Tide Head Listening Tao | Broken Xilongshan

Author | Li Haoran Zeng Haoyun

The audience and friends are good at night. Welcome to listen to the southern theater "Tide Listening to Tao Tao". In the southwest side, there are such a group of guardians who travel through the deep mountains and dense forests all year round. Every patrol is dangerous and shocked, but they have never been afraid and retreat, and defend the motherland's border defense with their lives. Tonight, let's listen to "Chong Xilongshan" together.

"Beep-" A short and crisp whistle sounded suddenly, breaking the silence of the camp.

A team of armed officers and soldiers came out of the dormitory behind the instructor Chang Chaoyang and ranked neatly. In the slightly morning light, Chang Chaoyang took this group of young people to embark on the journey of patrolling Xilongshan No. 42.

Xilongshan, known as the "Death Forest", is located on the beautiful border line of the southwest of the motherland. It is 3074 meters above sea level.

In the early morning, the fog in the mountains was shrouded, and the grass and one wood seemed to be immersed in a quiet dream. There was a roar of the motor of the patrol car on the winding mountain road.

"All staff are ready!" Chang Chaoyang reminded. "It's coming, it's coming soon!" Wang Fan, a soldier who participated in the patrol Xilongshan mission for the first time.

Arrived in a small village, the road was broken in front, the car stopped, and the Xilong Mountain was in front of the car.

In the company, no one has a better speech than Sun Chao first. He is the "living map" of Xilongshan, patrolling in this virgin forest for ten years. Looking at the rolling and reckless peaks, Sun Chao was too late to feel, and took the patrol team into the mountains.

From the beginning, it was an emergency army. There is only one person wide in potholes, and the roadside is densely windy bushes and thorns. In Wang Fan's view, the "road" said in the mouth of the old class is a shallow footprint, but just a lot of people stepped on, it became a way.

The bush is the easiest to get lost in the bushes. Along the way, the gully was vertical and horizontal, and the branches were densely set.

Going forward, the more dangerous. "Knock the mud of the sole, put on all the gloves ..." Looking at the "bamboo forest array" in front of him, Chang Chaoyang's expression was serious. The so -called "bamboo forest array" is actually a hard -cut road. A whole piece of lush and sharp bamboo surrounds the mountainside into an iron bucket -like. Originally, the beloved bamboo, which was originally "unmudible", became a "fatal weapon" at this moment. Out of a few holes.

"Be careful!" Sun Chao pulled Chang Chaoyang first, whispered and warned.

Chang Chaoyang suddenly discovered that he was about to raise his hand and chopped his knife, a "bamboo leaf green" with a green and triangular shape of the head, and the camouflage was attacked under the camouflage. The sound of "声" made Chang Chaoyang a numb.

The team members stopped immediately, and several soldiers looked white. They motionless, only feeling the dewdrops condensed by the fog next to them, dripping slowly with the leaves. After a few minutes of confrontation, the poisonous snake quietly hid.

At 19 o'clock, arrived at the Valley Camp, sent a short newspaper, the patrol team unloaded the back sac, and began to rest. At this time, the warrior Zhang Yanhong received a special gift, which was a longevity noodle prepared by the team members for his birthday.

"How is it? Is this noodle taste delicious?" I don't know if it is too anxious or too touched. Zhang Yanhong answered while eating. No one heard what he said. Only the sound of eating noodles attracted everyone's laughter.

Under the stars, Zhang Yanhong and his comrades were sitting around. The red oil in the iron pan rolled, and the hot air rose also exuding the fragrance of chicken soup ... When the birthday song sounded, Zhang Yanhong's tears had already slipped their cheeks.

Between the dense forest, everyone in this small patrol unit is the strongest reliance on each other.

I woke up the next day, because a heavy rain yesterday, the low -lying river beach road marked on the map turned into a ditch of turbid waves. "Drag the backpack rope, one after another." Sun Chao tied his back bag rope first, his left hand was holding a tree stick, his right hand picked out the stones in the water, and groped forward.

The virgin forest is thrilling. In addition to the sudden dangerous beach, there are also "cold -blooded killers" entangled here. "Gutu Valley" is a level that cannot be avoided on the road of patrol.

The valley terrain here is unique, and the sun is not seen all year round, so it has become a natural settlement of grasshoppers. The grasshopper is embedded in the branches and grass. Each patrol team passes here. The officers and soldiers must be "fully armed" and wrap from the neckline to the legs of the pants.

Nevertheless, every time I still can't dodge the "attack" of grasshoppers. Without 50 meters, the grasshopper came in. "If you don't want to drop a piece of meat, you can hold back the itch and persist for two minutes." Everyone couldn't care about itching and itching, and rushed to the army at the fastest speed.

Through the gap, patrol officers and soldiers quickly took off their clothes, raised their trousers and disinfected with alcohol, and watched a pupa that was only full of blood.

"Despair slope" is the last level in front of the 42nd monument. It is named on the local area because it is close to the slope of the right angle. On both sides of the hillside is a smooth stone wall, which is really called a cliff.

"Climbing on the despair slope, the foot of the feet is basically not back." The most experienced Sun Chao told the officers and soldiers of his peers. Climbing straight on Xilong Mountain, the most test of foot power and cardiopulmonary function. Sun Chao shook his hands and took a few deep breaths. A horse first explored the loose stones in front of him, and his face and back were unknowingly scratched by thorns and mountain stones. "The squad leader, the road ahead was broken." Wang Fan suddenly exclaimed.

I saw a prominent cliff stopped the patrol officers and soldiers. There were some small trees and rock vines in the sparse spoil between the cliffs, and they could grasp the stones or trees that were able to grasp the borrowing stones.

After careful observation, Sun Chao first tied a climbing rope in the waist, and decided to try to climb the top of the wall with the help of rock vine on the top of the rock.

"Be careful!" When Sun Chao was about to turn the corner, he saw a piece of stone rolling down above, and the comrades behind him hurriedly reminded.

Seeing that Luo Shi was about to hit the top of his head, Sun Chao quickly kicked, trying to escape, without thinking about sliding under his feet, his body lost his center of gravity, slipping down. At this moment, he held the vine, and his body swayed back and forth with the vine on the cliff, as if he was swinging "Qiu Qian" at the ghost door.

After a few seconds of shock, he stabilized his mind, looking for the center of gravity, finally climbed the cliff, tied the rope firmly on the thick bowl of the bowl, and then threw the other end to his comrades -in -arms after pulling and confirming it again and again. Native

The desolate and mysterious Xilong Mountain could not stop the footsteps of the officers and soldiers of the border. They climbed the mountains and penetrated the forest, and finally met with the 42nd monument at dusk the next day.

"Hurry up! The monument! The boundary monument is in front." Seeing the 42nd boundary monument engraved with the word "China", Wang Fan, who met it for the first time, was very happy. Wipe the monument, reddishness, salute ... When you swore the monument to the boundary, a sense of pride and mission came into being.

The boundary of the boundary, in the hearts of border guards.

At this time, Xilong Mountain, the sky was ink, the mottled star was looming, and the figure beside the bonfire was like the small grass swaying in the wind in the Wudi canvas. This night, the rhizomes of the grass got into the dirt.

This issue of anchor: Fang Zhaoli

Authoritative release of the southern theater

Produced: Liang Qiying Tianjun Editor: Liu Dao Fu Jiang Boxi

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