The green-skinned old train stopped on the long railway track. The doors opened one by one, and large swaths of troops poured out.

A large group of people gathered together, military uniforms, red flags, and a sea of ​​​​yellow. Under the sunset, the ground was full of people. Mixed in such a huge team, Xu Qing was shocked in his heart.

I couldn't tell when I was on the train, but when I got off the train, I realized that there were more than a dozen carriages on this train, and there were thousands of soldiers.

Thousands of steps were not deliberately arranged in order, but just gathering together was an oppressive force. Thousands of breaths and thousands of people surrounding each other could make him feel a sense of peace.

"All ministries must assemble at their respective divisions! All ministries must assemble at their respective divisions!"

Someone was shouting with a loudspeaker.

The open space at the station seems to have been transformed into a temporary training ground. More advanced troops who have arrived are stationed here. There are military camps everywhere, and some have already set up camps for training.

At a glance, there might be tens of thousands of people there.

Wu Qianli looked around and quickly found the location of the first attack group. He turned around and shouted:

"Everyone from the Seventh Company, follow me closely! This way!"

"yes!"

Xu Qing looked at everything around him that was unfamiliar and full of a sense of time. When he was distracted for a moment, he couldn't help but slow down his steps. Lei Gong immediately realized: "You kid, you are in my artillery platoon. You are going nowhere right now."

Already? Hurry up and follow the team!"

"good……"

Xu Qing saw the team in front and quickened his pace.

But at this time, there was a faint singing voice among the crowd from other teams behind:

"Onward, forward, forward, our team faces the sun..."

"With our feet on the land of the motherland, we carry the hope of the nation..."

Yu Congrong was the first to notice. He turned around and looked around:

"Company commander, this is the artillery battalion!"

Wu Qianli: "Then we can't fall behind, right?"

Yu Congrong understood immediately, threw the package to Pinghe, jumped up and raised his fist: "Brothers, can we lose to the artillery camp?"

Seventh Company: "Impossible!"

Yu Congrong: "Let's do one too, and I'll start, okay!"

"good!"

Xu Qing was lining up behind the cannon. Before he could hear clearly, there was a burst of cheers from the front.

Then, he heard Yu Congrong's broken gong-like voice resounding through the crowd:

"Forward! Forward! Forward! Comrades, get ready, get up—"

The soldiers of the Seventh Company shouted loudly:

"Onward! Onward! Onward! Our team faces the sun!"

“With our feet on the land of our motherland, we carry the hope of our nation!”

"We! We are an invincible force..."

"Louder, louder!" Yu Congrong waved his arms high in the crowd, as if commanding, with a particularly happy face.

This song is called "March of the People's Liberation Army". Someone sang it when we were on the train. Xu Qing felt inexplicable while walking in the crowd listening to such a song of the times.

In this era, the song "Mighty and high-spirited, crossing the Yalu River" had not yet been born. Troops from all over the world seemed to sing this song together.

A group of rough guys sang songs, almost shouting with their heads raised. It was not very beautiful, and sometimes it was not even in tune, but it was sonorous and powerful enough, and it revealed purity.

The soldiers of this era had the simplest motive of serving the country, and were not affected by the impurities of the snake camp for profit, so they had a particularly pure strength.

It's like the appeal of singing.

Next to Xu Qing, Lei Gong also hummed along softly. Not only the Seventh Company, but also the other surrounding Nine Corps troops began to slowly sing along.

"Listen! The wind is howling and the bugle is sounding..."

"Listen! The revolutionary songs are so loud..."

"Comrades march in unison to the battlefield of liberation..."

"Comrades marched to the frontier of the motherland in unison..."

The voices are united and the hearts are gathered.

High-pitched and exciting singing echoed over the station, and in this atmosphere, the Seventh Company and other troops returned to their battalion headquarters.

The camp is a row of private houses, with a temporary sign "Second Battalion and Seventh Company" hanging on it. There are several people standing at the door and walking over.

Wu Qianli was acquainted with the leading officer. After a brief chat, he found out about the next arrangements - Division Headquarters Order: No comment, rest where you are.

He was speechless for a thousand miles. But the officer really didn't know. He asked repeatedly to no avail, so he had to send him away. He looked at Qilian's eyes:

"...We are at the place. We have been ordered to rest in Shandong for the time being. Everyone puts away their luggage. The newly issued weapons and supplies will arrive soon. Don't run around and make all possible preparations. That's it, let's disband first!"

The Seventh Company then each brought their own packages and equipment in. Inside was still a big bunk, with a bare soil bed and no bedding or furniture. No one disliked it, and they had long been accustomed to it.

Xu Qing chose a seat by the window, put down his bag, and still carried the gun behind his back, preparing to go outside to breathe some fresh air.

As soon as I left the house, I saw Wu Qianli hugging a middle-aged officer at the entrance of the camp, and then leaned against the wall to chat.

Qianli: "Shouldn't your camp have arrived earlier than ours?"

The man shook his head: "We are here. But I'm not here. I went to Beijing and came back yesterday. After Yang Gengsi, Zhou Wenkai and I arrived at the station, we found out that the troops had already headed for Shandong. Let's get on the train and catch up. So we rushed

Got on the same train as you."

Qianli nodded: "Yes, you go to Beijing to be commended..."

Suddenly he remembered something, raised his head suddenly, and said in an excited tone, "Have you seen it?"

Man: "Yes. Very close."

Qianli: "Did you shake hands then?"

"No, there are many people present, so I don't dare to disturb his work..."

While he was listening, a familiar voice came out from beside him:

"Xiao Wanli, what are you looking at?"

——This familiar smell of broken gongs.

"Yu Congrong." Xu Qing didn't even bother to turn his head: "You are in your twenties, can you be more normal?"

"I'm normal... Hey, talk about the battalion commander?"

Yu Congrong jumped up and waved his hands happily: "——I, Lao Yu, Yu Congrong!"

"Talk about the battalion commander..." Xu Qing was surprised, "Is this the living fighting hero?"

He was far away and didn't notice his face just now.

"Yes, that's him!"

Yu Congrong introduced: "He is also the sharpshooter from our seventh company, the third battalion commander, Tan Ziwei, a truly unkillable hero! When he was still in the Eighth Route Army, he killed countless enemies with one shot. In Huaihai

He also made great achievements and was later promoted to battalion commander, a national first-class combat hero! He taught Pinghe, me, and your eldest and second brother all the marksmanship!"

there.

Tan Ziwei and Wu Qianli also heard the shouting and looked over one after another.

Tan Ziwei smiled: "Is Yu Congrong still here?"

Qianli shook his head: "You can't die! He's so stubborn that he can't stand a fight."

"Yes." Tan Ziwei nodded and took a puff of his cigarette, "The kid next to you is also from your seventh company, how come you haven't seen him before?"

Qianli: "...He's from the Seventh Company. His name is Wu Wanli."

Tan Zi was shocked and looked at him: "Your family? Don't you think death is not enough?"

Qianli was helpless: "What can I do? He sneaked over by himself and blocked the commander's car."

"Haha, quite stubborn. Just like your Wu family."

Qianli waved from a distance without comment. Xu Qing also kept watching and heard three words from his silent mouth:

Come over here.

He was a little unhappy, but walked over anyway.

When he got closer, he saw clearly Tan Ziwei's appearance. He had a square face, thick lips, a tough face under a stubble of beard, and small but exceptionally bright eyes. If he had to describe it, he could only say that he looked like he was being raped by an eagle.

I stared at him, feeling a little uncomfortable all over my body.

Tan Ziwei was smoking a cigarette with a soft shell and a rose painted on it, which Xu Qing didn't quite recognize.

Walking up to him, he looked very aggressive at first glance, but his tone was very gentle when he spoke:

"Kid, how old are you?"
To be continued...