Chapter 997: Feudal Superstition (Part 2)

As a soldier on the front line, Zhao Yanyan is clearly qualified to take a good rest, but many people are now unable to sleep because of death.
Several senior officials of the Air Force have all learned the initial indicators of Guo Tailai's monster aircraft. Mach 6.3, 45,000 kilometers, stealth, multiple attack methods, multiple reconnaissance methods, can refuel in the air, the maximum range is 7,000 kilometers, the domestic air defense radar can not be found, the Americans have not found it, the killer !
The collective emotional performance of the high-level is agitated and can't sleep. With this thing, I can really sleep well in the future. Of course, this is not inconsistent with not being able to fall asleep now. It is so strange psychologically.
"Pretty!" I didn't see the plane, I only saw the pictures of the plane, but everyone said it was beautiful.
It's so beautiful, although it looks a bit strange, it doesn't prevent everyone from thinking it. At first glance, it is a high-tech product, and it is still a few floors of high-tech. The key point is that this is your own. That is definitely a good thing!
Although no performance test has been conducted, it has gone through a real battle and discovered the stealth drone of the Americans, but the other party was shot down without knowing it. Conventionally, a star can be depicted on this aircraft. Whether it is attacking personnel or attacking ground targets and air targets, there are actual combat cases, which shows that the technology is mature enough.
what does this mean? This means that more advanced technology than the American F22 is in our hands. This is the foundation for holding an absolute advantage over conventional weapons in addition to nuclear weapons. When necessary, it can make us feel confident without swallowing on many things.
Things are good things, but the holder of the technology is not a fuel-efficient lamp. How should I deal with this matter? Everyone has a headache.
The elder sister slept for twelve hours and immediately gave a detailed report to her superiors. After receiving the report, she immediately received the superior's reply to her previous application as a technical officer and agreed. After the reply was an order to immediately rush to Beijing with Guo Tailai.
This is estimated to be going to the capital to settle the accounts. Guo Tailai had already been psychologically prepared and obediently boarded the plane back to Beijing with his sister.
"Are you worried about the punishment?" Guo Tailai's mood has not been very good since yesterday, and it hasn't eased up to now, and the sister is very concerned.
"As long as you are safe and sound, I will recognize any punishment." Guo Tailai leaned her head on Sister's shoulders, closed her eyes, and slowly said: "I just feel that I am sorry for those sacrificed soldiers."
This time Guo Tailai personally collected the remains of those soldiers. That is a completely different concept from seeing a tombstone tomb in the Martyr Cemetery. The tragic scene caused a great impact on Guo Tailai, especially a few of them were themselves The friends in the base who are very familiar with this have made Guo Tailai unable to relieve him.
Although the elder sister also explained that even if he took out the monster plane to the country, it would not be used in such small multinational operations, but Guo Tailai always felt that he could stop all this, and he was very blamed.
The splatters of blood and the broken limbs of the martyrs gave Guo Tailai great shock. Even if he was already murderous, he could solve hundreds of terrorists with one missile without mercy, but he could not calmly face these. .
"I have faced the sacrifice of my comrades more than once." Sister Sister is still trying to comfort Guo Tailai: "Sometimes I will have the same guilt. If I could kill the enemy as soon as I clicked, maybe the comrade would not die. Sometimes we really hate our own powerlessness."
"But fat man, believe me, this is not the reason why you have always been guilty and have blamed yourself." Sister Sister really faced the sacrifices of several comrades in arms, and the expression on her face was also extremely firm when she said: "We can What he did was to take over the steel guns that sacrificed his comrades-in-arms, inherit their will, protect their country and protect the country, and die without regret."
"Do you not regret a hundred deaths?" Guo Tailai chewed these words, and the expression on his face seemed to be more relaxed.
Back in the capital, Guo Tailai was ordered to stay at home not to go out. This has given Guo Tailai great tolerance and special treatment, otherwise, even if he is not detained, he has to stay honestly in the military area.
The good news is that the elder sister is also with him. Anyway, I also know that Guo Tailai really wants to leave. It is estimated that no room can shut him. On the contrary, it is not as good as Zhao Yanyan to restrain him alone.
"The fat man needs psychological intervention!" The elder sister seriously reported to the above. The fat man was a little bit horny, and the sacrifice of his close companion caused him to be more impacted than killing hundreds of enemies.
However, it wasn’t Sun Yuzhen, the military psychiatrist who was familiar with the two, who came to do psychological intervention for Guo Tai, but Mr. Zhao. In the words of the old man, the fat man had no psychological burden when he killed the enemy, but he was very self-blamed in the face of his own sacrifice. Isn't this the typical mentality of the new recruits who just came off the battlefield? In this case, what kind of psychologist can compare with a qualified political commissar? The old man has absolutely one way to deal with this situation.
"Fat man, ask you a few questions, you just have to answer honestly." When Grandpa Zhao came, he sat on the sofa and asked Guo Tailai to stand across from him, and directly commanded: "Well, I'll answer after I think of it. !"
Can Guo Tailai not cooperate? My sister is beside me, and Mr. Zhao is surrounded by Zhao Xiangbei. Isn't he nodding?
"Did you pick up the war?"
"...No!"
"With you, aren't those terrorists going to fight us?"
"……will not!"
"Can your plane find terrorists in a crowded city and kill them innocently?"
"...No!"
"Can your plane solve all international problems encountered by our country?"
"...No!"
"Your plane supported this frontline attack this time, do you think we can solve it by throwing a Dongfeng in the past?"
"……can!"
"Don't we have Dongfeng?"
"……Have!"
"Then you tangled a fart!"
"..." The fat man was speechless, what am I tangling?
"Are the sacrificed warriors sacrificed directly for your reasons?"
"...No!"
"As far as you know, has there been a war with zero casualties in history?"
"……No!"
"Did the US military armed with powerful high technology have a war with zero casualties?"
"……No!"
"With the high-tech weapons you brought out, will there be no sacrifices for the soldiers of our troops in the future?"
"……That's impossible!"
"Do you think that the security of our country depends on you? We will die without you?"
"...No!"
"It's still self-knowledge." Mr. Zhao asked a series of questions, and then nodded with satisfaction: "The recruits' eggs, the political commissar must kick a few ass."
Guo Tailai was drowned with a series of questions, and each question was carefully answered by him after consideration. It seemed that there was a lot less guilt in his heart after answering. The sister hurriedly handed the fat man a glass of water and let him drink slowly.
"Fat man, you have this kind of heart, which is good." Master Zhao waited for Guo Tai to slow down, and then continued slowly: "But sometimes, sacrifice is inevitable. Yan Yan sacrificed their troops to perform the task. How many people should you know?"
Guo Tailai nodded. There are more than 200 martyrs tombs in the martyrs' cemetery at the northwest base.
"Fourth, when you were in the army, how many soldiers have you sacrificed in the army?" Old Master Zhao turned to his son Zhao Xiangbei and asked.
"Three or four hundred!" Zhao Xiangbei bowed his head and pondered a number, then answered a number.
Guo Tailai was very surprised. Zhao Xiangbei even had such an experience?
"Fat man, do you know how many soldiers died under my command?" After asking his son, Grandpa Zhao turned the subject to himself.
Grandpa Zhao is an older generation of revolutionaries. He has participated in the War of Resistance Against Japan, the War of Liberation, and the North Korea. How many sacrifices have he experienced? Guo Tailai did not dare to imagine.
"Total before and after, no fewer than a few thousand people." Before Guo Tai said, the old man had already answered this question actively: "If the injury is counted, there can be more than 100,000 people. Do you know? There are several times, they are all mortal. Mission, I have to send someone to take a certain firepower point, or a commanding height, I have to open a breakthrough, I order, our soldiers have to shoot the enemy's machine gun at the charge, human flesh and bullets, but they are not alone Flinched."
"How many soldiers are rushing to do this mission, do you know why? It is for the national liberation of our country, for our children and grandchildren to stand upright and live like today Powers bully!"
"What did the oldest comrades sacrifice for? What did Yan Yan's comrades sacrifice for? All have the same purpose and the same spirit."
"You sometimes feel that my old man is harsh and must send all my children and grandchildren to serve as soldiers. That's because I have seen countless people send their children and grandchildren to serve as soldiers. Go to battle to sacrifice. The children and grandchildren of others can contribute to the country. Why should my children and grandchildren enjoy privileges? They should also contribute to the country!"
"Our country is maintained by our ancestors generation after generation of martyrs who used their lives to protect you, me, the fourth elder, Yan Yan, tens of thousands of workers in all walks of life, and every patriotic people. Supported, the soldiers kill the enemy on the battlefield, the masses build the motherland, do their duties, and everyone does their own job. This sacrifice is far from a few people or generations, you can be sad and guilty, but you I can’t live in this mood all the time, what should I do next, do you want to understand now?"
"I want to understand, Grandpa!" Guo Tailai echoed the words of Grandpa Zhao in his mind, echoing the records in the Chinese history book, echoing the sacrifices of Yanhuang's grandchildren, and cheering them up completely: "I accept any punishment, and then do my best Can work hard and reward the country."
"Well!" Mr. Zhao nodded and applauded: "It's still a bit of a responsibility."
"However." Guo Tailai looked at Mr. Zhao, a thought suddenly appeared in his heart. Together, these thoughts occupied Guo Tailai's mind very violently. He lingered. Guo Tailai took a deep breath and said directly to Grandpa Zhao: "Grandpa, before this, I want to do something, is it okay?"
"What is it?" Zhao asked curiously, and Zhao Xiangbei and Zhao Yanyan were equally curious.
"Although it's a bit feudal and superstitious." Guo Tailai asked seriously: "But, can you allow me to put incense on the monument to the People's Heroes?"