1978: A Literary Giant Who Began His Military Service

Chapter 57 Killing Twenty-Five Enemies
Zhang Lingxiao's second thought was!
This is a typical character! After an arts and culture soldier was attacked at a field hospital, he did not run away, but instead took the initiative to rush to the front line to kill the enemy and protect the wounded!
The key point is that his record is also outstanding! This is more than enough for Zhang Lingxiao to write an excellent report!
He immediately asked, "Comrade Political Commissar, are there any other soldiers? I'd like to interview them about their performance in battle! And what about Comrade Zhou Xu's performance?"

The hospital's political commissar nodded and immediately led Director Zhang Lingxiao inside.

With Zhou Xu unconscious, Zhang Lingxiao had no other options but to interview other comrades in the surrounding area.

"Comrade Zhou Xu was a brave man; he single-handedly killed four or five opponents with a pistol!"

"Comrade Zhou Xu fought bravely for us at the front! I wonder if he's alright!"

"I saw him charge forward with a Type 56 assault rifle! He was like a god of death!"

"I saw it. Comrade Zhou Xu hit the enemy with every bullet. He's a true marksman."

Zhang Lingxiao wrote down all the praise in his notebook, and his respect for Comrade Zhou Xu grew even stronger. He felt that writing these down and reporting them in the regimental newspaper would definitely have a good encouraging effect on the soldiers.

Zhang Lingxiao looked at the political commissar and suddenly exclaimed, "I never expected Comrade Zhou Xu to achieve such remarkable results!"

"Yes, our field hospital staff are very grateful to Comrade Zhou Xu for his selfless rescue; otherwise, we don't know what would have happened," the political commissar replied. "Are you going to write a report?"

“Hmm… I want to write a report about Comrade Zhou Xu, to report on his heroic deeds,” Zhang Lingxiao said with a smile.

"..."

Political Department of Wuhan Military Region.

After learning the news, Political Commissar Huang tidied himself up.

He eventually headed towards the political department of the cultural troupe and knocked on the door.

"Old Chief!?"

"Political Commissar Huang? Come in!" Zhou Zhigang responded, smoking a cigarette.

After Political Commissar Huang entered the room, he sat down at the front, took off his hat, and sighed softly, "Not good!"

"whats the matter?"

"I just received news that Zhou Xu's field hospital was attacked!" Political Commissar Huang shook his head.

"An attack? That..."

"Zhou Xu has been armed. He volunteered to go to the front lines. That's all the information we have right now. We don't know the specifics yet!" Political Commissar Huang said helplessly.

"Zhou Xu went to the front line?" Zhou Zhigang himself was a little surprised. The old man sighed and said, "I hope he's alright. He's not a combatant. I forced him to go to the front line."

"Old Commander, it was naturally your idea to go to the front lines as a reporter, but it should have been Comrade Zhou Xu's own idea to take the initiative to fight on the front lines! Although that kid is sometimes timid, he is definitely braver than any of us when it comes to fighting!"

Political Commissar Huang said.

Although he felt guilty, he had absolute respect for Zhou Xu! The wartime reporter did not retreat to the rear, but instead took the initiative to fight the enemy! As long as Zhou Xu survived, he would definitely be credited.

Zhou Zhigang, somewhat helplessly supporting his teacup, slowly stood up: "My original thought was that as a military writer, going to the front lines as a reporter would increase his creative experience!"

“I understand, frontline experience is very important for military writers.”

Zhou Zhigang walked around and said, "If anything happens to Comrade Zhou Xu, how will I face his parents and comrades... He wasn't supposed to be on the front lines, but I took the initiative. It's all my fault. Just a few days ago, the General Political Department's magazine called to ask him for his novel!"

"I believe Comrade Zhou Xu will be alright," Political Commissar Huang said, bowing his head.

“Okay, I’ll ask about the situation at the frontline hospitals later… so don’t rush around,” Zhou Zhigang said.

Political Commissar Huang scratched his head, waiting for Zhou Zhigang to make the call to the frontline field hospital.

In fact, the news of the attack on the field hospital in the rear had already been relayed to the command post by phone last night, and Zhou Zhigang was naturally aware of it.

"Hello? I am Zhou Zhigang from the Political Department of the Wuhan Military Region!"

"Hello, this is the field hospital of the xxth Division." It was the hospital's political commissar who answered the phone again.

Zhang Lingxiao had just finished the interview and returned to his tent to start writing the report.

"Comrade Zhou Xu of the Victory Cultural Troupe was transferred to your field hospital as a frontline reporter before the war! I'm here to inquire about Comrade Zhou Xu," Zhou Zhigang said.

"..."

The hospital's political commissar scratched his head; he clearly hadn't expected Zhou Xu to receive such strong support from so many high-ranking leaders.

He said, "Yes, Comrade Zhou Xu protected our field hospital. He is not in danger now, but is in a coma."

Then, the hospital's political commissar told the two veteran comrades about Zhou Xu's outstanding achievements on the front lines.

Zhou Zhigang and Political Commissar Huang were both taken aback.

Zhou Zhigang was a veteran Red Army soldier who participated in all the counter-encirclement campaigns in the Central Revolutionary Base Area and the Long March. He participated in many classic battles.

Of course, he didn't have Zhou Xu's dazzling "enemy-killing" record on the battlefield, and he also felt that cultural soldiers of this caliber were a minority.

"What?! Comrade Zhou Xu killed twenty-five enemy soldiers!?"

"Yes, really. This is our count; it can only be more, not less."

Zhou Zhigang clapped his hands and nodded repeatedly.

Originally, he thought that a talented writer had emerged from the cultural troupe, so he sent him to gain experience in the field! But he never expected that Zhou Xu would not only undergo such training, but also take the initiative to fight the enemy and achieve such outstanding results!

If he remains a writer within the troupe, his achievements will undoubtedly be very high.

"sorry to bother you!"

Political Commissar Huang blinked his big eyes and asked, "Did I hear that right?"

Zhou Zhigang nodded: "You heard me right, Comrade Zhou Xu has indeed achieved remarkable results! This is also partly due to your efforts. If you hadn't applied for weapons for him, he wouldn't have dared to use a pistol to kill the enemy!"

Political Commissar Huang smiled slightly: "Actually, I feel that Comrade Zhou Xu has such a spirit of self-sacrifice that even if I didn't give him weapons, he would still defend the field hospital on his own."

Zhou Zhigang took a sip of tea, looked towards the direction of southern Xinjiang, stood up and said, "Yes! The situation has stabilized, so I'll transfer him back! This battle truly amazed me."

"Is the battle about to end?"

Very few were recalled to the rear during wartime, as this would damage morale on the battlefield; most were recalled after the war.

"I can't go into the specifics! Comrade Zhou Xu's achievements deserve a great reward!"

Political Commissar Huang took a sip of tea, and his worries about Zhou Xu gradually subsided.

Political commissars and instructors are usually very concerned about the soldiers' daily lives, even in the smallest details. They care deeply about each and every one of their soldiers!

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