So many, how many are there?
Zhou Jiao didn't care. She just wanted her sons to be by her side.
A week later, Zhang Guoqing also returned with great fanfare.
Of course, they also brought back a lot of broken stones, and it is said that they occupied a warehouse next to the old house.
However, Zhou Jiao didn't care about these material things at this moment. In front of her was Zhang Guoqing, who made her worried and had lost a lot of weight.
"Oh, my wife, why are you crying? Your husband is back safely." Zhang Guoqing hurriedly hugged her and went upstairs, otherwise his wife would be shy afterwards.
It was different in front of her lover and son. Zhou Jiao wiped her tears and said, "Brother, why don't you write to me and even threaten me not to come to you? Do you have a woman outside?"
Zhang Guoqing wiped away the tears of the person in his arms, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He tapped her nose and said, "With my son by my side, would I dare to do that?"
Zhou Jiao rubbed her face against his clothes and said angrily, "So you mean you dare to do it when your son is not around?"
"Oh, honey, it's unfair. There are a lot of mosquitoes in the south, right? Your man, in order to keep his virginity for you, wouldn't even let a female mosquito get close to him."
Zhou Jiao chuckled softly, "Just teasing me!"
"You're not angry anymore?"
"Well, I feel much better after crying."
"Hahaha...it seems like I'll have to wait a while before marrying my daughter-in-law."
Zhou Jiao glared at him angrily.
Seeing her fuming, Zhang Guoqing couldn't help but reach out and ruffle Zhou Jiao's long black hair. Soon, his eyes widened, and he immediately weighed the person in his arms.
"What are you doing?"
Zhang Guoqing touched her waist again, frowned and asked, "Why have you lost so much weight? You feel like you're almost an adult. Did you not eat well when I was not at home?"
Didn't I tell you that the children would be fine as long as I was with them? Didn't Aunt Chen and the others prepare any food? I told them before I left.
Zhou Jiao rolled her eyes and said, "I missed you."
Zhang Guoqing opened his mouth, but couldn't bear to blame her. He muttered, "Silly girl!" and stood up, soaked a towel and wiped her face.
After venting her grievances, Zhou Jiao smiled brightly with red eyes and stretched out her hands, "Wipe it."
Zhang Guoqing wiped her hands with a towel and laughed happily.
This is his little wife. Rather than being coquettish towards him, it would be more accurate to say that she is deliberately creating an atmosphere and trying to make him forget everything on the front line.
If the previous earthquake was a natural disaster, then this war was a man-made disaster.
This wasn't the first time he'd faced such a vast expanse of blood, but the feeling was completely different. Fighting the heavens was all about defense, but this time, fighting a human, it was all about attack, full-scale attack, and more attack.
The short-term battle was over, and there would naturally be some long, minor frictions to come. But he felt much more at ease, at least there wouldn't be large numbers of young lives left in southern Xinjiang.
In the past, he could only sigh with regret when looking at the historical casualty data on the computer, but when he was on the front line in person and got the list of casualties, his heart trembled.
casualties?
The injuries counted here do not include minor injuries.
These Arabic numerals represent the young and tender life of yesterday.
Among them, yesterday, some were blushing and talking about returning home after the war to go on blind dates, while others were stroking their chest photos and thinking about their pregnant wives...
Zhang Guoqing shook his head and looked at Zhou Jiao, "Why isn't our son home?"
"I just came back from the army a few days ago, and these past two days a group of kids have been clamoring to welcome them back. They thought you wouldn't be back until tomorrow, so you might have to wait until tonight to go home."
Zhang Guoqing frowned, "Isn't that brat at home with you?"
Zhou Jiao patted him with a smile, "They are grown up now, how can we keep them at home? The children are already very good and are at home every night."
"So, our sons are useless when they grow up, and even more useless when they get married in a few years. In the future, we will still have to live with our parents."
"Yes, children are a debt!" Zhou Jiao agreed with a smile, got up from his arms, walked to the closet, and took out his clothes. "Go take a shower quickly, then take a nap. Everyone will be back by nightfall."
"How about taking a bath together?"
"Go, go, go! Wait until you're well again." Zhou Jiao pushed him to the bathroom, then remembered something and reminded him, "Remember to call your second brother first."
Zhang Guoqing paused, "Did my parents know?"
"No. A few days after you left, as soon as the newspaper announced your departure, my parents called and said they couldn't get through to your office and asked if you were on the front lines.
I told them that I wouldn't be able to get through to your office lately because you were so busy with meetings every day. They probably believed it, but they couldn't hide it from my second brother. He seemed to have contacted Zuo Lin, or maybe Shitou said something.
A week later, he called me again. I told him you were going to deliver supplies, and since you were a different branch of the military, you would be staying behind. He didn't know about the children yet, so remember not to let anything slip.
Zhang Guoqing nodded, opened the bathroom door without closing it, and quickly asked, "Have you sent the letters to your parents?"
"Don't worry, I've done everything you asked. Wash up quickly. Before it's time to get off work, call my second brother's workplace. I'll find out everything once I ask him."
Zhou Jiao closed the door with one hand and ran downstairs, humming, "We ordinary people are going to be happy today. We ordinary people are really, really happy today..."
Zhang Guoqing shook his head with a smile.
I would rather be a dog in peacetime than a man in troubled times.
Finally home.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he was stunned for a moment, then put aside the surging thoughts.
He should not bring work matters into the home, so as not to affect his wife's mood.
But the families of the martyrs are so unfortunate.
He should take some time to talk to his father-in-law about his inner feelings.
We cannot let them go and have to worry about their loved ones in the underground, nor can we let those disabled soldiers suffer injustice after they retire.
These millions of soldiers used their lives and blood to defend the motherland and maintain peace, and they can no longer make people feel disheartened.
"...No meeting, right?...I don't have anything important to do. Yeah, food is like steel. I'll be hungry if I don't eat. Let my dad come home early to eat."
In the study, Zhou Jiao hung up the phone after talking to Secretary Chen and quickly went to the kitchen.
She had to show off her skills tonight. She had to make up for last year's reunion dinner, right? And did her mother no longer have to be vegetarian?
If you have Buddha in your heart, everything you see is Buddha.
The more good deeds you do, the more good things you do, and the more good intentions you have, the more blessings you will naturally receive.
A healthy diet is one that combines meat and vegetables, ensuring balanced nutrition. A healthy body allows for a long life, which in turn allows for more time to do good deeds.
Well, that's what she advised her mother tonight.
Zhang Guoqing's return made Zhou Jiao excited and full of strength.
The Night Before the Extra Battle
This day is known to the world.
One o'clock in the morning, far in the south of the motherland.
Zhang Guoqing, who had just come out of the front-line command headquarters, lit a cigarette and looked up at the enemy country.
In the mountains before dawn, Chen Zhen was hit by a mountain breeze, which relaxed his nerves that had been tense all night, and his mind seemed to be much clearer.
At this moment, he could still hear the wireless operators, who were constantly transmitting orders, instructions and tasks from their superiors in secret language.
Mixed in between were dots of news, as well as reports from scouts in various locations ahead of them of new developments on the enemy's front lines.
And some of the intelligence may have come from the team led by his three sons.
It has been several days since he arrived, but he still hasn't seen his three sons.
At this moment, his three sons may be on their way back, or may still be hiding in the enemy's border.
He didn't dare to think about whether his children were in danger, let alone his wife who was far away in the capital.
Facing a powerful enemy, selfishness becomes unimportant.
The battlefield changes rapidly.
If history were to take a turn, if something unexpected happened, he would go to the battlefield, not for the so-called greater good, nor for a high position.
He is just a soldier at this moment, and can only be a soldier first.
Zhang Guoqing held a cigarette between his fingers. The white smoke from the sparks kept burning and gradually shortened. The pain in his fingers woke him up.
Once inside, they were just like the soldiers on duty outside.
All the officers and soldiers had bloodshot eyes.
Perhaps it is the high mental stress that keeps the brain in an excited state.
No one was sleepy at the moment.
Everyone is waiting for that moment to come.
wait!
Waiting in silence...
The clock moves forward second by second and minute by minute...
The countdown has finally begun!
A few orders...
Soon, the sound of rapid whistling artillery shells flying ahead pierced the dawn sky.
After careful planning, the self-defense counterattack war started on time!
——First, continue to attack the enemy's front-line positions and deep targets for half an hour.
With the naked eye, it was visible that the enemy's frontline positions in the distance had become a sea of fire, filled with smoke, and the thick smoke from the burning trees rose straight into the sky.
The sky above the entire China-Vietnam border was lit up red by flames.
In the past, Zhang Guoqing could only experience the war through novels, movies and television. But now he can finally feel that this is a real war.
It was not launched by land, sea or air, nor did it have fighter planes filling the sky. It was a real infantry advance, a peaceful and prosperous era fought for with every human life.
This was the first time he faced it head-on. It would be a lie to say that he was not shocked or shaken. He was far from being as calm as he appeared on the surface. He suddenly remembered a sentence.
——I would rather be a dog in peacetime than a man in troubled times.
Zhang Guoqing was speechless when these ten words came to his mind at this moment.
Compared with the previous small-scale fights, once the battle begins, it means moving forward, please move forward, please move forward again... for the land behind us, and for the glory of the motherland.
The infantry soldiers who were hiding a few hundred meters away from the enemy's front-line positions waited for the artillery to attack the enemy positions for half an hour before they began to charge.
They fought for the enemy's positions, fought bloody battles with the enemy to the end, and opened a passage with their flesh and blood for the majority of the troops to advance deep into the enemy territory!
The fighting continued until dark that day.
The entire battlefield gradually became quiet, with only sporadic sounds of wooden cannons remaining. After occupying the enemy's position, another big battle would follow tomorrow.
On the first day, two days... time passed.
Zhang Guoqing didn't know that the people lying on the front line were all wounded. When he was busy dispatching supplies, he squeezed out a little time to smoke, but all he saw were wounded people.
These are the soldiers who were lightly injured.
They were often torn to pieces, their heads bruised by shrapnel, their limbs broken, and the gauze bandages that covered their wounds seeped through with dark red blood.
Zhang Guoqing once heard a saying: Don’t leave the front line if you are slightly injured, and don’t go to the hospital if you are seriously injured.
As long as these so-called minor injuries did not affect their limb movements, these soldiers really did not leave the front line despite their minor injuries.
Not going to the hospital for serious injuries?
The seriously injured soldiers had already lost too much blood, and almost none of them had their eyes open. They looked like they had already died, and they had no choice but to go to the hospital for emergency treatment.
But he believed that if these people could hold on, they would hold their ground until the last moment.
According to the command, the battle was going smoothly.
But what if everything goes smoothly?
The fallen heroes will never wake up again.
Many of them stayed in foreign countries and on the borders between two countries. They were undoubtedly great, but how could their loved ones bear this great grief?
Without a country, there is no home. This sentence is too heavy.
Behind it are young and respectable lives.
I wonder if the heavens were grieving over the loss of these young lives. It began to shed tears, and a light rain began to fall, which gradually grew heavier, accompanied by bursts of thunder.
The fierce battle continues...
It was the twelfth day since Zhang Guoqing arrived here when he saw his three sons.
He looked at his three sons walking towards him, and at Ping An with a bandage on his arm...
At this moment, Zhang Guoqing found that he did not feel heartbroken at all, but was filled with joy, and was even more grateful that the children came back alive.
In a moment of distraction, he realized that perhaps he had witnessed the battle with his own eyes, and he understood one thing more: being able to walk away from the battlefield alive is victory.
After re-bandaging the wound of his eldest son and applying medicine to his two younger sons, Zhang Guoqing hugged each of his sons tightly.
Looking at the soldiers falling one by one and the casualties reported in the documents, Zhang Guoqing didn't know what to say or what he could say.
He had a lot to say to the children.
But in the end he opened his mouth and closed it again.
Thousands of words can only be reduced to one sentence: You must come back alive.
Yes, here, he doesn't expect the children to be unharmed. As long as they can come back with a breath of life, he will be thankful to God, and it doesn't matter if he loses a few decades of life.
With those fallen heroes, he cannot and will not selfishly stop his children from moving forward, nor can he clip his sons' wings.
Who doesn’t have parents? His son is a son, but how can anyone’s son not be a son?
The three Ping'an brothers saluted their father solemnly and said, "Wait for us to come back."
Looking at the children hurriedly eating a few steamed buns and a can of canned vegetables, and sighing with satisfaction, Zhang Guoqing didn't dare to think about what they had eaten recently?
The setting sun shines from the horizon at dusk.
Night is coming!
Seeing his three sons getting ready to set off again, Zhang Guoqing didn't even dare to ask them what their next task was.
As a small advance team, their important task is always to pull out the teeth of the tiger.
He didn't ask for much.
I just hope that the three brothers can return safely, and that this battle can be successfully counterattacked as soon as possible, so that there will be no more victory paid for with human lives.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
