Section 601 - I will come back! - End of the drama

Zhangjiakou, Hebei Province, a military base affiliated to the Beijing Military Region was clean and tidy. The sentry at the gate of the military camp was straightened and energetic. He held a gun as straight as a javelin.

Not far away, six luxury Mercedes-Benz buses rushed along the concrete tree-lined avenue. After seeing the sentry's gesture, the driver drove the bus slowly slowing down at the gate of the military camp.

"Please enter, the speed is not allowed to exceed 30 kilometers per hour. Please drive according to the prescribed road!" After checking the documents one by one, the sentry made a sign of release.

The barracks of the 65th Group of the Army of the People's Liberation Army welcomed a group of students from Peking University who participated in the military training. On the school grounds in the barracks, six luxury Mercedes-Benz buses seemed to be in the atmosphere of neat discipline in the military camp, and the parking space was neatly arranged.

Dou! The long whistle whistle sounded, and the newly entered the barracks began to line up in chaos, carrying their luggage bags.

When the students got off the bus, even the accompanying teachers must obey the orders of the instructor arranged in the military camp. It seems that the long journey of several hours did not make the students who had just entered the ivory tower tired. Everything in the military camp seemed to be new and made these students feel extremely enthusiastic.

The six buses got off the bus, which were only a small part of the freshmen who entered Peking University this year. Other students who went to several other military bases to conduct military training are probably going through the initial adaptation stage just like them.

Looking at some of the students from Peking University, more than a dozen instructors designated in the military camp were calm and expressed their orders expressionlessly.

"Standing at attention!" The instructors shouted neatly!

College freshmen straightened their chests and abdomen and sticked their butts out, and they looked like they were like that. At least they had experienced military training in high school and junior high school before.

"After a moment!"

College freshmen left their feet aside, one team was people, and the other team was luggage bags of all sizes and colors.

"Welcome to our 193rd Division of the 65th Army. From now on, your identity is not a student, but a soldier, and the barracks are not an amusement park. I will ask you with the norms of a soldier. Do you have the confidence to become a qualified soldier?!" The instructors' voices are equally sonorous and powerful.

"Yes!" Xinsheng replied in unison.

The instructors were obviously familiar with the task of leading the new students, and said loudly with a hint of impatient tone: "What? I didn't hear it?"

"Yes!" the freshmen shouted even louder.

"Didn't you have enough food? You're so quiet!" The instructors' warning aroused the arrogance of the freshmen. Who can enter Peking University is not the top one?

"Yes!" The freshmen were so excited that they shouted at the top of their lungs, and even the teachers yelled together.

"Very good!" The instructors' tricks effectively aroused the fighting spirit of the freshmen.

Originating from the simplicity and ability of the army, the instructors briefly explained the precautions in the military camp and began to take the students to visit the Military History Museum to learn about the glorious history of the 65th Army of the 193rd Division.

It seems that this day is destined to be the day with the most guests in the military camp. When the freshmen of Peking University were queuing up to enter the military history museum of nearly 2,000 square meters under the guidance of instructors, several high-end cars drove into the military camp one after another.

Unlike the freshmen of Peking University before, there were more than a dozen officers in the military camp lined up to greet the people who got out of the car. The first one was an old couple with white hair and beard. As soon as the door opened, from the old couple holding hands and leaning on each other and getting off the car, they were already loving couples who had been with each other for countless years. Two officers immediately came forward to support them.

The two cars behind were also white-haired old men, both men and women, regardless of whether they were hunchbacks or not, and they still told others in a straightforward and neat manner that they still seemed to be indelible with the indelible atmosphere of military personnel. A small number of people were still wearing white-haired military uniforms, but everyone was wearing military medals on their chests without exception.

Then, cars kept driving in, crowding the small parking lot.

"You old guy, you haven't been stolen yet!"

"How could I go ahead of you if you didn't go to see Marx!"

"Hi! I haven't seen you for many years! I heard that when you were in North Korea, you were cut off your little cock by shells! Now you should call you father-in-law!"

"I'm so bad! What's the matter! My grandson is so old now. Which kid has made a rumor for me that I must kill him. On the Korean battlefield, my belly was just a shell and my skin was so unethical. That time I almost killed me. After recovering from the injury, I was not a little bit of a thriller. Now I have two sons! It's a coincidence that my wife is still called Yang Ni! More spiritual than that fake one. When Lao Zhuang came back from the Northeast, he rescued him from the Japanese 731. Haha, this is called destiny."

"Huh! You are the best! If I hadn't been at a low level back then, I would have been a wife, and I would have been hugging my grandson earlier than you! I envy you so much!"

"It's been decades. Let's meet again when the Japanese run away. If it weren't for the old captain this year, I really couldn't afford to get those of us."

"I said, brother! There are no only us left! There were countless wars in the past, and I don't know how many times I have crawled out of the pile of dead people."

"Crow's mouth! From the third party, our 12th District team is the strongest, with the best equipment and the lowest casualty rate. Whoever is not a person from a hundred will have such a short life! Don't practice, whoever loses will be a puppy, and climb two laps in this game."

"What are you talking nonsense? Wait a little longer, there are those who are far away and you will arrive later. You are still old and you still want to practice?! Do you think you are the fourth company commander!"

When these old people met, they greeted each other without restraint just like in the passionate years back then, letting go of restraint, dared to say anything, carried each other without restraint, and said the terrifying past of the war.

Time is unforgiving, I don’t know how many years have passed. When these veterans returned to their former troops, they no longer had their heroic appearances and only their passions in their occasional words and deeds.

After waiting for a long time, another car drove slowly. The door opened and a wheelchair was placed on the car. An old man was trembling and was carried into the wheelchair by the person who got off the first in the car. When the other old men saw the old man sitting in the wheelchair, they immediately turned cold.

"You old guy, deserter, you still have the face to know how to come back! Go back! Go back to your American imperialism! Look at your legs, it's a retribution for being indulgent." Some veteran couldn't help but feel angry.

"What's wrong? What's wrong! I'm also contributing to socialism. Don't be in the team, I'm not less than you. If it weren't for the boss's guidance, would I have invested hundreds of millions of dollars in the motherland a year? You old bachelors can do something useful besides beating and killing and sabotaging!" The old man on the wheel didn't show his old attitude when he opened his mouth. His mouth was even more powerful than young people, and he would not let him quarrel with those veterans.

The old man and the old lady quarreled and beat their chests and stamped their feet, raised their eyebrows and eyes, rolled up their sleeves and stretched their legs, and posed in a training pose, which made the active officers feel very worried. Fortunately, these old guys no longer had the energy to fight the Japanese and revolutionary wars, that is, the quarrels were quarrels. On the surface, they were like class enemies, but in fact they were thunder and raining. They didn't know that they were good at it, and they made the young officers who saw the situation laugh.

"Okay OK!" The old man among the first old couple who got out of the car suddenly shouted loudly: "Line in line! Stand at attention!"

Almost like a conditioned reflex, the old man and the old lady were still talking, squeezing her head and chest out for a while. Although she was old and weak, or had a hunchback, her posture was a bit distorted, but she showed a more military style than the freshmen. The old man sitting on the wheel almost stood up. Unfortunately, she couldn't do anything and sat back reluctantly, urging the young man beside her to say, "Hurry, hurry up, push me over! The district captain ordered that he would die together."

"Look at what you look like! They are all old comrades with thoughts and enlightenment! Why are they still like children? How can they set an example for the younger generations?" The old man standing in front of the team looked at these old subordinates with a look of regret. He didn't care about going to the house and untied the tiles for three days, but he couldn't control them in the past few decades, and it was all over the world.

"Okay OK! I said Lao Wang, don't be angry, you're so old!" The old lady was not angry and didn't rush, stroking her husband's chest, and smoothing out the situation: "Go in and sit down first, wait for others to come. In the past few decades, everyone has finally had such a chance to gather together, don't get angry."

"What are you looking at!" After the old lady persuaded her, the old man became less angry and glared at the old subordinates: "Go! Go!"

"Sell me a slogan!" The old lady smiled on her face, as if she had returned to the glorious years of her youth, and said loudly with an encouraging tone: "Sing with me, all revolutionary soldiers must remember, pay attention to the three major disciplines and eight points, and sing together..." The voice was still round and beautiful, and it was imagined that she had already sung the song in her soul.

"All revolutionary soldiers must remember..." The veterans sang loudly and walked in line. Although some needed help from others and some were in wheelchairs, the team was still neat and the discipline that had been tempered by the war years could not be smoothed out by time.

In the Military History Museum, under the leadership of instructors, freshmen from Peking University watched the exhibits, documents, photos, weapons and military uniforms displayed in the exhibition hall, which once recorded the glorious and glorious historical witness of the 65th Army. The mobile phones and cameras in the hands of the freshmen kept flashing, as if excited to witness the historical record of China's rise from the invasion of the great powers in the museum area.

"Wow!~Li Wei, Li Wei! Come and see! Your name is here!" Several sweet-looking girls pointed to an exhibition area and shouted. A branch of the 65th Group Army before 1945, the 12th District Team of the 11th Division, went further and there was information about the famous "Old Third Regiment" in history.

"Oh! It's really true! Li Wei, he's such a fighting hero!" Other students nearby said with a smile on their faces, all of whom were shocked.

A young freshman with unusually white and quiet skin was stunned on his face, and he smiled calmly at the joking of the students, "Yes! It's me!" His tone was like boiled water, and his attention seemed to be attracted by an exhibit in the exhibition hall.

Deep in the exhibition hall, a glass-covered cabinet is isolated from the surroundings of the exhibits. A dark and long thorn with no embroidery lies quietly on the exquisitely crafted bracket. Compared with the exhibits such as rifles, big knives, earth cannons, etc. around the surrounding exhibits, the slender blood grooves and fine patterns on the long thorns show a completely different mysterious atmosphere.

The freshman's skin is clear and quiet. His freshman's pair of hands that are not inferior to that of a girl's white skin gently stroked the glass cover on the long thorn.

Huh!

A melodious sound echoed in the exhibition hall, and only the long thorn next to the introduction card "kill the demon" seemed to be trembling like a spiritual sensation.

"Huh! What's the sound!" The students nearby said in surprise when they heard the strange sound.

Next to the glass cover, the Wenjing freshman, who was called "Li Wei" by other students, slowly withdrew his hand. The long thorn tremble still did not stop, but was so weak that only those standing next to the glass cover could hear it.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, old guy! But now I can't use you anymore, so take a good rest! Peace is really hard-won!" "Li Wei" seemed to be talking to himself, as if he was a little reluctant, but he still turned around firmly and integrated into the other students.

In the exhibition hall of the Military History Museum, a group of old people followed the students and visited the exhibits with excitement, as if recalling the passionate battle of the iron horse and Jinge in the past.

"I really miss my old comrades-in-arms! They all went there! It would be great if Wei Zi was still alive at the time. Now the four of us are all together now. Thinking about it back then, it was so majestic!" The old lady relied on the arms of the team leader's wife, her eyes filled with the flash of memories.

"Since ancient times, no one dies, let your loyalty shine in history! Wei Zi is not dead, he still lives in our hearts!" The old man pointed to his heart gently with infinite tenderness in his eyes.

"Yes! He still lives in our hearts." A brilliant flashed in the old lady's eyes.

"Secretary Wang! Who is that Wei Zi??" The young officer accompanying him asked curiously. There were still people he didn't know about in the military history of the 65 Group.

"It's Li Wei!" The old man's face raised the fourth company commander of the 12th District Team, who had made a name for "I'd rather provoke King Yan Luo, and not recruit the fourth company commander" in North China.

"Comrade Li Wei? I know, I have a little impression." The officer has a little impression, but there is too little information about Li Wei left in the Military History Museum. In addition to one or two compilation lists of the name "Li Wei", there is also a strange cold weapon of his. There is only a blurry photo with his side face exposed in the distance and a hand-drawn picture that is gone, as well as some legends that are almost mythical. Many historical relics are missing during the war or the Cultural Revolution, and only these small amounts of items survived. Veterans who were in the same compilation as "Li Wei" either sacrificed their lives in the War of Liberation or died in the battlefield of the War of Resistance and Aid Korea, there would be only the six or seven people in front of them.

When the old man mentioned "Li Wei", the veterans seemed to be talking. Whether they were familiar with Li Wei or later "newcomers" were talking enthusiastically about the legends about "Li Wei", although some legends could no longer be verified in modern times.

"To commemorate our Comrade Li Wei! Let's gather the slogans of our 12th District Team again!" The old lady was very good at promoting the atmosphere and said one sentence to everyone's hearts.

"Defend the country! Wang Bao!" The old man raised his head and raised his chest and said with great voice that was extremely loud, and he could not hear the old attitude at all. The 12th District Team back then was directly expanded into a regiment-level system after the end of the War of Resistance Against Japan. Wang Bao served as the regiment commander and moved to the north and south, establishing great achievements. The 12th District Team developed and grew in battle and was reorganized with several other troops, becoming the 65th Army of the Chinese People's Liberation Army.

The old lady's eyes were extremely bright and loudly responded: "Defend the country! Chen Jiayao!" The third company commander of the 12th District Team has always been with Wang Bao, no matter what kind of storm and disaster he experienced, and insisted on the love oath of old age with Wang Bao.

"Defend the country! Li Wei!" "Li Wei!"

"Defend the country! Fan Guowen!" The only old man sitting in a wheelchair patted the chair and couldn't wait to continue the last sentence, looking proud of his former identity.

To defend the country, the vows of the four of them reunited again today.

"No! Someone just called 'Li Wei' twice!" Although the original district captain Wang Bao had been tempered by the years and had changed from Xiao Wang to Lao Wang, he was still alert. Someone should have called Li Wei's name on his behalf, but he clearly heard two sounds just now.

"Who called it the second time!" Wang Bao glared at the old subordinates, and the veterans looked at each other. No one would make such an inappropriate joke on such occasions.

"No, Brother Bao, it's Li Wei's voice! It's his voice!" Chen Jiayao suddenly pulled Wang Bao excitedly, and her whole body was trembling: "That's right! It's him, I remember it very clearly, it's not wrong, haha! It's him, it's him!"

"I heard it too! It's him, it's Li Wei!" A veteran who was familiar with Li Wei also exclaimed. Fan Guowen, who was already old in a wheelchair, widened his eyes, broke free from the wheelchair, stood up suddenly, shouted: "Boss, Boss! It's Boss!" It's hard to imagine that an old man in a wheelchair could not even limit his physical disability when he heard a name. He was shaking and was held by the person next to him and insisted on standing, refusing to sit down again.

"What?!" Wang Bao woke up immediately after Chen Jiayao's words, and rushed out in the direction of the second sound. His movements were quicker and even less like an old man of this age. Apart from the person who was appointed to shout, the second sound, Wang Bao felt more and more like Li Wei's voice, and he was still so young, and he had not changed at all.

"I recognize it if it's Wei Zi, even if it turns into ashes!" An old lady's face was full of excitement. Although her hair was gray and wrinkles were covered with wrinkles, she still vaguely saw her graceful appearance back then.

An old man next to him who seemed to be his wife hurriedly supported her, his tone with a sour tone: "Comrade Xinyu! Don't be excited! It's been decades, and you still care about him so much?!" At the same time, he found a quick-acting heart-saving pill and fed her. She was not the only one who took the medicine on the spot, which scared the young officers next to him.

"Li Wei! Come out! You said you will come back! Now I order you, return to the team! Come back!" Wang Bao shouted to the surroundings. Of course, he, who has been alive for a long time, does not believe that there will be any ghosts and gods. The voice just now is definitely not the hallucination of everyone, and there are only a group of stunned Peking University freshmen in front of him. This old guy is so fierce!

"Yes! I said, I'm back!" Li Wei hid among the many students and said silently.
Chapter completed!