As Liu Shunyi said, there is no task to assign to the battalion headquarters this time, it is purely a kind of talk, and I think it also means to let me know the results of the Battle of Mount Faka, after all, I and my troops are the heroes of the Battle of Mount Faka, and it is really unreasonable to let us know the results of this battle. \

Of course, such things as artillery sighting radar are generally not told to ordinary people, just as the Vietnamese army launched an all-out attack on the 637 heights on the Phaka Hill because they thought that we had an artillery observation post on the 637 heights, and for our troops, it is natural to hope that the Vietnamese army can continue to "misunderstand" in this way forever, and only in this way can we achieve the greatest benefits on the battlefield.

It's just that all of us know that this is impossible, not to mention that our army is full of Vietnamese agents, and there is no impermeable wall, in fact, it is also the case on the battlefield, no matter how to keep secrets, but it is only a matter of time before the equipment that has played a role on the battlefield lets the enemy know.

However, I don't need to think much about it, our special reconnaissance brigade is a unit that performs special tasks, not a unit that does secret work or fights against spies, all I need to do is keep my mouth shut. In this regard, I also hope that Liu Shunyi and the others will not tell me about the "artillery sight radar", because everyone knows that the more secrets they know, the more dangerous they are. But to be honest, if the captain of a special brigade doesn't even know this, it is a bit unreasonable.

For the rest of the day, apart from the occasional walk, we slept in the ward, which the soldiers called peace. But I knew that such peaceful days would not last long, because I saw that the ward was sifting through our wounded soldiers.

Needless to say, the soldiers who died on the operating table, the screening here refers to the fact that for those of us who returned from the battle of Mount Fakka and were sure that we could continue to talk, we treated indiscriminately at first, but soon after...... It is divided into minor and severe injury areas. The doctor said that this was to make it easier to heal us, so they were divided in this way, but in fact, the soldiers knew very well what was going on, because they divided the criteria for minor injuries and serious injuries...... It is divided by whether or not it can be re-entered into the battlefield.

For example, there were a few fighters who had only a few fingers cut off from shrapnel on their right hand, which should have been classified as a minor wound zone, but they were classified as a serious wound zone. Why? Because they can't shoot anymore. So although the superiors and doctors did not say it explicitly, in fact, the hearts of the soldiers were as bright as open skylights - the comrades-in-arms in the seriously injured area will soon leave our special reconnaissance brigade.

It is precisely because of this that the soldiers run to the seriously injured area whenever they are free, and the 'female' soldiers send 'flowers' to the wards in the seriously injured area every day, trying their best to make those soldiers happy, and those soldiers also pretend not to know anything, as if they are very optimistic, laughing all day long. However, everyone could see that they just didn't want other warriors to see them sad.

Unlike other fighters, I have never been to the seriously injured area once, and Liu Yun told me about this. It's not that I'm cold-blooded, it's not that I, the battalion commander, don't sympathize with my subordinates, but I'm afraid of the kind of forced smile I see them, and I'm also afraid that I won't be able to stand it...... So I had to force myself not to think about anything, and to endure myself not to go a step towards the seriously injured area.

However, this moment was inevitable in the end......

I don't know how many days we were recuperating from our injuries, but in fact, the injuries on my body had already healed, and it was better to say that I was recuperating than to rest after the war. On this day, I was bored playing with the sniper rifle reissued to me by Commissar Yang, due to the harsh environment on Faka Mountain and our battle was very 'fierce', the barrel of my original sniper rifle was crooked, at this time, because we were fighting with the Vietnamese army more and more frequently, so the captured sniper rifles were also increasing, and we are also a special reconnaissance team, other troops may still lack weapons, but we have what we want. Political Commissar Yang even dared to say that as long as we want, the American-style sniper rifle can also be chosen by us. ~~ ~~

I've also seen the American-style sniper rifle, and at this time, the Yankee's sniper rifle is no longer the m1C I used on the Korean battlefield, but what is it called...... The M700, what impressed me the most was the night vision scope, which reminded me of the fact that we had captured a batch of carbines with night vision devices from the Yankees in the Korean theater.

Of course, with the development of science and technology, the Yankees' night vision devices are no longer as heavy as before and can only be mounted on carbines, and the imaging effect is much better than the previous night vision devices, and the 'sex' ability in all aspects is also very good, but in the end, I still choose the SVD rifle, the reason is still as simple as before - the ammunition 'drug' is not compatible. For example, this time, if all the American sniper rifles we brought to the 142 heights were usable, then we would soon be at a point where we would run out of ammunition.

The SVD sniper rifle has no problem at all. Just a chain of heavy machine guns would be enough for us to fight the whole battle.

"Camp Commander Cui!" At this moment, Liu Yunxing rushed in and said, "Go and have a look!" The superiors asked the Central Lieutenant to come to our unit to perform! Let's go check it out......"

"Huh? Central condolence group? "Although I was a little surprised, I didn't know what kind of level this central condolence group was

"You ......" Liu Yun glared at me and said, "Why are you like this?" No reaction at all? ”

"And how should I react?" I asked rhetorically.

"The Central Condolence Group is a national-level art group!" Liu Yun said with an unhappy face: "Others can't see it if they want to, if we hadn't made great achievements on the battlefield, they wouldn't have come to our army to perform!" ”

Hearing Liu Yun say this, I couldn't help but feel a little angry, put the rifle to the end of my hand and said: "I don't care if he is a central condolence group or not, I am not uncommon!" They will roar twice, and they will be better than us going to the battlefield to shed blood and sacrifice? We didn't go to the front line to die to listen to them sing and watch them perform......"

Hearing this, Liu Yun couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and after a long time, he pulled my arm and slowed down his voice and said, "Okay, I said the wrong thing, but the comrades of the condolence group didn't say that...... I heard that you are the troops of the eight regiments of the Yue Devils on the Faka Mountain, and they all think that it is their honor to be able to perform for you, and they also say that they want to meet you......"

Hearing Liu Yun say this, my heart slowly calmed down, in fact, I also know that the central condolence group will not have that meaning, but those of us who have come down from the battlefield have tempers, that is, we will never allow others to despise our dignity and our dedication. I think this may be because we have to pay so much life and blood on the battlefield that we have an imbalance in our hearts.

"Let's go! Let's check it out...... They're setting up the stage! ”

Looking at Liu Yun's pleading gaze, I couldn't help but nod as soon as my heart softened. To be honest, I also want to go out for a walk, and after staying in the tunnel, I don't want to stay in the ward all day, and at the same time I want to go out and see what this central condolence group is like. After walking out of the ward and turning two corners, I saw many soldiers busy building a stage with gasoline drums and wooden stakes, and some people who looked like actors trying on costumes, makeup rehearsals, etc., a lively scene. After a while, I found out that Political Commissar Yang was also among them, and he was 'talking' with a veteran soldier in his fifties at this time.

"Yo...... Say Cao '' Cao '' just arrived! At this time, Political Commissar Yang also saw me and waved at me enthusiastically to signal me to come over. When I stepped forward, Political Commissar Yang introduced the veteran soldier to me and said, "Battalion Commander Cui, this is Comrade Wang Fei, the head of the Central Condolence Group. ”

"Comrade Wang Fei, this is Comrade Cui Wei, the captain of the Special Reconnaissance Brigade!"

"Hello Comrade Cui Wei!" Comrade Wang Fei warmly shook my hands and said, "We just talked about you!" Your troops have done a really good job of secrecy! Just now I learned from Political Commissar Yang that you were the troops who resisted the Vietnamese army for more than ten hours on Phaka Mountain, and it was a great honor to perform for you! ”

Hearing this, I couldn't help but look at Liu Yun beside me, and secretly said that I didn't expect this girl to play this 'trick' trick on me. Liu Yun couldn't help but stick out his tongue, made a grimace at me and pretended that nothing had happened, only to make me cry and laugh.

Political Commissar Yang would be wrong when he saw my expression, and smiled at me: "Don't worry! The necessary secrecy work still needs to be there, but since the higher authorities can send this condolence group to our troops, there will certainly be no problems, and if there is anything to say! ”

Of course, I understand what Political Commissar Yang said. As for the secrecy work of our army, it is only because of the special 'nature' of our troops, so we cannot make a big deal about it. For example...... Many people in our unit have actually been "killed" in the self-defense counterattack, what should we say if we want to publicize it? For another example, it is very likely that the spies of the more devils will find some clues from our propaganda and then find the root and 'feel' the bottom ...... Therefore, in order to avoid these unnecessary troubles, the organization decided not to publicize the achievements of our troops, and even if there was a mention, it would only be reported to a "certain unit."

Therefore, if there is any condolence group that can be sent to our troops to perform, I don't know how many times it will have to pass the review.

"That's not what I meant!" I generously shook Captain Wang's hand, then glanced at Liu Yun and said, "I just heard...... It's not easy to see you perform, so it's an honor for us! ”

"Camp Commander Cui is really good at laughing!" Commander Wang Fei is also a bold person, he laughed and said: "I am also a soldier, in fact, all the members of our condolence field came as soldiers, where would you not know the danger and hardship of you going to the battlefield and fighting with the devils, what can we be!" ”

Commander Wang's words made me very useful, and at the same time, after knowing that they were also soldiers, the only sense of rejection in my heart naturally disappeared. From this point of view, Head Wang should be a person who is very good at observing words and 'colors' and knows how to 'communicate'. But it's no wonder that the head of the art troupe doesn't have to deal with different troops all day long.

"Alright, alright!" Political Commissar Yang smiled: "Don't praise anymore, Commander Wang!" We'll be waiting to see your 'fine' show in the evening! ”

"No problem! You are satisfied! Wang Fei replied briskly. After Commander Wang left, Political Commissar Yang pulled me aside and whispered, "You know...... Why would the superiors arrange a show for us at this time? ”

I couldn't help but be a little puzzled: "Is there a reason for arranging the performance?" ”

"Absolutely!" Political Commissar Yang frowned and handed me a cigarette, lit each other, took a deep breath, sighed with the smoke and said, "This battle of Faka Mountain...... Of the forty-three soldiers we have survived, twenty-one are no longer fit to go into battle......"

Hearing this, I raised my head sharply and looked at Political Commissar Yang, and soon understood the meaning of his words, this party is not so much a party to celebrate our achievements, but a party to practice for those soldiers......

"They are not fit for battle...... You can also do some logistics work at the base! After hesitating for a while, I asked Political Commissar Yang: "For example, Xu Songcheng and Liu Jianxin, they only hurt a few fingers, and it's okay to do dry talk in the canteen!" It's okay to be a correspondent......"

Political Commissar Yang shook his head and said, "I also want to keep them, but do you want them to live like this for the rest of their lives?" So that they will never see their families, and they will never have a life of their own? ”

I couldn't help but be stunned when I heard this, I have to admit that I didn't think of this at all.

"I've arranged it!" Commissar Yang said: "After they leave, I will give them some care." Of course, it is not a problem to change from agriculture to non-farming, and if you want to continue to stay in the army, I will arrange for them to work within their ability; If you don't want to stay in the army, the organization will arrange work for them, and you don't have to worry about that! ”

"That'...... What will they say when they go back? I asked, "Some of them have already announced their sacrifices, haven't they?" ”

"It's easy to do!" Political Commissar Yang replied: "In the past few months, many troops who have been separated in the self-defense counterattack have returned to China on the border one after another, and we can just say that they are part of the scattered in Vietnam!" As for those soldiers who died, all we can do is to give them pensions according to the regulations! ”

"Oh!" Listening to Political Commissar Yang's words, I realized that my superiors had already thought about those seriously wounded, and at the same time, I was a little surprised, now that there are three or four months before the counterattack, there will be soldiers returning to the motherland from Vietnam, I really don't know how they came over.

Later, I learned that the return of the troops scattered in Vietnam to the motherland did not stop in the past few months, and even in the future, and this was also the reason why our army stipulated that the border guards were not allowed to use Vietnamese words such as "Nuokong 'private' page" when shouting at the enemy......

The thing is like this, just like the situation we encountered at the border, because the border guards were accustomed to shouting Vietnamese words such as "Nokhon 'private' page" to the enemy during self-defense counterattacks, and because those scattered troops did not know the passwords of our troops when they returned home, the tragedy of misunderstanding between their own people often occurred at the border...... The border guards thought that the other party was Vietnamese, and the troops who returned to China also thought that our border guards were Vietnamese, so when they had gone through a lot of hardships and had already reached the border and were about to throw themselves into the arms of the motherland, they fell into the hands of their own people!

I have heard a lot of things like this, some of them were killed by the border guards as Vietnamese soldiers, some were injured by mines when they ran around, and some thought that they had a psychological breakdown when they encountered the Vietnamese army, so they committed suicide by forming a group of three or five groups and detonating grenades...... When the border guards ran forward to take a look, they were all their own people, and the military uniforms they were wearing were already in tatters!

Soon after, the higher authorities issued an order that all border guards should shout in Chinese, ask about the situation before they can shoot, and fire 'fire' flares every night, so that those comrades-in-arms who have returned to China can see the direction of the motherland clearly......

"What? Still not satisfied with these arrangements? Looking at my thoughtful look, Political Commissar Yang said: "If there is anything you are not satisfied with, or if there is anything you ask for, I will definitely meet your requirements if you can do it, this is also what Commander Liu meant, he knows that you have paid a lot for the country, so do everything you can to do for these soldiers!" ”

"No, it's not!" I 'stepped forward' and replied, "You've done enough for the fighters, and I thank you on behalf of the fighters for your organizational concern!" ”

"Say this and you'll see the outside!" Political Commissar Yang smiled bitterly and said, "Go and see those soldiers of yours, maybe you won't see them again in the future!" Other than that...... You're ready to go! After the evening party...... On behalf of the troops, you have a few words to the soldiers who are leaving! ”

With that, Commissar Yang patted me on the shoulder and left, leaving me alone to stand in place.

A few minutes later, I came alone to the ward in the seriously injured area, and the soldiers inside must have known that there was a condolence group sent by the central government tonight, so there was a lot of commotion, and everyone was happy.

I walked around in front of the 'door' and stopped at the 'door' several times, how should I tell them? How do you say that? There were also speeches in the evening...... I really don't think how to deal with them, although Commissar Yang and Liu Shunyi have done enough for them, but I feel that it will never compensate for their pain......

"Battalion commander! The battalion commander came...... "Finally, a sharp-eyed soldier saw me, and after shouting, the wounded and sick limped out on crutches. I hurriedly greeted it, and at the same time sighed in my heart: I can't go in now!