The defense platoon commander continued: "I ask comrades to rest assured that our platoon is a collective elite team in the whole regiment's military competition, and its combat effectiveness is one of the best if not to mention strong. ”

Move forward and ask how the battle was going.

The other party replied: "We didn't have a single casualty in the battle just now, not even a single hair was lost, but the enemy killed three people, and one was slightly wounded, and we were caught, and now we are falling on the kapok tree outside." If you are not satisfied, and you want to get angry tomorrow, please go to the tree early in the morning to do something. ”

When a few wounded soldiers heard this, they thought it was very interesting and couldn't help but smile.

The soldier who had just written the letter asked, "Is that all right?" Can I continue to light candles and write letters? ”

The platoon commander replied: "Yes!" I won't say much else, please rest well, comrades, and I'll go out and have a look. ”

A wounded soldier asked, "I didn't hurt my hand, you said I could go to the tree early tomorrow morning to do something?" ”

The platoon commander was crisp and neat: "Yes!" ”

The other party laughed: "It's better not to fight, our People's Liberation Army treats prisoners preferentially!" ”

The platoon commander was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Nonsense! I never treat them well! If you catch it, you will fight. Will be subject to the king's life outside! If it's pleasing to the eye, hit it lightly, and if it's not pleasing to the eye, anyway, his bones are hard, so he will start harder. Agents can't fight if they don't fight, they're no better than others, I hate this kind of fucking sneaky guy the most! ”

As he was talking, suddenly, another gunshot "snapped" outside, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Here we go again, back to the carbine! Damn, fortunately, Lao Tzu explained in advance, telling the comrades not to relax their vigilance, ordering the cancellation of rest, and the first-level combat readiness of all the soldiers until dawn. Presumably the agents had come back to save the companion who was hanging under the tree. The platoon commander said with a submachine gun in one hand and went out in a hurry.

Outside there was another burst of gunfire.

I have a lot of questions in my heart at this time, but I can't get answered, and I have to wait until tomorrow.

At dawn, the sky was gray and visibility was still low. Last night's question had become less important after dawn, and he didn't bother to inquire about the answer.

With the help of his comrades-in-arms, he went out with everyone. Last night's battlefield hadn't been cleaned yet, and the mess after the fierce battle could be seen everywhere.

On the grass under the kapok trees, the corpses of the enemy were dragged together and lined up. One of them had lost its lower body, and the upper half of its body was also bloody, and it was impossible to look at it a second time.

The man hanging from the tree is still there, but no one is fighting.

As he continued to move forward with the help of Wu Anbang, he saw a platoon of troops sent by the nearby garrison troops to strengthen the defense in the dense fog and carefully patrol the surroundings.

Of course, this is necessary, and it is better to be sloppy than to do nothing.

At this time, another group of military workers came, and they should have set off before dawn, bringing with them a lot of much-needed materials, including life-saving medicine and a batch of mortar shells used by the infantry to enhance their combat effectiveness.

Ask when you will set off and continue to the rear, and you will be answered quickly, that is, immediately.

Early in the morning, everyone left the place and continued to walk back. The mountain roads are crooked and muddy, and those military workers are suffering, transporting supplies day and night, and when they go back, they often have to rescue the wounded, and there is no easy work.

After ten o'clock, everyone went to the base of an attack company nearby, had breakfast, and rested for a while. Here, everyone saw their own fellow countrymen, more or less, acquaintances and non-acquaintances, all very affectionate.

The company was about to push forward and capture one of the opponent's hills. I don't know when I'll start it, but I've done a good job in combat training, I'm very dedicated, and I'm very serious.

Rest for a while, then continue walking back, this time staying at the rear base for a long time.

……

The county town in the rear was full of soldiers, and the old company commander, who had been promoted to battalion commander, with his communicator, and a few strange northern soldiers huddled under the eaves in front of a grocery store to avoid the rain.

The stool has long been occupied by the people inside, inside and out, except for the boss, a room of people, giggling, smoky, similar to the rainy and foggy weather here.

The rainy day is annoying, and there is a gray fog everywhere, wrapped in raindrops, and the visibility is not good at all. The battalion commander was not interested in the giggling of the young soldiers around him, they were all trying to get the attention of the grocery store owner's daughter.

If the battalion commander can't see through this, he'll die. But he can't care about it, these young and turbulent guys are energetic, so there is no way, as long as he doesn't violate the relevant discipline, he doesn't see it when he closes his eyes.

In a short time, military vehicles sped through the streets, full of soldiers, fully armed.

These eighteen or nineteen-year-old young people, with their enthusiasm for serving the country, left their hometowns and relatives and friends to the front line, what can people say?

Many people will become warriors, martyrs, grow up or die under artillery fire, and they may even shout and fight bayonets with the rushing enemy on the battlefield, and after killing the other side, they will be killed by more people who will come up from the other side, and they will die with the enemy in pain and will never surrender.

What a heroic spirit to swear to death and not to be taken prisoner!

Looking at the vehicles speeding through the streets and making a splash, and the vehicles were full of solemn-looking soldiers, the battalion commander suddenly had an indescribable taste in his heart, which was strange, and reminded him of those brothers who died tragically in the war, with a sore nose and a blocked throat, and wanted to cry.

Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety cannot be both, how many young people around the age of twenty are buried in the mountain jungle here? How many families have been left in pain because of their war deaths?

The dead are gone, but what about the survivors? Who will heal the wounds in their hearts? Those white-haired mothers, those rickety fathers, who can take care of the feelings after losing their beloved son?

The battalion commander suddenly wanted to go home and get drunk with his silent old father.

He could no longer accept the death of anyone he knew, and he suddenly remembered to move forward, the young man whom he had felt at first glance, the boy with good features and a lofty spirit, was indeed a man of manufacturability.

At the beginning, he thought that he should be able to bring out some achievements, how to say? It turned out that his judgment was not wrong. He regarded them as his own brother, even more than his own brother.

There are also those soldiers who he has figured out his personality, preferences, family background, etc., and those simple young people who have been baptized by fire, and now they are the biggest concern in his heart.

But the more he wanted to know a little about their situation, the more he couldn't, and the people above didn't reveal any news to him, so he was very dissatisfied lately.