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Chapter 33 of the curtain is shared with joys and sorrows

"Half of the people went back to the tunnel to take shelter from the rain, and the rest took off their cotton clothes and guarded outside!" Seeing this, I quickly ordered the soldiers: "The soldiers in the tunnel must ensure that all cotton clothes and *** are dry, and change people every half an hour!" ”

I didn't dare to call all the people into the tunnel to take shelter from the rain, because I was afraid that the enemy from two hundred meters away would suddenly launch a charge, so we didn't have to rush out of the tunnel to defend it.

So this is the only way, although it is very cold without wearing cotton clothes, but after wearing cotton clothes on the body to let the rain get wet, it will be colder than not wearing, rather than this, it is better to take off the cotton clothes and put them in the tunnel to keep them dry, and when the replacement goes back, there will be no cotton clothes to wear.

"Yes!" Hearing this, the warriors responded in unison, but they didn't see any movement for a long time, and Roller heard several warriors pushing each other:

"Take shelter from the rain first! I have good bones! ”

"You'd better go first! You're not completely healed! ”

Hearing this, I couldn't help but let out a wry smile, and I had to be knowledgeable when I gave the order! The word "half" in the order I gave just now is not a definite word, and when the soldiers carry it out, they will not be able to distinguish who should go into the tunnel to take shelter from the rain and who should stay outside, and it is normal for this kind of mutual concession and failure to carry out the order.

So I had to give a new order: "The first and second squads of the first platoon plus the second platoon will go back to the tunnel to take shelter from the rain first, and the other comrades will take off their cotton clothes and defend outside, and change their guards after half an hour!" ”

"Yes! The warriors answered, and this time my order was quickly carried out.

But as I was about to take off my cotton clothes, several soldiers immediately ran up and pulled me into the pit without saying a word.

"Company commander! No matter how we say it, we can't let you get drenched in the rain! ”

"That's it, we're still waiting for you to command the battle!"

"Yes! Company commander, when you shot just now, the comrades saw it so clearly, and you shot it twice! If this freezes you, it's not cheaper for those Yankees."

The soldiers were chattering and persuading, and the soldiers in the tunnel pulled me, and the soldiers outside the tunnel blocked me, putting on a look of saying that they would not let me out, and looked at me with a burst of heat in my heart.

The feelings between comrades-in-arms on the battlefield are truly life and death! What to be in the same boat. What kind of blood is an alliance, it is just lip service, where can it compare to living and dying together in the actual sense of this battlefield! No, the warrior and I have only been together for less than a few hours, and our friendship is as deep as that of brothers.

"Comrades!" I patted the soldiers on the shoulder with emotion and said, "I am your company commander, what is the company commander?" That is, I have to rush to the forefront in the war, I have to walk in the forefront when I endure hardships and hardships, and my comrades are drenched in the rain and cold outside. Can I hide in this tunnel? ”

As soon as I said this, the soldiers couldn't help but be silent, and the hand holding me slowly loosened, with a little more admiration and fire in their eyes.

Without hesitation, I took off my cotton coat and stuffed it into the hands of the soldiers, grabbed my rifle and rushed out of the pit with a ruthless heart, and the cold outside made me shiver. I couldn't help but cry out in my heart, if it weren't for the morale of the soldiers, I wouldn't want to suffer this crime!

Morale, morale! In this case, the morale of the troops is the most important, if I hide in the tunnel to avoid the rain, maybe I will be more comfortable, and the soldiers will not say anything, but their morale will definitely be hit, and there will definitely be some complaints in their hearts, and I am afraid that we will not be far from the total annihilation of the army.

On the other hand, if I can share the weal and sorrow with them, or even more than them, then the warriors will have nothing to say no matter how hard and tired they are. If some soldiers can't stand the pain and complain, then soon other fighters will cut out: "Don't you see that our company commander is not wearing cotton clothes and is freezing outside?" ”

Therefore, it is not easy to be a small leader, the more dangerous it is, the more you have to take the lead, and the more difficult it is, the more you have to set an example and set an example! There's no way, the leaders of these years are all like this, which is like our time,

The rain became heavier and heavier, the water on the ground became more and more, and my body became colder and colder, so cold that my upper and lower teeth were fighting, and I was shivering all over my body. Look at the warriors, all of them, all of them are frozen in the rain and their faces are pale.

This is not going to work, I thought to myself, after half an hour like this, even if the soldiers are not frozen to death, I don't think they will have any combat ability. Let's just talk about myself, my fingers are frozen and unconscious, my whole body can't help shaking, and I can't even hold the gun steadily, if the Yankees rush up at this time, let alone fight, whether I can complete the action of installing bullets is a question.

I took out my pocket watch and looked at the time, how could this damn time pass so slowly, it was not even eleven o'clock!

No, you can't stay like this, you have to make the fighters move. So I ordered: "Pass it on, and all the warriors outside the tunnel are running around the trenches!" ”

"Yes! Pass flat and go, all

The order was passed down by the soldiers one by one, and after a while the soldiers moved, at first the speed was relatively slow, and some of the soldiers were so cold that they couldn't stand up, but after running a few laps with the support of their comrades, they all became 'refreshed', and the speed became faster and faster.

At this time, when the U.S. troops heard that there seemed to be some movement on our position, they fired a line of flares and came up to take a look, and they couldn't help but be stunned. It was freezing on this day, and the Yankees were wearing leather coats and raincoats and stomping their feet and shivering one by one, but they saw groups of volunteer soldiers running in the rain almost shirtless.

Seeing this scene, those American soldiers couldn't help but shiver, it was a chill from the bottom of their hearts, and it was also a kind of fear, and it was incredible. At this point, if I could hear what they were saying, I think they must be saying, "Are these *** people crazy!" ”

Of course we weren't crazy, I ran forward with my feet full of muddy water, gritting my teeth and scolding, this is not all 'forced' by you, all we want is to survive! I want to live!

I don't know if the U.S. troops were frightened by this scene or what, but after a while they slowly retreated and disappeared into the darkness.

"Withdraw to the pit!" I certainly don't think they're going to stop there, I think they're pulling back because they're going to start shelling again.

Sure enough, we ran back to the tunnel and dried our upper bodies with our wool towels and put on cotton clothes, and the enemy's artillery rang out. After entering the tunnel, I realized that the soldiers who were hiding in the tunnel were not having a good time. In all the crevices and 'holes', the stagnant water ran desperately into it, and the ground was covered with mud, as if walking in a swamp, and there was no mud to bury the soles of the feet when you stepped on them. There are also water droplets dripping down the top of the head, and there will be a few "waterfalls" from time to time.

But instead of finding a way to keep our cotton clothes and marching backs dry, the warriors did so by holding them and using their bodies to block the drops of water dripping from the top of their heads. At first, we didn't know this, but when we took the dry 'wool' towels, marching quilts, and cotton clothes from their hands, we found that their hands were colder than ours, and when we 'touched' them, we found that many of them had wet cotton clothes.

Are they stupid? Or am I dreaming?

Coming from a modern age, sometimes it is really hard to imagine that there will be such selflessness and dedication in these worlds, but the facts are really in front of me and I have to believe it.

Half an hour later, the sound of the artillery slowly subsided, but to the surprise of the soldiers, the sound of the artillery did not stop immediately as usual, but continued to sound intermittently, firing every one or two minutes, and the American troops had no intention of rushing up.

"Listen! What is the sound? In the darkness, a volunteer soldier said in a trembling voice: "It seems that there is some motor sound."

"Your ears were shattered by a cannonball!" Another volunteer soldier was still in the mood to tease.

"Not like! I heard it too, it's the sound of the motor! ”

Hearing what the soldiers said, I also 'rubbed' my ears and listened carefully for a while. Sure enough, I heard some motor sounds in the rumbling cannons, and if I didn't pay attention to it, I would really ignore it.

What are the Yankees doing? I can't help but secretly suspect in my heart that the Yankees are so uncharacteristically shelling one by one, obviously trying to hide the sound of the motor, which sounds like a tank, but the highway bridge has been blown up, can their tanks still get by?

Listening to the direction of this sound, it seems to be coming from the side of the highway bridge,,

Not good! Thinking of this, I suddenly understood something, and shouted: "The enemy is building a bridge!" He didn't bother to take off his cotton clothes, grabbed his sniper rifle and ran out of the tunnel.

Braving the rain, I ran to the direction of the highway bridge and looked down, and sure enough, there were many American sappers and two engineering vehicles converted from Sherman tanks, which were busy on the highway bridge under the light of the headlights.

The Sher tank is a multi-purpose tank that can be transformed into a forklift, bridge-building truck, and engineering vehicle with a little modification, and it is precisely because of this that it is called the most practical tank by the US military, and it seems that it also comes in handy here now.

These Yankees were not stupid, and even thought of using the sound of artillery to cover up the sound of their bridge, and once they had built the bridge, they could have blocked us on the hill with their great firepower, and their large forces could safely cross the highway bridge to pursue the volunteers.

"Hey! This Yankee tank really works! At this time, several volunteer soldiers ran out with me, and they couldn't help but be taken aback when they saw this scene: "Company commander, we have to find a way to blow it up, if the enemy repairs the bridge, we won't be able to complete the task!" ”

"Company commander, let me go!" A volunteer soldier next to him volunteered as soon as he heard that he was going to blow up the bridge.

"You're going?. Hearing this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly, pointed to the dense US troops with submachine guns around the highway bridge and said, "How are you going to blow it up?" A guy goes up and kills all those Yankees, and then stuffs the explosives under their tanks? ”

"This" was asked by me this soldier couldn't help but be stunned, we don't have bazookas, recoilless guns and other long-range weapons in our hands, and even mortars are artillery without ammunition, now if we want to blow up a bridge or a tank, we can only rush to the enemy's position with an explosive 'charge' bag, but it is conceivable that there seems to be no other possibility for such a result except to blow ourselves up.

"Company commander! Then we can't just watch the American devils repair the bridge."

Of course not, I smiled softly: "Go get two explosives and pack them, follow me!" Be careful not to get wet."

"Yes!" Soon a fighter returned to the pit and carefully followed him with two explosive 'charge' bags wrapped in a marching cover.

I ran with my soldiers in the rain for a while, and then I jumped out of the trench and ran towards a hill.

A few days ago, when I was studying the sniper position of the US snipers, I had already studied every part of this high ground thoroughly, so I knew very well that the ridge was directly above the highway bridge. A few men ran to the edge of the hill and leaned their heads out of the ground to take a look, and sure enough, the two tanks were roaring below, creaking the steel bridge with their huge shovels.

The Yankees' equipment is really advanced, and if these 30-odd meters of highway bridges are to be repaired by our volunteers. It would have to be a few days and nights, and this would still be in the case of a large number of people, and the bridge that was built could not be said to be a "boom" when a car drove over, and all the cars with the bridge would collapse

But if you let the Yankees 'get it', I think it will only take an hour to do it, and it's all steel, so it's no problem to walk the tank, and I'm afraid that the repaired one will be stronger than the original.

But who let you touch me? Even if it's not for anything else, just for you to let me freeze half to death in the rain, I'm going to make you suffer a little!

"Fried Packets!"

"Yes!" The soldier responded, but soon hesitated and said: "Company commander, the explosion time of this explosive 'charge' package is not easy to grasp, and if the explosion is late, it will make the Yankees kick it off If it is early, it will explode in the air, that is, a cannon will not blow up people!" ”

"Yes, company commander!" Another soldier also reminded: "We don't have many explosives packs, I just counted that there are only seven or eight in total, don't waste it."

"Who said I was going to use a lead?" I shouted again angrily, "Dynamite pack!" ”

"Yes!" This time, the soldier had no choice but to take out an explosives bag from the quilt and hand it over.

I took the explosives bag and put it in my hand and thought about it, it should be five kilograms, almost! Then, in the soldier's suspicious eyes, he threw it down without even pulling the lead.

The explosive pack crossed a graceful parabola and landed on the ground, then bounced and rolled a few times before rolling to the tank that was working on the bridge.

The U.S. troops on guard next to the tank soon discovered this white 'colored' thing, and ran two steps to stretch out their 'legs' to kick, but it was too late, the sniper rifle in my hand slammed a bullet, and then there was a roar at the foot of the mountain and a *** orange-red 'color' fire, and more than a dozen American troops next to the tank were directly blown up and flew into the sky, I was thinking that if we were lower, maybe there would be a chance to shake hands with those American troops who flew into the sky to say goodbye.

The Sherman tank is also worthy of its title of "Ronson lighter", and sure enough, it was a dozen, and the tank that was directly hit by the explosive "medicine" package was needless to say, and the other tank was quickly "waved" by the fire and a burst of black smoke came out, only to be so frightened that the tankers hiding inside panicked out, but before they could jump out, the half-loaded steel bridge that had not yet been built made a creaking and creaking noise, and then the bridge and the tank fell to the bottom of the highway bridge with a bang. I only heard the "sonorous" sound of steel colliding, and occasionally a steel helmet for American GIs flew up.

It's dozens of meters deep at the bottom, and if you hit it down this time, it won't become a pile of scrap iron, and Grandpa Niu who collects scrap iron is blessed! Hmm, but it seems that Grandpa Niu is collecting scrap iron in modern times, and I'm afraid I'm still a child at this time! I will check again when I am lazy! ”

I was so angry that those American soldiers yelled" and "'' submachine guns and machine guns at the hill for a 'chaotic' beating, but how could we stupidly stick our heads out and let them get their wishes, and we had already laughed and ran back to the tunnel."

"Happy!"

"The company commander fought well! It can help us out of a bad breath! ”

As soon as the soldiers returned to the tunnel, they told the soldiers who were guarding the tunnel about the battle just now, and they could only hear that the soldiers were all elated, and they forgot all the cold on their bodies.

"Hey! Just go out and blow up two Yankee tanks! ”

"What? Didn't you just say it all? There were also more than a dozen American soldiers, plus the Yankees who had built half of the iron bridge, and they all went to see Hades together! ”

"That's good! I thought the explosion outside was a Yankee cannon! I was thinking about whether to pick you up, but I didn't expect it."

"Look at what you said! Follow our company commander, then can you still be chased and beaten by the Yankees? ”

"That's right! Our company commander is capable of that! There is a way to encounter any difficulty! ”

"That's it! Only we have to chase the Yankees! ”

The soldiers were talking and laughing happily, but I was the only one listening to the wry smile, I don't know if this is the habit of the volunteer soldiers, after fighting the enemy unprepared, they like to spread propaganda among the soldiers, and usually exaggerate a lot!

However, thinking about it, it seems that there is no harm in this for the volunteers, only benefits, the equipment of the soldiers is too backward, and it is very necessary to have such a battle 'spirit' and the news of victory to boost morale, even if it is sometimes exaggerated, it can be regarded as a true lie! If you want to know what will happen next, please log in, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!