We received the news a few days ago that the art troupe would be going to the front line to perform a consolation show.
The soldiers have gone through one tough battle after another and really need to relax to soothe their tense nerves.
But Lin Wanjun just found out that Gan Ping's husband Xu Bin was coming with the art troupe.
Gan Ping's sacrifice undoubtedly brought unbearable pain to Xu Bin.
Gan Ping had said before that her husband was not in good health, so she was in charge of all the affairs of the family. It can be said that Gan Ping was the backbone of her family.
Now that the backbone is gone, that family may be in danger and on the verge of collapse.
But even though the journey was long and his wife was weak, Xu Bin, as a husband, still took the trouble to come to southern Xinjiang and personally bring his beloved wife home.
"That's fine, it would be nice if Sister Gan Ping could go home early."
Throwing the last piece of paper money in her hand into the fire, Lin Wanjun used a stick to stir it a few times to make the flames burn more vigorously and thoroughly.
"Also, the comrades from the art troupe may need to stay in our hospital for a few days."
Zhao Yajun said, "I just received an order to vacate a few dormitories."
That's not a problem.
Anyway, the field hospital is very large and there are many tents. Just set up a few tents and put up camp beds, and it will become a simple dormitory.
Early the next morning, Zhao Yajun led people to set up tents, and the lightly wounded also helped. With the sunny weather, everyone's mood seemed to have improved a lot.
"I heard that the people who came to support the performance were all lesbians!"
Some young soldiers looked expectant and happy.
The veteran joked with a wicked grin.
"What? Any ideas? Well, I'll teach you how to marry a female soldier from the art troupe!"
In the expectant eyes of the young soldiers, the old veteran chuckled.
"If you perform meritorious service on the battlefield and go on stage to receive your award at a commendation ceremony wearing a red flower, I tell you, those female soldiers will look at you with admiring eyes, like a hero."
"Maybe one of the chief's wives has taken a liking to you and wants you to marry the chief's daughter!"
…
The old soldier spoke without restraint, and his words became more and more outrageous. Lin Wanjun frowned as she listened.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you talking about! Female soldiers also have dignity and personality. They are not commodities to be picked and chosen by anyone. Can you please show some respect?"
Because Lin Wanjun is Song Zhanjin's wife, and because she is a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded, she has absolute say here.
When the group of soldiers heard Lin Wanjun's words, they immediately shut up.
"Doctor Lin, don't be angry, we were just talking casually!"
"That's right, we assure you that we will absolutely respect the female comrades in the art troupe."
…
After working hard until noon, the tent was finally set up.
The team that went to the front line to perform a consolation show consisted of a total of 22 comrades, including 16 female comrades and 6 male comrades.
Except for Xu Bin who lived alone, the other five male comrades shared a tent, while the female comrades lived four to a room.
Zhao Yajun gave the task of arranging the art troupe to Lin Wanjun.
Not long after lunch, Lin Wanjun received news that the comrades from the art troupe had set off from the train station on a truck and arrived at the field hospital around five o'clock.
In order to express her importance, Lin Wanjun also organized a temporary rehearsal for the lightly injured soldiers and held a short and lively welcome ceremony.
At the same time, a truck drove out of the train station and was winding along the rugged and bumpy mountain road.
The female soldiers sang passionately and the atmosphere in the car was very warm.
Only the female communicator at the innermost part of the carriage said nothing, as if she was out of tune with the surroundings.
"What are you pretending for?! Do you really think you're superior to others?"
The female soldier sitting opposite the female communicator curled her lips and deliberately raised her voice.
Hearing this, the female communicator stood up angrily and raised her hand to slap the female soldier.
"Wu Biyun, don't go too far!"
The female soldier grabbed the female communicator's hand and pushed her hard into the carriage.
"Dong Yingying, don't be shameless!"
Coincidentally, the female communicator was Dong Yingying, and the female soldier was Wu Biyun who had just been recruited into the army.
When Lin Wanjun returned to Beicheng, she killed Dong Yingying's dream of becoming a university teacher, and her father was implicated by her and almost couldn't save himself.
Dong Yingying had no choice but to ask her uncle, whom she hadn't seen for many years, to find her a job.
Looking at Dong Yingying's face that was very similar to her deceased sister, her uncle felt very sad, so he used his connections to get Dong Yingying into the art troupe as a communications officer.
Coincidentally, Wu Biyun passed the special recruitment examination of the art troupe and became a female soldier.
She was the first one to sign up for this consolation performance at the front line.
When Wu Biyun boarded the train to the front line and saw Dong Yingying's dead face, she couldn't help but think of what happened in the Liulin Farm Cadre School.
So along the way, she bullied Dong Yingying a lot, and the two of them almost got into a fight.
Unlike Wu Biyun who took the initiative to go to the front line, Dong Yingying was forced to do so.
When she heard her uncle wanted her to sign up to go to the most dangerous front, she refused, but her uncle harshly condemned her timidity and cowardice, and even signed her up on his own initiative.
As a last resort, Dong Yingying had to board the train.
In her memories of her previous life, she knew how brutal the war was, and the worst thing was that she knew clearly that the art troupe was bombarded during a consolation performance.
"Alright! All of you, just shut up!"
The captain is Geng Siqing, a female major in her thirties.
She glared at Wu Biyun fiercely, and finally set her sights on Dong Yingying.
"Dong Yingying, this is a performance with special significance. As a communicator, you are responsible for portraying the spirit of our female soldiers, but look at yourself..."
Geng Siqing scolded him harshly, "You've been sighing and groaning the entire time, your attitude has been negative and unfocused, and you've even considered deserting several times. You've completely lost the integrity of our soldiers!"
Dong Yingying stiffened her neck and refused to accept the result, but she did not dare to argue because of Geng Siqing's identity.
Geng Siqing frowned and said, "We're all from North City, why is there such a big gap between you and them?"
"Captain Geng, is there anyone else from North City on our team?"
Wu Biyun asked curiously.
Hearing this, Geng Siqing took out a military newspaper and placed it in front of Wu Biyun and Dong Yingying, pointing to the eye-catching photo on the front page.
"Look at this young girl. She's a battlefield doctor, the youngest in the field hospital, yet she shoulders heavy responsibilities, saving lives time and time again."
Wu Biyun stretched her neck to look at the photo in the military newspaper, and after a while she suddenly clapped her hands and laughed.
"Hey! Hey! Isn't this someone I know?"
At the same time, Dong Yingying also recognized the identity of the female doctor in the photo.
Her face suddenly changed, and she snatched the military newspaper and tore it into pieces, as if she had gone mad.
Lin Wanjun!
Lin Wanjun, this lingering bitch, is actually on the front line and has become the battlefield rose praised by everyone!
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