Su Qingyun worked day and night for a long time and finally wrote a more detailed plan. She submitted it and her superiors attached great importance to it. They had an in-depth discussion on the contents of her plan. After various experts arrived at the launch center, they held a long meeting and the preliminary plan for manned space flight was finally finalized.
Su Qingyun started to get busy, so busy that she forgot everything else. Not only her, but all the staff in the launch center were the same. Everyone was working towards a common goal.
People on this side are working hard for the future and development of the motherland, while people on the other side are shedding blood and sacrificing their lives for the peace and stability of the motherland.
In the territory of Vietnam, on a high ground, a Chinese army has been holding on for ten days. During these ten days, they have repelled dozens of enemy attacks and stubbornly held their positions. If they persist a little longer, they will be able to wipe out the enemy and successfully complete the task assigned by the superior forces.
However, their situation is not optimistic.
"Captain, we have five more wounded today. We still have about sixty combat-capable soldiers in our company. The others need to rest and recuperate."
The number of people in a company is basically around 120 to 130, or about 60 people, which means only half of the combat effectiveness is left.
The deputy company commander of a company under the 149th Division was reporting to the company commander with a worried look on his face. They had no support, and the number of wounded was increasing. The situation was really not optimistic.
"Sixty or so is enough." The company commander thought for a moment, "Three days left. If we can hold on for another three days, the main force ahead will arrive."
The deputy company commander was silent for a moment, "But we are running low on dry food."
"How many more?"
"That's all we have for today, and that's half the amount." The deputy company commander sighed. "Besides that, we're running low on medicine and ammunition. If the enemy attacks again, we'll..."
He didn't continue. The company commander also understood what he meant.
"Hold on a little longer," the company commander said through gritted teeth, looking at the map in front of him. "We must complete the mission assigned by the superiors no matter what. If we are short of rations, we will focus on the wounded. If we are out of ammunition, we must hold on to the enemy with all our might and not let them get through. Do you understand?"
"Understood!" the deputy company commander responded loudly.
"By the way, where is that kid Su Congwen? Is he doing well?" The company commander suddenly thought of Su Congwen and asked.
"He's fine, not seriously injured." The deputy company commander laughed. "I didn't expect this guy, who looks so quiet, to actually not back down in a fight. He's a skilled fighter, much better than when we first joined the battlefield."
"I remember the first time I actually went to the battlefield, I saw the densely packed enemy. My legs were shaking and I couldn't even fire my gun. Unlike this kid, he rushed forward with red eyes, not caring about his life. It was scary to look at him."
"Yes." The company commander also laughed. "He is a college student. He is educated, unlike us rough guys."
"It's just that he could have chosen not to come to the front line." The company commander thought for a moment and said, "Go and get him for me."
"What's wrong?"
"The telegram sent yesterday said that all the students at the Chuncheng Army Academy are going back to school. I'd like to ask Su Congwen if he wants to go back after this battle is over."
"That guy won't agree," the deputy company commander said without hesitation. "If he wanted to leave, he would have left long ago. Why would he wait until now?"
"Call the person over first and ask him."
"Okay."
The deputy company commander went out.
A few minutes later.
"I won't go back!" Su Congwen's voice sounded in a firm voice. He stood straight like a pine tree, with a firm look in his eyes. His once elegant face had become resolute, and his whole body exuded the aura that a soldier should have.
"I told you not to come before, but you insisted on coming. Now you have the chance to leave, but you refuse to leave." The company commander was a little helpless. "Su Congwen, you are different from us. You are a college student. Go back to school, learn knowledge and skills, so that you can lead more soldiers and win more battles in the future."
"I don't care about the future, I only care about the present!" Su Congwen looked at him, his voice steady and decisive, "Also, I hope there will be no more wars in the future."
"For our generation, we just need to fight the battles we need to fight."
"In the future, there will be no need for war!"
His powerful voice echoed in the small room, and both the company commander and the deputy company commander were stunned.
"Look what I'm saying?" After a long moment, the deputy company commander spoke first. "I've already said it, he won't leave."
He slapped Su Congwen hard and said cheerfully, "Good boy, you have backbone!"
The company commander also smiled helplessly, "Anyway, I've given you the chance, don't regret it later."
"No regrets!" Su Congwen answered quickly again.
In every battle, he only regretted not rushing forward a little, not shooting a little faster, not moving a little faster, not dealing with two more enemies, not covering two more comrades.
These are what he regrets.
"Okay, okay, go down." The company commander waved his hand and let him leave.
"Yes!" Su Congwen saluted and went out.
"What's wrong? What does the company commander want to see you about?" As soon as Su Congwen left, Brother Zhang, who was familiar with him, asked curiously.
"Nothing."
"Bullshit." Brother Zhang sneered, "Didn't I advise you to go back?"
"I didn't agree."
"I know you won't agree."
Brother Zhang's arm was bandaged, with faint traces of blood seeping out. He looked indifferent, as if he didn't feel any pain. He took out a cold, hard and shriveled steamed bun from his pocket with his good hand, broke it in half and handed it to Su Congwen.
"Eat something to fill your stomach," said Brother Zhang. "Our company is out of food. We don't know how long this battle will last, and we don't know how long we have to hold out here. Eat as much as you can. Even if we die, we'd better die well-fed."
"Eat it yourself." Su Congwen didn't take it. He knew that this was the dry food that Brother Zhang had saved for himself. "You are a wounded soldier. You need to take care of yourself. Eat more."
"What the hell are the wounded?" The days of fighting had made everyone irritable, and Brother Zhang's speech became increasingly rough and casual. "It's just a few scrapes, what's the big deal? Look at Old Li, both legs are gone, and only half of his body is left."
He looked at the mountains and forests in the distance and muttered, "I wonder if he can survive tonight?"
"The sunrise over this mountain is quite beautiful. Shouldn't he be able to see it tomorrow?"
Brother Zhang's tone was calm, as if he was just talking about tomorrow's weather, but Su Congwen could hear that beneath this calmness was numbness towards war and the deepest sorrow towards life, and beyond that, there was also an imperceptible fear.
Su Congwen also looked into the distance with a heavy gaze.
Yes, it will be a nice day tomorrow, I hope they can all see it.
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