My career as a platoon leader (serial 3)

5

The evening breeze had already blown away the heat brought by the scorching sun. I raised my cheeks slightly and let the refreshing wind blow away the laziness in my dream. While walking on the road, newly knotted spider silk would hang on my face from time to time. I would wipe it off with my hands, but there would be new spider silk hanging on my face, so I would be too lazy to wipe it off again.

I followed the sentry, filled with curiosity about the custody service, just like I was curious about the army when I first joined the army. Don’t know what the prison gate looks like? Don't know how high the watchtower is? Don’t know how far the patrol road is? Don’t you know what kind of life the prisoners in prison live like? Soon, all of this will be revealed, and it will all be truly revealed in front of me. Thinking of this, I started to get inexplicably excited.

Under the night, the dim prison wall lamps were on quietly, and there were a few mosquitoes swirling in front of each lamp, as if the prisoners in the prison could only see the light and no future every day. Same, impatiently looking for a way out.

Where is the way out? At that moment, I seemed to hear the confession of the prisoner and felt the majesty of the law.

Prisons are a symbol of the country’s coercive power. The purpose of establishing prisons is to purify the social atmosphere, purify the minds of prisoners, restore harmony to society, and restore health to the people. Any filth and evil will never be allowed. phenomenon occurs. As solemn law enforcers and symbols of justice, the sentries on duty always hold the steel guns in their hands sacredly, and watch the happenings in the prison with vigilant eyes. Not even the slightest movement can escape their eyes.

I was thinking as I walked towards the sentry post. The foreman who accompanied me on the sentry duty was Chen Maoying, a soldier of the same age as me. Everyone called him Lao Mao. His hometown was Langfang, not far from the detachment.

"Lao Mao, we are soldiers of the same age. Have you been in the 12th detachment in the past seven years?" Curious, I couldn't help but violate the discipline of not allowed to talk while marching in the queue, and first broke the heavy atmosphere.

"Yes, he can be considered an immortal Chadian native, haha."

"In the past seven years, have you been watching prisoners in the Seventh Squadron?"

< p> "Well, I've been walking around this prison for seven years without knowing it." Lao Mao subconsciously looked around, and after confirming that no abnormality was found, he turned his head again.

"Seven years is really a long time. Walking around the prison every day is so monotonous and boring. How did you persist for such a long time?"

Lao Mao smiled and did not answer my question immediately. I took advantage of this time to carefully observe the prison wall on the left. The prison wall is very high, about five or six meters. There are street lamps emitting dim light on the wall, and there are several electric grids made of long exposed iron wires on the wall, which is very intimidating.

"To tell you the truth, repeating this every day is a bit monotonous and boring. But you have to fully believe in the wisdom of the warrior. We have many tricks to eliminate loneliness and boredom."< /p>

"What move?" Lao Mao's words once again aroused my curiosity.

"For myself, I imagine our watchtower as a virtual tourist place, which makes me always full of freshness about these sentry posts. Now I imagine the prison gate as Tiananmen Square , I imagined the patrol road as Chang'an Avenue. Now we seem to be walking on the street and patrolling with our heads held high. Haha, I thought the No. 2 post that I just passed by was the Great Hall of the People. Look, the National Center for the Performing Arts is coming..."

I was amused by Lao Mao's witty humor. When I looked up, whistle No. 4 was already right in front of me.

This is my first time approaching the watchtower. I have seen many bunkers when watching anti-war dramas before, and they are somewhat similar to this watchtower. I will soon be able to visit the inside of the "bunker", and I feel like A bit excited.

Watching Lao Mao open the heavy iron door with the key, I followed him into the interior of the watchtower. The first thing that catches the eye is the spiraling staircase. The all-iron staircase reminds me of famous iron towers at home and abroad. Every time you take a step up the stairs, there will be a solid echo from the iron plate. The slogan "The sentry post is the battlefield, and duty is the war" is engraved on the inside of the watchtower, which particularly boosts morale.

Finally, I walked up the stairs to the top. The sentry who was performing his duties seriously treated me with courtesy. I also responded to the lovely soldier with the most standard raised hand salute. At this time, I I saw the true appearance of the extremely tight prison environment, and for the first time I felt the heavy responsibility on my shoulders.

After Lao Mao sent the sentry and I to the sentry post, he began to organize the handover of the sentry. The content of the handover is a little different from what I learned in military school. Compared with the school's paper talks, it is more practical and organized. The handover was formal and orderly, and the movements were very skillful. They were much more formal than those in our military academy. I admired them greatly.

"The handover begins now. Comrade taking over as sentry, you are the sentry from 2:00 to 4:00. The mission of this sentry is to prevent criminals from escaping and stop criminals from attacking and destroying. The service of this sentry is normal and the facilities are in good condition. This is a mobile phone, please check! This is a Type 81 semi-automatic rifle, the gun number is XXXXXXXXX, please check!”

The whole handover process is extremely sacred and solemn, just like the sentry handover on the Jinshui Bridge. Same. The only difference is that there are no flashing lights and no cheers from tourists.

At that moment, I suddenly understood why the revolutionary spirit would be passed on endlessly, what the most ordinary persistence of the officers and soldiers was, and what the handover in front of me meant. At that moment, I really thought that the handover of the Sentinels was the continuation of the mission, the handover of responsibilities, and the inheritance of the spirit.

After the handover, Lao Mao led the sentry out of the watchtower along the spiral staircase. I only heard a "bang" sound, and I knew that the iron door had been locked again by him. .

The sentry who was in the same class with me was a veteran with a very strong ability in duty. He told me what the area and perimeter of the prison were, what types of prisoners were held in the prison, where were the prisoners’ working areas, and where were the prisoners? It is the rest area for prisoners. What duty facilities are there and how to use each duty facility. In short, it is rare for a sentinel to know so clearly about all kinds of things.

Maybe it was because it was my first time to go to the whistle. I felt that time passed very quickly, and it was already time to go off the whistle before I had even finished the whistle. However, I was still a little tired, and the fatigue suddenly hit me. After returning to the dormitory, I fell asleep and fell asleep.

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