Chapter 392:

The battle lasted for more than an hour, and at this point, the results of the count were completed, and a total of 15 enemies were killed, and 10 enemies were hidden in the cave, including one second lieutenant platoon commander of the Vietnamese devil. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Two Type 54 pistols, 10 Soviet-made submachine guns, three domestically produced Type 56 automatic rifles, more than 400 rounds of ammunition, 20 grenades, a telescope, a military map, a dagger and some other materials were seized. There were no casualties on our side during the battle.

"He's got rich, he's lucky today." After the battlefield was cleaned, Xiao Mubai couldn't help but have a hint of joy on his face.

The first phase of the battle, this is over. Xiao Mubai received an order from the regimental headquarters to ask them to retreat and repair. After several rounds of tossing and turning, after the first phase of the operation, he returned to the barracks of the 40th Division and rested for a few days.

The 119th Regiment took Songmaoling in nine minutes, and the 118th Regiment advanced slowly and suffered heavy casualties. But in any case, the task of attacking the main peak of Lao Son and occupying more than 10 positions of the Vietnamese army this time can be regarded as completed.

All that remains is a matter of holding the Vietnamese army's counterattack and further attacking the Yin Mountain, east of the Bali River.

However, the offensive task was no longer won by the 118th Regiment, but by the 40th Regiment of the 117th Division. The 118th Regiment only needed to defend against the infiltration of Vietnamese agents.

On this day, Xiao Mubai came out alone and sat on the light-capped stone on the mountain behind the barracks for a long time. A person is silent, thinking about some so-called thoughts.

In the past few days since I came back, it has been rainy and foggy, but now it is sunny again. The rainy season starts to rain endlessly, and it is rare to see such a sunny day that is not stuffy, and it feels really good to come here and sit.

Xiao Mubai is not like others, he can send letters to his family when he is free, he doesn't need it.

Zhang Wenshu wrote a letter yesterday, and the secretary of the company who came into the city took it and delivered it. When the secretary returned, he brought back some goodies, a single-card tape recorder and a few cassettes of popular songs from Hong Kong and Taiwan.

It's really boring in the troops, especially the front-line combat units, who spend all day with death and do whatever they want.

Although Xiao Mubai has not been a soldier for a long time, he has always been fighting, and he seems to be a little tired of being quiet like this.

In the past few months, I have been constantly killing and wounding the enemy, or watching the enemy being killed and wounded, and of course, watching my own people being killed and wounded, and saying in my heart that nothing is false.

But what Xiao Mubai is a little unclear, it doesn't seem to matter, but it seems to be uncomfortable.

On the road ahead was the team heading to the front, the men of the 40th Regiment of the 117th Division. Looking at the past, the full flow of military vehicles and heavily armed soldiers has been rushing forward.

Those heavy self-propelled guns were covered with camouflage nets, and the barrels were pointed high at the sky.

The sky was blue, and the drooping white clouds were stacked one by one, where the heavens and the earth met, not moving, as if they were also looking at these soldiers who were rushing to the front line.

Xiao Mubai felt that it was hard to be a soldier, and all the people who carried guns were hard. Foreign soldiers, domestic soldiers, mercenaries, or pirates have their heads pinned to their belts.

Here, in particular, the perennial frontier guards are the most suffering, and among the frontier troops, the garrison troops on their southwestern border have suffered the most in recent years.

Not to mention anything else, the climate of this place alone, high temperature and humidity, guns are easy to rust, let alone outsiders.

Their battalion is a little better, it is stationed at the foot of the mountain, and in these years while fighting and building, the officers and men have a decent station, they can cultivate vegetables in the wasteland, raise chickens and pigs, and eat and drink.

Some of the garrisons were on the mountains, and the soldiers who came to serve as soldiers on the border had not even lived in a decent house with walls for several years.

Living in a shack all the year round, sleeping in a military cave, having no water to wash clothes, let alone taking a bath, the amount of oil in military uniforms, and the mud on his body can form lumps Next, the beard with long hair and beard surpassed Marx, dirty and unkempt, and completely became a savage.

After a few years, he fell ill and became a waste without casualties.

It is true that the barracks are the homes of the soldiers.

Compared with other companies, everyone in the battalion has a special affection for these houses down the mountain. This sentiment lies in the fact that everyone is willing to build it with sweat and defend it with their lives.

Whoever spreads wilderness in front of his own house or knocks on the door of his own house will die.

But who can say clearly, the agents of the Vietnamese devils are not vegetarians, and there are many cases of infiltration and sabotage. At this time, the barracks under the mountain are quiet, seemingly peaceful, but it does not mean that the next second will be safe.

And what about the people on the highway in front of them?

Those soldiers who are constantly driving from the rear to the front line are about to feel the hardships and fatigue of their border guards during their future garrison periods, and they are even more facing the most important test -- life and death.

Soldiers must not be afraid of death!

A slogan often shouted by soldiers is "Don't be afraid of sacrifice, overcome all difficulties, and strive for victory!" ”。

There should be no fear of death or sacrifice, because death is always with us. As long as you are at the front line, the test of life and death comes from any time and place, and there is no room for negotiation.

You'll have to keep your nerves on the ground, as you could die and potentially your comrades die if you're not careful. Sometimes, even if you are very careful, accidents will happen......

For these, Xiao Mubai felt a lot. Now that he is looking at the advancing troops, he can only wish them from the bottom of his heart, wishing good luck to those brothers and sisters who have come from a distant place and gone to the front line.

"It's all alive, I don't miss arms or legs when I go back, what I look like when I come, what I look like when I go. Rejoice on the day of triumph, don't leave anything behind, leave anything behind! A lifetime of regret. ”

Just as he was in such a trance, someone suddenly called him: "Old Xiao, what are you thinking?" I shouted at you dozens of times below, and you didn't pay attention. Look at the way you look very worried, is it the same thing that my brother thinks of my sister? ”

Under the sun, Lao Chen snorted and panted, came up and swung a punch, hitting Xiao Mubai's leg dangling in front of the rock.

Xiao Mubai let out an "ah" as if he had just woken up from a dream and said, "What? ”

Lao Chen, who came up breathlessly, said: "I ask you if you are thinking about the sister at home?" ”

Seeing him panting with his mouth open, Xiao Mubai didn't know why, so he said, "I don't know what you said." Looking for me, isn't it? Tell me, what the hell are you doing like this? ”

Lao Chen's breathing was not so rapid, and he only took two steps and leaned against the rock below him, holding a dogtail in one hand and hanging it on his ear. Seeing him like this, Xiao Mubai really didn't understand, so he asked, "What the hell is going on?" ”

Lao Chen said: "It's okay! I saw you sitting here like a bodhisattva, motionless, and you shouldn't shout at you, and I thought you were stupid, so I climbed up and watched for a movement.

Tell me, what is it that fascinates you so much, that you are stupid? Are you thinking about that-" Nunu said, stretching out his hand and pointing downward, as if smiling.

What Lao Chen said is nothing more than the little between men and women. It is normal for people who are soldiers to think about things when they have nothing to do.

Xiao Mubai still didn't understand why, so he didn't express it.

・・・・・・・・・ (To be continued.) )