Flames witness the glory of years The bugler is in position, the missile stands up and the sword points to the blue sky. Then, the missile spits out flames, such as thunder, stabs into the sky, and accurately hits the target... How many times, this moment always makes people passionate and powerful. Because it condenses the spiritual power of continuous inheritance, and brings together the youth and splendor jointly held up by generations of officers and soldiers. In this issue of soldiers' faces, let's focus on the four first-class sergeants of the rocket army who have just retired. Even though the years have passed, the spirit they left behind and the legends they wrote are enough to make people respect. The moving details before saying goodbye to the barracks, just like the flames for which they have been surging for countless times, now emit the glory of the years and condense the rich military life implications of the veterans. —— Editor A dazzling flag ■ Duan wanwan [name card] Fu Zhang Jian, a first-class sergeant of a brigade of the rocket army, has won the third class merit twice and participated in the National Day parade twice. Just after dawn, the camp was silent. The light blue sky was studded with a few sparse stars. At this time, Fu Zhang Jian was sleepless. He gently got out of bed, closed the dormitory door and walked to the camp. "Monitor Fu, get up so early again!" When the sentry heard the movement, he turned around and saw the figure walking down the railing. Fu Zhang Jian nodded and slowed down. Parting is coming. He wants to see more of this place where he has spent many years of youth and sweat. In front of the barracks, a banyan tree named "hope tree" was luxuriant and green. Occasionally, a breeze blew and rustled. Walking slowly around the big tree, a flag of "missile launch pioneer battalion" was flying in the wind. In his 14th year as a soldier, Fu ZhangJian's battalion was awarded the honorary title of "missile launching pioneer battalion" by his superiors. At that time, he also stood in the present place and looked up at the battalion that had fought with his comrades in arms for many years and hung such a dazzling flag. He felt his blood boiling and his eyes filled with tears. In a twinkling of an eye, more than 10 years have passed. The "hope tree" planted when it was first named has now become a scenery in the military camp. As winter goes by and spring comes, the "hope tree" grows higher and higher, and the pioneer camp "runs faster and faster", but he is about to leave... Fu Zhangjian looks around at every plant and tree in the camp, muttering softly and feeling. Fu Zhang Jian was the first soldier of the "missile launch pioneer battalion" and the operator of the brigade to launch the first missile. At that time, the brigade had just been established, with no facilities, no teaching materials and no equipment. Fu Zhang Jian and his comrades in arms are busy day and night in order to learn their profession well and achieve the breakthrough of "zero" missile launch as soon as possible. In less than three months, they compiled 1.5 million words of specialized teaching materials and three sets of rules for the use of weapons, and obtained a missile operation certificate. Work with certificates and only wait for actual combat inspection. That year, an order from the higher authorities came out of the blue to organize a type test launch at the right time. This launch is of great significance - it is not only a shaped bomb, but also the first bomb at the beginning of the establishment of the brigade. On the day of launch, as soon as night fell, Fu Zhangjian drove the launch vehicle to quickly occupy the launch site. The“ × No., start the main power! " The“ × No. 1, erect the missile! " The commands rang out in the depths of the desert. Under the starry sky, the soldiers' figures are like trees rooted in the desert. At zero, a thunderbolt tore through the sky, and the dark green missile dragged a long tail flame and pierced the sky. At that moment, the desert in the early morning sent out a myriad of lights, shining camel thorns hundreds of meters away. After technical testing, the brigade launched the missile for the first time and achieved the best result since its development. Suddenly, Fu Zhangjian remembered the earnest instruction of the leader when launching the first missile: "the first launch unit should carry forward the spirit of the old hen laying eggs and hatching chicks!" Fu Zhang Jian knew that the chicks he had hatched had grown up, and the spirit of hatching chicks was being passed down from generation to generation. Just like this big tree in front of us, it has always been strong and stronger despite the wind and rain. Accompanied by a clear whistle, the "sword sharpening building" standing in the valley suddenly became active. Watching the young comrades in arms who quickly gathered in the assembly post, Fu Zhang Jian's original fluctuating mood calmed down. The sun shines down through the flourishing branches and leaves of the "hope tree" and hits him on the shoulder. The rank of first-class Sergeant commander and the hunting flag complement each other, and they all wear bright lights under the sun. Precious drill bit ■ weiyulin zhouxiaoxing [name card] Wang Jianya, a first-class Sergeant chief of a brigade of the rocket army, was awarded the second-class merit once and the third-class merit once. In 2006, he won the second prize of the PLA noncommissioned officer excellent talent award. The light was dim, cold and damp. When entering the tunnel in the mountain, it seemed as if the first-class Sergeant Wang Jianya came from day to night in an instant. Listening to the roar of the jumbo at the heading face and the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air after the blasting, he suddenly felt a kind of regret he had never felt before. The weather in the tunnel is always the same, the sun can never shine in, there is no wind and rain, and there is no change in the four seasons. Wang Jianya never thought he would fall in love with it at first. As planned, the "farewell to the tunnel" ceremony for retired veterans will begin at 3 p.m. However, Wang Jianya came to the tunnel ahead of time because he was worried about the construction of the crushing zone. "Xiaohua, is there no problem with the broken belt?" In fact, his apprentice wuxiaohua has long been the backbone of trolley operation, but Wang Jianya is still worried. "Don't worry, master, I've been staring at you!" Wuxiaohua answered confidently. Wang Jianya nodded and took a small drill out of his pocket. "It's yours!" Leaving a construction souvenir for his comrades in arms is a tradition that the unit veterans have adhered to for many years when saying goodbye to the tunnel. This small but extremely precious drill bit has been carefully preserved by Wang Jianya for 30 years. "Xiao Wang, the drill bit can be changed!" One night 30 years ago, the piercing sound of drilling came to an abrupt end at the rocky construction face. Wang Jianya, a new recruit who just "left the army", unscrewed this bit, which was hot. "In the future, you can operate independently. This drill bit is well preserved, which is of great commemorative significance. Our engineers should be like a drill bit. No matter what difficulties ahead, they can only advance all the time if they keep driving!" Wang Jianya still remembers the instruction of monitor yujilin. At that time, there were very few modern engineering equipment, and most of them were manual operations. Wangjianya and the squad leader went through the rock and chiseled the wall with a pneumatic drill for more than ten hours. The sound of the air drill bit rubbing against the rock became a lingering memory in his mind. "Pneumatic drill class, stop! Come and see the new guy!" A shout from the battalion commander stopped Wang Jianya, who was concentrating on playing pneumatic drills. He wiped the muddy water on his face and looked at the rock drilling jumbo standing in the tunnel with wide eyes. The battalion commander said that the "big guy" could drill the steel arm into the rock stratum with a simple push of the handle, and his combat effectiveness was stronger than that of several air drill teams combined. "Who wants to learn?" The battalion commander's eyes swept through the crowd, and Wang Jianya's heart leaped. He turned to look at the monitor and found that the monitor was also looking at him, his eyes burning. "Advance like a drill!" Wangjianya no longer hesitated and raised his shaking hand due to the long-time operation of the pneumatic drill. With the expectation of the monitor, Wang Jianya left the mountains and began systematic learning. After understanding the structure of the rock drilling jumbo, he found that the challenge was still ahead. Complicated lines, colorful indicator lights, and thick English instructions... Made him a little breathless. Wangjianya simply laid a floor in the workshop. From memorizing theory to following the post, he tried his best to learn, and finally became the first student who passed the examination and was qualified for the post. After returning to the work area, he experienced hundreds of times of excavation blasting, and learned the hard skills of repeatedly playing the "smooth blasting section" and overcoming adverse geology. 30 years is so long and so short. Suddenly, Wang Jianya felt like a drill bit, trying to dig deep in the mountains. He witnessed the rapid evolution of manual construction, mechanical construction and intelligent construction. Although the drill bit was worn out, the spirit of advancing like a drill bit is still extending. The ceremony began immediately. Wang Jianya walked out of the tunnel. Blinking his eyes to adapt to the sun, he took a look at the tunnel behind him. He strode forward Stellera chamaejasme blooms in the wasteland ■ Huang Wuxing, Li Rui [name card] wangshiheng, a first-class Sergeant chief of a brigade of the rocket army, has successively won the second-class merit once and the third-class merit three times. In 2010, he won the first prize of the PLA noncommissioned officer excellent talent award. Clusters of Stellera chamaejasme flowers grow in a certain place in the northwest of China. When they are in full bloom, they are pink and beautiful. When he first joined the army, wangsiheng once looked at the wasteland with sparse vegetation and was puzzled by the blooming of such flowers. It was not until he saw the roots of Stellera chamaejasme, which were exceptionally developed tuber roots, that he understood the reason. "They put their roots deep into the ground and tenaciously released the power of life. How like soldiers!" Wangsiheng sighed with emotion, and his respect came naturally. The frontier was bitter and cold. The wind with sand and stones was like a piece of sandpaper, polishing the veteran from head to toe. Wang Siheng's face was black and thin, his lips chapped, and his eyes were deeply sunken. Over the past 30 years, the military uniform and quilt cover have faded, but years of sand and wind have made the veteran's original heart more firm. At the beginning, Wang Siheng vowed to take root like the Stellera chamaejasme on the wasteland and strive for a wonderful military life. He has never stopped moving forward in the 30 years since he became a recruit, a professional backbone of missile testing, and a "soldier expert". "With monitor Wang at the launch site, we have more confidence." In the test company, this was the highest evaluation given to wangshiheng by officers and soldiers. When he participated in the live firing for the last time before his retirement, wangshiheng never left his testing post for a moment. Weixulong, a senior soldier who was distressed by the old squad leader, said: "after so long, the data has been within the specified range. It's almost time for you to have a rest." "Almost? Almost how much?" What wangsiheng couldn't hear most was "almost". "The slightest mistake can lead to a thousand li of fallacies". Missile testing must be carried out with caution. Weixulong, who was badly hurt, walked away, leaving Wang Siheng alone in the huge test room. In the long silent night, wangsiheng stroked the dark green bullet, as gentle as touching his own child. Just as everyone was waiting anxiously, the company commander said that the notification had come down - the live firing hit the best accuracy in the history of this type of missile launch. "You did a good job. Now go and have a rest!" The company commander, who has always been serious, is no longer stingy in praising the soldiers. What a familiar affirmation! Wangsiheng remembered this sentence. He had heard it from donglibin, the chief designer of the platform. That year, he spent four months writing a research report on the use of a certain device. In the report, he improved the use method of the equipment, theoretically enabling the whole profession to complete the detection of a certain type of missile several hours in advance, so as to improve the overall combat effectiveness. With the support of donglibin, the young wangsiheng boldly went to the battalion Party committee, and then went to the brigade Party committee with the support of the battalion Party committee. The missile test moved the whole body. Under the requirement of "nothing is wrong", wangshiheng ate and lived in the test room for more than one month. When it came to tackling key problems, he led the team members to work 24 hours a day. The team completes the test process according to the new method, and