"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Urging Li Guoshi forward, he quickly walked through the jungle at night.

They were all sweating.

But no one felt that it was hard. It had to be quickened again, immediately far away. If you catch up, it's very bad, it's hard to get rid of.

They evacuated several mountains in one go.

It's finally time to stop and rest.

By a small river, they washed their faces, drank water, felt much more comfortable, and ate something, and immediately their strength rose again.

Safely evacuated for two days.

Go forward and ask Li Guoshi if there is anything new and interesting, and give it to play.

Li Guoshi said no.

Moving forward sighed.

He knew that Li Guoshi had answered like this.

Both of them just want to have something to do sooner, because resting means boredom.

Forwarding was going to meet with a fellow countryman, but something was going on and they had to leave immediately. This is a must, and it cannot be delayed by half a point.

It was raining heavily in the dark of night.

There was fierce fighting ahead, and the miserable green flares shot into the air one after another, and the sound of gunfire and fighting cries on the hilltop position became a one.

Turbidity, blood, valleys, stumps, guns, corpses, roars were intertwined, all fearful and chaotic.

Going to the front again, moving forward was to follow the men of the artillery battalion reconnaissance squad and take their hitchhiker.

Everyone was crowded, the body was shaking, and the closer to the front line, the worse the condition.

As they marched, they felt nervous and frightened as they walked forward, and some of them were shaking. He knew that most of the people who went to the front for the first time were like this, and there was nothing strange about it, and he had experienced the fear of entering the battlefield for the first time, so he sympathized with them in his heart.

When they get used to it, maybe they will be bolder than leopards in battle, as if they were playing.

It should be certain that no one is born into a hero who is not afraid of death.

When you have to fight for your life in the face of the enemy, everyone will become brave and strong as a last resort.

Due to the darkness of the night and the tarpaulin cover, nothing could be seen in the car.

Straightened his waist forward, and felt the fear and helplessness of life and death in the silence of everyone.

At this time, the group of bullets above his head was roaring and flying forward, some falling deep into the enemy, and some directly smashing into the high ground on the opposite side of the river valley.

The ground trembled for a while, and it was clearly felt in the car.

From time to time, artillery shells from the enemy also fell on this side of the road, and some landed in the paddy fields next to the cars, and the explosion was earth-shattering, and the splashing muddy water hit the tarpaulin, crackling, and extremely shocking.

You can't see the outside in the car, and you can't actually see anything on a rainy night.

But listening to the shocking rumbling of cannons nearby, not to mention the newcomers, the whole person's thinking seemed to have stagnated as they moved forward.

The only thing you can do now is to ask for your own blessings and not to be hit by the enemy's stray artillery.

A deputy section chief of the Secretary Section of the Political Department of the ××th Infantry Division beside him didn't know what he was saying to others, and he didn't understand moving forward.

But it is estimated that they are some encouraging words, which are cheering up the people in the artillery reconnaissance squad, or they may be talking to themselves out of fear to give themselves courage.

Moving forward, I have never understood why there are cadres of such an infantry division and direct organs coming down to huddle with the people of the front-line artillery reconnaissance squad.

Maybe he made some mistake and was assigned to this class to suffer?

Moving forward can only be conjectured. When I first got in the car and heard his own introduction, I guessed that maybe this guy wanted to make a great contribution and asked to go down to the front line, but later from the moment he entered the war zone, his performance was a little different.

In fact, there was one thing he didn't expect, and the most likely scenario was to hitchhike, like him, as an infantry sniper, to take the artillery unit to the front line to complete the tasks he was given.

At this time, I heard the deputy section chief say loudly to a soldier next to him whose body was trembling terribly: Revolutionary soldiers, don't be afraid, be brave.

But moving forward a little bit doesn't find it useful.

He feels that being a man, especially at this time, has to face reality, and rhetoric does not play any role.

Although the ideological weapon works, in the face of the most realistic situation, how can the flesh and blood withstand the attack of steel shells? Maybe as long as a stray cannon hits the car in the next second, everyone will be done in an instant.

At that point, it doesn't matter whether you are calm or afraid.

However, he knew that it was better to have someone to comfort him when he was scared, and at first he wanted to say something to the people around him who were scared and afraid, but he never said it.

He feels that there are some things that must be faced by himself, especially in the face of life and death, as a soldier, the choice before coming to the soldier has been done a long time ago, and everything has been thought about before going to the battlefield, so the rest is just an instinctive reaction.

If you don't feel comfortable, just give a little time and get used to it.

Now was the time to give them, the soldiers who were just starting out on the front, to adapt themselves, so he didn't say anything.

Although he was riding in a car, after a long time, he felt the weight of the armament on his shoulders moving forward, and he couldn't stop stretching his waist as if he was carrying a mountain, which was very hard.

The body jolted badly under the sound of artillery fire, and he loosened the strap on his right shoulder, which made his shoulder feel uncomfortable.

Except for the deputy section chief just now, no one spoke now, just huddled together like that at night, no one could see each other's faces clearly.

The further forward it went, the heavier the rain became, and it seemed to swallow everything.

The artillery fire on both sides became more and more intense, and it was estimated that the enemy was making all efforts to seize the lost positions and carry out retaliatory artillery bombardment on all fronts.

The daytime briefing said that the friendly troops had taken an important high ground at the cost of two dead and fifteen wounded, and the enemy, of course, was not willing to accept defeat, and in addition preferred to fight at night, it was reasonable to take advantage of the bad weather of heavy rain and pouring rain to launch a fierce attack.

On rainy nights, the temperature is very high, it should be 356 degrees.

There was no wind in the car, and he only felt that his whole body was very hot, and his whole body was sweating.

It can be said that he longed to be in the rain, to take off his weight from head to toe, and to get soaked, so that it would be more enjoyable.

A heavy howitzer landed under the ridge on the side of the road and exploded, and the road instantly collapsed into a large gap, and the car almost couldn't pass.

In an instant, a loud noise accompanied by flashes of light and smoke rushed through, enveloping a dozen different faces in the night rain.

At this time, the officers and men in the car all shut up and were silent, holding their submachine guns tightly and not speaking, and they were so nervous that they couldn't speak, and every officer and soldier felt frightened.

The warzone roads were potholed, and the bodies were so jolted that they could shake off the stones in the patient's gallbladder. When the car writhed and shook over the highway another dangerous place to blow up.