In a mountain in the northwest, the transmitter of the communication squadron of a brigade of the air force radar in the western theater is located here. The station is small and covers less than 3 basketball courts. However, Zeng Dongpeng, the current head of the station and first class staff sergeant, thought that the station was very big, very big. Because there is a silent record of the soldiers' perseverance and their unrepentant youth. In the early winter morning, the sun shines on the mountain top. Zeng Dongpeng got up and cleaned up and began to water the pots of green plants. He sprayed the leaves thoroughly, dried them with a rag and then moved them to the windowsill. Seeing the green plants bathed in sunshine, Zeng Dongpeng's sense of happiness grew fainter and fainter. Due to the shortage of recruits in the lower company, this "domineering" Hunan lad applied to come to a station with more difficult conditions. When he first arrived at the station, he was used to the humid climate in the south, so he received a special "greeting gift": he was thirsty in the middle of the night, and was ready to get up to find water to drink. When he touched the pillow, his hands were a little sticky. When he turned on the flashlight, he knew that it was nosebleed that had flowed onto the pillow. "If you can't adapt to the weather in the northwest, you can't adapt to the day of guarding the mountain." Now when new recruits arrive at the station, they often talk about their own personal experience. The experience of "nosebleed" always made him laugh bitterly when he talked about it. That year, the higher authorities renovated the barracks for the station. During this period, Zeng Dongpeng and his comrades in arms stayed in temporary tents. In winter, the weather is cold and the tent is not effective in keeping warm. After getting up overnight, the soldiers' ears and hands suddenly got frostbite. "The food will also freeze." Later, they came up with a way to put the dishes next to the boiler and "bake" them like people. The most difficult thing is the endless loneliness. This mountain is not high, but it is far away from people. Slowly, it seems that there is nothing new here. A few soldiers have nothing to say while chatting. They have a tacit silence. Soon after arriving at the station, Zeng Dongpeng was also impatient with the urge to go downhill. Seeing his mind, Shan Lujun, the then Taiwan President, simply led him to "Shout Mountain". They stood together on the top of the mountain, shouting loudly. "Hello, can anyone hear me?" Only echoes came back to their ears. "Would you like a hamburger?" "Give me some." After calling out the mountain, the old Taiwan president shared his heart journey with Zeng Dongpeng. Hearing the story of the veterans' perseverance, Zeng Dongpeng fell into deep thought. At that time, it was spring. A ray of sunlight swept over the mountain top and caressed his face. Looking far away, the mountains are still bare, but Zeng Dongpeng's heart is changing quietly and gradually "warming up". That night, he wrote down such words on his notebook: Learn to shake hands and embrace loneliness and stand on the mountain top. "Don't stand in the stands. It's usually quiet. You must be alert at all times. The battle is likely to start in the next second!" For combat readiness tasks, the station soldiers always keep a high degree of vigilance. "There is a problem with the radio station here. Please cooperate with us to quickly find out the cause!" One night, the duty officer of the brigade command post made an emergency call. Without saying a word, Zeng Dongpeng, who was on duty, first checked a certain type of radio station, found that all parameters were normal, and then focused on the building