"Tuk-tuk—"

With a slight knock on the door, Cai Wenming's mind returned to the modern era from the brutal war scenes of the year, and the young staff officer stood outside the door and asked, "Chief, the canteen is about to open in half an hour, will you eat here or go home?" ”

"No, I'm not going home, you should notify the driver immediately, saying that I am going to the teaching team."

The staff officer answered with a "yes" and disappeared lightly outside the door.

Cai Wenming lit the cigarette again, and the moment the fireworks flashed, a scar on the tiger's mouth was impressive, his heart suddenly ached, and his thoughts once again involuntarily returned to the small col in Ba Kui, Vietnam......

"Company commander! Let's withdraw! I saw that the enemy on the 1250 heights began to retreat......" the deputy company commander shouted at Cai Wenming in a crater.

The enemy on the 1250 heights actually began to retreat?

This was an unexpected situation.

In case the main attacking force could not stop the fleeing Y Army, it would be attacked on its own back.

He had to report the situation, but now the high-powered walkie-talkie used for communication had been broken down and was obsolete.

Cai Wenming gritted his teeth and said, "What to withdraw!" Never back down! Once retreated, the special battalion will swarm towards the 1250 heights, and our main attacking force will not gain a firm foothold, the position may change hands, and the tide of battle will be reversed! ”

The deputy company commander was anxious and shouted, "But ......"

Before the deputy company commander could finish speaking, an RPG rocket completely interrupted his roar, and the smoke was everywhere, and the flesh and blood were blurred......

"Ahh

The battle in the direction of the 1250 Heights continued, the heights were full of fires and bombing points, and the platoons arranged on the 1250 Heights must pass through the trail had lost contact, perhaps sacrificed, or fought separately.

Cai Wenming was lying in the crater, and he was completely red-eyed.

The scorching sun hung in the sky, the smoke of gunpowder curled in the air, the gunfire around them rang out one after another, and the chaotic thoughts quickly receded.

He suddenly roared: "Brothers, we are the sharp knife company of heroes, and there is no word backward in our dictionary!" Fight! ”

With that, leaning on the bunker in the trench, a strafing shot hit two Vietnamese soldiers who were leaping in this direction.

In the col, on the position of Army Y.

A signal soldier of the Y Army climbed to the crater of Nguyen Van Son and said in a trembling voice: "Battalion commander, 1250 has lost ......"

"What!?" Ruan Wenshan stared at the blood-red eyes, grabbed the signal soldier, the hot muzzle of the gun was pressed against his chest, and a smell of burnt meat came: "You say it again!" ”

“1250…… Lost...... "I don't know if it's despair or pain, the countenance of the communications soldier is distorted.

Nguyen Van Son suddenly loosened his hand and sat down in the crater.

The loss of the 1250 heights means that this important defensive point that can overlook more than ten kilometers in the north and south has been lost, and as the commander of the reinforcement force, he has an unshirkable responsibility.

A kind of despair that had never existed before instantly grew in his heart, from the age of thirteen when he participated in the guerrilla war against the United States until he was promoted to the commander of the special agent battalion, this veteran of the Y Army had never tried such despair, and he suddenly howled like a trapped beast: "The 1250 heights have been lost!" Brothers, we want to bury these enemy troops in front of us and avenge our brethren! ”

He turned to the signal corps: "Pass my order, all companies stop moving closer to 1250, and encircle and annihilate the enemy in the col with all their might!" Don't let any of them go! Not a single one! Also, tell them not to take a step back, or they will be shot on the spot! ”

Ruan Wenshan also killed the red eye.

At this moment, near the 800 heights, both the blocking and reinforcement sides are going crazy.

When the narrow road meets, the brave wins.

Now, it's time to fight for the will to fight.

The Y Army had a certain advantage in strength and firepower, and soon attacked the position of the 8th Company.

The two sides began to fight each other with the help of stones and bunkers on the hillside.

The battle was completely stalemate, and then it was all disrupted, you have me, I have you, and when the ammunition was finished, they fought with bayonets, fists, sappers, shovels, and teeth, and the soldiers of the two armies began to pull their grenades one after another, and the whole valley seemed to have been plowed over, shrubs and thatch fell in pieces, blood stained every corner, stumps and pieces of flesh could be seen everywhere, and this small depression became a purgatory on earth.

In the face of an integrated special battalion and sporadically retreating Vietnamese troops from the 1250 heights, the 6th Company suffered heavy casualties, and many squads had been scattered, and everyone fought on the spot relying on craters and stones as barriers.

Cai Wenming killed how many Vietnamese soldiers he didn't know, he was hit by a shrapnel in his left shoulder, fortunately it only penetrated the muscles, did not hurt the bones, blood flowed, he took a deep breath, and simply counted the ammunition on his body, except for two grenades, the last ammunition on his body was only half a magazine on the gun and less than twenty rounds.

He smiled miserably and scolded fiercely, little monkey on dog days, come here, come here, come and reward you with something good.

A slight sound of a bush being scratched came to his ears from the cacophony of gunfire, and he could hear the sound that the enemy was very close to him; Suddenly, there was another sentence in Y Mandarin, which Cai Wenming couldn't understand, but judging from the tone, it seemed to mean paying attention to the search alert.

He grinned, and suddenly jumped out of the crater like a tiger, and the three Vietnamese soldiers who were in front of him did not expect to rush out of the ground, and they were shocked and turned into a hornet's nest before they could fire their guns.

Cai Wenming didn't have time to pick up the gun, so he quickly rolled on his side and rolled into the back of a raised stone, and a dense string of bullets hit the stone, knocking down the hard stone by a small corner.

He spat out the crushed lime in his mouth, unloaded the magazine, and ...... empty

Cai Wenming unscrewed the lid of the grenade, clasped the fire rings of the two grenades in his hand, and quietly waited for the last moment.

The shadows of many people suddenly flashed in their minds, the majestic Wang Fulai, the kind Zhang Yan, the beautiful wife Wu Xiaoli, and the babbling son Xiaohu......

The words of the battalion commander Zhang Yan before the war still lingered in my ears: "After the war, you will visit your home immediately, this is also my order!" ”

Visiting ...... Visiting ...... It's been a long time since I've been visiting......

The surrounding Yue shouts became clearer and clearer, and Cai Wenming realized that he had been surrounded.

What about the other comrades-in-arms? Why are the gunshots so scattered all of a sudden? Did they all die?

A series of question marks flashed through my mind.

Brothers, don't be afraid, the company commander will soon come to reunite with you, and I will be your company commander when I get below, and I will be your good brother!

Brothers, wait, instructor, deputy company commander, you wait, the little black company commander will be with you soon......

Even if he is a soldier, Cai Wenming still believes that many things in the world are certain, just like when he signed up for the army in his hometown and met Zhang Yan, who came to receive the army, and even a fierce battle in the 1250 highland mountain col later.

Cai Wenming was born in those red years, and being a soldier is an incomparably glorious and the greatest ideal of young people, but in Cai Wenming's eyes, the concept of the army is only equivalent to a piece of braised pork. One day in 1975, Zhang Yan, who came to pick up the soldiers, asked the tall and thin rural orphan in front of him: "Why did you become a soldier?" ”

The swarthy eighteen-year-old man was as shy as a child, and he bowed his head and rolled up the corners of his tattered clothes, and did not squeak for a long time.

Zhang Yan asked again: "Tell me, why do you want to join the army?" ”

Cai Wenming plucked up his courage and blushed before replying in a low voice: "I want to...... Eat meat...... Chief, I've heard that the troops are full and have meat to eat......"

Cai Wenming's eyes flashed with tears, and the young man in front of him had a simple and painful simplicity.

At that moment, Zhang Yan's heart twitched violently, and he turned to the local armed cadres and said, "I want this soldier." ”

Then he turned to the young man, who was not much younger than himself, and said, "Come with me." ”

At two o'clock in the afternoon that year, in the col between the 1250 and 800 highlands, Cai Wenming, who was hiding behind the boulder, was making the last memories of his life.

His index and middle fingers were snapped in the ring of two grenades, and in ten seconds, when the Vietnamese troops surrounded him, he could ring them and report to Marx with his opponents.

When a rapid and violent burst of gunfire and grenade explosions rang out from all around, and the screams of those Vietnamese reached the ear drums, it was the familiar gunfire of a Type 81 automatic rifle.

He thought he was dreaming, and that thought lasted for a few seconds.

In just a few seconds, the surrounding sand and broken branches of trees completely enveloped Cai Wenming, and when he raised his head again, a big hand grabbed his arm, and a familiar and friendly voice sounded in his ears: "Follow me!" ”

Special years

Special years