The same rice raises a hundred different people. Although these dandy soldiers in the auditorium have been raised by their fathers in the greenhouse since childhood, not all of them really can’t stand the wind and rain, and can’t stand the wind and cold for a few days.
Knowing that the situation was settled, after a few minutes of dead silence, some of the younger brothers with a little higher spirits and a little bit more determined came back to their senses. They took up the big bowl of spirits specially prepared for tonight on the table. Get up, drink it all, beg for pride.
Although a few people choked, the choking can be considered a joy, successfully turning the sadness in the heart into grief and anger, and turning despair into an indescribable ruthlessness.
Even Xi Peng, who was kicked to the ground, had a face like the death of the whole family just a moment ago, but after a while of pain, he got up silently and struggled to return to his seat. He held the big bowl of spirits in front of him tightly with trembling hands, screamed like crazy, and poured it into his mouth.
After drinking the bowl of wine, he wiped the wine from his lips fiercely, turned his head towards the wailing cry, and scolded fiercely, "Weeping, weeping, weeping!"
These more than 100 old soldiers are the best in the 17th division. They are people in a circle. Some partners are so incompetent that they can't stand on the stage, especially in front of Xu Le and the seven groups of veterans. , it really makes them feel embarrassed.
Knowing how the situation might develop, the young man, who accepted the reality with a trace of tragic emotion, blushed a little bit by the drink, and was ashamed of the occasional cries around him, his face turned even redder, listening to Xi Peng's scolded, and then scolded.
Foul language fluttered in the sky, swearing like venting, and finally suppressed the crying of those useless sons.
"Drink! Drink to death!" Xi Peng grabbed the shoulder of the symbol, the redness in his eyes had long been covered by the blush on his face, he scolded and said fiercely: "Anyway, no one cares about us, we want to live by ourselves. return."
The auditorium was suddenly filled with an atmosphere of drinking wine and meat, full of ruthlessness, and it was probably the psychological effect of breaking the jar and smashing it.
Xu Le felt that the phone in his palm no longer vibrated, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and was attracted by this scene in the auditorium. It was a bit unexpected for him and the members of the seven groups to be able to get rid of despair so quickly for these old soldiers. Although these old soldiers looked at him with undisguised resentment in their eyes, this was after all. A powerful gaze that lives and dares to die.
He unexpectedly glanced at Xi Peng, only to realize that the so-called sublimation of the family has its own reason.
These buddies in the capital star circle were tricked by the Ministry of Defense to fall to heaven and hell, and they were rectified by the seven groups for ten days, so they revealed their deepest timidity, but when these young people found that the situation could not be changed. When he was able to burn out a certain will, it must be said that it has something to do with family education.
Xu Le lowered his head and smiled. He didn't have enough experience or interest to be condescending and old-fashioned to express too many emotions. After a little bit of concentration, he was ready to mobilize for the first time in his life.
Just when he was about to bow his head to the communicator, out of the corner of his eye, he saw several soldiers with miniature cameras and recording equipment walking in at the entrance of the auditorium.
Judging from the epaulettes of these soldiers, they should be civilian officers, probably some kind of photography group.
Lan Xiaolong walked to the stage, leaned into his ear and explained a few words softly.
Xu Le's eyes narrowed slightly, only to realize that this was the meaning of the presidential residence and the Ministry of Defense.
In order to quell the anti-war voices among the people, bridge the rifts and gaps between societies, and promote harmonious coexistence among classes, the government specially dispatched an excellent camera team from the military's Jinxing Documentary Factory to follow the seven groups throughout this operation. The story of the family's children heroically killing the enemy on the front line and sincerely cooperating with the children of the commoners is faithfully presented to the eyes of hundreds of millions of people...
This is politics as well as propaganda. Xu Le understands that the federal government does not hesitate to offend the upper classes to carry out this task. Of course, he will not miss the rare opportunity for propaganda. He just understands it, but it is difficult for him to accept the battlefield where death is always born. On, there will be these guys who engage in literature and art.
"This is where the filming begins?" Xu Le frowned, looking at the film crew under the stage who were constantly filming material, thinking that the scene of these boys and buddies indulging in alcoholism and carnival is really not very good-looking.
"Let them retreat for a while?" Lan Xiaolong looked at Xu Le's face, didn't understand why he was so disgusted with the opportunity to promote the Seventh Group and his own, and asked tentatively.
"Although we are sent by the Ministry of National Defense, we don't need to be so polite. We are just a combat team of Nutshell." Xu Le said.
"Okay, I get it." Lan Xiaolong put on his military cap, shook his head and walked down the stage. He took Xiong Linquan's fierce men and drove the photography team out of the auditorium unceremoniously. He didn't care about the propagandist at all. The school official's face was extremely difficult to see and an angry protest was made.
Xu Le played the microphone lightly, and a sharp echo resounded in the interior space of the auditorium. The chaotic room was gradually quieting down. Most of the old soldiers had already drunk, and their eyes were blurred and sad. However, after ten days of torture, none of them dared to show any superiority in front of this young lieutenant colonel wearing sunglasses.
Looking at these 120 people and 120 faces, Xu Le suddenly forgot what he should say. The words he thought up last night to boost morale seemed to change in the face of the real war. There is no real power.
The federal soldiers in the audience will be only one company. Of course, their equipment is much more fierce than the average company. The seven sets of equipment are originally sturdy things specially supplied by the nutshell. This time, the Ministry of Defense General Assembly Base directly crossed the Xilin front Command, providing them with a complete set of cutting-edge equipment.
Xu Le is now a lieutenant colonel. If he lives up to the top, he can go to the deputy division level. It is more justifiable to be the head of the regiment. However, he is too young after all. Apart from the last mecha battle, he has no combat experience. The few real bosses in the federal army looked at Li Pifu's face again, and no matter how much they loved his temperament, they couldn't really throw a reorganization group for him to lead.
So this one hundred and twenty people, this one company, enabled him to have his own troops for the first time in the true sense.
What is your own army? That means that he is responsible for the life and death of everyone in the army. He squinted, looking at these familiar or still unfamiliar faces, knowing that whether he liked or hated them, whether they were the sons of congressmen, the sons of governors, or just ordinary civilians, he had to make the most of them. They came back from the battlefield alive.
However, after all, it was just a young man who was about to turn twenty-two, and such a heavy responsibility and burden was placed on his shoulders, making his words slightly heavy and difficult.
"You should know some of my stories. I haven't been on active duty for a long time, but I have experienced some things over the years. In fact, I should have died a long time ago, but I have never died."
Xu Le took off the sunglasses and put them in his jacket pocket. He lowered his head slightly and said into the intercom. His clear and sincere voice echoed in the auditorium. The soldiers at the table below the stage looked at him with complicated expressions and listened to his words.
"The same goes for your seniors in the seventh group. They have done a lot of dangerous and unseen work for the Federation, but most of them still survived."
Magnolia sat at the table, a strange color flashed between her long and delicate eyes. I wonder if she remembered those comrades who died on the Bermuda Mine Star.
Xu Le lowered his head and continued: "A person who is afraid of death is actually the easiest to die. If you are not even afraid of death, then death is often afraid of you and will avoid you from a distance. I am older than you. Some people are younger, but I have experienced life and death. I know that the taste is really bad, and I am afraid... But after thinking about it carefully, when I rushed to the place of life and death, it was not because of the brain that was overwhelmed by blood hormones. , but a perfectly correct instinctual intuition."
"Because people always have to die when they live. This is inevitable, and there are always things in the world that are more annoying than death. Fighting with inevitable death is actually not too risky."
"After dinner these ten days, you were arranged to watch the battlefield documentaries shot by the Ministry of Defense. Although some of you may have fallen asleep, you must have watched them a few times. In those documentaries, you should have seen the imperial invaders. Slaughtering our compatriots on the fallen star, you should have seen the unburied bones and carrion corpses among the ruins of the towns, you don’t even know how many years ago they were left, and you should also have seen those federal soldiers about your age, How to face the cannon fire of the imperial people and charge bravely, until in the end you become a corpse or a martyr."
"I know you've seen it." Xu Le raised his head, looked at the silent crowd below the stage, and said, "I also know that some of you are crying, whether it's fear or anger, I don't want to explore, is it afraid of me? I don't want to know, but at least you have feelings, if you don't, then you are not human, and if you are not human, you should not be afraid of death."
This is not a funny joke. Xu Le's first combat mobilization in his life was just a calm talk, with a little bit of childishness and sincerity.
There was silence in the auditorium. He looked at the people in the audience and continued to whisper: "I know that many of you hate me, but I believe that you will not be bored enough to shoot me in the back on the battlefield."
Speaking of this, he thought of Du Shaoqing and the Seventh Tie Division, thought of the trust in the Huangshanling ambush, and said after a moment of silence: "I'm not a good commander, but I can guarantee that you will not be deserters under my hands. When I need to charge in the future, I will be at the front, and when I need to retreat, I will stay at the back, this is the only promise I can give you."
"I won't talk about a glorious future, pompous Zhuang language, just rely on a few words to dispel your fears and make you cry into a predator. This is not extravagant but naive." He scratched his head and said seriously. : "But since you've already decided to take an adventure on the battlefield, why not stand up and walk in style? If the ending is destined, at least on the way to the ending, can you show a slightly more manly posture?"
"Want to return to the capital star circle alive? You have to be brave, and I believe you can be brave."