Prose, spiritual parade

If the military memory is a film that impacts the impression, it has the test of life and death, the tempering of blood and fire, and more importantly, ordinary days are full of the joys and sorrows of every officer and soldier. When the film is finished and the crowd is tired, the scene of "losing the battle and running water" will always make people feel infinite. (Inscription)

In the midsummer sun, cicadas are singing and boiling. Several large poplar trees were dehydrated by the sun, and the rolled leaves rustled in the wind, as if shouting at the extreme temperature of 40 degrees. Several yellow leaves withered and fell, indicating the futility of fighting with the sky.

Private Wang Le doesn't believe in this kind of good luck, but only believes that perseverance and courage can make a soldier break through and win. This kind of character is at best bloody and at worst stubborn. Maybe there was a grandfather who came down from the battlefield to resist US aggression and aid Korea, or maybe it was Wang Le's genetic possession since he entered the traditional Red Army.

After half a month, the company will select a group of armored crew to participate in Zhu Ri and the military parade. Wang Le is gearing up, and other comrades are waiting. Waiting for the motherland to select this review, waiting for the opportunity to show their heroism in the country and even the world.

It is said that in addition to the height, the standard for selecting military parade personnel should also assess the skills of the equipment to which the military parade belongs. The superior gave this heroic company who participated in the battle of Jinan two indicators, a tank driver and a tank gunner. Company gunner 10, 4 of them meet the requirements of military parade. Wang Le is one of them, but Wang Le's training skill is the worst among the gunmen.

In order to select personnel, the company set up a military training list at the gate. Every day, the company commander will comment on the training situation of the previous day in front of the list, praise the advanced training and deploy the training content of tomorrow. Every time Wang Le passes in front of the company, he doesn't dare to look at the list, for fear that the result of last place will hurt his eyes and his indomitable self-esteem.

The summer night of the field training ground is very long, which looks like the mountains behind the training ground, extending northward from the hinterland of the Central Plains and connecting with Taihang Mountain hundreds of kilometers away. Surrounded by mountains on three sides, this area is an excellent environment for tank drivers and shooters to play tank guns. The hills and gullies are free for tanks to gallop. The mountain is very high, which is a natural goal. The shooter who gets on the bus for the first time will not throw shells behind the mountain because he is nervous and misplaced.

However, no shooter in the company has ever missed the target, and several deep pits are like black holes with solar siphon effect. A shell has been aimed at the calibration position of the mountain and exploded.

Fast aiming (shooter's live-fire simulation training) is the basic training of live-fire shooting and the key content of this selection. When the tank stops, you can turn on the power switch to operate the gun steering gear. This basic training is a necessary process of live-fire shooting. From this step, the shooter's ability to find, capture, lock and strike targets is trained. Wang Le's performance is always hovering around 18 rounds per minute, while other shooters in the company are above 23 rounds per minute, with a maximum of 26 rounds.

The company commander once said that there is a "bottleneck" in training. Breaking through this "bottleneck" will activate the potential of skills and the training results will be uncontrollable.

Wang Le seems to understand, but he knows that if he wants to get a place in the military parade, he must surpass the other three in every training. That long summer night, Wang Le began to ponder this "bottleneck" carefully, and was locked in the "bottleneck" when he slept, screaming and talking out of breath.

During that time, Wang Le struggled to break through the bottleneck like chicken blood. Other comrades practiced once and he practiced twice. Other comrades all took a nap, but he ran to the tank training ground alone and trained silently.

After several lunches in a row, Wang Le insisted on overtime training. The midsummer sun burns the whole body, and the temperature of the tank mine is at least 4-5 degrees higher than the outside world. Fasten the window cover of the operator. If it is an iron steamer, the camouflage suit will be soaked in a few minutes. Wang Le is tired of sticking a layer of rubber on his wet clothes. He thought he was training alone anyway, taking off his camouflage uniform and wearing only a pair of pants to train in a tank car.

Judging the distance again and again, aiming and locking again and again, shooting again and again. Wang Le's passion is flying in a narrow space, his eyes are shooting into the future battlefield, and he is clutching the high-low direction machine and flying around like a gyro to search for the target, repeating this simple and ever-changing action again and again. I don't know how many blisters have been ground on my hands, so I can't squeeze them out and practice again. The bare back kept bumping into the passenger's iron seat, slowly grinding and swelling the skin.

A few days later, Wang Le's back was bleeding and his wound was stained with clothes. When sleeping at night, he got wet with water with the help of his comrades-in-arms, so as to take off his clothes and be afraid of tearing off the meat.

The most unforgettable thing is that one day at noon, Wang Legang trained for a while and felt that the tank car was too hot to breathe. He was about to climb out of the crew window to catch his breath, but his hands were not tied, but he fell heavily on the armor plate, and the hard bullet bolt pushed his abdomen, causing him to faint. Wang Le didn't know how long he had been unconscious. The bright sunshine woke him up. He rubbed his aching abdomen and continued his training.

The assessment of the company's selection of parade personnel began, with three platoon leaders as examiners and four shooters as candidates. After a period of self-strengthening training, Wang Le ranked first with 28 rounds per minute without mistakes, which not only defeated his comrades in the company, but also set a record for the whole group's training in this subject. The company commander looked at Wang Le with a face of surprise. When he caressed Wang Le's blistered and bloody hands and saw the red camouflage figure, the company commander seemed to understand something from his childish face, and his eyes, once as strong as steel, gradually became moist.

Later that day, the company commander spoke highly of Wang Le. That night, Wang Le felt that the summer night was no longer long, and he had a dream that he was wearing a brand-new jungle camouflage suit, stepping on a chariot, accompanied by the roar of helicopter gunships passing by at low altitude, and then the bugle sounded when he got up. Wang Le stretched himself, really want to have a good sleep, relishing the coming reality in the dream.

"The company commander and the regimental headquarters informed that our regiment was going to a coastal area to participate in the exercise, and the military parade was held by other troops." The reporter who is reporting the list of parade participants to the regimental headquarters has received orders from the regimental headquarters.

On this day, all the officers and men were very busy. According to the combat readiness level, turn to the steps and start the combat readiness vehicle. Please get ammunition supplies. Wang Le also had no time to think about participating in the military parade, only felt that his body was still spinning like a top during training. Maybe my dream of participating in the military parade has come and set sail, but I have a regret of falling. Maybe I'm waiting for another dream of participating in the exercise to set sail.

As night falls, the army column full of equipment gallops towards the southeast and goes to strange areas with its own mission. Wang Le looked at the flowing scenery outside the window, and the neon lights in the city gradually disappeared. The dream of military parade came at him like a wave of military music, and the iron flow rolled forcefully, and his eyes filled with tears. ...

/You Zhe wrote in 2020. 12.25. I want to give this document to the soldier who once took it.