Gu Biao spoke eloquently in the international situation analysis class at the China Foreign Affairs University. Naturally, his judgment will also be written into his school performance in real time, and then sent to him when the department affiliated with the internship comes to retrieve it.

His judgment of war may have left him in the cold for a while at first, but as one analysis point after another was proven, it would obviously become evidence of his ability.

Ten days after the start of the war, with the change in the expectations of the war situation, some hawkish personnel were officially transferred to the department of "making a difference".

Gu Ao's recent performance in school was also submitted to the desk of the leader of the Foreign Affairs Bureau of the First Ministry of Aircraft as a supplementary file.

Almost at the same time, the "Qiantang Oxygen Concentrator Factory Overseas Order Development Application Report" from Qiantang was also delivered.

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The words are divided into two ends.

Guixi, deep into the Lang Son front line of more than 20 kilometers in Vietnam.

The timeline goes back a week after the start of the war, and it hasn't been smooth.

The two military important places in the nearby plains of Gaoping and Dongxi have been conquered and razed by the surging Type 59 tank clusters, and most of the main force of the 346th Division of the Vietnamese Army has been surrounded and annihilated, with only a few breakthroughs.

However, the commanding heights of the mountainous areas, which are full of jungles and tunnels and are not suitable for tank maneuvering, are still in the hands of the Vietnamese.

Under the siege of our regiments, the Vietnamese did not surrender, apparently because they had made up their minds that they would "not compete with your armored forces for a short time in the plains, but only bury nails in the commanding heights of the mountains behind enemy lines, and threaten the enemy's logistical supply lines."

As several convoys were eaten up by small Vietnamese troops ambushed in the mountains, our army could only make up its mind to completely solve the Lang Son problem by relying on repeated saturation strikes by primitive artillery and infantry charges.

Both sides suffered heavy losses and rivers of blood.

Xiao Sui's arms and clothes were covered with blood and sludge, and his appearance became filthy and ugly. But it was all contracted while climbing the mountain, and she herself was not injured.

When she came, she was wearing a winter coat like everyone else. Unexpectedly, in a tropical ghost place like Vietnam, it was abnormally hot at the end of February, and the temperature was close to 30 degrees. From soldiers to war correspondents, they can only change their cotton clothes, wear the single clothes inside, and they are all embarrassed, and they can no longer talk about the rectification of the army.

Anxiety was growing in her heart.

Except for a few post-mortem photos of "Our Army's Heroic Capture of Gaoping" three days ago, she didn't even collect any inspiring materials, and only had some relatively dry plain text reports every day.

Many photos showing the cruelty of the front line are because our army did not achieve decisive victory in the end, and after review, it was considered that it was not conducive to boosting morale and should not be used.

"Today, we must photograph the heroic posture of the soldiers rushing to the top of Lang Mountain, and it took so many favors to get to the front line, how can we waste the opportunity!" she gulped down a pot of water, tightened the strap of the camera, and secretly made up her mind.

This is the key to her washing away the stigma of female hooligans.

Follow the tank unit to take pictures in the safe zone, what kind of heroine are you!

From the communication with Gu Biao, she vaguely knew that the country might not fight for 20 years after that. She didn't want to rely only on written reports of interviews with the wounded to complete her journey from Rong.

"The division commander has already received a direct telegram from Commander Xu! Today it is necessary to capture Langshan and Gaoma Mountain and ensure the safety of the logistical supply routes! If the tanks cannot go up, they must rely on the infantry units to fight to the death! 15 minutes of artillery preparation!"

As the front-line commander received a call from the division headquarters, a new round of the offensive began.

The heavy artillery once again plowed the hill thoroughly, then stopped for three minutes, and then made up for another two minutes of rapid fire; if it was repeated three times, and even by the third time, the troops had already begun to rush upward, and the artillery fire was still suppressed by a barrage of bullets, apparently trying to lure the Vietnamese out as much as possible.

Xiao Sui was a little stunned by the sound of cannons.

As a female soldier of the art troupe who had never seen blood before, she had never imagined the tactics of her people starting to charge and the artillery fire was still non-stop.

This requires superb tactical cooperation, and the probability of accidental injury is very high, if it is not for the iron heart to attack, it is absolutely impossible to do this.

The guns of the Vietnamese were gradually silenced, replaced by the danger of being shelled by their own people.

Xiao Sui watched the landing point of the shell explosion, and the distance between him and his comrades in front had been shortened to dozens of meters. Even if it's with her, a war correspondent, it's only 300 meters.

She had never seen a heavy artillery explosion within 300 meters before.

"I'm not a female hooligan! I'm a hero who sacrificed my life for the country! I'm not a female hooligan!" The fear in her heart could no longer be suppressed, and she actually chose to shout out the activities in her brain, and continued to rush forward brainwashing in the surprised expressions of her comrades on the side.

It seems that after yelling and screaming, I am not so afraid.

Fortunately, the sound of the cannon was very loud, and no one had the heart to care whether she was a female hooligan or not, so she was stunned for two or three seconds at most, and the comrades around her continued to rush.

There are no beauties on the battlefield, and Xiao Sui's filthy appearance keeps her from killing her comrades who are passionate and curious about beauties.

She gradually forgot a little self, but fortunately she was knocked down by a comrade-in-arms next to her: "You don't want to die! Hurry down! Stay away from the little red flag pinned to his back!"

The artillery observation posts were all staring at the one with the small red flag with a high-powered mirror to locate it. Let the barrage always be 100 meters farther than the small red flag. If you rush faster than him, you will be blown up as if you were Vietnamese!"

Xiao Sui nodded blankly, thanked the other party for a few words, and then used his telescope to confirm.

The soldier with a small red flag pinned to his waist at the front is the dividing line between friend and foe. All those who were in front of him, were considered enemies by the artillerymen.

Just as Xiao Sui was observing, she clearly saw that the little red flag soldier fell, and several streams of blood shot out, which should have been strafed by the machine gun position that suddenly appeared at the mouth of a certain pit of the Vietnamese above.

Artillery fire, flamethrowers, and suppressive fire also immediately swept away the Vietnamese firepower point in that exposed position. Seven or eight burning men rolled out of the camouflage of the vines with a wail, all of them were Vietnamese devils.

Then, Xiao Sui saw another soldier at the front, and without hesitation, he pulled out the small red flag of friend or foe identification on the back waist of his dead comrade, and continued to lead the team to charge.

"They should have tactical instructions: if the vanguard is sacrificed, the one behind will pull out the flag and continue to charge. Then as long as I always follow the other red flag to identify the soldiers, I can take the best first-hand information. Xiao Sui was secretly worried, and gradually calmed down.

After struggling in the scorching smoke for about two hours, Xiao Sui watched as the soldiers with the identification flag pinned to their waists died a dozen and replaced a dozen.

She remained calmly two or three hundred meters behind them, avoiding the Vietnamese machine-gun blockade. And regardless of the blood and mud flowing down the scorched earth, he always lowered his posture and moved forward semi-prostrately, which turned out to be quite fatal.

People will always evolve rapidly because of the extremely harsh environment.

Even if you haven't fought a war, you can learn how to survive for a week on the front-line battlefield.

Those who didn't learn would have died long ago.

The soldiers, who were pinned with the flag of identification between friend and foe, finally rushed to the summit of Lang Mountain.

Xiao Sui was overjoyed in his heart, and regardless of the fact that the two sides were still separated by a few hundred meters and couldn't shoot people's faces at all, he clicked and clicked the first two.

Then she rushed up with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and did not forget to take a few photos every time she walked out of 100 meters.

The first-hand environment where the smoke of the shelling had not yet dissipated made her blood boil.

The comrades-in-arms who fell on the final journey must not be forgotten either.

The Vietnamese already knew that their positions had been completely lost, and their long-range artillery would open fire immediately!"

As the experienced front-line commander shouted, Xiao Sui lay down with him blankly, and those who could find the person at the mouth of the tunnel entered the mouth of the tunnel as soon as possible.

The cold-blooded tenacity of the Vietnamese is no less than that of the Soviet army, and they often shout "fire at me" when their positions are completely lost.

The sound of artillery came as scheduled, and although it was much thinner than when our troops attacked, it was really smashed on the heads of the soldiers.

Xiao Sui curled up in a half-finished cat's ear hole and shivered, the air waves and sound pressure made her bitter bile almost vomit out. As some rocks on the roof of the cave smashed and buried her, she fainted completely.

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I don't know how long it took.

Xiao Sui was choked up again.

What caught my eye was the gauze bed tent of the field hospital. It was almost dark outside, but due to the lighting control, there was no light source in the room, and only a faint figure could be seen.

Xiao Sui grabbed a female nurse passing by, and hurriedly asked, "Comrade nurse, what day is it today?

Because this is a minor injury area, hundreds of people can be cared for by a female nurse, so it is very busy.

The nurse was moving the bandages and said impatiently: "It didn't take long! You were hit by stones, stuffed in the tunnel, and smoked so much that you were temporarily deprived of oxygen.

Xiao Sui heard that the timeliness of the news had not been delayed, and he was immediately relieved. She hurriedly checked her belongings, and the camera looked intact, so she took out her pen and wrote it in the small notebook she carried with her.

She wanted to process today's war report immediately, hand it over to the rear that night, and send it to the military newspaper for publication.

As for the interview, it should be too late, just rely on your own memory, as for whether there will be fewer typical characters highlighted in the report, and whether there will be discrepancies in the named meritorious soldiers, there is no way, vague processing.

She admits that there is some selfishness in this - if she just took a photo, and the report was eventually signed by someone else, then the merit she used to wash away her notoriety would have faded a lot.

When it was completely dark, she hid in the blanket and continued to write with a flashlight. It wasn't until the cadres of the propaganda outlet arrived at the field hospital in a jeep that she was able to finish it.

"Comrade Xiao Sui, I heard that something happened to you, so I came here temporarily, it's a little late, you're okay. "The jeep got off the editor of a military newspaper.

"It's okay, it's just that I was crushed by a stone, and I smoked gunsmoke, and after inhaling it for a while, the oxygen eased up. Xiao Sui only politely said a word, and immediately cut to the chase, "Editor Liu, this is my first manuscript, and the photo should not be broken - the camera lens may be broken, but the film can still be washed out." When the time comes, deserve yourselves. ”

Editor Liu was greatly moved: "Are you still rushing to the manuscript?"

"Well," Xiao Sui grabbed Editor Liu's hand tightly and refused to let go, and asked in a low voice without regard for face, "Can you make sure that my name is signed on all pictures and texts?"

"Of course, the capture of Lang Son is one of the two major victories of this week, and its strategic significance is no less than that of Dong Deng, and the intensity is even more intense, and it must be the front page of tomorrow's military newspaper. You are also honorably wounded, so let's try to let you return to China and transfer to the military hospital in Yuezhou. ”

Xiao Sui listened to this promise, and finally took a breath and fell unconscious again.