According to relevant research, it is already very successful to clear away 70% of mines in a minefield during wartime.

In peaceful times, mine clearance, there is currently no unified standard in the world.

Of course, the lowest price is the best.

Take Kuwait as an example. With the help of the United Nations, they cleared mines, sweeping 1.5 million landmines and more than 300 casualties!

In other words, every 5,000 mines will be covered with the life of a mine-de-armed soldier.

Moreover, these 300 people are not ordinary people, but mine-sweeping experts recruited by the United Nations from all over the world.

If according to their proportions, our minesweeping forces will fight for it first...

Therefore, it is an absolutely important goal to strive for fewer casualties and no casualties in minesweeping.

However, it is probably difficult to truly achieve it.

To clear mines, sacrifices are required.

But there is a consensus in the army that soldiers can sacrifice but ordinary people cannot.

Before the mine-clearing operation was carried out, someone asked such a question.

If there are still missing thunders in the minefield we swept through, and the people later stepped on it and exploded, how can we explain it?

Faced with such a problem, the minesweepers of the Chinese People's Liberation Army gave such an answer—

"Hiking acceptance! Holding hands, the leader walked in front, the soldiers lined up, and walked two to three times from the minefield that had been swept through, so that the people could see it, and they felt relieved when they saw it!"

Yes, there is no such acceptance method in the world.

Absolutely original to the Chinese army!

How to reassure the people in peaceful times?

Chinese soldiers gave the answer with their lives and made a promise - I will leave first, you will leave!

The first person to raise this answer at the meeting was a soldier, a deputy political commissar of the minesweeping force. His surname was Liang and his name was Liang Shusheng.

The people present were shocked at that time.

During the war, there were heroes who rolled thunder with their bodies, but that was a last resort.

In a peaceful era, is it necessary to do this?

Someone asked questions.

"If you step on a missed mine, isn't it dangerous to do this?"

Liang Shusheng said something that was not gorgeous at all or ambition at all.

He said: "If you want to sweep mines thoroughly! This is also the requirement of the State Council and the Military Commission. If there are missed thunders, it proves that we have not done a good job and cannot be said to be thorough. Besides, the minefield thing must be handed over to the people to grow crops after sweeping. We don't rule it out and don't even dare to leave ourselves. The people dare to go back to farm? If there is a really omission, it is better to blow us than to blow the people!"

The simple words made the experts who were here who were studying mine clearance and various data statistics almost covered their mouths and ran into a corner of the conference room and burst into tears.

What else can I worry about handing over the minefield to such a soldier?

What else is there to worry about handing over national defense to such a soldier?

This is the Chinese name PLA-style handover ceremony.

The meaning contained in this is not something that can be expressed or described by one or two sentences of praise.

Just as the female reporter Wang Li looked at these officers and soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms, with a confident and fearless expression on her face, she was shocked when she walked in that minefield over and over again.

She has written countless press releases, reported on countless rituals of high-level ranks, and was full of knowledge and knowledge. Her problems were so fierce that even senior local officials were scared when they saw her.

But now, in front of this small thunder scene, the arrogant female reporter was completely impressed.

She felt that what she called "sharp" and "sharp" before was so stupid. She showed off her knowledge she learned from college and books in front of those mine-de-de-soldiers who were as simple as border markers, and looked at them with a condescending gaze.

Language can never win action.

Action is the best language to prove oneself.

The entire mine clearance scene was quiet and no one spoke.

Zhuang Yan and his teammates raised their hands and saluted.

The first secretary of the state, the leader sitting on the rostrum, was also here in person.

He couldn't sit still anymore.

Going off the stage, stride towards the minefield.

The staff around him went up to stop him, and the secretary glared at him.

The staff saw that their eyes were red.

When I wade through the minefield for the third time, the sound of firecrackers around me finally rang out.

Zhuangyan suddenly fell in a sea of ​​joy, and the surrounding border people danced, and the legsless people hugged their heads and cried.

How many years have it been?

How many years have the war passed?

They have lost everything here, but their descendants may not be like themselves.

Tears are not shed for themselves, but for the future and for their own descendants.

The corners of my eyes were so hot that my eyes were seen.

I have been in the army for more than two years, and this military career has brought me too much emotion.

In the past, the city was filled with lights and wine, and the music was singing every night, and the loyalty of the brothers who patted their chests and called brothers was so innocent and boring in the face of all these feelings that were so innocent and simple that they could not be more innocent and simple. In these actions of intertwining honors and responsibilities, overlapping missions and morals, they seemed so humble and boring, so childish and idiotic.

People!

The most valuable thing is to find the most precious thing in human nature.

The feelings of family and country, dedication and sacrifice, those things that were once so familiar but gradually drifted away from the beginning of the solemn junior high school have returned again.

He suddenly had the urge to find a place to squat down and cry secretly.

Taking a political education class for one year in the classroom is not as effective as watching it for an hour here.

"Captain, why don't we go for a walk?"

He smeared the corners of his eyes and asked Han Zizhu with a sour nose.

Han claimed that his jaw was slightly raised, and his eyes remained on the minefield.

"Soulous, do you know what a special forces are?"

He smiled and turned his head to look at his most proud disciple.

"Low, we cannot show up casually. We are ghosts and can only stand in inconspicuous corners. The cheers of victory are given to others, and what we want is recognition of ourselves."

That year, that month, that day.

In a border town in southern Yunnan Province, the handover scene of the No. 12 minefield handover was full of shock and joy.

Every person who stood on the scene and witnessed everything that day had his own thoughts and feelings.

But no one would notice that behind a large crowd of people, a team of soldiers wearing winter uniforms lined up and quietly got on a car parked in the wilderness.

The car started gently, slid into the dirt road near the minefield, and soon disappeared into the distance.

Of course, no one knows that these soldiers once dug out those deadly "gifts" of death in the minefield at the mine clearance site.

They are heroes, too.

But they are nameless.

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I seem to owe updates again...

The Navy brother in the vip hall master group sponsored five pairs of genuine genuine military boots to hold an event, the price was that I added 14 more...

Well, you won’t have to worry about too much debt, and you won’t have to worry about too much lice.
Chapter completed!