"If only our instructor were like him!" -ten soldiers who have heard the story of "him" say so.
Who is he? He is the war hero and instructor Hu. The following is his story-on February 28th, a battalion commander ordered the instructor Hu of Sanlian Company to lead a platoon to capture the unknown highland on the south side of the mountain to ensure the main force to advance southward. Highland, the situation is unknown, from which the enemy used heavy artillery fire to cause casualties and obstacles to the troops; The task is clear, occupy this crossroads at all costs! Considering the arduous task, the battalion party Committee asked Hu if he needed a military cadre, because the company commander and deputy company commander were injured. Hu Dui said, "No, political cadres can also direct the battle!"
This Sichuan-born instructor is small and thin, but he has overwhelming strength. Wherever he went, the soldier's eyes followed. No matter how hard the environment is, no matter how bad the conditions are, there is always a winner's smile on his face, sometimes humorous and sometimes deep. Unlike some instructors, he has been transferred without a second or third job. He just likes to stroke his sleeves. Seeing something familiar, the soldiers just need to look at his sleeve and follow. Needless to say, all the rhetoric is in it.
The famous "Ma Renyi School" has been dead since the Eighth Route Army era and has always liked to chew hard bones. Hu simply explained a few words to them, waved his sleeve and turned around. The soldiers stood up and set off along the winding path under the cover of thick fog and bushes.
At the battalion command post, people gathered anxiously around the talking machine. Every once in a while, the intercom will sound "Hula", which is the contact signal sent back by Hu from the front, indicating that it is unblocked. At that time, I was afraid of revealing secrets in plain language, so I could only contact with this code name. Later, there was no sound for a long time, and people were a little impatient, and their hearts were in their throats: where are they?
They have been lurking under the eyes of the enemy, less than ten meters from the front of the enemy, and two Vietnamese sentries are walking back and forth in front of them. In order not to expose the target, Hu ordered to temporarily stop contact and wait for the opportunity to launch an air strike. The rain curtain is getting denser and denser, and the enemy shrinks his neck and walks into the cat's ear hole in twos and threes. At this time, there are two big rain clouds floating over their heads, while Hu is secretly happy. Hey, it's a bit like the classic novel "Xiangyun on the horizon helps each other"! He waited patiently for the rain clouds to float overhead and cover the whole position. Comrades held their breath and stared at him. It was at this time that Hu didn't forget his habitual action-he gently rolled up his sleeves and slowly raised his submachine gun. The silence was broken by the sound of "DuDu" and an attack order was issued. Two enemy sentries fell to the ground, and their comrades jumped into the enemy line, and the killing began. The whole platoon was divided into three roads and launched a fierce attack on the enemy positions. Hu jumped over the trench and led his troops in. He caught a glimpse of three Vietnamese soldiers frantically operating an 82 mortar. "You are still busy!" A gunshot, the three guys turned their eyes before they could react. The enemy was confused by the sudden attack, unable to understand where the mountain soldiers came from, and the first line of defense was destroyed in an instant. At this time, Yuekou, who was hiding in the bunker, began to fight back crazily, and dense bullets flew overhead. Hu felt a shock in his head and secretly shouted, "No!" When I took off my hat, I saw a hole the size of an egg. When I touched my forehead, I was shoveled with a ditch and blood gushed out. He smiled: "fortunately, I am lucky!" " He was afraid that blood would burn his eyes, so he simply wrapped a piece of cloth around his head several times. He looked up and saw the enemy's heavy machine gun spitting fire on a hill 20 meters away, so he raised his gun. I dare not say anything else. He is confident in this kind of marksmanship. Who knows that when the trigger is hooked, the bullet is gone; Touch the Grenade bag. It's empty, too. "fuck!" He secretly scolded 1. He reached out to Xiong Runyi, the walkman beside him: "Borrow some arms!" Although the bear had been prepared for this move for a long time and had a good time, he didn't know how to save money and ran out of ammunition. As soon as he turned his head, he picked up a shell from the enemy and handed it to him: "Instructor, can this work?" Hu took it and wiped the mud with his sleeve. He saw that it was a 60 mortar shell with a "blonde style" instant fuse. He cried with joy: "Hey, it works, this guy is strong enough!" " He weighed it, and with his usual strength of holding five bricks, it is estimated that it is no problem to throw 20 meters. Seeing that the place was low-lying, he came to a ridge with his cat's back in his arms, suddenly appeared, stood up and gave up, struggling to throw the shells at the enemy's heavy machine guns. Then he jumped back to his original place. There was a loud bang and the shells blossomed next to the enemy's heavy machine guns.
This is really a small miracle. There has never been a record of shells being used as grenades. Of course, for Hu, this is not surprising. He is familiar with infantry weapons's performance and knows everything. If nothing else, let's say Bazuka. The teachers' teaching team starts training every year, and almost everyone asks him to be a "professor". In his opinion, bragging can't defeat the enemy. If a grass-roots cadre wants to command in front, he can't come to the eighteen martial arts several times, and he can't even draw his bow left and right. Too incompetent! The lightning attack made the enemy irresistible. A bazooka soldier escaped from the bunker and Hu shot him dead in one fell swoop. At this point, the gun hole of an enemy fort on the left is spitting flames, threatening the position I control. Hu raised his submachine gun to aim at the hole, and the bullet jammed once. "Damn it!" Seeing the new soldier Yin Huafeng coming with a bazooka, he put his gun on the ground, took the bazooka, conveniently picked up a bazooka from the enemy, and was about to choose the shooting position. Suddenly, he found that the muzzle of the hole was aimed at Silver, and his heart suddenly lifted. But Hu is close to the bunker. He is familiar with the performance of rockets. If he shoots at this distance, he is in danger of being injured or even killed. But he thought about the safety of silver, and there was no room for hesitation. He shouted to Silver, "Lie down", and then pulled the trigger. The rocket smashed the enemy fortress. Hu was pushed down by the huge back seat strength wave, and the flying shrapnel hurt his face. He shook off the dirt and gravel and went to help Silver. "Are you hurt?" He asked Yin Huafeng. But I can't even recite this sentence. It turned out that shrapnel hurt his lips and blood flowed out of his mouth. Silver was very excited. She just shook her head and said nothing. Hu touched his body and found no injury, so he was relieved. As soon as Silver got hot, tears came down.
Yin Huafeng was a new soldier who joined your company before the war. The young man was spoiled at home since he was a child, and his mother treated him like a baby. I heard that it was hard to go to the front line, and his mood was not high. When he presses the ceiling, he says he has a headache, and everyone who talks to him encounters soft nails. Seeing that he was weak, the instructor bought cakes and apples and sent them to bed, but he still ignored them with a quilt all day. Some comrades compared him to a piece of tofu, but his face was white and he just couldn't knock it. Knowing that he suffered from heart disease, Hu enlightened him again and again and said to him slowly and gently, "If you are really sick and don't want to be a soldier, I will personally take you home." Silver can't lie still. Isn't it "desertion" to go back like this? My sister is a group cadre and a model worker in the county. When she joined the army, she told me that the army could do something, and they should do well there. He won't go back like this. Get up if you don't do it Hu took him to the training ground for several laps and ran with him. Some comrades shook their heads into a vendor's drum after reading it; Going to war is a burden. Hu doesn't think so. Everyone has shortcomings. It depends on how we lead as cadres. He has made progress.
At the front, Guo Man was beaten the day before, and Silver shrank back when she heard the gunshot. Hu said to him, "Don't be afraid. Come with me. I won't hurt you with me in front. " Xu Jianguo, the monitor of the recoil-less artillery squad, was seriously injured in the leg when destroying the enemy machine gun position. Hu helped the monitor up and asked, "Can you still fight?" The monitor said, "Yes!" Then he dragged his injured leg to the ground and got shot again, and the shelter was destroyed. Hu took the monitor and said, "You see a lot of bravery. That's like a soldier. You should learn from the monitor. " Silver witnessed all this and felt guilty. ...
At this moment, Yin Huafeng followed the instructor and kept rushing forward. Seeing that he hit a Yuekou, Hu turned to smile and asked, "What's the matter, aren't you afraid?" Silver said guiltily, "Instructor, I was wrong." Hu smiled and said, "What's the matter? You also rushed to the front! " Yin Huafeng smiled shyly. Later, they met again at the top of the mountain. Hu also asked, "How?" Silver still can't hide her guilt: "I'm not good, criticize me!" " "Hu said," What are you criticizing? I want to praise you. Didn't you also destroy the enemy! "
Then, of course, silver is good. When returning to the original station of the army in triumph, Yin Huafeng's sister made a special trip to the station to wait for him. As soon as she met, she asked, "What's up?" Silver replied tactfully: "Not so good!" The elder sister said, "It's up to you if two of the three young people in the brigade contribute." Silver didn't say anything, but took a third-class medal from his pocket and handed it to his sister. Sister is happy: "well, you have won the honor, which is worthy of pride!" " "The younger brother bowed his head embarrassedly and said to himself," How do you know that the medal is mine, and the credit goes to the instructor ... These are another story. A platoon quickly took control of the surface position. Vietnamese invaders are still fighting back with dark castles and caves. Five comrades-in-arms including platoon leader Guo died heroically, and eight comrades-in-arms including three squad leaders were seriously injured. Fierce fighting continues.
Instructor Hu endured severe pain, stood at the top of the mountain, looked around this smoke-filled highland, and obviously felt the burden on his shoulders, which required will and strength. He let go of his voice and shouted, "Xiao Zhang-Comrade Zhang Gongyi!" Shouts echoed on the ground. "Here-"an equally rude and loud answer reached the top of the mountain from the trench of fierce fighting, and Hu took a long sigh of relief: "Come up!" Zhang Gongyi, a class vice monitor, strode over with a gun and blood on his sleeve. This brave and tenacious soldier was also added to the Third Company from other troops before the war. He went to Hu and was about to report the enemy's body count. Before he could speak, Hu came forward and held his hand tightly: "Needless to say, you played very well. I want to do it for you. Now, on behalf of the party branch, I will absorb you to prepare for party member and be a platoon leader! " Zhang Gongyi nodded excitedly. The instructor is looking at him, his eyes full of expectation. The meaning is clear: the burden is not light. The instructor's hand represents the party's trust and holds his hand tightly. Zhang Hongyi didn't say anything, turned and rushed in the direction of the most intensive gunfire. Looking at the determined figure, Hu excitedly thought: What is talent? Those who can lead troops to fight are all talented people. They are on the battlefield, among these brave soldiers.
In the trenches, a solemn and simple burial ceremony was held.
Hu walked up to the four comrades and held their hands tightly one by one. He and their soul mates, facing the gunfire and smoke, exchanged vows in two eyes: people are in the position and avenge the martyrs who died!
Comrades applied orally to the instructor for admission. ? He crouched in the ditch, put the gun across his knees, drew a gun cleaning cloth, put it on the butt of the gun, and wrote what he wanted to say to the party on the gun cleaning cloth sentence by sentence. Because he is always ready to sacrifice, he should leave the last message to the party. The enemy's three counterattacks were repelled.
The night is dark and deep, and the cool breeze with rain beads, like fine sand, comes one after another. I haven't slept for nearly two days and nights, but Hu is not sleepy at all, and I can't sleep if I want to. As usual, lie on the bunk and don't even turn over. He leaned against the cave wall, stroking the injured part, sitting or leaning, and simply came out with a stick. He endured the pain and looked at the sentry and the cat ear hole one by one. Comrades are struggling hard and guarding their positions warily. However, hunger and cold, like two invisible demons, quietly reached out to the position in the middle of the night.
In a corner of the ditch, he vaguely saw a soldier lying on the edge of the ditch. It's really stupid I don't want to find a place to escape such a stormy day! I walked over and saw that it was a soldier Wu Bixian. "Xiao Wu!" He gave a cry. "here!" Wu bixian's voice is not high Hu complained to him, "What's the matter, you don't stand up and exercise! Don't you know that you will catch a cold? " Wu Bi did not look back: "No, instructor, standing up will expose the target!" When Hu heard Xiao Wu talking, his upper tooth hit his lower tooth. He felt something was wrong, so he ordered: "Wu Bixian, stand up!" " Wu Bixian had to hold the dog's eye with both hands, moved twice, and fell down before he could get up. Hu hurried over to help him, and it took a lot of effort to get up. I saw him all like a clay figurine; Touch his leg. It's cold. It turned out that he fell when he rushed up, hurt his leg and twisted his ankle. He twisted his ankle hard, but later it became more and more swollen. It was dark, and he was lying on this ravine, and it was not up to him to move. Immersed in this cold rain, can you not be numb? Wu Bixian "giggled" and said something. Hu was angry: "Stop talking nonsense!" He helped Xiao Wu to the cave, wrapped him up with a dry blanket he had found, and blamed him while wrapping it: "Look at you, you have poured it like this, and you have the cheek to hide it from me, and you don't care ..." Wu Bixian couldn't move, so he was at his mercy, but he couldn't tell me why, but he just refused: Me, you, too, and the injury was so heavy! Hu said, "All right, don't move. I’ll be right back. I will be welcome if I move again. " Wu Bixian had to nod, but it didn't take long for the instructor to leave. He held the cave wall and walked out step by step, muttering in his mouth, "I learned this from you. You can give me a lesson at most ..."
Hu groped his way forward with a shallow foot and a deep foot. He felt dizzy and stood on a stick; A cold rain poured over and woke up again. He "pooped" two drops of rain into his mouth and walked on. Suddenly, he stumbled and squatted down. A soldier leaned against the trench and curled up and fell asleep. His heart jumped, the wind was blowing so hard and the rain was so thick. Look at him, but he sleeps so soundly, tut tut, and snores slightly! Isn't this a mistake? This is a mistake! Sleep on the sentry. You can reprimand or criticize. But why did you do it! These soldiers, no matter the first time they fought, were heroes who were willing to give their lives when the gunfire rang. They are all survivors, no matter how hard and tired they are, who has sighed and frowned? In this cold mud, he can sleep, and the rain hits his back, but he doesn't feel anything. ...
Sitting on the side, thinking, my heart is warm and my eyes are moist. Listening to this sweet snoring, I feel more comfortable than sleeping by myself. I really don't have the heart to wake him up. In normal times, I'd rather stay here for him and let him sleep for a while. However, this is on the ground. ...
"Wake up, wake up!" Hu shook his shoulder. He got up with a bullet and rubbed his eyes: "Oh dear!" " "You'll catch a cold like this!" "Instructor, not cold!" But he was shaking all over. However, this is not what he thought. He regretted that he had slept so deeply. Hu pulled his clothes for him: "No matter how difficult it is, we must stick to it. This is a crucial night. " "Oh!" The soldier nodded uneasily. At dawn, under the cover of heavy artillery fire, the enemy began a crazy counterattack again.
Hu is leading soldiers to stop the enemy. Suddenly a shell exploded behind him. He only felt that he had been hit with a violent stick and fell down. Shrapnel penetrated his back, bleeding profusely, and he was seriously injured again. Trumpeter Wu is in a hurry. He conveniently took out a mosquito net from the backpack of an enemy corpse, bandaged his wound and tied it up and down with two straps. Xiong Runhua turned on the intercom and imagined that the battalion would report the instructor's injury, but Hu grabbed the microphone and shouted excitedly, "Call back again!" " The battalion chief asked if reinforcements were needed. Hu Xuqing answered no. Then he turned to Nunu, the bear, and forbade him to reveal his injuries. The bear agreed with tears in his eyes.
Blood stained mosquito nets and belts. Hu didn't know how badly he was hurt, but he estimated that he was badly hurt. If it is announced, he will leave safely and he will not do it anyway.
Panting against the trench, he began to point out several things to do: temporary support Committee, strengthening fortifications, and the wounded. ...
The Executive Committee is very brief. At the meeting, he opened a bottle of canned food given to them by the brothers company, took out only seven biscuits and said to the seven branch committees, "Everyone has a little!" " "Comrades, you look at me, I look at you, all say not hungry. Hu looked at his comrades-in-arms, one after another, his face tired and his lips blistered. " I take the lead! "He picked up the spoon, poked it in the jar, dipped it in his mouth, and then carried the jar, one spoon at a time, and sent it to their mouths one by one. After watching them swallow, Xiong Shengquan, the instructor of Class 2, was asked to send canned food and biscuits to the wounded and each class: "We all want to eat them, just say it's the decision of the branch! "
Don't underestimate this half can and some biscuits. It represents a kind of strength, and political and ideological work is reflected here at this time.
When the two reporters in the regiment came to the highland, Hu knew clearly that they had another task besides understanding the deeds on the ground: to explore the "truth". The officials proposed to take pictures of them. In normal times, I don't want to be on camera, but today, he happily called everyone around, put the trophy in the middle and stood in the front. Comrades understood and smiled one by one. This photo of "Ma Renyi School" was later sent to the Military Museum as a precious memorial. This photo truly reflects the joy of the winner, without any hard impression. Of course, we can't blame the officers for their carelessness. No matter how careful they are, they are easily confused by emotions. As an instructor, the most uncomfortable thing for Hu at this moment is to leave his comrades; Comrades, they also don't want the instructor to leave. The friendship forged in the battle is deeper than ever, and they rely on this strength to hold on to this position exchanged for blood.
In the case of serious injuries, Hu persisted for seven days and seven nights, and he was forced to leave the position until the leaders at all levels of the whole battalion commanded. Although we all know that the separation is only temporary, we still shed tears. When he went down the mountain, he also helped the instructor who was seriously injured. Every time he arrives at a fork in the road, he will take a Grenade to the front for reconnaissance. That's what he is. He will always be an excellent soldier. But who would have thought that when the doctor saw that his wound had suppurated, the shrapnel was only one millimeter away, and it plunged into the chest and stabbed the lungs. A millimeter is not as thick as a few leaves?