Chapter 158: You...have Worked Hard

The members of Lone Wolf Group B came out excitedly one by one and shouted to He Zhijun.

"Shut up, everyone!"

He Zhijun shouted: "Don't you think it hurts to lose Tang Ming and me as the captain?"

"But in that situation, do you think there was a one percent chance of surviving?"

"This fight against floods is a war without gunpowder! Since it is a war, sacrifices are inevitable!"

"In this war, dozens of soldiers have died because of this. Could it be that other soldiers can die, but he can't?"

"We should be proud of Comrade Tang Ming! He is such a good person! He exchanged his own life for the lives of hundreds of thousands of people!"

"He is our Wolf Fang soldier! Always will be!"

"Now, please go back and put on your regular clothes, and follow me to Dam No. 1, where there are some relics of Comrade Tang Ming. Comrade Tang Ming has no family, we are his family, and Langya is his home! Let's go pick him up. Tang Ming goes home!"

"yes!"

A dozen people from the Lone Wolf Commando team ran back to the dormitory with red eyes.

As the rainfall became less and less, the floods were gradually controlled.

All regions across the country are beginning to recover.

At this time, in Province H, the water level at the No. 1 Dam has finally returned to normal, and the dam no longer poses a threat to the villagers in the upper and middle reaches.

Moreover, after repeated testing at the meteorological station, it will almost never rain again in the future.

This means that this area is completely safe.

More than 10,000 soldiers were all lined up and ready to return.

But when they were about to board the bus, more than a thousand people came running over carrying some crops or clothing.

"Comrades of the People's Liberation Army! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! We are here to see you off!"

"You have worked hard! Take these foods and clothes with you! Look at your clothes, they are all wet. You must have not eaten during this time, right? Quickly, take these things and go back to eat Have a good meal and have a good rest!”

The fellow villagers delivered the items in the baskets to each soldier.

But the soldiers kept waving their hands and retreating, but no one picked them up.

"Fellow, you can keep these things, we don't need them! We have them all in the army!"

"Fellow, our army has regulations and we are not allowed to take things belonging to the common people! Your families are also having a hard time with this flood, so you might as well keep them. You need these food and clothes more than we do!"

The soldiers kept refuting.

When several old people saw the soldiers' hands that had lost so much skin and were covered with scars, their eyes turned red.

"Good boy, does it hurt?"

An old man grabbed the blood-blistered hand of a 17 or 18-year-old private and stroked it gently, with indescribable distress in his eyes.

"It doesn't hurt, grandma, we are used to it. It will be fine after we go back to nurse it for a few days."

The private smiled shyly.

"But grandma feels sad!"

The old man's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse as he said: "You are so young, but you have to endure so much hardship. If your parents knew that you were so tired and lost so much skin, they would be heartbroken! "

The old man said and couldn't help but hugged the soldier directly.

The private quickly patted the old man's shoulder and comforted him: "Grandma, I'm fine. Don't worry. This is the responsibility of our soldiers."

The other fellow villagers also greeted the other soldiers with care and concern, their eyes filled with distress.

These are still children.

In society, most of the young people aged 17 or 18 are either studying or playing. They are cared for by their parents and cared for by their schools. They don't have to endure any hardship every day and live so carefree.

But in the army, these children are trained day after day in the wind and sun. When encountering natural disasters, they have to rush over and risk their lives to rescue.

Children of the same age, why do they pay so much more than other children?

However, children who receive care, love and welfare are not as many as children in society.

But they still did it willingly without any complaints.

On the other side, the people responsible for bringing the fellow villagers here were two old men in their sixties.

Around them, there were more than a dozen jars of wine.

One of the old men held the division commander's hand and said gratefully: "Chief, we are both veterans and live in the middle reaches of the village here."

"Our soldiers are here fighting the floods and protecting us. We, the common people, are all watching! Well done to you! Well done to the People's Liberation Army!"

The division commander hurriedly said: "Two old-timers, don't say that, this is what we soldiers should do. Protecting our home and country is our mission!"

"Okay, okay!"

The veteran said: "We have also been soldiers and know the rules of the army. But you can't accept these food and clothes. How about at least a bowl of wine? Think of it as our gratitude to you on behalf of the more than 200,000 people in the middle and upper reaches!" Do you think it’s okay to treat it as a farewell to you?”

The teacher hesitated for a moment, looking at the expectant eyes of the fellow villagers, but finally did not refuse.

"Okay! Then thank you two seniors and fellow villagers!"

At that time, the army was not so strict about drinking.

As long as you are not performing tasks or training, you can drink alcohol at other times.

But later in the new century, a military ban on alcohol was implemented. No matter what time of day, drinking was prohibited in the army.

"Those in the first row, extend your hands and accept the toasts from fellow villagers!"

The division commander shouted an order.

Hearing this, the soldiers below slowly stretched out their hands hesitantly, but when they saw the injuries on their palms, they couldn't help but retracted them.

Perhaps in their opinion, it is a shame to expose these wounds to the fellow villagers now.

Their hands were trembling slightly due to the stabbing pain at this time.

However, when the two thousand or so common people saw that the hands of these young warriors were covered with blood blisters and none of them were intact, they all burst into tears.

The two old seniors poured half a bowl of wine with their own hands and handed it to a soldier.

The soldier hesitated and did not take it.

The teacher said at this time: "Drink, this is the wish of the fellow villagers."

"yes!"

The soldier stretched out his hand to take the bowl of wine.

However, his hand was still trembling because of pain. As soon as he received the bowl, he became unstable and caused the bowl to fall.

"Ah! I'm sorry! I...I didn't mean it. I will compensate you for this bowl. I..."

Before the soldier finished speaking, the old man's eyes were filled with tears. He held the soldier's wrist tightly and said in a hoarse and distressed voice: "You can carry more than a hundred kilograms of sandbags with both hands, but now you can't even carry half a bowl of wine." I can’t even hold it, good kids, you guys... have worked hard!"