Lao Wang was angry, if it weren't for the fact that the reporter of Mingda had just beaten him with the big hat of an anti-Japanese hero and a defender of the people, he would definitely kick He Datou.

But think about it!

Of course, what gave Lao Wang more headache was not being scolded, but God knows how the fat man Liu in front of him, who suddenly became a master, caught up with this big reporter, and Lao Wang couldn't figure out the relationship between the two for a while.

In fact, the defense of men and women in this era has been much more open than in the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and women can also wear Western lace skirts with exposed calves and cheongsams with high forks on the street, but a woman just picks up a man's clothes and puts her face next to her, which is still a bit subverting Lao Wang's old traditional three views.

With his thoughts, this man and woman are tired.

After thinking about it carefully, he ordered to He Datou in a deep voice:

"From now on, the safety of Staff Officer Liu will be handed over to you; Didn't the deputy of the regiment tell you that if Lao Tzu was missing a hair, he would kill you? Now Lao Tzu will tell you again, if this fat man loses a hair, even if he loses two taels, you will go to the military justice department to confess the crime. ”

The guard squad leader, who was accustomed to taking the blame for the regimental seat, looked at the huge body lying on the ground, and could only nod with a bitter face, and shouted at the few soldiers who were still standing around:

"What are you doing in a daze? Carry Staff Officer Liu back to the regiment headquarters! ”

"How?" One soldier asked in a whisper.

He Datou also had a headache.

Oh, yes! How to lift, with this size of at least 200 catties, if the four people want to carry him to the regiment headquarters a few kilometers away, it is estimated that they will have to die of exhaustion.

"Use a stretcher, find a few people to cut thick branches, and I'll prepare strips of cloth!" Mingyu was much brighter than He Datou, and he took off his military uniform as soon as he reached out, and he was not afraid that it would be either blood or ash on it, so he directly bit it with a mouthful of silver teeth and began to tear.

It's March at this time, and the temperature in March in the north is zero degrees, and the uniforms of the 29th Army are all padded jackets, which are not much warm, but they are strong enough.

Fortunately, the Mingda reporter was not stupid, he remembered that Liu Lang still had a dagger on his waist, and he couldn't bite his teeth, so he directly took the dagger to cut it.

The work efficiency is very high, but obviously she wants to make a stretcher that can carry Liu Lang, who is one meter and eight years old, and her military uniform top is not enough.

Yes, this special mother has to lose a military uniform after a slap, and this scene makes Lao Wang have a toothache.

But after all, I was a little reluctant to buy my new school uniform, and glared at a few soldiers of the pistol team next to me:

"I don't have any eyesight, I'm still stunned, what are you doing, I took off all my military uniforms for Lao Tzu and made a stretcher for Ming reporters!"

In an instant, several blue military uniforms were given to Ming Yu.

However, none of the officers and men of the pistol team, whose faces were blue with white Uesugi in white, complained.

Liu Lang won their respect with his performance just now, but not by relying on the three-star bar on his collar badge.

If it weren't for Liu Lang, with the skills of the Japanese officer just now, everyone present knew in their hearts that even if they could completely annihilate this group of devils, they would have to pay at least half of the casualties. Even if they are the pistol team of the 217th Regiment, known as the most elite group of people in the 217th Regiment.

The pistol team is the traditional saying of the Northwest Army, and in terms of military establishment, it is the regimental guard platoon, which can be expanded to the strength of a guard company in wartime.

In a sense, Liu Lang saved most of them here.

They even understood why Mingyu would rather be frozen and tear his military uniform to make a stretcher instead of the military uniform on the corpses of Japanese soldiers that can be found everywhere on the ground.

Because, there is the blood of the Japanese invaders on it, it is too dirty!

Their heroes, even if they are wounded, should lie down on the warmth of their comrades and go home.

Seeing He Datou and Ming Yu escort Liu Lang away with a squad, Lao Wang, who was still on the position, refocused on the battlefield that had entered the end of the battle.

The battle has been going on so far, there are no more Japanese invaders who are still resisting, and the position where the shouts of killing were louder than just now, and the sounds that can be heard are the muffled snorts of the wounded and the voices of the officers and soldiers under their command shouting to their familiar comrades-in-arms in the northern vernacular.

This night raid has been won, and the high ground has been taken.

The moonlight is like water, and the line of sight can even reach twenty or thirty meters, and everywhere in sight, except for the dark blue military uniforms running back and forth on the battlefield looking for their comrades, what they see more is the human body crawling on the ground.

There were dark blue, some earthy yellow, one by one, lying on the ground still.

Just what Lao Wang could see in the blink of an eye, there were more than 30 people with dark blue strips of white cloth wrapped around their arms.

And this is only the tip of the highlands, the entire highlands are ten times the area of the current ones, and more than thirty people have fallen here, so what is the whole highlands?

At this moment, the colonel did not have the joy of victory for a while, and from a distance, his figure was extremely gloomy!

"Pass my order, let the follow-up troops enter the position, and all the living death squad members retreat with the brethren on their backs!" Lao Wang gritted his back molars and issued a military order. "Remember, what Lao Tzu said is not only alive and dead, but also for Lao Tzu to carry down!"

"Lao Tzu brought them here, and he also wanted to bring them back with a lot!"

"Yes! Tuanza! ”

Several signal soldiers quickly took the order, and were trying to relay his orders to all corners of the battlefield.

Lao Wang seemed to remember something again, "Also, tell the brothers that torches must not be lit, lest the Japanese artillery fire in retaliation!" They don't know who will win or who will lose now, and they will be informed when they light the torches. ”

"What about the devil? If only there was still alive! "A signal soldier is quite agile.

One sentence made Lao Wang slightly stunned, glanced at the cruel battlefield, and lowered his eyelids to block the fierce light that burst out of his eyes:

"Devils? Under such a fierce battle, will there be anyone alive? Who will believe it? Anyway, Lao Tzu Wang Changhai doesn't believe it! ”

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Mingyu stood two kilometers away from the battlefield, quietly looking at the white belly of the fish lit up in the sky in the distance, and his eyes were gradually covered with a layer of water vapor.

I don't know if it was the cold of early spring in the north that made the female reporter's eyes hang a layer of frost, or the scene just now made her see the hope for China's future, in short, the white of the fish belly on the edge of the sky gradually brightened and turned into a dawn to shine on the earth, and at the same time, it also shone into the heart of the female reporter.

She firmly believes that China, with the existence of such soldiers, is bound to win the final victory in this war!

Her country and her clan are bound to stand tall on this fertile land of Shenzhou!

It's not her blind optimism, it's everything she sees on the battlefield.

Although she was retreating with Liu Lang in a coma, she did not forget her own work, she was using her camera to record this brilliant and tragic battlefield.

She saw a soldier who was not tall carrying a soldier who had died in battle, and even though he was already tired and crumbling, he did not leave behind his body, which had gradually become stiff under the bitter cold of the north.

Gritting his teeth and exhaling white gas, even if he was really tired, he put down the body first and let him lean on his body.

He even refused the help of the soldiers of the guard platoon, the help of the stretcher team that had already come up, he was on his own and took his brother home.

Mingyu didn't ask about his relationship with him, she was afraid, afraid of sprinkling another handful of salt on his wounds.

She just took a picture of two soldiers snuggling up to each other resting in a corner.

It's just that no one knows that one is alive and the other is dead.

He who dies is sacrificed!

And those who live do not forget to sacrifice!

As long as we don't forget, this nation will be strong!