Chapter 710: Another War It was February of 1979, but the atmosphere in the courtyard was more solemn than the weather.
Lu Qingyang discovered that his father Fang Zhongwen often frowned recently. The light in the study was on until late at night, maps were spread all over the desk, and the phone ringing became rapid and frequent.
That evening, Fang Zhongwen came home early, which was unusual for him. He called Lu Qingyang into the study with a serious face.
"Qingyang, Dad has received an order to lead the team to the front line."
Lu Qingyang's heart sank suddenly
Although I had a premonition, I still felt a pang of anxiety when I heard my father say it in person.
He knew well what the border conflict in 1979 meant.
"Dad, it's the south..." Lu Qingyang's voice was a little dry.
Fang Zhongwen nodded and cast his eyes on a certain point on the map on the wall: "Well, the task is difficult, we must go."
Lu Qingyang knew that this battle was not difficult to win. The difficulty lay in the fact that the battlefield was in the tropical rainforest, the terrain was complex, and the Vietnamese monkeys were quite cunning.
Coupled with the threat of landmines, many soldiers lost their lives.
He wanted to minimize the damage as much as possible, and now the opportunity was right in front of him. As a Chinese, he had to do his part.
"Dad, I'm going with you!"
"Nonsense!" Fang Zhongwen was stunned, then frowned and shouted harshly.
"That's a battlefield, not a child's play. What are you doing there? Are you going to cause trouble for me? Stay home and study, and take good care of your mother and wife."
"I'm not kidding." Lu Qingyang argued eagerly, his brain working rapidly, looking for reasons to convince his father.
"Dad, although I'm not a regular soldier, I'm in good health and quick to react. I also know first aid and can modify some weapons."
He could not reveal the secret of the space and could only emphasize his own practical value.
Fang Zhongwen's words of scolding came to his lips, but he couldn't say them.
He knew very well that his son's abilities were indeed far superior to those of ordinary people, especially his cleverness and composure in critical moments, which even surpassed some veterans.
But his first instinct is still to refuse.
The battlefield is too dangerous, and I can't bring my son into such a dangerous place.
"No, absolutely not. This is an order."
The son who was lost and then found again, he only had this one son, and he found him with great difficulty after he had wandered away.
Lu Qingyang must find a way to prove his worth, even if Fang Zhongwen disagrees, he will go.
He could only pretend to obey his father's scolding, "Okay, I know, I'll listen to you."
At night, Lu Qingyang heard Ding Panyun and Fang Zhongwen talking: "Panyun, you stay home and keep a good eye on Qingyang, so that he won't have any wild thoughts. He has never experienced war and has no idea how cruel it is."
But he has experienced many battles.
Especially that battle that he would never forget… Countless comrades had died, and whenever he thought of that, he felt unbearable pain in his heart.
Old Master Fang came in the dark.
The old man's back was still straight, but his steps were much heavier than usual.
The atmosphere in the living room was solemn, and the air seemed to be stagnant.
When Fang Zhongwen saw his father, he immediately put down the things in his bag and went to greet him: "Dad, why are you here so late?"
"I heard...you're going again?"
Fang Zhongwen was silent for a moment, then nodded solemnly: "Yes, Dad, I'll give you the order."
Mr. Fang took a deep breath, his cloudy eyes filled with complex and unspeakable emotions.
"Zhongwen, you're the commander. Dad knows you can't be a coward, and you can't retreat, but...but you must remember, you can't just charge in and attack. Utilize your strategy and protect your soldiers. They've entrusted their lives to you."
Fang Zhongwen saw his throat rolling and nodded heavily: "Dad, I will remember it. Don't worry, I will command carefully and strive to complete the mission with the soldiers and come back safely!"
Lu Qingyang stood at the gate of the courtyard, watching the military jeep his father was riding in kicking up dust and disappearing at the end of the road, his heart heavy.
Grandpa Fang's words echoed in his ears: "... being smart is definitely not enough... Have you ever touched a gun? The enemy is in the dark, and we are in the light..."
He knew that his grandfather felt sorry for him and was worried about him, and what he said was the bloody reality.
He indeed lacked practical combat experience and had never even touched a gun properly.
But precisely because he knew the cruelty of the front line and how many young lives might be lost, he could not sit quietly in the rear.
The scenes from the war movie came to my mind clearly again.
Brutal close combat and unnecessary sacrifices made by soldiers due to insufficient equipment or medical conditions...
Lu Qingyang recalled that among the people he had rescued before, there seemed to be one who was an expert in military-related research. His surname was Qian. During the meal, they also talked about some topics about individual equipment and field first aid.
Lu Qingyang immediately turned around, got on his bike, and rushed to Professor Wu's house.
Professor Wu had just returned home from class when he saw Lu Qingyang rushing over. He was a little surprised: "Qingyang? Why are you in such a hurry? What's going on?"
Lu Qingyang panted, not bothering to exchange pleasantries. He said anxiously, "Professor Wu, I'm sorry to bother you! I remember last time we had dinner, there was an Uncle Qian who seemed to be an expert in... weapons or equipment. Could you introduce him to someone? I have some ideas that might... maybe they could be of some help to the soldiers on the front lines?"
Upon hearing this, Professor Wu's expression immediately became serious.
He pondered for a moment and nodded. "Old Qian is indeed an expert in this field. He has done some research on light weapons and individual soldier protection. You are a thoughtful child... The soldiers on the front lines do need the best protection, but this is a state secret and cannot be disclosed easily."
"Then can I apply to be his assistant? My family background is clean, and my father has just been sent to the battlefield..."
Professor Wu nodded and said, "I'll give him a call and see if he's available to see you."
Lu Qingyang waited nervously, feeling a little nervous.
The other end of the line seemed to communicate for a moment, and Professor Wu nodded repeatedly, "Well, okay... That's the situation... The child is also sincere and wants to make a contribution to the front line... What do you think... Oh? Okay, okay, then I'll have him come to you now?"
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