Looking at the slow progress, Sangou was a little anxious, fortunately, the devil's cannon has not been coming to this side, even if there is still a sound of gunfire on other battlefields now, there is no gunfire here.

It was the evening of October 4th, late autumn was coming, and the evening came a little faster than the middle of summer, and the night was slowly becoming hazy, and the troops of the third battalion staggered back to their positions and hid themselves under the blood-red sunset.

Sangou looked at the brothers around him who were constantly being carried away on stretchers, and he could barely recognize any of them, most of them were covered in mud and blood, and it was difficult to tell who was who.

Lying on the stretcher, most of them are also immobile, whether they are unconscious or too tired to move, anyway, even if they see the three dogs, they just roll their eyes.

There were two lying on the stretcher, and when they saw Sangou, they raised their right hands tremblingly and saluted Battalion Commander Luo, and Sangou was sad for a while, and immediately straightened up, kicked their feet side by side, and raised their hands to salute them in return, which was more standard than saluting like superiors.

In terms of the big picture, Sangou and everyone, under the call of the country and the orders of their superiors, stepped on the battlefield to fight the enemy.

In terms of a small situation, these brothers who can still walk, these brothers who are carried, and those brothers who can never stand up behind them, are all sent to the battlefield by Sangou himself.

Their lives, their injuries, and even the eternal wounds of their whole lives are caused by the thought of the three dogs, thinking of this, the three dogs blame themselves so much that they want to get into a clay pot foxhole, they have no face to see people, and they can't see themselves.

At the earliest beginning, on the battlefield of Songhu, when Sangou was a trainee officer and had no one under him, he felt that as long as he could live, the battle of thousands of other people and tens of thousands of people seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Later, when he became a deputy platoon commander and platoon commander, and was able to lead a squad and a platoon, he suddenly felt that he had a heavy burden on his shoulders.

This burden is heavier than the burden when I was a porter a few years ago.

Then to the deputy company commander and company commander, the weight on his shoulders became heavier and heavier, and sometimes in the middle of the night, the three dogs were so pressed by the huge pressure that they couldn't sleep.

After all, people who are just twenty years old, in modern times, twenty-year-olds are still called children, they have not grown up, they have not yet escaped the support of their parents and survived independently, and they are still living under the wings of their parents.

But Sangou has to bear the responsibility of the lives of dozens or hundreds of people, three meals a day, etc., and most of the time is still in a dangerous enemy-occupied area, and whether he can survive the next day is a question.

Several times, Sangou wanted to sneak away alone in the middle of the night, and the pressure was so great that he was about to collapse himself.

But when he saw those brothers who were born and died with him, he had to retract his timidity and weakness, and force himself to go on.

During the day, try not to think about this, not to think about what kind of head you are, just a person who leads his brothers everywhere to try to survive, and brothers too, know that if the team is dispersed, it will be more dangerous than together.

If you want to live, you must hug each other tightly and unite tightly, and only by holding together can you have the strength to face all kinds of dangerous and huge difficulties, to have the strength and wisdom to solve these difficulties, and to survive in the predicament.

The same is true now, even if Sangou is already the deputy battalion commander, or even the acting battalion commander's power to command the whole battalion, this was a year ago, Sangou couldn't have imagined that at that time, he was still floating in the Luo shop of the flesh mill, and he didn't know if he would live until tomorrow.

As much power as a person is, he has to bear as much responsibility as he does.

Now Sangou is in charge of commanding the three battalions, and there are four or five hundred people under his hands, many of whom don't know each other.

But now it is impossible, perhaps this is the beginning of the difference between the company commander and the battalion commander, from the company commander who knows every brother well, to the beginning of not being able to recognize his subordinates.

This may also be the difference between the hearts of the company commander and the battalion commander, the brothers who are familiar with each other, even if one is one less and one is lost, it is also distressing, but those you don't know, even if they are sacrificed, it is just a name on the battle damage table.

In addition to the different requirements of tactical command, this is also a manifestation of the cold-blooded heart of the battalion commander compared with the company commander, that is, Lian Sangou, who treats his subordinates like brothers, now has to accept the reality that the soldiers of the Eighth and Ninth Companies who do not know are not very uncomfortable after the sacrifice.

But people are not grass and trees, every soldier has a strength, and the strength of the whole battalion depends on the huge strength of these soldiers.

All of them are indispensable, unless there is really no way, for example, now the fierce battles day and night are almost reaching the intensity of the battle in Songhu Luodian last year.

It's just that the degree of bombardment is not as high as that of Luodian, in fact, the frequency of engagement between the enemy and us has already exceeded, and this pair of Sangou, who has just become the deputy battalion commander of the acting battalion commander, also feels unprecedented pressure.

The third battalion of several hundred people is now sacrificing every day and has losses, more or less, but if it still fights like this, it is estimated that it will not last for a week or half a month if it continues to fight at such a rate of battle damage.

At that time, not only will most of the people have to die here, but even if they don't die, they will have exhausted their longevity and energy for at least a few years in this life, and they will not be able to fight again, and they will not be able to recover their combat effectiveness if they have not repaired for a few months.

But the higher authorities will not take care of the life and death of a small battalion and company at all, and now the life and death of tens of thousands of people are on the front line, not to mention the safety of only a few hundred people.

Therefore, what Sangou thinks about the most now is how to kill as many devils as possible while carrying out and completing the orders from above, and save as much as possible the strength of the three battalions.

In other words, it is necessary to save the lives of as many people as possible in the third battalion, and of course, it is not on the basis of the slippery head battle, which must reflect the commander's superb operational command level.

At this stage, even if you want to fight a slippery head battle, you can't fight, there are countless devils in front of you who want to fight with you, and there are countless troops behind you who can't retreat.

Besides, Sangou only fights independently when he is far away from the command of his superiors, and in those few wars behind enemy lines, he will fight some slippery battles, which is also a way not to "force".

However, in the regular operations of the large corps, even if you want to fight, you can't fight, and besides, you won't play that slippery head, and military strength has been fought since ancient times, not played.

However, it does not mean that in the operation of large corps, units at the small company and battalion level like this are all puppets and cannon fodder that are "manipulated" by their superiors.

As long as you have the ability and strength, you can still display your combat command talent in a limited space, and when your ability is recognized by the superiors, it will also give you a relatively large space to play freely.

Sangou is just like this, and what's more, sometimes Sangou's whims or tactical changes can mobilize more enemies and their own troops to fight around the seventh company or three battalions.