Dense fog, rain, cold, hunger, everyone is suffering, this is the mission, it is an unshirkable responsibility. Being a soldier and fighting a war is like this, there is no price to talk about, some just pay for nothing, and risk their lives for the sake of victory.

Half a month later, the weather is still good and bad, sometimes changing in a day, sunny and rainy, making people suffer over and over again.

Most of the time, everyone eats canned food, eats dry food, and drinks rainwater, and the stomach is getting more and more empty, and people are getting thinner and thinner. Everyone gradually became yellow, their eyes were blood-red, their hair was long, and their bodies were getting dirtier and dirtier.

The skin in the clothes has become white due to long-term soaking, and many people have already had ulcers on their crotch, sometimes itching. Everyone's time is measured in minutes, and every minute is so difficult.

Twenty days later, for some reason, everyone felt like the military industry hadn't come up for a long time. It may be that the enemy army is blockaded tightly, and their passage is not good, otherwise they will not come up and deliver good things, at least there will be hot food and so on.

Everyone was wet all the time, and it was cold, which was very bearable.

However, since the incubation, they have not eaten a decent meal, have not drunk a sip of boiling water, have not had clean clothes to wear, and everyone has lost weight helplessly, and some have suffered from a severe cold and diarrhea, which is all expected.

Although I was well prepared in advance and brought a lot of this kind of medicine, the weakness of the body is an indisputable fact. Eating canned dry food makes people sick to their stomachs, and they want to vomit as soon as they reach their mouths.

At this time, the more we must persevere, resolutely not give up, and there can be no relaxation in persistence.

Eating every day has now become a major must-do.

Forward is still insisting on latent observation, and taking anti-inflammatory drugs orally with rainwater every day. The health soldiers on the high ground behind him ventured down to inspect him twice, and both times gave him an optimistic assessment.

I don't know what happened to Ge Xiaoming and Zhang Wenwen, who were injured before, but they should be completely fine now.

After Ma Xiaobao moved to the rear, the doctor picked out dozens of stones and shrapnel from half of his body, and several places even penetrated his chest and abdomen. The skin of his legs was burned and necrotic, and his inner body was also shocked, and it was estimated that it would take some time to recover.

The military industry said that a while ago, but so much time has passed, and everyone has no news at all, and I don't know what the situation of the three of them is now, which needs to be heard clearly.

Their role in lurking observation at the front line is quite large, especially the installed television cameras, which play a great role in the analysis of the enemy's deployment.

It's been lurking in the rain for more than half a month, and everyone hates this bad weather. However, everyone was gratified that in less than 20 days since they were in absence, they observed two infantry movements at the battalion and regimental level and several heavy artillery clusters, reported the enemy situation to the command post more than 100 times, and took pictures of several enemy garrison points, observation posts, ammunition depots, and artillery positions with their cameras, thus indicating accurate targets for the artillery.

There are not a few big people who come to inspect in this direction, and once the patrol is strengthened and the flashlight does not stop at night, then it must be their superiors who have come down. The artillery will let go of the cannon and give a warm welcome.

A steady stream of information was sent to the artillery to hit the target. Long-range artillery fire has been strengthened again and again, but the enemy's mobilization and deployment have not slowed down, and it is becoming more and more obvious that a major military operation is about to be launched.

Stealth observation missions are becoming more and more valuable, which largely slows down the enemy's actions and buys time for response.

In short, what they could, they did.

Twenty-five days later, there was still no good food to eat. Occasionally, once or twice, everyone has little appetite for the cold meals sent by the military industry. It is likely that the stomach is already angry and striking after eating too much canned dry food.

The bad weather made everyone helpless, and the day finally seemed to be clear. The sun poked its head out of the thick clouds and cast a stingy ray of its light and heat.

"God be gracious." Mr. Guneye said helplessly but passionately.

He looked at the canopy above his head, the clouds were still so thick, and the light shining on the ridge was only a wisp, and that ray of light was just over the head of Xiang Qian.

It feels warm to move forward.

But this sunny day is not interesting, and the lack of a big sun in general is not attractive to everyone.

The main thing is to feel cold! You can't take off your clothes to dry them, and you can't stand up and move around.

They now prefer dense fog weather because they can sit and stand. But the people who are on guard below must not, relatively speaking, they are much more comfortable and free on the ridge.

Forward, lying on the ground, continuing to enjoy the light shining on his head alone. He had taken off his helmet and felt warm and warm on his head at the moment. It would be nice if the sunlight in other parts of the world wasn't blocked by the bush leaves, he thought, and everyone else thought the same way.

Mr. Blasthole watched enviously as a little heat rose from his head. He is not blessed by the sun, and he does not get any light there. He turned over slightly, picked up his binoculars and looked across the valley.

On the opposite side of the river valley, the enemy who had been bombed out of the semi-underground fortifications had been converted into a completely underground building, and although the sun was shining, not a single enemy could be seen.

They didn't want to be too ostentatious, because swagger was going to cause trouble, and since the first time they were bombed, they have been hit five more times. Most recently, the night before, Mr. Gun's Eye suddenly got bored and hid in the military blanket and called for two heavy grenades.

As soon as the rear artillerymen got their hands on it, they dropped a dozen or so, and yesterday during the day, the enemy went up and carried out more than a dozen corpses.

Now it has been repaired by the turtle sons again, and reinforced concrete is used.

Basically, there is a repair and a bomb, and everyone fights hard.

Mr. Cannon Eye watched for a while, then suddenly cracked his lips and laughed: "New comrades, let's do it in the evening, and I will send you some gifts in the evening!" He spoke softly, as if talking to himself, and turned to the lower reaches of the valley, and continued his slow search.

It had not been more than two minutes before the clouds crowded and the cracks overlapped, and the light disappeared unceremoniously and memorably. Disappointed, he tilted his head, cursed something in a low voice, and buckled up his helmet.

The clouds in the sky were not a harbinger of a real sunny day, and they had learned meteorology, and the knowledge they had gained was very effective.

Now it is a luxury for all to have warm sunlight shining on the earth.

Continue to stay up like this until the end of the mission, and then you may be able to get some rest when you go back.

He helplessly picked up the telescope in front of him, and was about to turn around, when he suddenly felt a strange itch in his crotch.

It's something crawling on the rotten crotch, but don't be an ant again. He writhed his body, his lower body was basically numb, and this itch was extraordinary. Through his pants, he scratched it a few times, and the itch stopped.

But after a while, it itched again. He slowly loosened his belt with his hands, moving little by little, and he wanted to take off his pants to take a look. I haven't taken off my pants for a few days, and the last time I took them off, the rotten crotch was stuck to my pants, and it took a long time to take them off.

Seeing that he was constantly moving, Mr. Blasteye was a little worried, and asked softly, "Forward, what are you doing?" Is it a foot pain or? ”

Mr. Guneye looked forward, he was a little strange, the wound on his foot was obviously almost healed, and he would never have to twist his lower body to relieve the pain like now.

"I don't know how, itchy." After finishing moving forward, he turned sideways, took off his trousers and looked at it, only to see blood flowing. The inner thighs are crawling densely packed with swollen mountain leeches.

"**** your mother's!" Xiang Xiang cursed in a low voice in panic and disgust, with a bitter look on his face.

He was so scared of this cold-blooded thing that he was disgusted. Mr. Guneye was secretly happy, grinning a little gloatingly.

"**** your mother! Dog!! I have to strangle you one by one! Looking forward at the bulging leeches, I don't know how much blood they have sucked, and they hate it very much.

"Onward! What's up? Wang Zongbao, who was a little behind him, asked.

Forward replied, "It's okay!" ”

He waved his hand at him and motioned for him not to come over so as not to be exposed.

He gritted his teeth, closed his lips, and slowly picked up the sucking stuff with a twig, wiped a handful of blood there, and put his pants back on.

Now that the things were in front of him, he gently raised his lips and slowly counted them one by one: "One, two, three...... Don't move, eighteen, nineteen...... Twenty-seven! He looked up: "Twenty-seven have sucked my blood!" See if I don't cut their bellies one by one! ”

He took out his dagger.

The gunner, looking at the lower reaches of the river valley in front of him, said softly: "Hehe, twenty-seven, is it?" I'll avenge you, about forty yellow dogs have come with their tails crossed. ”

Moving forward, not bothering to settle accounts with his new enemy, he quickly picked up his binoculars.

The gunners said: "On the D51 path, there are three firewood knives in front. ”

Moving forward to search for their newly formed garrison on the hill No. 51 of the enemy territory, they saw a reinforced platoon of troops, carrying guns on their backs, walking in the grass on the edge of the dense forest. In front of them, three villager-looking people were leading the way.

Walk forward and say, "That's the agent, blow them all up!" ”

About two minutes later, the artillery group covered firing began. Mister Guneye corrected his target, and forwarded to deal with the enemies in front of him who had sucked the blood from his body, slashing them to death with a dagger.

A heavy cannon smashed down, and the smoke billowed over the small high ground by the river valley, and I didn't have the heart to look carefully with a telescope when I was moving forward. When the smoke cleared, it began to rain again.

The rain did not stop until about four o'clock in the afternoon, but the sky was still overcast, and there was no sign of a sunny day.