Who taught you to be a soldier like this!

Chapter 479 The Backbone of the Mountains [Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly ticket! ]

It is probably due to the tacit understanding among the political cadres.

Although Zhao Weihong's words were a bit obscure, the instructor of the Chagula outpost still understood what Zhao Weihong wanted to express.

And the look in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Weihong also showed a very obvious sense of closeness.

Speak realistically.

If Zhao Weihong was not breathing heavily at this moment, he would look more like a gentle and refined political cadre than this instructor.

In comparison, this instructor is more like a very representative military commander.

With his sturdy build, dark skin, and a voice as loud as a bell, you can feel his bold and unrestrained character without having to get to know him in depth.

I really don't know if he is like this from the beginning, or if it is because of living on this land that he has such a rough character.

"You two, are you exhausted from the journey?"

"Especially Comrade Zhao Weihong, it's really unfortunate that the road leading to the outside world in our unit has had some problems in the past few days and is under repair."

"Otherwise I wouldn't have made you climb a whole mountain."

"Come on, drink a cup of hot water and warm yourself up. We'll eat soon!"

Ever since entering the house, Zhao Weihong felt as if she had been reborn.

Although the dormitory in front of her was far more difficult than Room 446, without the strong wind blowing in her face all the time, Zhao Weihong felt that her breathing was much smoother.

After drinking a cup of boiled water at a suitable temperature, the fatigue and coldness accumulated in the body during the journey were almost completely dispelled in an instant.

In a trance.

Zhao Weihong actually recalled the feeling when he first arrived at the army and stood in the cold wind for half an hour, extremely eager to go indoors.

In fact, it is not as cold in Chagula Outpost as in Northeast China in December.

After all, it is July now, the time of year when the temperature is the highest. No matter how bad the weather is, there is an "upper limit".

But the desolate scene and the raging wind can more easily take away the warmth from people.

Zhao Weihong could hardly imagine it.

If it were the coldest month of winter, what would the scene be like at the Chagula outpost where I am now?
I'm afraid it's not an exaggeration to describe it as a "forbidden zone within the forbidden zone of life."

Thinking of this, Zhao Weihong drank hot water in small sips while looking at the dormitory in front of her.

From a certain perspective, the dormitory in front of me still has its merits.

At least there wasn't the smell of sewer pipes that always permeated the air like in the Red Second Company.

But the peeling wall is like a painting washed away by time, recording the history of the officers and soldiers of the Chagula outpost stationed here. It also silently tells every passerby who comes here that the buildings they see are actually quite old.

Drink the last sip of hot water in the cup.

Zhao Weihong looked at the instructor who was instructing the cook to add more food and said in a deep voice.

"Not so polite."

"I'm really sorry for coming here so suddenly and delaying your work."

"How can I continue to cause trouble for you?"

"I'm not particular about food. I'm fine with ordinary meals."

"It's a good opportunity to take a look at the daily meals of our soldiers at the outpost."

There seemed to be nothing wrong with what Zhao Weihong said.

But when the instructor of the Chagula outpost heard this, he showed a very obvious hesitation. It was only after Zhao Weihong's repeated requests that he nodded hesitantly to the cook.

"Just follow Comrade Zhao Weihong's instructions."

"Yes!"

"Don't call me Comrade Zhao Weihong anymore."

"If you don't mind, call me Lao. Lao Zhao."

"I wonder what I should call this comrade?"

"Look at my memory!"

Hearing this, the instructor of the Chagula outpost immediately slapped his forehead in annoyance and hurriedly introduced himself.

"My last name is Chen, Ear Knife Chen, and my full name is Chen Mingzhi."

"Old Zhao, I see that you are also a straightforward person, so I won't be polite with you!"

"I call you Lao Zhao, and you call me Lao Chen. Let's have a drink together while we eat!"

Although Zhao Weihong can drink a lot.

But in the army, he didn't drink much unless there was some extremely important celebration.

And in principle, although there is no harsh "prohibition of alcohol" yet.

During the dinner, officers and soldiers of the grassroots units can drink a few glasses openly if they are in the mood.

But dinner parties should happen in the evening. How can we start the dinner party at noon and drink alcohol at the same time?
If it were up to Zhao Weihong's personality, she would definitely reject Chen Mingzhi's invitation directly and tell him that today was a working day and drinking was not allowed during lunch time.

But after looking at the sincere expression on Chen Mingzhi's face, and then at the simple environment of the Chagula outpost.

Zhao Weihong couldn't bring herself to say the so-called "rules" that she was already familiar with.

finally.

Under Chen Mingzhi's sincere invitation and expectant gaze.

Zhao Weihong nodded silently.

Those who witnessed this scene had no idea what it meant.

At the Chagula outpost on the northern foothills of the Himalayas.

Zhao Weihong, the brightest rising star in the Yan State's military in recent years, has quietly begun his own transformation.

Zhao Weihong used to have his own set of principles for conduct. While defending these principles with practical actions, he stubbornly believed that these principles were absolutely correct.

Thinking of this, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Zhao Weihong's mouth. She seemed to feel a lot more relaxed as if a huge stone had been lifted off her shoulders. She then started to chat enthusiastically with Chen Mingzhi.

Thinking that your actions and ideas are absolutely correct is a mistake in itself and a form of silent arrogance!

Fortunately.

It was time for Zhao Weihong to break the "fence" in her heart and realize this.

It's not too late.

I have to say, apart from the sudden lunch party at noon where people drank alcohol.

The Chagula outpost, or Chen Mingzhi, still strictly abides by the rules and regulations and daily life system.

Even though there were only a few people left in the camp, and there were two guests.

When the dinner bell sounded, Chen Mingzhi still ran outside the building to gather everyone. He stood in front of the queue and directed them to sing military songs with full and passionate gestures.

"The majestic Jinggang Mountain, the red flag of the August 1st Army!"

"For the first time in history, the people have their own soldiers!"

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A queue of only a few people.

However, despite the still raging wind, they sang with a majestic spirit that might not be matched by the entire company!

Listening to the familiar melody in her ears, Zhao Weihong suddenly realized.

For the past three years, I have been immersed in studying, researching, and exploring various military theories.

It has been a long time since I saw this group of soldiers standing in line and singing military songs before dinner at the top of their lungs.

An ordinary military song, like a mysterious ritual, awakened Zhao Weihong's deepest memories and brought him back to the feeling when he first came to the army. Without any hesitation.

Zhao Weihong took a step forward, entered the team, and joined the chorus that echoed among the mountains.

"The Yangtze River rushes toward the ocean!"

"To protect the motherland and be the pillars, the people's army is loyal to the party!"

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Zhao Weihong's face turned red and she sang military songs at the top of her lungs.

The "feeling of hypoxia" that had finally been relieved once again came to Zhao Weihong.

But Zhao Weihong ignored it all and continued to use the most passionate and majestic voice to express the emotions in her heart that she didn't know how to describe.

Sing a song.

The heaviness in Zhao Weihong's heart completely disappeared.

Instead, there is a sense of comfort and calmness as if one has returned to one's hometown.

He smiled and nodded at Chen Mingzhi who was a little surprised.

Zhao Weihong followed the queue and, at Chen Mingzhi's command, returned to the building and walked towards the cafeteria on the left side of the first floor.

However, there seems to be no position of "correspondent" at the Chagula outpost.

Even the chief officer Chen Mingzhi was holding tableware and silently following the queue, preparing to get his meal.

"Old Chen, why don't we build a separate cafeteria?"

While waiting in line, Zhao Weihong asked Chen Mingzhi a question that he had always been very curious about.

After all, there are still many inconveniences when the cafeteria and dormitory are mixed together.

For example, the fumes from cooking, and the "safety" issues of some side dishes.

Although Zhao Weihong had never done such a thing, he had heard of it.

Some soldiers who were on night duty would sneak into the canteen during the time after work to order some instant noodles, sausages, etc.

In principle, this kind of behavior is of course not allowed.

But if they are really caught, the most they will get is a few words of criticism and they will be asked to take care of the night shifts or the canteen hygiene for the next few days. It won't be escalated to the point of giving out disciplinary action.

After all, the food prepared in the cafeteria is for the soldiers to eat. As long as there is no waste, it doesn't matter who eats it.

"Old Zhao, you've got the point."

"Sometimes the weather is bad and I can't open the windows. When I go to bed at night, the dormitory is filled with the smell of cooking fumes!"

"But there's nothing we can do. Our situation here is rather special."

“If you want to build something, it’s not as convenient as in ordinary units.”

As he spoke, Chen Mingzhi stamped his feet and explained to Zhao Weihong with some hatred.

"The ground beneath our feet is all frozen, harder than fucking rock!"

"When the pickaxe hit the ground, sparks flew!"

“When this new dormitory building was first built, the foundation was blasted out with explosives!

"If it weren't for this, I would ask my superiors for some funds, and I could lead the comrades in the company to build the canteen ourselves."

Hearing this, Zhao Weihong immediately nodded in understanding.

This situation also occurs in the Northeast, but only in winter.

When spring comes, the black soil with the scent of earth becomes moist and soft, and you can dig a hole with your bare hands!

But at the Chagula outpost, the snow never melts all year round
The permafrost formed by millions of years cannot be easily shaken by human power.

If we want to build a cafeteria, we will probably have to do some "blasting operations" just like we did when we were pruning the dormitory building.

In that case, the entire camp would have to be rebuilt.

After all, you can't just blow up the existing dormitory building, right?

While Zhao Weihong and the other man were talking, the other soldiers had already prepared their meals, came to the table and began to wolf them down.

Zhao Weihong also stopped the conversation at the right time and shifted her attention to the dishes in front of her.

It’s better not to watch.

Zhao Weihong almost popped her eyes out of her head when she saw this!
Zhao Weihong originally thought that the food in the 446th Regiment was enough to be described as "outrageous to both humans and gods"!

I never expected that there is such a master!

Potatoes, radishes, and cabbage are the "highlights" of this lunch.

The only meat was canned braised pork mixed with vegetables.

While Zhao Weihong was still in a daze, Chen Mingzhi had already instructed the cook to open a can of heated food and place it on the table in the company headquarters.

"Old Zhao, we don't have any good stuff here, just a lot of canned food!"

"I don't know if you can get used to it."

Zhao Weihong looked up at Chen Mingzhi, forced a smile, then prepared the food and sat down at the dining table.

Do not know why.

Looking at the soldiers beside him, they were eating voraciously.

Zhao Weihong actually felt a little sour in her heart.

Zhao Weihong put a mouthful of rice into her mouth without any appetite. The slightly raw texture made her frown involuntarily.

But Zhao Weihong didn't say much. He just sat in silence, eating bite by bite, this meal that he was destined to never forget.

Compared with the undercooked rice, the greasy canned braised pork actually became delicious.

Probably because I was extremely hungry.

Chen Mingzhi, who was usually very talkative, unexpectedly fell silent at this moment. He just focused on eating his meal, and occasionally clinked glasses of beer with Zhao Weihong.

Zhao Weihong was very suspicious as to why Chen Mingzhi was so enthusiastic about her arrival.

Was it because of my arrival that Chen Mingzhi found an opportunity to drink with a legitimate reason?

However, Zhao Weihong was destined not to get an answer.

After meal.

Chen Mingzhi called over a second-term non-commissioned officer, gave him a few instructions, and then invited Zhao Weihong.

"Old Zhao, do you want to go to the sentry tower on the top of the mountain and take a look?"

Although her stomach was churning, Zhao Weihong nodded decisively.

Soon, Chen Mingzhi found a coat that fit Zhao Weihong's figure, handed her an Type 81 rifle loaded with bullets, then pushed open the door and walked into the wind and sand.

The closer you get to the top of the mountain, the more obvious the "feeling of lack of oxygen" becomes.

As the wind became increasingly fierce, Zhao Weihong had to open her mouth to avoid the fatal "suffocation feeling."

"Old Zhao, look, this is our unit's sentry tower, and it's the reason why we exist here!"

Looking in the direction of Chen Mingzhi's finger, there is a circular sentry tower located next to the cliff, facing the distant mountains, defending the northern border of the motherland.

Not far from the sentry tower, there stands a huge stone tablet.

【Chagula Main Peak】

In Zhao Weihong's eyes, what he saw was no longer a stone tablet.

Instead, it is the young bodies that together form the backbone of the Republic on this mountain top called the "Roof of the World".

(End of this chapter)