"Squad Leader Wu, let's send you New Year's goods!"
On the occasion of the Spring Festival, the originally quiet "deep mountain outpost" in the depths of the mountains became lively with the arrival of the "condolence squad" of a certain brigade of the Rocket Army.
At the beginning of the sunny day after the snow, the reporter followed the leaders of the brigade to the outpost to offer condolences. The road passed, after a night of cold wind nourished by the thick ice, the off-road vehicle was forced to stop halfway up the mountain, a group of 5 people with luggage, after several tossing and turning, finally arrived.
"We were just talking about where everyone went, the station had just snowed, and the mountain was steep and slippery. As soon as he arrived at the door, the tall Wu Jichang squad leader greeted him quickly, although he was already at the age of gray temples, his loud voice still made people feel full of energy.
The brigade not only made efforts to provide food, lodging, travel, and daily entertainment for the officers and men, but also never stopped offering condolences on traditional festivals.
In order to let the officers and men have a happy Spring Festival, the brigade solicited the opinions of the officers and men, extensively collected their needs, purchased New Year's goods for the officers and men, and assigned special personnel to "deliver goods to the door" of the small and remote scattered points.
"I have this gift in my hand for an important person today. Before leaving, Officer Zhang, who was in charge of ordering New Year's goods, received a call from Wu Jichang's squad leader, Niu Tiangang, a soldier at the outpost, was about to celebrate his 20th birthday, and it was the first time to celebrate the New Year here. The two hit it off and decided to give Niu Tiangang an exclusive "New Year's goods".
"I wish you a happy birthday, I wish you a happy birthday...... Near noon, Niu Tiangang was pulled into the dining hall by his mysterious comrades-in-arms, looking at a table of carefully prepared meals and cakes, Niu Tiangang was overjoyed.
Send blessings, make wishes, blow out candles, share cakes...... Niu Tiangang's eyes flashed with tears, "I really didn't expect everyone to remember my birthday, my heart is warm!"
"A little higher on the right, and I'll help you hold the ladder. After lunch, the condolence team and their comrades-in-arms arranged the Spring Festival atmosphere together, wrote Spring Festival couplets, pasted window flowers, and took videos...... Everyone, you and I say a word, overflowing with joy and joy.
Authors: Zhang Xinkai, Cui Zhaofan, Feng Yiqiao