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The train is about to pass through the Qingchuan River, and it looks like it's approaching Dingzhou. The train was shaking violently. The railways were temporarily repaired after being bombed, and the foundations were very weak. We set out from Changyuan last night and had already traveled 14 hours. In order to prevent air raids, the trains did not dare to turn on the lights at night. North Korean soldiers and civilians were still repairing some sections of the road, stopping and going along the way. At this time, the sun was almost at zenith. Through a small blind, the wounded seemed to be able to smell the warm breath of the motherland. Tian Chunxi, commander of the 3rd Company of the 7th Regiment of the 8th Division of the 66th Volunteer Army, walked to the connection between the two carriages on a crutch. His craving for cigarettes came up, and his craving became even worse after he was injured. During the battle at Niaoyin Mountain, some daily necessities were seized from an enemy camp command post that they destroyed. In addition to turning over important military supplies, correspondent Xiao Qi secretly stuffed a pack of Turkish cigarettes into his bag, a total of 20 packs.

Shi Maocheng's attention came from a young tour guide from the Huaibei area. That day, Lin Dongxiu went to the history museum on Dongxing Avenue in the city to verify the scene of a certain cultural and historical event. As the editor and creator of "Provincial History Zongheng", she is a frequent visitor to this museum despite being a bit immature. As soon as I entered the door, I saw a group of old people wearing red tourist hats blocking the door. A young man holding a small flag was lecturing them: "... Here are revolutionary heroes and historical witnesses who defeated the Jiang Dynasty. Uncles and aunts, please take a good look, take your time, maybe you can still find the shadow of you when you were young. Last year, I led a group and bumped into one..." The old people laughed. "Don't believe it, it's true. If you are tired, just find a place to sit. The men's restroom is on the left and the women's restroom is on the right. Don't run around or lose our bus. No one is waiting for you..."

I entered the desert on a van that was used to supply supplies to the well teams. Sitting in the crowded cab, listening to the completely unfamiliar northwest dialect, and looking at the vast Gurbantunggut Desert, I felt like I was in another world. I kept asking myself, why am I here? Is it for some kind of responsibility, curiosity, or love? I leaned weakly on the corner of the car, as if I might be swallowed by the desert at any time. I put a lot of effort into getting on this bus. When the bus was about to leave in the morning, the security inspector in the well team's dispatch room stopped me. He wanted to see my letter of introduction and asked me why I was in the well area. I said go to the 1148 well team to find someone. As a result, they refused to let me get on the bus. They said that accidents had occurred frequently in the desert in the past two months, and the casualty rate was very high. Nowadays, people are the focus, and the company is not afraid of anything but death, etc.

In the morning, a migrant worker named Aifuzai suddenly fell ill. His face was pale, he was vomiting blood, and he had a hole in his head. Aifuzai's illness was expected by everyone. The environment on the mountain was too harsh and no one could survive for long. In addition to feeling cold and tired, Liu Desheng also felt some self-blame. He brought everyone here. At first, the boss only talked about mining infrastructure stones. Later, he realized that he was quarrying stones openly and secretly looking for a kind of hard colored crystals, commonly known as gemstones. If you are lucky, it is not uncommon to find colored diamonds. Everyone knows the treasures of Taylor Mountain. Rare minerals are national resources, and private mining is strictly prohibited. However, it is inevitable that the government and businessmen will be ambiguous and get what they need. Just find a reason to do what you want. "Luck" is something that rich people play with, while migrant workers only seek stable income. Everyone is happy when a gem is found, but if it tries to hide and seek with you, you won't be able to do it even if you have the skills.

Wang Hongzhang stood upright in front of a rectangular table. After accepting some instructions from Li Changpu, commander of the new 22nd Army of the National Revolutionary Army, he said: "Yes." It was not very loud, and it could be heard that he accepted it reluctantly. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his large throat slid up and down. He didn't sit down immediately, thinking, Li Changpu, don't you want my wife to be a widow? The room was very quiet, filled with the dry and choking smell of tobacco from the land of northern Anhui. The two female confidential officers sitting behind him occasionally made soft coughing sounds.

In the morning, Ai Fu suddenly fell ill at the construction site. His face was pale, he was vomiting blood, and he had another hole in his head. One morning, Ai Fu suddenly fell ill at the construction site. His face was pale, he was vomiting blood, and he had a hole in his head. This was expected by everyone. The environment on the mountain was too harsh and no one could survive for long. In addition to feeling cold and exhausted, Liu Desheng also blamed himself because he was the one who brought everyone here. At first, the boss only said that he was going up the mountain to mine infrastructure stones, but later he found out that he was quarrying stones openly and secretly looking for a hard colored crystalline carbon body, commonly known as gemstones, in order to cover up the public. If you're lucky, it's not uncommon to find colored diamonds. Everyone knows about Taylor Mountain's treasures. However, as rare minerals, gemstones are strictly forbidden to be mined privately. However, under the interests of the people, it is inevitable that there will be ambiguity between government and business. Everyone gets what they need. Just find a reason to do what you want.

All this is to tell people that the world used to be like this and history used to be like this. If our kind eyes cannot see all this, the future world and future history will reappear like this. --Author 1 Wang Hongzhang stood upright in front of a rectangular table, and the cigarette ashes in his hand fell on the table. After accepting some instructions from Li Changpu, commander of the newly formed 22nd Army of the National Revolutionary Army, he said: "Yes." It was not very loud, and it could be heard that he accepted it with some reluctance. He swallowed the saliva in his mouth, and his large throat slid up and down. He didn't sit down immediately, thinking to himself, Li Changpu, don't you sincerely want me to die? Do you want my wife to be a widow? The room was very quiet, filled with the dry and choking smell of tobacco grown in the land of northern Anhui. The two female confidential officers sitting behind them coughed softly from time to time.