Six days is eight. I wish all friends in the military a holiday season! Chapter 25 Hemp Rope

When I poked my head out of the ravine again, the Pershing was already on fire. There were a few screams of heart-splitting screams from the fire. If it was before, I might still be unbearable about this, but now, in my heart, there is only happiness and hatred!

Only then did I realize that war had made me more and more cruel and numb.

Now I can be said to be disregarding the lives of my enemies as well as my own. Just like when I blew up the tank just now, I really wanted to end my life, I really wanted to leave this world of pain.

It is said that Western psychologists have studied this phenomenon, that is, veterans who have experienced too much on the battlefield, and in the end, they always do not care about the life and death of the enemy, and at the same time do not care about their own life and death. But such a person has the greatest chance of surviving on the battlefield. Because only in this state of mind can they not have mercy on the enemy on the battlefield, nor will they think too much about their own life and death, so when they encounter problems and difficulties on the battlefield, they can calmly think and solve the problems and difficulties with the best method and the least cost.

Psychologists attribute this phenomenon to a self-preservation function of human beings, and see it as an instinct of human beings to adapt to the harsh environment of human existence. Now I seem to be on the verge of reaching this point.

I might be glad that I have a better chance of survival, but I wonder if a person doesn't even care about his own life and death, then what does he care about.

"Deputy Battalion Commander Cui! Battalion Commander Cui Ge: "I don't know when Huzi has run to my side and has been calling me from the side.

"Hmm, what's wrong?. That's when I turned my attention away from the burning Pershing tank.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with you?. Huzi looked at me and smirked: "Comrades, you are nervous watching you blow up tanks!" Many comrades didn't see you rolling into the ditch, and they thought you were heroic. All of them are shouting to avenge you! I didn't expect you to have a single 'hair' hurt! Your kid's life is so hard, you can't die like this, this life is harder than that Iron King Ba! ”

"Go, go, go! What are you talking about?. I replied angrily: "You are like the Iron King Bali!" That's right. Zhao Yongxin: Why haven't they exploded yet? This Pershing won't be able to stop for long! ”

"The enemy's firepower is too fierce, and the terrain is not in our favor!" Huzi shook his head and said, "As far as you blow up the tank, they have already rushed up twice, and I see that they want to rush into the tunnel and ignite the 'medicine'!" Company Commander Zhao also personally led the team to rush up, and hung up the lottery, but they were all beaten back by the enemy's machine guns and artillery! ”

"Hmm! Company Commander Zhao hung up the lottery?. When I heard this, I grabbed my rifle and borrowed the "Pershing." The cover of the tanks crossed the road, and they lay on the ground and looked at the road, and there were really many fighters attacking the tanks along the road. But the road is too narrow. The strength of the fighters of the Volunteer Army simply could not be deployed. The enemy seemed to be able to easily block the attack of the volunteers with only one tank gun and machine gun.

After looking in the crowd next to me for a while, I soon found Zhao Yongxin with a bandage on his head. So he ran up and asked, "How is the injury?" Seriously not? ”

"Report to Deputy Battalion Commander Cui, don't get in the way." When Zhao Yongxin saw that it was me, a trace of shame flashed in his eyes: "Report to Deputy Battalion Commander Cui, me." I failed to complete the task" The mouth of the tunnel has been sealed by enemy tanks, and if you want to enter the tunnel to detonate the 'charge', you must shoot down the enemy tank, otherwise

"Hmm!" At this time, I couldn't help but smile bitterly, the problem now is that the enemy's tanks are parked at the mouth of the tunnel, and if you want to enter the tunnel to detonate the 'medicine', you have to blow up the tanks that are blocked in front of the tunnel one by one, but "If we can blow up so many tanks, what else do we want to do in this Laoshzi tunnel?"

"Deputy Battalion Commander Cui" Zhao Yongxin gritted his teeth and said: "Don't worry, this is because I haven't done a good job, even if I try my best, I have to blow up these tanks!" ”

"Fight? How do you want to spell it? ”

"I, I want to divide the army into three ways." Zhao Yongxin hesitated and replied: "One road at each end of the highway, and another road on the ditch, as long as a soldier rushes into the tunnel, you can light the explosives.

"It's not okay to fight like this!" I shook my head and said: "Even if there are more troops at both ends of the road, the enemy will only be defended by one tank, the ditch is narrow and there is no shelter, no matter how many soldiers go up, it will not be able to withstand the toss of more than a dozen tanks, cannons, and machine guns, not to mention that the enemy still has the support of aircraft, if the enemy planes come to bomb again."

As soon as I said this, Zhao Yongxin was speechless. After all, all this is a fact, the firepower of the "Pershing" tank is obvious to all, if it really fights like this, it is very likely that the fighters will not be able to rush in even if they are all gone!

This damn rope, I can't help but curse secretly, just one broken rope will make us suffer such a big loss, and there is even the possibility of the whole army being wiped out!

Wait, rope! Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be moved, turned around and asked, "Is the burned rope still there?" How long is it? ”

"Rope?. Hearing this, Zhao Yongxin couldn't help but be stunned. After hesitating, he replied: "You should keep it, you have to ask the old squad leader!" ”

"Yes". After finding the old squad leader, he asked. Soon got a positive answer: "I almost got to the foot of the mountain, and I threw it into the trench at that time, and I don't know where I lost it?" What are you looking for that thing for?.

Hearing that I was young, I turned around and ran towards Shanbu with the old squad leader and Zhao Yongxin. After a while of 'groping' and 'groping' in the muddy water of several mountains, I finally found the bundle of hemp rope that was originally used to pull the explosive 'medicine' bag, and I grabbed one end of it and lowered it down the cliff, and the rope slid down the cliff like a long snake. Sure enough, as the old squad leader said, Da sighed and was more than a distance away from 'Mao' Mi to the foot of the mountain.

Beneath the cliff was the mouth of the tunnel, in front of which a Pershing tank was quietly parked, but it was so focused on the open ravine that it did not notice the small hemp rope hanging over its head.

"What Deputy Battalion Commander Cui meant" Seeing this, Zhao Yongxin seemed to understand it, looked at the hemp rope, and then looked at the tank below, and couldn't help but shout with joy on his face: "Hey! This can be done, or Deputy Zhuo Zhuo has a way! ”

"What?" The old squad leader still didn't understand a little, but looked at the burned rope in a daze and said, "Deputy Battalion Commander Cui, Company Commander Zhao, this rope has been broken, how can it still be a mile?" ”

"It's up to you!" I casually 'handed over' the hemp rope to the old squad leader and said, "I need someone to climb down this rope and detonate the explosives in the tunnel!" ”

"Hmm!" As soon as I said this, the old squad leader quickly understood, and he looked at me unexpectedly and said: "Sure enough, it's a good way, the Yankees' eyes are all staring at the other side of the ditch, how can they not notice the back, and besides, they are all hiding in the tank and can't see their heads at all, but this is the person who detonated the 'drug'."

When the old squad leader said this, everyone was silent. Everyone knows in their hearts that this is a task from which there is no return.

"Deputy Battalion Commander Cui, I request a mission!" As soon as Zhao Yongxin 'stood up', he asked me: "It is because I did not do my job well that so many soldiers sacrificed, I feel uncomfortable, let me go, and it can be regarded as a 'handover' generation for the sacrificed soldiers!" ”

"No!" The old squad leader immediately objected: "You are the company commander, if you go to that company, who will command!" Let me go! ”

"If I can't come back, you can choose another one!" Zhao Yongxin said lightly.

"It's easy to choose a company commander, but anyone can be a good company commander?"

"Not necessarily

"Stop arguing!" Hearing this, I couldn't help frowning, and said to the two of them: "We only have one chance, if we don't succeed, the enemy will soon be on guard, so we must be cautious." Let's choose a lighter weight, such a thin hemp rope can't bear too heavy a weight."

"I'm lighter than the old squad leader!" Zhao Yongxin hurriedly responded to the side: "I can also take off my cotton clothes and equipment to ensure that the task is completed!" ”

"Who said that" The old squad leader was not to be outdone.

I shook my head and stopped Zhao Yongxin and said, "Company Commander Zhao, you have a foot injury, and you just have a color on your head, so you will have difficulty climbing down by holding the rope!" ”

"Deputy Battalion Commander Cui, me

"Say no more!" I interrupted Zhao Yongxin's words: "You have to remember that you can't be rash in war, if you go to lose your 'life' or a trivial matter, if you can't complete the task, then you will have to lose the 'life' of more comrades-in-arms!" I command. 'Give' the task to the old squad leader! Company Commander Zhao led a company of soldiers to make a feint in the river ditch to attract the attention of the enemy's tanks! ”

"Yes!" Zhao Yongxin and the old squad leader glanced at each other, and then responded together.

"Do you know where the explosives are buried?" I looked at the kind old squad leader, gritted my teeth and said, "The light in the tunnel may not be good, and there may be some corpses." Your task is to find the right location for the explosives pack, and then,"

"I understand! Deputy Battalion Commander Cui, don't worry, the explosive 'medicine' bag was buried by my own hands, and it is cooked! The old squad leader narrowed his eyes and smiled, and wrinkles soon crept up on his face covered with cangsang.

Listening to his tone and expression, I couldn't believe that he was talking about a mission that would never return, more like discussing whether he would 'get lost' when he saw the string of 'doors' of relatives and friends.

"Hmm!" I nodded, I couldn't speak when I looked at the old squad leader, and after a long while, I gritted my teeth and ordered: "Get ready, act in ten minutes!" ”

"Yes!" The two responded very dryly. And they prepared to go.

At this time, my heart was heavy, because I felt that a simple command and a word could determine a person's life and death. Maybe it's power, something that many, many people in the world are chasing, but I don't like it at all.

Before going down the mountain, I found that the old squad leader didn't need to prepare at all. He spent the last ten minutes of his life squatting in the pit to 'smoke' what little he had left, and at the same time, he was reluctant to 'smoke' the tobacco he had left. Later, I learned that he had no relatives, parents, wife, and children. All of them were killed by Japan during the Anti-Japanese War, and he crawled out of the pile of dead people.

Ten minutes passed quickly, and as soon as I gave the order, the fighters rushed towards the tank group along the ditch shouting loudly, this move was crazy, not to mention that there was no concealment on the ditch, the fighters were completely under the fire of the enemy tanks, even if the fighters rushed to the enemy's tanks, and even climbed on the tanks, they would be powerless against these "Pershing" tanks because there were no explosive "charge" packs and anti-tank grenades.

So there are also people who don't understand this order I have given, but an order is an order, even if there is a fire pit in front of it, even if you know that it is death, you still have to carry it out.

I didn't dare to tell the fighters that this was just a feint, because I was afraid that the soldiers would 'expose' their flaws and let the U.S. troops find out, and more importantly, I considered that if I told the soldiers that this was just a feint, the soldiers would be afraid and worried. The casualties may be greater "I just 'handed over' Zhao Yongxin, when the soldiers are suppressed by the enemy's fire, don't give the order to rush forward desperately."

As a result, the soldiers all rushed forward without knowing the truth, and the sound of machine guns and explosions soon became one, and the artillery fire and machine guns of more than a dozen tanks were aimed at the river ditch for a burst of indiscriminate bombardment, and only the mud and gravel were 'chaotic' flying, and occasionally bullets and shells hit the river, which could always 'stir up' a string of water 'flowers' and the curtain was a column of water that soared into the sky.

Bullets and shells rained down on the ditch, weighing down the soldiers, but they continued to leap up from their hiding spots and rush towards the enemy, and then in a few moments they were shot down

From some. In terms of it, I'm also cruel. Because of these sacrificed warriors, they didn't know until they died that they were just feints, which made me feel like I was deceiving them. They knew that with their own weapons, there was no way to blow up these tanks, but they still rushed forward with a belief and a 'spirit' at the risk of death.

And all of this is for the hemp rope on the cliff, to make the US military ignore the hemp rope above their heads.

At this time, I noticed a black dot on the cliff, which was slowly moving down the mountain.

Looking through the scope on the rifle, I noticed that the old squad leader had made some preparations, he had taken off his wet and heavy cotton clothes, and he had some strips of cloth wrapped around his hands. He didn't bring anything with him except a shovel strapped to his back. The strip of cloth kept his hand from holding the hemp rope from pain, and the shovel was supposed to be used to dig up the bag of explosives. Besides. He was covered in mud all over his body, and from a distance he looked like a lump of mud on a cliff, and I think he rolled in the muddy water before he came down.

Looking at these, I couldn't help but secretly praise, the so-called ginger is still old and spicy, and the old squad leader's consideration is still very thoughtful and meticulous.

The old squad leader slowly climbed under the cliff. He can't slide down the hemp rope, in that case the hemp rope is likely to break because it can't bear the weight, so he can't be fast, he has to be very careful to put most of the weight on his feet, step by step down.

Seeing the old squad leader cross the halfway up the mountain and slowly approach the foot of the mountain, my heart also lifted, and at the same time, the rifle in my hand kept moving back and forth between the old squad leader and the enemy's tanks. The Yankees hid in the tanks and had a hard time spotting the movement above their heads, but once someone lifted the lid and emerged from the tank, the old squad leader would be the best target. So my mission is to take out the Yankees who dare to come out in the first time.

A little bit, a little bit down, it seems that the old squad leader is only a dozen meters from the ground, my hand holding the gun can't help but tighten, and my heart also stops beating two beats. But that's when a sudden change struck. With a whistling sound, another Mustang fighter plane emerged from the clouds.

The two planes, perhaps summoned by the "tank commandos", were immediately engaged in battle as soon as they emerged from the clouds, and soon rows of bullets and bombs poured down on the volunteer soldiers in the ditch, and the river was blown up high. After washing away the blood from the ditch, it flowed back again, and the river soon turned a shocking red color. The corpses floated along with the river in different poses.

But what I'm concerned about is not these, what I'm worried about is whether these two planes will find the old squad leader,

Soon my worries became a reality, a plane suddenly swooped down towards the old squad leader who was still climbing on the Habi, and with a dense machine gun sound, the stones on the wall were broken into pieces like tofu and fell down, and the old squad leader's figure couldn't help but pause. But fortunately, it is also very dangerous for the plane to dive towards the cliff. In order to avoid crashing into the mountain, it quickly climbed without firing a few shots.

But the falling rubble on the cliff seemed to make the American tankers realize something, and soon two tanks opened the hatches, and two heads emerged from it,,

"Bang bang". With the sound of two gunshots, the two heads were quickly shattered, and the chamber of my gun made a "clang" sound of clips popping out.

Almost at the same time, the hatch of another tank opened, and another U.S. observer popped up, and he soon spotted the old squad leader climbing down above his head, before I could load the magazine. He '' the submachine gun in his hand and "vomited" with a shuttle of bullets, and the old squad leader fell like a kite with a broken string.

Finished!

I slammed my fist hard, and the last glimmer of hope was shattered, and history could not be changed after all! I seemed to see the tragic scene of the volunteer soldiers being divided and surrounded by the US military in groups, and then bombarded by US planes and artillery.

"Deputy Battalion Commander Cui". The tiger cat ran to my side and shouted, "Let me go."

"Retreat!" I replied coldly.

"Retreat? That's it."

Execute Command. I yelled at the tiger almost hysterically.

"Yes!" Huzi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything, so he waved his hand at the soldiers fiercely and shouted: "Retreat!" ”

But at this moment, a heavy muffled sound came from the direction of the 83rd Heights, and each of us felt the ground under our feet shake violently. Then, in the eyes of the warriors with surprise and delight. The valley wall of the 3rd Heights collapsed, and the earth and gravel flowed down like a river and rushed towards the tanks on the road, swallowing them up in the blink of an eye. If you want to know what will happen next, please log in to Heart Murder Product, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!