Chapter 936: The Style of Blood-Stained

"Wang Yan! Hahaha..."

Like the old leader, Wang Yan returned to the Art Troupe's station in Mencius after a long absence and received a warm welcome from Political Commissar Ning Shan. Although it had only been a month, because of the war, looking back, it really felt like a long absence.

"Returned from battle, reporting to the Political Commissar!" Wang Yan stood at attention with a *click*, raised his hand and saluted.

"Good, good, hahaha..."

Ning Shan laughed loudly, pulled Wang Yan to sit on the sofa, and poured tea diligently, "You kid was fighting a war in the front, and I was hearing news every day in the back. No one expected you to be so fierce on the battlefield, worthy of being called a hero with great battle merits."

"Too modest, Political Commissar, it was fought with lives; it's not 'worthy of being called,' it is battle merits."

"Did you say that to the leader too?"

"That's a must. I took a company of soldiers out, and after all the casualties along the way, only forty-six were left with me at the end, and everyone was wounded. This is not the time to be modest."

This combat reduction was already quite good. After all, he was a spearhead, charging in front every time, and even infiltrating behind enemy lines, bearing even greater pressure. Being able to have nearly half of the soldiers follow to the end after fighting all the way already showed their powerful combat effectiveness.

Of course, the other seventy or so people were definitely not all dead; a considerable number survived. Before returning, Wang Yan specifically went to the hospital in the rear, found the company commander who had come down at the beginning of the war, and also found other soldiers who were boasting. However, the personnel were not all seen, and the places where the soldiers were placed were also different, and the information had not been counted yet.

This reflected the benefits of the information age, which is real-time synchronization tracking people, and can grasp all information at any time. The road to a strong army is long and arduous.

Ning Shan looked at Wang Yan's clean clothes, looked him up and down, and asked: "You were injured too?"

"Fighting a war, how could I not be injured?" Wang Yan waved his hand with a smile, "Just grazed by a bullet on the arm, took away a bit of flesh, and will leave a big scar later." Wang Yan patted the outside of his right arm.

How could he not be injured in a war? He was a human after all, and hadn't reached the speed of hundreds of meters per second. He could indeed dodge a small amount of bullets by relying on his spiritual sense. Dodging a large number of bullets was partly spiritual sense, partly body technique, partly experience, and partly his courage. If he wanted to truly dodge bullets, rather than pre-judgment based on spiritual sense, he would need to have the same speed as the bullets, which obviously wasn't possible.

"Just grazed on the arm?" Ning Shan asked in surprise.

"Good luck."

"Luck is also strength. Look at me, if it weren't for good luck, I would have been gone long ago." Ning Shan lifted his clothes, revealing the ferocious wound on his side abdomen, "You kid is amazing, everyone says you are a god of war."

They didn't talk much about the injury. For soldiers, it was not easy to survive the battlefield. After that, being able to take care of one's own shit and piss was a hurdle, being whole was another hurdle, and as for having a scar from two shots, that was really too small to mention.

"Beijing even said I wasn't Wang Dapao, but changed to Wang Pillar." Wang Yan smiled and drank tea.

"You are indeed a pillar. When the Military Commission finishes the post-war statistics and holds the commendation meeting, you kid will definitely be a special combat hero, and have a special merit. Let's put it this way, one battle paved a road to the blue clouds."

"Awareness is too low." Wang Yan looked disgusted, "What blue clouds? A soldier's mission is to defend the country with his life, fight, and win battles. As for the things behind, that's the Party, the country, and the people not forgetting the sacrifice and dedication of the soldiers."

"Get lost!"

Ning Shan laughed and cursed, "Alright, seeing you return whole and having made such great merits, I can rest assured. Get lost, have a good rest."

"Are Old Liao and the others in the regiment?"

"How come, have you gained insights from fighting?"

"Wrote it out in the last two days."

"The big rehearsal room is rehearsing new programs. This song of yours comes just in time. The leader requires art troupes at all levels to create actively, and a grand tour is about to start. You have done a great favor to our troupe. Go quickly."

Ning Shan laughed loudly again; having such a soldier under his command was really a beautiful thing, both face-saving and meritorious...

Wang Yan's equipment now was the same as his equipment during the war. The leader opened a note, and except for grenades, all the equipment was given to him. Of course, it wasn't that the leader didn't give him grenades, but he didn't want them. He just took the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle he used, as well as the Type 54 pistol, and over two hundred rounds of ammunition.

In this era, guns hadn't been banned yet, and there was an overall three-tier system of main combat troops, reserve forces, and militia units. At this time, it could be called "everyone is a soldier." It might not be felt in the city, and the feeling in the inland areas was relatively poor, but at the border, everyone basically had a gun. Some big girls weren't as tall as the rifles with bayonets, but they were also full of spirit.

So Wang Yan getting two guns wasn't a problem, especially since the leader approved the note. In fact, one could buy guns in some specialty stores now, so there was no big problem.

Wang Yan didn't have any other thoughts; he only went to the battlefield this once, so he kept it as a souvenir, planning to put the gun in the house as a decoration later...

When he entered the rehearsal room fully armed, people weren't surprised. As early as when Wang Yan went to report to Ning Shan, someone had seen his figure, and the news had already spread in a very short time, so people weren't surprised, but seeing him really appear in front of them, they still couldn't hide their amazement.

Without other reasons, it was because Wang Yan was still the same as when he left.

That day, they remembered very clearly. It was in this Art Troupe station in Mencius, when they were taking a rare rest because the situation was tense—they only knew later that they were making final preparations for the war at that time—it was February 15th.

Early in the morning, Wang Yan had already set off fully armed with a backpack and a firm face. No one knew Wang Yan voluntarily applied to participate in the war; they only thought his program was good and he was going to encourage the soldiers. Later they knew Wang Yan went to participate in the war, and then news came every day, all saying Wang Yan made merits.

As a result, seeing Wang Yan who had returned after fighting a war for a month, he had no changes, and thinking of those dangers he heard about, the conflict was really too big.

This damn thing was going to fight a war?

Wang Yan responded to everyone's greetings with a smile, and after a lively period, he finally got time to communicate with Old Liao.

"This is a newly written song, it still needs to be iron-blooded and impassioned, with emotion, but not too soft."

"Style of Blood-Stained..." Old Liao scanned the score roughly and asked with a smile, "You had time to think about songs while fighting a war on the front line?"

"I retreated to the country on the 14th, and it's been half a month now, so I don't need to think about it on the battlefield anymore. Wrote it in three days. Alright, you get busy, I'm going back to tidy up."

"Good, you have a good rest. Those of us in the rear have all heard about the great merits you made. Bullets whizzing, cannons booming, it must not have been easy. You have a good rest."

"Full of smooth talk..." Wang Yan shook his head with amusement, nodded to others, especially Fang Hongmin who was excited, and turned to leave...

Responding to everyone's enthusiastic greetings along the way, Wang Yan returned to his single dormitory. The door was open, he wasn't surprised, and walking in, he saw Liu Feng sitting on a stool flipping through a book.

Because Wang Yan left for a long time every time, he gave the dormitory key to Liu Feng, who asked to help wipe the dust and so on. In his words, there wasn't much he could do to repay Wang Yan, so he did what he could.

"Wang Yan, you're finally back." Liu Feng stepped forward happily, grabbing Wang Yan's arms with both hands.

Noticing Wang Yan smiling and frowning, he hurriedly let go, concerned, "Are you injured?"

"Fighting a war, how could I not be injured? It's no big deal, just got shot in the arm." Wang Yan waved his hand with a smile, starting to remove his equipment, "How about you?"

"Still the same. Although when fighting, we also went to the rear to perform, but you also know my waist is not good, so there was basically no work for me, just running around everywhere. Later, the field hospital was short of manpower, and I went to help. The soldiers are really not easy... Xiaoping is also very good, it's just that she has been working hard taking care of the child alone at home this month..."

Liu Feng was still the same, sitting there rambling, and after rambling for a while, he turned to say, "Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi were very worried about you. They sent a telegram on the day the war started, but you didn't reply, so they called Xiaoping long-distance. Xiaoping thought you had told them before, so she said you voluntarily applied to participate in the war.

Since the 16th of last month, there has been a telegram every day here, and there is also a person named Ding Lin who sent several telegrams. They are all here; you should hurry up and call them back, they are all very worried about you. You returned on March 16th, why did you only return to our troupe in April?"

He looked at Wang Yan's arm wrapped in gauze, but didn't show too much. He had been to the hospital and seen the scenes, of course, and after fighting so many battles and making so many merits, just getting shot in the arm, he also thought it wasn't worth mentioning.

"After returning to the rear, I got a haircut, took a bath, and treated my wounds. I also went to the hospital to visit the injured soldiers under my command. I also washed the photos taken on the battlefield and organized them. I participated in several summary meetings of our army, talked to the leaders about the gains and losses of this battle, and wrote a detailed combat report. My merits don't matter, but the soldiers under me can't be shortchanged.

Oh, there's one more thing. Didn't I lead the soldiers to destroy the Vietnamese monkeys' regimental headquarters? At that time... later this monkey regiment commander protested to our leader, and the leader criticized me severely and asked me to make a profound self-criticism. Originally, he asked me to write ten thousand words, but later I couldn't stop, and wrote over thirty thousand words..."

Wang Yan also rambled to Liu Feng about some things in the past half month, giving a positive feedback.

The combat report he mentioned was submitted to the political work department to verify the battlefield situation. In other words, it was an accurate summary of his own and the entire company's merits, including the combat process.

His combat report was very long, and it could be published as a book alone. He wrote 230,000 words, highlighting a detailed account. He explained in detail according to every combat mission assigned to them by the higher-ups, including other units involved, and the artillery that appeared the most. He recorded in detail what he saw, and what he asked from other soldiers' mouths during chats after every battle, the performance of every soldier in every battle.

He really tried his best.

The statistics of battle merits in ancient wars were either cutting off heads or cutting off ears, and even then, there were various cases of killing the innocent to claim credit. Modern wars naturally have no way to measure accurately. Bullets are flying, who knows which bullet killed which one? So the overall assessment is determined by the completion of combat missions by combat units at all levels.

When clearing the battlefield during the war, there were political work personnel recording, and soldiers had to write reports after the war, explaining in detail, verifying each other, considering from all aspects, and evaluating—this is a very complicated process.

The performance of the soldiers under Wang Yan was indeed quite good, so he naturally wrote as detailed as possible.

As for the self-criticism of beating prisoners, the heading was self-criticism, but he actually wrote the combat process of capturing prisoners, and talked about principles, without saying he was wrong, just fooling around...

"You're bullying me for not having been to the battlefield, but I just said I helped in the field hospital, and it wasn't as easy as you said; it was all fought with lives. But you are really amazing. You don't know, when the regiment first knew you participated in the war, there were some idle gossip, saying you were looking for death and so on. After hearing that you became an acting company commander and fought more and more fiercely, it really dropped everyone's jaws."

"I say it's easy, but it's hard when you really fight. Before the war started, the company under me was full, and only forty-six followed to the end, everyone injured. I don't know if my communications soldier was lucky or unlucky; both ears were broken."

Thinking of Xiao Liang's appearance, Wang Yan shook his head with a smile.

"That must be good luck; both ears were broken, but he didn't become deaf, at least he saved his life, not bad." Liu Feng shook his head and sighed, "When you went to the hospital later, the situation was much better. I tell you, when I went..."

Liu Feng, who had changed his fate, sighed to Wang Yan about what he saw in the hospital, full of emotion.

A normal people's hospital would be annoying to walk around in, not to mention a field hospital receiving soldiers who were fighting for their lives. It was normal for Liu Feng to have some feelings. Of course, he didn't know that if it weren't for the Wang Mouren who was listening to his rambling with a smile, he would be lying in the hospital.

While Liu Feng was rambling, Wang Yan also finished packing his things, untied the gauze wrapped around his arm to look at the wound, and then threw the gauze aside, saying: "Go to your house to have a good meal tonight, I'll go over to cook in the afternoon, and we'll have a good drink. I'll take a bath first, then wash my clothes, you go do whatever you want."

"Then you're injured, don't you have to go to the black market to buy things? Shall I help you carry things?"

"Went to the hospital for nothing, is this injury called an injury?"

"Then shall I scrub your back?"

"Hurry up and go."

Liu Feng didn't talk much nonsense and got up to leave.

Wang Yan flipped through the telegrams sent to him. Of course, there was no substantial content, very short, mostly "reply as soon as you return," urging him to make a phone call to report safety. Including the anonymous "Ding Lin" Lin Dingding, it was about the same meaning.

Obviously, because of the need for confidentiality, Lin Dingding didn't want people in the Art Troupe to know; if she didn't want to die with Wang Yan, it would cause her a lot of trouble. Just like Wang Yan never wrote to Lin Dingding, not leaving any solid evidence, so as not to be played by this little enchantress. This belonged to her coming up to him, which couldn't be blamed on Wang Yan, and he was quite innocent. Including Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi, they all came up to him themselves.

He had never been active, never refused, never easily promised, but was a responsible man.

For the bastard in the mouths of women, he really had rich experience. But living in the world for a long time, he knew a lot about the depth, and when this became a habit, it became an addiction he didn't want to quit, really involuntarily, and he didn't want to either...

Daily thanks for the grace of the living father... ===== CHAPTER 937 =====