Everywhere there is grass taller than a man, and there is no road any further.
Iwashi wiped the rain from his face, clenched the scabbard with his left hand, and pulled out the Dai knife that had accompanied him for many years with his right hand. If there is no road, cut a road!
For Yan Shi and his comrades-in-arms, on the inaccessible border of more than 960 kilometers in Xishuangbanna, looking for clues that may endanger *** is "too commonplace". And the sacredness of this mission stems from the words and deeds of generations of Guoan people, "The predecessors have done much harder work than us!."”
One day in August of a certain year, it was hot and humid, and the temperature was close to 40 degrees. Song Bin, disguised as the boss of the boat, has been guarding the Lancang River for more than a week. According to the report of the superiors, the suspect in a major espionage case, Li, has absconded to Xishuangbanna and may be smuggled out of the country from here.
According to the time, Li should have arrived at the border, and Song Bin was a little worried, "Is he going to go out from somewhere else?"But thinking of the more than 20 checkpoints set up by his comrades-in-arms on the border line, he still looked firmly and intently at the path by the river.
Boundary Pillar No. 29 in Mohan, Yunnan.
Near 2 p.m., a figure finally flashed at the end of the path, wearing a peaked cap and carrying a backpack. As the figure got closer and closer, Song Bin judged according to his appearance that the person who came was Li.
Seeing Song Bin, Li took the initiative to greet him and asked Song Bin if he could carry himself "across the river". After talking a few words, after confirming that Li's identity was correct, Song Bin decisively revealed his identity - "I am a national security policeman!".”
With a plop, Li immediately knelt on the ground, "Big brother, let me go", he said, he took out a thick stack of dollars and RMB from his backpack, "There is a heavy thank you after leaving the country." ”
Delusional!Song Bin controlled Li, and together with his comrades who rushed over not far away, escorted him back to the *** organ. Later, when talking about the thrilling at that time, Song Bin just joked: "I can also withstand the money." There was not a hint of turbulence in his tone.
When asked why they devoted themselves to the world's leading career, Song Bin and Yan Shi's reactions were surprisingly consistent, "I can't say why, it's just a sense of mission." ”
With the smooth opening of the China-Laos Railway, the Mohan Port in Xishuangbanna has become an important gateway for the international community. The national security officers there have started new battles on the new battlefield of maintaining ***.
Joint Operation Center of Mohan-Boten Economic Cooperation Zone in Laos, China.
Song Bin and Yan Shi are ordinary members of the *** front. There are many more national security defenders, holding on to the borders and fighting where the motherland needs it. Some of them are on the front line of the struggle against the enemy, dancing with the devil on the tip of the knife;Some listen to the wind at the end of Qingping, and talk and laugh to turn the crisis into the invisible;Some of them fought with their swords to the ends of the earth to smash the conspiracies and tricks of foreign spies. The road is full of hardships, even life and death tests, but for them, it is a road that must be followed.
It's far away from the capital, and it's very close to *** - this is the common aspiration of thousands of national security guards like Song Bin and Yan Shi who are fighting on the border.
They are a group of such people, guarding the country, close to the country.
They engage in mystical work, face to hand, hand-to-hand.
They are on a magical front, with invisible elephants and unknown heroes.
They shoulder a sacred mission, loyalty, and dedication.
Salute to the defenders of national security on the border.
All names have been changed).
* *Ministry WeChat*** Author: An Ping.
Edited by Gao Shanshan.
Process Editor: Ma Xiaoshuang.