Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Gao Cheng sent everyone away, rejected the politeness of the other company commanders, and walked towards the empty company alone.

He took off his coat, pulled the buttons on his chest, held the armed strap in his hand, looking sloppy. This was the first time he indulged himself like this.

In this way, he staggered back to the camp, and Wang Xuebin was still standing there. Gao Cheng saw him and suddenly remembered that there was another person guarding the camp.

He walked to Wang Xuebin and looked at him and wondered:

"What's going on? What's the matter here?"

Wang Xuebin has an upright body and a standard military posture.

Gao Cheng said impatiently:

"I said we were just two of us, where would you put what you put?"

"Report, the queue has not been disbanded yet!"

Wang Xuebin shouted loudly, as usual.

In the morning, the rest of the Steel Seventh Company lined up here. Gao Cheng called out the roster. One by one, he was taken to the playground with his things, leaving Wang Xuebin standing there alone.

He could have disbanded, but there was no one else, he was the only one, and even if he was even rolling around, no one would be in charge, but he didn't want to.

This short few years of military career seemed to have run through his life. Now he just wants to stand here quietly and guard the last journey for the Seventh Company of Steel.

Gao Cheng didn't want to pay attention to anyone at this time. Even though he was the top student in the past, his views on Wang Xuebin have always been very contradictory.

At first, I liked this soldier very much because he had strong combat power and serious training. With a little training, he would become a sharp knife of the Seventh Steel Company.

But later he found that it was not like this at all. This person was too proud. He was not the kind of arrogance that was superficial, but the despise and indifference in his bones. What he looked down upon was precisely what a soldier valued the most.

From then on, Gao Cheng was a little annoyed at him and was reluctant to mention him. Later, Xu Sanduo came, and one of him and the other of Xu Sanduo were his biggest headache.

Later, Wang Xuebin gradually changed, attaching importance to collective honor, daring to fight and fighting, Gao Cheng gradually improved his attitude towards him.

As a result, Shi Jin was discharged from the army not long after.

Shi Jin is an unspeakable regret that Gao Cheng can't say, and Shi Jin was forced away by this top student.

Force reform, investigation of archives, Shi Jin's archives and Wang Xuebin's archives were put together. A vanguard who had won honors many times was just a private, while a third-term non-commissioned officer with mediocre honors was his squad leader.

The people above will not bother to investigate the reasons, but they just saw that the veteran’s military service is about to expire, so you must be discharged!

No one cares about the feelings of a small class monitor, but Gao Cheng cares. From then on, he doesn't know how to face Wang Xuebin.

Is it wrong to compete for honor?

No, this is what a soldier should do, Wang Xuebin did it, and he did it very well.

Is Shi Jin wrong?

No, as a class monitor, the third class he brought out was the best class in the entire company. Wu Liuyi, Gan Xiaoning, Wang Xuebin, and Xu Sanduo, whoever took it out was not a well-known figure. As a class monitor, his excellence was something that could not be written on paper.

Is Wang Xuebin wrong?

No, as a soldier, he took the initiative to train the class and strengthen the combat effectiveness of the class. He even gave half of his honor to the squad leader. Wang Xuebin could have promoted it, but in order to keep Shi Jin, he gave up. It was so kind that he had done his best. Gao Cheng could not ask for more from him.

Whose fault is that?

Gao Cheng didn't know, he didn't know how to face Wang Xuebin, guilt, complain, disgust, and a hint of admiration, subtle and complex, and it was indescribable!

"Okay, Wang Xuebin, okay, it's not broken up!"

Gao Cheng said as he walked to Wang Xuebin.

"Come on, listen to my order! Disband!"

Wang Xuebin took a break and turned around and picked up a broom to prepare for cleaning. Originally, this was the sanitation area of ​​Class 5, but now there is no one in Class 5, so only Wang Xuebin comes to clean it.

Gao Cheng looked at him with a puzzled look on his face.

"I said, what are you doing?"

Wang Xuebin said while cleaning:

"Article 22 of the Seventh Company Manual: Environmental sanitation is never about sweeping the snow in front of the door, please be conscious of it."

"Damn!"

Gao Cheng was so crazy that he scolded him.

"Seven Seven no longer exists. Are you still thinking about cleaning? Wang Xuebin, do you have any feelings for humanity? You just cry, shout, even if you fight or make trouble, I can understand. Maybe I can still cry with you, but now you..."

As he said that, he grabbed the broom and threw it aside, pointing to his nose and said:

"Do you know I don't like you? Come and take revenge on me now?"

Wang Xuebin looked at Gao Cheng silently, knowing that he was in a bad mood at this time, and just wanted to find someone to vent his hair. However, Wang Xuebin also had a sense of evil fire in his heart. He pressed him down and did not vent, picked up the broom and continued to sweep the floor.

Gaocheng glared at him.

"Wang Xuebin, don't think you are a top student, you're amazing. Do you understand the 7th Company?"

"I understand!"

Wang Xuebin answered while sweeping the floor.

"You know what's the matter! You know!

The Seventh Steel Company has a history of 57 years. How many times do you know the Seventh Company get up from a sea of ​​corpses and blood, holding the broken body of a comrade, and looking at the fragmented flags.

Thousands of troops were shouting for victory and long live. The seventh company was silent. The seventh company that was fighting the forward was just buried in the comrades, wrapped the wounds, and told him that he had survived again and had to fight...

Do you know the dignity of being a soldier?

The Seventh Company is a person, standing here, taller than this house and taller than that tree.

It is scarred, but it never falls, so it is called steel, the will of steel, the iron man of steel.”

Before he finished speaking, Gaocheng was extremely decadent.

"But today, now, he has collapsed, the steel has melted, and the iron has melted...

Just today, the last day of fifty-seven years of history, do you actually want to clean it?"

As he said that, Gao Cheng wanted to kick over the trash can, but the broom in Wang Xuebin's hand stabbed him like a sharp sword and blocked Gao Cheng's front.

Gao Cheng was a little excited when he saw this.

"Can't help it? Want to do it? Come on!"

Gao Cheng said while showing his arms and sleeves.

Wang Xuebin poured the trash into the trash can, then put the tool back in place, turned his head and stared at Gao Cheng.

At this time, Gao Cheng was eager to try, and he shouted while gesturing.

"Don't think you are the only one who practices martial arts. I have practiced since I was a child. Who is afraid of whom? Come on!"

Wang Xuebin took a deep breath and said:

"Company Commander, the Seventh Steel Company has a 57-year company history, and 5,000 soldiers serve in this company. Do you think today is the last day?"

Gao Cheng held a boxing stance in front and back with his hands, watching Wang Xuebin not making a sound.

Wang Xuebin ignored his tricks and knew that he was just trying to find trouble and vent his anger.

"You are still here, I am still here! The 4733rd and 4945th soldiers of the 7th Steel Company are still here, and you and I are still wearing this military uniform!

‘I am the 4945th soldier of the Seventh Steel Company. I have the courage to carry this company flag! I have the courage to die the first battle!’

This is my promise to the Seventh Company. I have carved it to my core. Before I can finish it, how could he fall down?"

As he said that, Wang Xuebin grabbed Gao Cheng's wrist and before he could react, he dragged him all the way to the honor room, full of honor, and the flag was placed in the center.

"Look at him and tell me, if the war breaks out tomorrow, will you, Gao Cheng, have the courage to carry this flag and charge forward?"

Gao Cheng was stunned, looking at the walls of merits, anti-Japanese war, anti-US, Vietnam War, and the sacrifices of the establishment and reconstruction. He saw everything the martyrs protected with their lives. These honors were every day, but he never impacted his soul like today.

Wang Xuebin picked up Gao Cheng's collar and shouted loudly:

"Did you see that flag? I! Wang Xuebin! The 4945th soldier of the Seventh Steel Company! Dare to carry that flag and rush forward! You! Now tell me loudly! Do you dare to carry the flag and charge me!"

Gao Cheng felt that it was not Wang Xuebin standing in front of him, but the martyrs who had been on the battlefield and fought for the prosperity of the nation, questioned in his ears:

"Dare you dare? Do you dare?"

Gao Cheng listened to the voice in his ears and his expression slowly became firm.

"I dare!"

Wang Xuebin roared with his aura open:

"Speak louder! They can't hear it!"

"I dare! I Gaocheng! The 4733rd soldier of the Seventh Steel Company, I dare to carry the flag of the company to rush in front!"

Gao Cheng used all his strength and roared with all his might.

Wang Xuebin's eyes were red, as if covered with a layer of blood. He pushed Gao Cheng down the wall and asked fiercely:

"Then why do you say that the Seventh Steel Company is gone?"

"Go back and sort out your military appearance. As long as you wear this military uniform for a day, you will have to look like a soldier!"

After saying that, Wang Xuebin sorted out his military appearance and continued to clean.

Gao Cheng stayed alone. Looking at Wang Xuebin's back, he seemed to see a giant. He and Gangqi Company stood there with each other, and the soldiers' iron blood and strength were standing.

He leaned against the wall and slowly slid down, squatting in the corner, looking at the room full of honor, silently shed tears.