When Chen Xin was in the temporary headquarters of the mint, he received a report from the action team that several directors and deputy directors of the Ministry of Civil Affairs had been taken down and secretly detained, Chen Xin finally relaxed his tense nerves. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In this operation, Chen Xin was most afraid of problems with these guys who had been in the top position of civil affairs all the year round, and they had been in charge of their respective departments for at least 3 years and at most 5 years.

They can be regarded as rising with the Xuan army, and the accumulated connections and power are definitely not to be underestimated.

Now that the secret capture can be successful, then it is at least half of the success, and the rest, as long as it is carried out in turn according to the plan.

Chen Xin, who was relaxed, decided to send off a few old friends.

Changing into a plain military uniform, with a few guards, he rode to a place far away from the Mingzhou Martyrs Cemetery, and Chen Xin dismounted and began to walk.

Except for the hearse, no one is allowed to ride a horse near the cemetery, this is the rule.

There were already a lot of people here, Chen Xin was mixed in the crowd, his low-key and simple military uniform was covered by a big hat, and he couldn't see the collar badge, so no one recognized him.

After walking for about 10 minutes, I came to a high-pitched place.

Near a hill, a wall of wormwood was built of stone on all sides, and only one arch was passable.

There were many soldiers standing guard with two-year-old arquebuses screwed with bayonets screwed on, and the shiny bayonets were very intimidating.

When you enter the arch, you can see that there is a stone wall carved out of granite on the hill, on which are written several big characters of Mingzhou Martyrs Cemetery.

The crowd slowly gathered, there was no mourning, no gongs, drums, suona, no humming chanting of monks and Taoists, and no women's cries.

The arrival of the coffin pulled by the six horses made a trace of chaos on the scene, basically anyone who knows knows that this is a ritual that can only be enjoyed by the Son of Heaven, and now it is actually used on the body of an ordinary soldier, who can not be shocked.

As the bugle sounded, the slight commotion of the crowd was suppressed.

More than a dozen officers and soldiers stepped forward together, and together they lifted the heavy coffin, and then slowly carried it to the tombstone in a straight step.

Then the coffin escort stepped forward and picked up the military flag covering the coffin, which was level with his waist.

Today, the company commander of the company to which the buried person belonged attended and began to read the eulogy.

Chen Xin's mind was not at all on the eulogy he was reciting on stage, only deep regret.

Now buried is a veteran who followed Chen Xin very early, his surname is Wang, and he is a platoon commander with the rank of non-commissioned officer.

It was an old man who participated in the Xuan Army before the attack on North Korea.

Originally, in order of seniority, how could Lao Wang be a squadron leader of a militia unit, or a company commander of a field unit or something.

But because no matter how Lao Wang learns, I can't read and write, I can't learn new knowledge, and I can't understand written orders, so I haven't been promoted.

He is a contradictory mixture of an old-school old soldier and a new-style soldier.

He likes to beat and scold soldiers, it is common to be rough on the training ground, and he is not soft at all when he picks up a knife and cuts deserters on the battlefield.

But he also loves the soldiers the most, never steals credit, suppresses capable people, as long as he makes meritorious service, he will give his subordinates the quota of non-commissioned officers and officers, and there are at least thirteen officers who go out from his subordinates, which is thirty percent of the number of his subordinates.

He also likes to find his superiors to constantly fight for the interests of his subordinates, the priority of supplies, the comfort of transportation, the vacation of meritorious personnel, all as long as it is good for his subordinates, he will fight, never afraid of being criticized or offending other superiors.

Once a battle starts, he is always at the front and never takes a step back.

Although he likes to beat and scold soldiers, he has always been respected by everyone.

Just before the outbreak of the war, when I went to inspect the troops, I chatted with Lao Wang and listened to him constantly scolding those recruits.

At that time, he had already decided that when this battle was over, he would transfer Lao Wang to his own guard unit.

Lao Wang's fall was so surprising that Chen Xin was a little caught off guard.

Just when Chen Xin recalled Lao Wang's past life, Lao Wang's company commander had already finished reading the eulogy.

The coffin was slowly lowered into the tomb under the pull of the rope.

"Raise the gun, put it."

Seven of the selected soldiers' representatives simultaneously fired into the air with four-year rifles, then pulled the bolt, poured out the copper case, and placed an empty cartridge.

If it was three times, the crisp sound of gunfire bid farewell to his comrades, and there was silence all around.

The lights-out horn sounded slowly, and everyone began to be moved and shed tears.

When Miao Jinghui died in battle, Chen Xin swore that he would never cry again, so at this time, he raised his head to the sky and closed his eyes tightly to prevent his tears from falling.

A high-ranking officer of the Xuan Army walked to the coffin escort, folded the military flag with the help of several people, sent it to Lao Wang's family, and began to comfort Lao Wang's family.

Chen Xin didn't bother, because he took the old lady's son on the expedition, and his commander came back, but the old lady lost a son forever, Chen Xin didn't know what to say at this time, and what face to say.

Chen Xin stayed here quietly, looking at the new tombstone, speechless for a long time.

When the crowd began to disperse, Chen Xin put on his military hat and lowered the brim.

Passing the dispersed crowd, we came to the tombstone.

"Brother, I've come to see you."

He took out a pot of wine from his pocket and saluted Lao Wang, "Lao Wang, I know that you are a wine worm, today I took a pot of good wine that has been hidden in the distillery for 5 years to see you."

Don't look at you always causing trouble, scolding this and that, and there are always some officers who come out of the martial arts hall saying that you are an old-fashioned ruffian.

But, I know, you're a real soldier.

I remember that after I gave the ban on alcohol in the military, you never drank a drop of alcohol again.

For the military drill code issued by the General Staff, the most serious implementation in the whole army is your platoon.

Some people say that more than a dozen officers have come out from under you, and that is because your old king has a big face, and many old comrades-in-arms who have been promoted to the rank of colonel officer are willing to sell your face.

I said that they were farting, the power of military merit approval and personnel promotion, and I was firmly in my own hands through the tiger ben, and I dare say that no straw bale could be fooled under the noses of the tiger ben.

Everyone you recommended is a well-known good man, and when you counted the merits of the war, all the officers you recommended to the martial arts hall met the conditions for awarding medals, and they were the pride of the Xuanjun officers.

Although you are only a non-commissioned officer, you are indeed a well-deserved hero of my Xuan Army.

Your name may be forgotten in future generations, but your deeds will live on.

You know I barely drink, but today, I'm going to have a drink with you.

Come, hero, I honor you. ”