Special Years

According to relevant research, minesweeping in wartime can be regarded as very successful if it can clear 70% of the mines in a minefield.

There is no unified standard for mine clearance in peacetime.

Of course the least cost is the best.

Take Kuwait as an example. With the help of the United Nations, they cleared 1.5 million mines and killed more than 300 people!

In other words, every 5,000 landmines will take the life of a deminer.

And these 300 people are not ordinary people, they are mine clearance experts recruited by the United Nations from all over the world.

If according to their proportions, the mines on the border have not been cleared, our minesweeping troops will be exhausted first...

Therefore, mine clearance should strive to reduce casualties and avoid casualties, which is an absolutely important goal.

However, it is very difficult to actually do it.

Demining requires sacrifice.

But there is a consensus in the army - soldiers can sacrifice, but ordinary people can't.

This question was asked before the big mine-clearing operation.

If there are still missing mines in the minefields we swept, and the common people step on them and blow up, how can we explain?

Faced with such a question, the minesweepers of the Chinese People's Liberation Army gave the following answer:

"Acceptance on foot! Hand in hand, the leader walks in front, the soldiers line up, walk two or three times on foot from the minefield that has been swept, let the people see it, and they can feel relieved when they see it!"

Yes, there is no such acceptance method in the world.

Absolutely unique to the Chinese army!

In times of peace, how to reassure the people?

Chinese soldiers gave the answer with their own lives and gave a promise - I will go first, you will go later!

The first person to put forward this answer at the meeting was a soldier, a deputy political commissar of a mine-sweeping unit. His surname was Liang and his name was Liang Shusheng.

The people present were stunned.

There have been heroes who used their bodies to roll thunder during the war, but they had to.

In the age of peace, is it necessary to do mine clearance?

Questions were raised.

"Isn't it very dangerous to do so in case of stepping on the missed thunder?"

At that time, Liang Shusheng said something that was not gorgeous at all, and was not at all arrogant.

He said: "Mine clearance must be thorough! This is also the requirement of the State Council and the Military Commission. If there are any missed mines, it will prove that we have not done a good job, and we cannot say that it is thorough. When it’s over, it’s going to be handed back to the common people to plant crops. We can’t rule out the cleanup. We don’t even dare to leave, and the common people dare to go back and farm? If there is a real omission, it’s better to blow us up than blow up the people!”

The simple words made the experts who specialize in demining and various data statistics almost run into the corner of the conference room without covering their mouths and burst into tears.

If you hand over the minefield to such a soldier, what else is there to worry about?

What's wrong with entrusting national defense to such soldiers?

This is the Chinese People's Liberation Army-style minefield handover ceremony.

Here, the meaning contained is not one or two sentences, but one or two praise words can express and describe.

Just as female reporter Wang Li looked at these officers and soldiers in camouflage uniforms, with a confident and fearless expression on her face, she was shocked when she walked in that minefield again and again.

She has written countless press releases, reported countless high-level ceremonies on the spot, and read poetry and books full of knowledge.

But now, in front of this small minefield, it was this arrogant female reporter who was completely convinced.

She felt that her so-called "sharp" and "sharp" before were so stupid. In front of the deminers who were as simple as border markers, she showed off the knowledge she had learned from universities and books, and used a condescending attitude. When I looked at them, I was so stupid and childish.

Words can never win over actions.

Action is the best language to prove yourself.

The entire demining scene was silent, and no one spoke.

Zhuang Yan snorted with his teammates, raised his hands and gave a military salute.

The first secretary of the state, the leader sitting on the podium, was also the first time to visit such a scene in person.

He couldn't sit still either.

Step off the stage and stride towards the minefield.

The staff around him went up to stop him, and the secretary glared.

The staff saw that the eyes were red.

When I walked through the minefield for the third time, the surrounding firecrackers finally sounded.

Zhuang Yan was suddenly placed in a sea of ​​joy, the surrounding border residents all danced, and those who lost their legs hugged and cried.

how many years?

How long has the war been?

They have lost everything here, but their descendants may not be like themselves.

Tears are not shed for themselves, but for the future, for their children and grandchildren.

The solemn eyes were hot.

I have been in the army for more than two years, and my military career has touched me a lot.

In the past, the feasting and feasting of the city, the sing-song every night, and the buddies who clapped their chests to call themselves brothers and sisters. In front of all these pure and innocent feelings, in these actions of honor and responsibility intertwined, mission and morality overlapped. So humble and boring, so childish and idiot.

man!

The most precious thing is to find the most precious thing in human nature.

Family and country feelings, dedication and sacrifice, those things that were once so familiar but have drifted away from the solemn junior high school have returned once again.

He suddenly had the urge to find a place to squat down and cry secretly.

Taking a year of political education in the classroom is not as effective as watching an hour here.

"Captain, why don't we go for a walk?"

Zhuang Yan wiped the corners of his eyes and asked Han Zizheng with a sour nose.

Han boasted that his jaw was slightly raised, and his eyes still stayed on the minefield.

"Solemnly, do you know what special forces are?"

He smiled and turned his head to look at his most proud disciple.

"Low-key, we can't show our faces casually. We are ghosts and can only stand in inconspicuous corners. The cheers of victory are left to others. What we want is self-recognition."

That year, that month, that day.

In a border town in southern Yunnan Province, the handover scene of No. 12 minefield was full of shock and joy.

Everyone who stood on the scene and witnessed everything that day had their own thoughts and feelings.

But no one would notice ~www.novelmt.com~ Behind the crowd of people, a group of soldiers in winter uniforms lined up and silently got onto a car parked in the field.

The car started gently, slid into the foreign dirt road near the minefield, and soon disappeared into the distance.

Of course, no one would know that these soldiers were once at the site of demining, digging out the deadly "gifts" of death one by one in the minefield.

They are also heroes.

It's just that they have no name.

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I seem to be owed more...

In the VIP hall master group, the navy elder brother sponsored five pairs of authentic military boots for the event, at the cost of me adding 14 more...

Well, don't worry if you have too much debt, and don't itch if you have too many lice.

Anyway, I add more every day, not afraid.