After 27 years, what is the connection between these two pictures presented on the battlefield? This starts with Yang Xue's driving.
1972, Yang, who just turned eighteen, signed up for the "China Road Team for Helping the Old" and went to the subtropical mountain jungle area in northern Laos. It's hot and rainy there, and there are swarms of locusts. Yang did not feel bitter, but consciously exercised himself in a difficult environment. The harder he works, the more anxious he is to do it; The more bitter, the more tired and the more optimistic. During more than two years in the road construction team, he was repeatedly rated as the team pacesetter, twice awarded by the brigade, and gloriously joined the * * * Youth League. I learned to drive during this period.
Yang grew up in Yunling mountain area in western Yunnan, and the only way to contact with the outside world here is the Yunnan-Myanmar highway not far from home. When he was a child, a car like a big beast had a mysterious attraction to him. When he was seven years old, one day, he and a small partner actually stopped a van, just pestering the driver and driving them a distance. When he came to the road construction team, he met Yu Minshun, a demobilized volunteer soldier and car driver. Master Yu's experience of driving an ammunition truck across the blockade on the Korean battlefield injected lofty spirit into Yang's pure driving desire, making it a beautiful ideal. Master Yu gave warm praise and support to the young people's request for learning to drive because of his experience in war life: "Young people learn more, which will be used in the future!" He often takes Yang and other young people to learn to drive trucks on the newly-built highway at the foot of the mountain. So, Yang learned this skill.
After Yang 1975 joined the army, he wanted to be a driver according to his personal wishes. However, he was assigned to the engineering platoon. A year later, he was transferred from the engineering platoon to the cookhouse squad, "liberated" from the cookhouse squad to the pigsty and became a breeder. Although Yang had some regrets, he honestly obeyed every job transfer. He said: "The Party will do whatever it asks. If you ask to drive, drive well; If you ask to feed the pigs, you will fatten them up. "
1in the spring of 977, the whole army launched a massive activity to learn from Lei Feng. They angrily spit on the Gang of Four, a handful of ugly people who ruined the country and people and ruined the social atmosphere. They actively advocated and restored the spirit of Lei Feng destroyed by the Gang of Four everywhere. Yang once said with great excitement, "Be a person like Lei Feng!" In a letter to a girl in his hometown, he wrote: "Let us contribute our youth to the party and the people in different posts and work hard for socialism. Just stay behind others. "
Yang did not "fall behind others". He wears a broken straw hat and pulls a cart every day, regardless of the scorching sun and wind and rain, looking for feed everywhere. Everyone commented: "It turns out that pigs are not brilliant. Yang has only been a' pig commander' for half a month, and the pigs are alive and kicking. " In addition to feeding pigs, he also sends a handful of manure to the company's vegetable fields every day without interruption; He often goes to the cookhouse squad to help mend. The lid of the pot was broken, and he fixed it, but the stone mill dulled him ... He joined the party and made a third-class merit. He has been trained as a Lei Feng model of the whole regiment for two consecutive years.
"With a cook like you, no one can be hungry."
1979 In February, when Yang's troops received the order to participate in the self-defense counterattack, Yang was admitted to the hospital for intestinal tuberculosis. Considering his weak constitution, your company asked him to stay and prepare for demobilization. Without saying anything, he ran back to the company and submitted a resolution:
The interests of the people are above everything else. I am a native of party member, and I will use my blood and life to defend the interests of the people, the security of the motherland and the "four modernizations". Please ask the party and the people to test me in the war!
He looked for the instructor to grind and find political parties to entangle. Finally, he found the political commissar of the regiment and asked with tears: "Let me go! I usually make meritorious service and bid evaluation as a soldier, but now my comrades-in-arms are going to defend the motherland, but they have arranged for me to retire. What is this thing? Don't block my disease called sesame in party member! " The political commissar of the regiment was moved by his enthusiasm and made an exception and agreed to his request.
After the counter-offensive began, Yang's regiment marched for three days in a row until it was boarded, ready to meet a regiment of the Vietnamese army stationed in Basha to reinforce. The initial deployment was to go into battle immediately, but because of the change of the situation, it was changed to stand by and watch. The cooking squad shook off the company's dry food bag last night, and everyone was not allowed to move until they fought. What to eat? This can not beat the cookhouse squad, "a clever woman can't cook without rice"! Moreover, the communication company is the nerve of the whole group. It takes one second to report after the command post. How can you finish the task with a growling stomach? Yang thought: how can I be a cook if my comrades consume their physical strength before the battle? There will be times when logistics supply can't keep up. How can we not let our comrades go hungry?
He went into the mountain with a shovel, looking for some wild plants as food substitutes. But outside this country, he is a stranger. He plans several kinds. The juice is bitter, which causes him to retch. I was worried that there was no rice in the pot when I heard someone shouting on the hillside. He looked up and saw two migrant workers who had brought ammunition back to the front, pulling packhorses down the hill. An old migrant worker stopped him and said, "How can you be such a comrade?" ? There are many poisonous things in the mountains. If you eat it wrong, it will be vomiting and diarrhea, but it will be fatal. Are you hungry? As he spoke, he took out a compressed biscuit wrapped in plastic paper and urged Yang: "Eat the mat first."
Yang explained to the old migrant workers that he wanted to dig wild vegetables to supplement his rations. Hearing this, the old migrant worker said admiringly, "Well done! A cook like you, everyone is hungry. Go, come with me. " He handed the reins to the young people beside him, looked around, led Yang into a small bush on the sunny slope, stopped in front of a small tree with lush foliage and twists and turns, and pointed to the tree and said, "Look carefully and remember." Yang looked at the little tree: prickly pimples jutted out from the green bark, and white flowers that had just withered were embedded in the dense small pointed leaves on the branches. The old migrant worker said, "The root of this tree is a lump called cassava. Vietnamese eat without food. Tell comrades to dig! "
When he got the food, the cooking squad smiled and the whole company was very excited. Yang is more happy than his meritorious service and exemplary evaluation.
"Food bags can't be lost"
Two days later, at noon on March 3, our army was interspersed at the mouth of Huanglian Mountain, fighting fiercely with the enemy who fled from Tang Donnan and the enemy who went south to reinforce. Yang's communication company followed the regiment command post, followed the sharp knife camp and quickly advanced to the pass.
Yang labored to line up. When he ran out of the hospital, his intestinal tuberculosis was still not cured. He has a low fever every afternoon these days, his head is swollen and buzzing, and his chest is about to explode. His mouth is on fire and he can't spit it out. His legs are too heavy to lift. In order to reach the position as soon as possible and pursue the enemy, the soldiers left behind backpacks, blankets, raincoats and even dry food bags, which contained only guns and bullets. Yang left only blankets and raincoats and refused to leave dry food bags. Duan Xianlun, a radio mechanic, wants to help him untie the dry food bag. He didn't say anything: "We can't lose this. What do comrades eat without it? " His face was pale, his chest leaned forward, and he staggered along, saying to himself, "Come on! Keep up! " Duan Xianlun was really worried when he knew that he was sickly. He is still urging: "Comrades who are much stronger than you, all go into battle lightly. Don't be stubborn if you want to be tired! " Said, reaching for the dry food bag on his back. Yang Zhangjian shook his head obstinately, clutching the dry food bag tightly with one hand, staring at the front with his eyes, and gasped, "I am a chef. Losing a food bag is like losing a gun. As long as I don't fall, this grain bag will never be lost! "
As the sun sets, the sharp knife camp and the interspersed troops occupying the pass of Huanglian Mountain return home in triumph. The colonel stopped a few kilometers away from the mountain pass, and the command post was located in a thatched cottage on the side of the road. Radio and telephone stations must immediately contact the division command post, battalion and company. Communication Lian Gang arrived at the hill in front of the command post, when he suddenly found that several Vietnamese soldiers were setting up a mortar at dusk in an open space at the foot of a mountain covered with dense forest 400 meters away. Yang raised his gun to fight, and other soldiers also pulled the trigger. The enemy threw down the barrel in a hurry and ran into the Woods. In order to prevent the enemy from sneak attack, the communication company commander hurriedly ordered the cooking squad and handyman to build fortifications to ensure the safety of the radio and switchboard.
Yang asked the cook Peng Taiyou to touch the hillside to build fortifications. After it was completely dark, they dug a single bunker, but there was no sound of company talking and digging on the mountain. Yang asked Peng Taiyou to go and have a look. Before long, I hurried back and said in a panic, "Oh, there is no one on the mountain. Those bunkers were only dug half a person deep, leaving only us. " The two men were stupefied when fierce gunfire suddenly sounded in the dark, bullets splashed around in front of the bunker and leaves rustled. Yang shouted to Peng: Get ready to fight! "Then take the rifle out of the ditch and fire at the enemy's bunker.
With the help of the bunker, they fired slowly and fought the enemy in the middle of the night. The enemy mistakenly thought that our army was camped in Shanbao, and anti-aircraft machine guns and light and heavy machine guns also played all night. Yang and Peng Taiyou discussed that they could not continue to fight. They had to find a company, and the comrades were still waiting for dinner!
The communication company is also looking for Yang and Peng. It turned out that the headquarters considered that the communication company was vulnerable to enemy fire on the mountain package and told them to retreat to the depression on the right side of the mountain road to camp. It was dark at that time, and the comrades didn't see Yang and Peng Taiyou touch the halfway slope, so the evacuation password didn't reach there. In the early hours of the morning, the troops are about to enter a new battle. The radio station and the switchboard are as busy as a bee, but the meal has not yet landed. After more than 30 hours of marching and fighting, the soldiers' stomachs have been growling, and several comrades in the communication platoon have been dizzy with hunger. The instructor and the purser are in a dilemma, and both Yang and Peng are back.
Yang is light-footed and stumbles ahead. His face was blue, his head was in a cold sweat, his lips moved, and his head sank straight forward. Peng Taiyou followed him. The instructor and the vice squad leader of the cooking class took a few steps, stepped forward to hold Yang and asked with concern, "Why, are you hurt?" Yang smiled and shook his head, limping on the vice monitor's shoulder. Peng said, "He is hungry. He was in poor health. I thought he was too hungry last night, but he refused to move a grain of rice, despite all the persuasion. " Hearing this, the comrades turned their eyes to the bulging dry food bag on Yang's chest. Peng Taiyou went on to say, "He said there might be no rice in the company, and we couldn't move a grain of rice. He also said that if he died, let me carry the rice back. He is so hungry that he chews peach leaves. " The vice monitor untied the dry food bag on Yang's shoulder and handed it to the instructor. The instructor stroked the grease stains on the dry food bag soaked with sweat and worn out shoulders, and looked at Yang's thin face and sunken eye socket. His voice was a little sore and he said, "You should pay attention to your health! From the beginning of the war, you broke your heart for everyone ... "
Yang quickly took the grain bag, told the comrades to cook, and told everyone that he found wild radish blue in the grass by the roadside, which could be dug up and cooked together to let the comrades have a full meal.
For the safety of the troops
After dinner, the communication company began its intense work, and the new operational deployment was being conveyed to the battalions and companies. Yang is resting on the wall of cat's ear hole. At this time, a car of our army was dumb and drove into the clearing below the mountain.
An unexpected situation happened: the Vietnamese army observation post at the foot of the mountain found the car, and it was suspected that a large force had assembled and concentrated artillery fire on it, causing thick smoke. The car was knocked sideways on the road about to turn right. Several soldiers on the roadside rushed up and knocked the seriously injured driver to the ground. Yang helped him to a hidden place for dressing.
Shells also exploded around the car, and more than a dozen ammunition trucks of our army were hidden by the grove more than 20 meters away from the car; Beside the hill and in the grass near the ammunition truck, there are hidden regiment command posts and four companies on standby. The enemy's shells hit the car maintenance vehicle with a bang, and they also tried to hit the roads, mountain bags and ravines near the car maintenance vehicle. A birch tree with a radio antenna was interrupted by shrapnel. Next to the cat's ear hole in the switchboard class, several broken telephone lines are hung on the small tree on the right, swinging back and forth. Communication was completely cut off. A burning bomb burning destroyed the thatched cottage near the ammunition convoy and almost hit an ammunition truck. As long as a shell falls on the ammunition truck, a dozen ammunition trucks will explode in series, and the regiment command post on the roadside will be destroyed in the explosion.
The situation is extremely critical! Yang's thin face looked extremely severe in the firelight. He asked the instructor; "I learned to drive, let me draw the enemy's fire away!"
Without a good plan, the instructor agreed and shouted, "Pay attention to safety!" " Yang immediately jumped out of the cat's ear hole like an arrow, braved the enemy's gunfire, rushed to the front of the car, suddenly opened the door and jumped into the cab. He shouted: "Chief, comrades, meet again!" Give the car a hard throttle, full throttle, turn right along the road and run fast. After the enemy discovered it, shells and anti-aircraft guns immediately attacked the bottom of the car. Shells exploded around the car one after another, and bullets from anti-aircraft machine guns hit the front and body from time to time.
The car was 400 meters away, and with a bang, a shell fell in front, and the speeding car suddenly stopped in the smoke. His eyes followed the moving communication car, and even the commanders were tight in their hearts. They are preparing to rescue. I saw Yang sticking his head out of the cab and raising his hand. Then, he pulled the weight on the car, and the wheels rolled heavily again, five meters, ten meters, twenty meters ... The commanders and fighters understood that Yang was going to say goodbye to his comrades again. For the safety of the troops, he will continue to disperse the enemy's gunfire, although he knows as well as everyone that it will cost his life.
Enemy shells kept chasing the car. In the smoke, flying shrapnel and mud, the car was strongly bumped and swayed from side to side, avoiding gunfire, confusing the enemy and moving on. Suddenly, about 400 meters away from the army, a shell hit the front of the car, the fuel tank exploded, and the fireball went up into the sky. ...
The enemy's gunfire never bombarded the hidden place of my ammunition truck again. The regiment command post and the fourth company escaped from danger and communications resumed.
That night, the commanders punished the enemy with revenge guns. The next morning, everyone came to the place where Yang Zhuanglie died, and all they saw was a charred car beam. Yang devoted everything he had to his motherland.
After the war, the Party Committee of the army awarded Yang a first-class merit, and the Central Military Commission awarded him the honorary title of "Dedicated proletarian fighter".