"This question is left for future party history experts and people with a habit of evidence to study, hehe! I just want to say one thing, I'm proud of the military! Forward said suddenly and forcefully in the dark, and there seemed to be pride in his tone.

"Classical!" The platoon commander sighed again and continued: "Having the leadership of the party is combat effectiveness. ”

"What do you say? It is more esoteric than what the political commissar said, we are small soldiers, and our political ideology is backward, and we don't understand it very well. Ma Xiaobao, who was in the dark corner, yawned and said.

"Go, go, this is a dialogue between senior officials, your ideological level is not enough, you must strengthen learning. After you go back, ask each of the troops to give you a copy of Maoxuan, go to the office of the political commissar to study for three months, and then come out, and then the level of understanding may be different. The hygienist said.

"Yo, what level are you? Isn't it just a hygienist? At most, it's a high school level. Who isn't? One of his comrades-in-arms teased, "Are you really good at sycophancy?" There are only two small platoon commanders here, look at your envy, and what about the senior commander, do you think this is a Kuomintang army? ”

Everyone laughed and was very happy.

"Listen, it's thundering outside!" Amid laughter, a soldier sitting at the mouth of the pit interrupted the group.

Everyone listened attentively, and in the cold and dark rainy night outside, the thunder rumbled across the sky.

"Fuck! It seems like a heavy howitzer is firing a salvo, I'll go out and see! The platoon commander hurriedly stood up again and felt out.

Everyone listened and waited.

After a while, the platoon commander came back and said, "Fortunately, the shelling is not in our direction." I don't know why, it is estimated that someone crossed the border to get them, and now it is long-range fire support. ”

Xiang Qian thought that this was not easy, so he said: "I'm afraid I have to fight for a while, this place is remote, and it is always too quiet at night, and I feel relieved when I hear the sound of artillery fire." ”

He was absolutely right.

Everyone nodded: "The artillery brothers in the rear fight slowly, it's better to fight until dawn, we support it spiritually!" ”

"Hey, I said comrades, squeeze in, don't take my place, it's not a matter of standing like this until dawn." In the dark, the platoon commander stepped over the legs, feet and bodies of several people, feeling that there was no gap, and he couldn't help but panic a little.

"Skinny monkey, I stepped on your bones, and my feet hurt! It has to be you, you move in, don't play dead and don't squeak. Tomorrow will be fine, after going to the military industry, there are waterproof materials, and each cat ear hole can build a good bed. ”

The thin monkey suddenly said, "Platoon leader, I want to sing a song - "Goodbye, Mom". Can? "The skinny monkey must not be able to sleep and is homesick.

Their platoon commander suddenly became a little impatient, and shouted in a low voice: "Don't sing, what are you singing in the middle of the night?" If you want to sing tomorrow, let you sing enough! ”

In the darkness, the thin monkey snorted and did not speak again.

But on this night at the front, his request evoked the homesickness of the awake people.

The night passed.

It's dark. At this time, the footsteps were swishing in the rain and fog, and everyone marched on the relatively open valley between the two mountains, stepping on the water and weeds, and the water splashed.

When I first came down the mountain, I didn't want to lie on a stretcher, thinking that I could still walk. So Wu Anbang was asked to hold him hostage, and the two went together.

But on the next steep hill, Wu Anbang stepped on the yellow mud and slipped down, pulled forward and rolled down for more than ten meters, and even the stretcher below was also upside down.

Wu Anbang was nothing, but his knee was broken with some skin and some blood oozed, but it didn't affect his walking.

Moving forward, it was miserable, the well-bandaged wound cracked, and the pain was so painful that the person bit his lip and became unable to move an inch. At this time, lying on the stretcher, his face was still pale, and he had no strength to speak.

Visibility was so low that the mountains were quiet, and the wind was unusually cold. The rain was not heavy, but it was unhurried, and under the pressure of hunger and cold, no one spoke, and the wounded were lying on improvised stretchers to be carried by the military workers, while the other fighters were fully armed to protect them.

Everyone was vigilantly watching their surroundings, keeping an eye out for even the slightest suspicious movement, especially the dense jungle and waist-high weeds.

Who isn't afraid of being ambushed by an enemy hiding inside? The agent is elusive, everyone knows these things, and they just know it.

The atmosphere is a little wrong and the terrain is terrible.

Wu Anbang walked on the right hand side of the stretcher where he was lying forward with a Bayi automatic rifle, leaning towards the hillside, pointing his gun at the mountain, and his spirit was highly tense.

All combatants were to fire in bursts, ready to fire fiercely into the hills and in the valley grass to counter the enemy's cold-gun attacks.

Because it was an open field, the passage was very fast, and only the sound of footsteps continued to sound, and the procession marched very fast.

After the people in front of the stream waded, the trees on the slopes on both sides were scarce, with low bushes and thorns, and the aircraft grass was especially dense.

The team was about to turn at the foot of the mountain, and although it was hard to come down all the way, the sentinels did not stop to rest, and the follow-up had to follow, not daring to stop.

Suddenly looked up and found that the treetops on the top of the mountain peak on the left shook a little, the distance between the two was very close, no more than fifty meters, Li Guoshi, who was walking in the front, was startled, immediately stopped, and made a gesture to stop.

Everyone watched as he and his two teammates had fallen on the spot, crawling towards a rock on their left, looking up at the movement on the top of the hill as they climbed.

The team responded in an instant.

Under the guidance of the combatants, the military workers quickly carried the stretcher to the place where the rock was used as cover, and then lowered it, and while disembarking the gun from the shoulder, completing the shooting preparation action, and looking for the nearest combat cover terrain.

Everyone centered on the wounded and set up a position.

Li Guoshi, who hit the outpost, lay down behind the rock and sent the gun out. It was a saddle-shaped mountain, high at the end and low in the middle, in front of them.

The hostile situation was on the high ground in front of the saddle on his left hand side, which remained to be observed further.

Behind him, the scout fighters had widened the distance, seizing the terrain on both sides to make further preparations for battle.

It was a gloomy noon with a bleak and cold rain, and Squad Leader Ge took on the command duty. Through observation, I found that the terrain was unusually unfavorable to me.

If the enemy agents occupy the hills on the left and right, they will only be beaten. At that time, I am afraid that the only thing that could be done was to organize fire to cover the passage of the stretcher team from the foot of the mountain in front.

He lay on the side of a small rock by the stream, picked up the water weeds, and through the rain and mist, he saw that the sharp knife team led by Li Guoshi was twenty meters in front of him, and he could see it quite clearly.