Chapter 1995 Feudal Superstition (Part 2)

As a soldier who killed the enemy in blood on the front line, Zhao Yanyan is obviously qualified to have a good rest, but many people are now unable to sleep after being beaten to death.

The top brass of the Air Force have all been informed of the initial specifications of Guo Tailai's monster plane. Mach 6.3, 45,000 meters, stealth, multiple attack methods, multiple reconnaissance methods, can be refueled in the air, the maximum range is 7,000 kilometers, domestic air defense radars can't detect it, and the Americans can't find it. It's a big killer. !

The collective emotional expression of the high-level is that they are too excited to sleep. With this thing, they can really sleep well in the future. Of course, this is not contradictory to not being able to sleep now, it is just so strange psychologically.

"Beautiful!" I didn't see the plane, only saw the picture of the plane, but everyone said it was beautiful.

It's so beautiful, although the appearance is a bit strange, but it doesn't prevent everyone from liking it from the bottom of their hearts. At first glance, it looks like a high-tech product, and it is a high-tech product as high as several floors. The key point is that this is our own, so it is definitely a good thing!

Although no performance test has been conducted, it has already experienced an actual combat. The American stealth drone was discovered, but the opponent was shot down without knowing it. According to the usual practice, a star can be drawn 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 technology more advanced than the American F22 is in our hands. This is confidence, and it is the confidence to occupy an absolute advantage in conventional weapons in addition to nuclear weapons. When necessary, it allows us not to have the confidence to swallow our breath in many things.

Things are good things, but the owner of the technology is not a fuel-efficient lamp. How should we deal with this matter? Everyone is really having a headache.

Senior sister slept for 12 hours. After getting up, she immediately gave a detailed report to her superiors. After the report, she immediately received the approval from her superiors for her previous application to become a technical officer, agreeing. After the approval, it was an order to rush to the capital with Guo Tailai immediately.

This is probably going to the capital to settle accounts, and Guo Tailai was already mentally prepared, obediently boarded the plane back to the capital with his senior sister.

"Are you worried about punishment?" Guo Tailai has been in a bad mood since yesterday, and it hasn't eased until now. The senior sister is very concerned.

"As long as you are safe and sound, I will accept any punishment." Guo Tailai leaned his head on the senior sister's shoulder, closed his eyes, and said slowly, "I just feel sorry for those sacrificed soldiers."

This time Guo Tailai collected the remains of those soldiers with his own hands. It is a completely different concept from seeing a tombstone in the martyrs cemetery. The tragic scene had a great impact on Guo Tailai, especially when several of them were his own. Guo Tailai still can't let go of the familiar friends in the base.

Although the senior sister also explained that even if he brought out the monster plane to the country, he would not use it in such a small transnational operation, but Guo Tailai always felt that he could stop all this, and he blamed himself very much.

The blood splattered and mutilated limbs of the martyrs gave Guo Tailai a great shock. Even though he had already killed hundreds of terrorists with a missile without mercy, he still couldn't face these things calmly. .

"I have faced the sacrifice of comrades-in-arms more than once." The senior sister is still trying to comfort Guo Tailai: "Sometimes I also have the same guilt. If I could have killed the enemy earlier, maybe the comrades-in-arms would not have died. Sometimes we really hate ourselves for being powerless.”

"But, fat man, believe me, this is not the reason why you have been apologizing and blaming yourself." The senior sister has really faced the sacrifice of her comrades several times, and when she said this, the expression on her face was extremely firm: "We can What I did was to take over the steel guns of the sacrificed comrades-in-arms, inherit their behest, defend the family and the country, and die without regret.”

"A hundred deaths without regret?" Guo Tailai chewed on these words, and the expression on his face seemed to be a little more relaxed.

Back in the capital, Guo Tailai was ordered to stay at home and not go out. This has already given Guo Tailai a lot of tolerance and special treatment, otherwise, even if he is not detained, he must stay in the military area honestly.

The good news is that the senior sister is also with him. Anyway, the higher-ups know that Guo Tailai really wants to leave. It is estimated that no room can restrain him. On the contrary, it is not as good as Zhao Yanyan who can restrain him alone.

"Fatty needs psychological intervention!" The senior sister reported to the higher-ups very seriously. Fatty was a bit of a dead end, and the sacrifice of his close companions made him suffer more than killing hundreds of enemies.

However, the person who came to do psychological intervention for Guo Tailai was not Sun Yuzhen, a psychiatrist in the military region they were familiar with, but Mr. Zhao. In the words of the old man, when the fat man kills the enemy, he has no psychological burden, but he blames himself very much for the sacrifice of his own people. Isn't this a typical state of mind of recruits who have just come off the battlefield? In this case, what psychiatrist can compare to a qualified political commissar? The old man definitely has a way to deal with this situation.

"Fatty, I want to ask you a few questions, you just have to answer them honestly." As soon as Mr. Zhao came, he sat down on the sofa, asked Guo Tailai to stand opposite him, and directly ordered: "Well, answer after you think about it." !"

Can Guo Tailai not cooperate? My senior sister is beside me, and Mr. Zhao is beside Zhao Xiangbei. Why don't you just nod obediently?

"Did you start the war?"

"……no!"

"With you here, wouldn't those terrorists attack us?"

"……Won't!"

"Can your plane accurately find and kill terrorists in a crowded city without harming innocent people?"

"……cannot!"

"Can your plane solve all the international problems our country encounters?"

"……cannot!"

"Your plane supported the attack on the front line this time. Do you think we can solve it by throwing an east wind?"

"……can!"

"Don't we have Dongfeng?"

"……Have!"

"Then you are so tangled up!"

"..." The fat man was speechless, what am I struggling with?

"Did those sacrificed soldiers die directly because of you?"

"……no!"

"As far as you know, has there ever been a war with zero casualties in history?"

"……No!"

"With the US military armed with powerful high-tech, has there ever been a war with zero casualties?"

"……No!"

"With the high-tech weapons you have brought out, will the soldiers of our army no longer have to sacrifice?"

"……That's impossible!"

"Do you think that the security of our country depends on you? Without you, we will perish?"

"……no!"

"It's still self-aware." After asking a series of questions, Mr. Zhao nodded in satisfaction: "You son of a recruit, you have to kick your ass a few times from the political commissar."

Guo Tailai, on the other hand, was sweating profusely from being asked a series of questions, and he answered each question seriously after careful consideration, as if the guilt in his heart seemed to be reduced a lot after answering. The senior sister hurriedly handed the fat man a glass of water and let him take a few sips slowly.

"Fatty, it's good that you have the heart." Mr. Zhao waited for Guo Tailai to slow down, and then continued to speak slowly: "But sometimes, sacrifice is unavoidable. Yanyan and his troops died when they performed their missions. How many people, you should know, right?"

Guo Tailai nodded. There are more than 200 martyrs' tombs in the martyrs' cemetery in the Northwest Base.

"Fourth, when you were in the army, how many soldiers did you see sacrificed in the army?" Mr. Zhao turned to his son Zhao Xiangbei and asked.

"Three or four hundred!" Zhao Xiangbei bowed his head and pondered for a moment before answering a number.

Guo Tailai was very surprised that Zhao Xiangbei also had such an experience?

"Fatty, do you know how many soldiers died under my command?" After asking his son, Mr. Zhao turned the topic to himself.

Mr. Zhao is a revolutionary of the older generation. He participated in the War of Resistance Against Japan, the War of Liberation, and the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. How many sacrifices did he experience? Guo Tailai dare not imagine.

"In total, there are no fewer than a few thousand people." Before Guo Tailai could speak, the old man had already answered the question: "If injuries are counted, there could be hundreds of thousands of people. Do you know? For the mission, I must send someone to take down a certain firepower point, or a certain commanding height, and I must open a breakthrough. If I give an order, our soldiers have to charge against the enemy's machine guns, human flesh against bullets, but none of them flinched."

"How many soldiers are scrambling to do such a mission to die. Do you know why? It is for the national liberation of our country, and for our children and grandchildren to stand upright and live like today. Great powers bully!"

"What did the fourth brother's comrades sacrifice for? What did Yan Yan's comrades sacrifice for? They all have the same purpose and the same spirit."

"Sometimes you think that my old man is harsh and must send all his children and grandchildren to serve as soldiers. That's because I have seen countless people send their children and grandchildren to serve as soldiers and never return. That's because I have personally ordered thousands of people to Go to fight and sacrifice. Other people’s children and grandchildren can contribute to the country, why should my children and grandchildren enjoy privileges? They should also contribute to the country!”

"Our country is defended by generations of martyrs of our ancestors with their lives. It is you, me, the fourth child, Yan Yan, thousands of laborers from all walks of life, and every patriotic people Supported, the soldiers kill the enemy on the battlefield, the masses build the motherland, each perform their own duties, and everyone does their job well. The sacrifices paid are far from a few people or generations. You can be sad or feel guilty, but you You can't live in this emotion all the time, what should you do next, do you want to understand now?"

"Understood, Grandpa!" Guo Tailai's mind echoed the words of Mr. Zhao, the records in Chinese history books, and the sacrifices of generations of Yan and Huang descendants, and he was completely cheered up: "I accept any punishment, and then do my best." Can work hard and give back to the country.”

"Yeah!" Mr. Zhao nodded in approval and said, "It's a little bit responsible."

"But." Guo Tailai looked at Mr. Zhao, and a thought suddenly came to his mind. Together with this thought, it occupied Guo Tailai's mind very violently, and he couldn't get rid of it. Guo Tailai took a deep breath, and said directly to Mr. Zhao: "Grandpa, before this, I want to do one thing, is that okay?"

"What's the matter?" Mr. Zhao asked curiously, and Zhao Xiangbei and Zhao Yanyan next to him were equally curious.

"Although it is 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?"