Acai's Sky

Chapter 237 Be more promising!

In the hot summer, the sun is scorching and a huge fireball hangs in the sky, as if it is going to burn the earth to a crisp.

On the Korean battlefield, a fierce battle had just ended. Captain Bao led his company to successfully defeat the enemy and quickly cleared the battlefield.

Captain Bao sat on a rock, took out a cigarette from his military backpack, lit it skillfully, and smoked it slowly, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.

"Huh~", take a breath!

His eyes fell on the soldiers who were busy dragging the enemy's bodies for burial.

At this time, Political Commissar Miao walked over and saw Captain Bao smoking. He walked over to greet him, "Old buddy, have you checked all the supplies seized this time? Have you found anything important?"

"Yeah, I've seen it!"

Captain Bao nodded, took a deep puff of cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke and said, "I've checked it, and didn't find anything particularly valuable.

However, this battle is getting more and more crazy. These enemies seem to have completely lost their minds, and some even charge forward in tears."

"Paji~"

Political Commissar Miao stepped on a nearby stone and sighed, "I've noticed too. Those enemies don't look very old. They might have been hired and are fighting just to get paid."

"United Nations Forces~"

"Ho!"

As Captain Bao spoke, he unbuttoned his uniform, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "It's really hot out here. We have to deal with these bodies as soon as possible. We can't let them rot and stink here."

He turned around and asked the person next to him: "Do we have any more of that disinfectant powder?"

"Yes!" someone answered.

At this time, Political Commissar Miao took out a rice ball from his backpack, handed it to Company Commander Bao, and said with concern: "Don't worry about it for now, eat something quickly, otherwise you will be hungry again soon. Time is running out, and we have to keep moving forward."

Captain Bao took the rice ball, took a look at it, a smile appeared on his face, and he joked: "This is not the rice ball from Tongjia Shiweifang, the taste is definitely not as good. Let's save the rations from Tongjia Shiweifang for later." After that, he took a big bite of the rice ball and began to chew.

Political Commissar Miao sat there, holding a portion of military rations and eating with gusto. At the same time, he rolled his eyes from time to time and mumbled something.

"You've really developed a good appetite. There are so many people supporting the front lines right now, but there are also quite a few black-hearted people among them.

Didn't Xu Ji say that? A lot of unscrupulous businesses in Shanghai are taking advantage of this opportunity to cause trouble. The cotton clothes they provided to our troops are all made of shoddy cotton. "As he spoke, he shook his head helplessly.

Captain Bao stood aside, looking down at his equipment, his heart filled with emotion.

He was wearing a summer military uniform, a helmet on his head, boots on his feet, and individual combat equipment on his back.

He couldn't help but admire, "You know what, these military boots are really durable. We are given two pairs every month, and they're fine even if they get wet. I mailed all the new leather boots home, and these are enough for me to use for a long time."

When Political Commissar Miao heard this, he nodded in agreement.

He told Captain Bao that this kind of military boots was specially customized by Tongjia Workshop and was made by people from West Germany.

Due to the huge demand, the Tong family was unable to complete all production tasks by themselves, so they outsourced everything.

After saying this, Political Commissar Miao lowered his head again and continued to eat his military rations.

Captain Bao packed his backpack and said, "We're going to retreat for repairs this time. We need to replenish our troops."

Political Commissar Miao nodded in agreement. "There are too many seriously injured. We must find a way to send a message to the families of the fallen soldiers."

Captain Bao sighed, "Has the division held a meeting to inquire whether the pensions can be issued in a timely manner? Many soldiers' families rely on the allowances to survive!"

Political Commissar Miao was staring at the rice ball in his hand in a daze, and only came to his senses when he heard the old friend's question.

"I've inquired. The government pays part of the pension, and the Tong family sets up a fund to fund the rest. They also arrange for the families of injured or deceased soldiers to provide a few jobs in local factories."

Captain Bao turned and looked at him. "What is the fund? Did you figure it out during the meeting?"

"I heard the general idea. The Tong Family Workshop set up a fund, the Tong family invested in the fund, and the Korean War Martyrs Pension Fund provided fund subsidies to the families of each fallen soldier..."

Captain Bao wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "You said a lot, but I didn't understand what you meant."

Political Commissar Miao stood up speechlessly, gesturing loudly and saying, "They are a public welfare organization. They invest in our large domestic enterprises and use the profits to do charity. All the sacrifices and injuries of soldiers are covered by their subsidies."

The political commissar loudly told the company commander that the disabled and sacrificed soldiers would benefit from the fund.

This attracted all the soldiers to come over and listen carefully. At first, they didn't understand as much as the company commander, but when Political Commissar Miao spoke in a loud and anxious voice, they miraculously understood.

It was a life-and-death struggle in front of the army. All the soldiers heard that they and their comrades were charging into battle, and their families behind them were properly arranged without any worries.

His face, covered in smoke and dust, was now wrinkled with wrinkles as if it were the marks left by the years, or the vicissitudes of life after countless baptisms of war.

Tears quietly slid down and dripped onto their dirty faces, but they grinned and bared their teeth, pretending to be calm and secretly listening to the political commissar's words.

Political Commissar Miao became increasingly agitated. He explained loudly, and everyone finally understood.

Everyone was silent, knowing the meaning behind this sentence.

They fight on the battlefield, regardless of life and death, isn't it to protect the motherland and the people?

Isn’t it all about keeping your family safe and living a happy life?

And now, this goal seems to be closer and more visible.

Everyone can feel a warm power surging into their hearts, a kind of touching feeling from the bottom of their hearts.

Political Commissar Miao's voice echoed on the battlefield, like the sound of nature, and like a clear spring nourishing the hearts of every soldier.

Sincere smiles bloomed on their faces, and those faces that were originally covered by smoke and dust now glowed with brilliance, looking particularly moving.

Tears rolled down their cheeks, but they were unaware of it, because at this moment, they felt endless pride and honor.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The young soldier cried while applying the medicine, muttering to himself, "I have finally earned a future for my family. We don't have to worry about it anymore. Everything will be fine!"

The old platoon leader couldn't stand it any longer, so he slapped him on the back and yelled, "You idiot, cry your ass off!"

The beaten little soldier looked at him with tears in his eyes and choked up, "I just want to cry, what's the matter?"

The old platoon leader who had assaulted him glared at him angrily and said, "Hurry up and give him the medicine. Can you please show some progress? Show some progress!"

The young soldier wiped away his tears in grievance, "I'm not going anywhere, so who says I can't cry?"

The old platoon leader, who had assaulted the man, was about to hit him again. "If you keep on being stubborn, try to be stubborn!"

The little soldier quickly dodged and said, "No, no, I'm just crying because I'm happy!"

The old platoon leader was smoking a cigarette and looking at the backpack beside him. It belonged to the old soldier who died while protecting the young soldiers around him.

He blew out a puff of smoke and said, "You should take these things back to Lao Pao'er's family someday. I heard he's a descendant of the Qing Dynasty. Bullshit, only dogs care about bloodline!"

"Crack~"

"Squeak!"

"Did you hear me? Go check on Lao Pao'er's family to see if they have any problems. Then come back and tell me!"

The little soldier, who was beaten so hard that his mouth was covered in dirt, nodded his head desperately.

"Well, I know. I will respect Brother Pao'er's parents. He's not even thirty years old... Woohoo, it's all for saving me..."

"Go away, go away, I'm annoyed when I see you crying!"