Running away is just an excuse
The afternoon wind and sand shrouded the blue sky
You're looming
Your voice and smile wake me up
This River of Love
It's an angel that's released
Collated on September 9, 2007 (Written on August 11, 2005 in Sanli)
rainbow
Good omen, today must be a good day
In the middle of the night, the starlight is accompanied by the rain
This morning the sun shines high in the sky
Double dragons like rainbows hanging in the clouds
Good omen, today must be a good day
The clouds of Kunlun are misty
The goddess misses the mortal world
I don't know if it's heaven or earth
The goddess looked back with lingering love
Undercover, undercover
Flying through the world
Are the wings of angels broken?
Too short, too short
The rainbow finally dissipated
Collated on September 9, 2007 (Written on August 17, 2005, 8:30 PM)
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