Chapter Seventy-Eight: Argument on Reason

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Argument on Reason

I took a bucket of clean water from the cooking class, found a dry rock 'cave' and took a bath, then changed into a dry military uniform, and went back to the air raid 'hole' to lie on the dry straw laid for me by the soldiers......

I've figured out these things on the battlefield, anyway, it's been like this for so many years, and it's not bad right now, so if you can enjoy yourself, try to enjoy it! Anyway, there will be no shortage of water at this time, since the defeat of Dong Deng and the almost elimination of the Vietnamese army agents in Dong Deng, our army's logistics supply line has been greatly improved. So that bucket of water is really nothing.

But...... I never seem to have felt a strain on our army's logistical supply lines. But think about it, on the battlefield of this counterattack, no matter how bad the logistics are, they will not be as difficult as during the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. So, as a person who came down from the Korean battlefield, of course, I don't feel that there is a shortage of logistical supplies or anything.

It's really nice to be able to fight a war without worrying about logistics, like when I was in North Korea, I was either worried about running out of food or running out of bullets. But on the one hand, it's happy, and on the other hand, it's ...... As soon as I think of the contradiction between the chief of staff and our grassroots soldiers, I can't help but feel helpless.

I believe that on the battlefield, many losses can be avoided, but because of the blind command and elbow control of the superiors, the soldiers suffered many unnecessary casualties. It is no wonder that a few years later, our country lost 1 million personnel in its first disarmament......

A million! So many people were laid off in one go, and it was a great disarmament in wartime. The reduction in funding is partly due to this, and partly ...... I believe that the more important point is also because after this war, many problems such as the excessive bloat of the PLA troops, the uneven quality of personnel, and outdated tactics were exposed.

Soldiers are expensive and 'fine' but not too expensive, this is a truth that everyone knows. It is precisely for this reason that our country once raised the 'threshold' for enlisting in the army, and for a period of time, if you did not graduate from high school, you were not allowed to join the army.

But that's all for later, and my biggest headache at the moment is...... I've given up 417 Heights today, how can I get it back tomorrow? It will definitely not work with yesterday's method, and the Vietnamese army will definitely be on guard. So how do you get the warriors through that death zone? Did you take it back, but you still had to give up again as you do today?

I stretched, and as a wave of tiredness hit me, I fell asleep with this question.

The next morning, I was woken up by the sound of shells, and I sat up from the straw with a grunt, and after a pause, grabbed my rifle and burst out of the anti-artillery 'hole'.

"What's the situation?" I raised my binoculars and looked at the artillery fire on Heights 417 as I casually asked the correspondent next to me.

"I don't know!" The correspondent replied: "The offensive of our army seems to have begun, but it is not our battalion commander!" ”

"Hmm!" Hearing this, I couldn't help but glance at the correspondent in amazement, and quickly turned my attention back to the battlefield.

Really...... Our troops were already charging at the enemy under the cover of artillery fire, but I, the battalion commander, ...... But I don't know anything!

I couldn't help frowning, it seems that this chief of staff is not only blind to command, but also has the "problem" of narrow-mindedness, he is obviously deliberately doing against me! It's okay if he has an opinion about me personally, but how can he make a joke about the lives of the soldiers on this battlefield without distinguishing between public and private......

"Pick up the regiment!" I ordered with a straight face.

"Yes!" The correspondent answered, but was about to be connected when I stopped again. I can't wait for this, I have to go to the regiment headquarters in person. Thinking of this, I pulled out my 'legs' and walked towards the regimental headquarters with the guards.

After walking along the path overgrown with weeds and shrubs for more than ten minutes, I came to the regiment headquarters, shouted a report, and waited for a long time before I heard the chief of staff inside shouting "Come in."

I lifted the black curtain and walked in with great strides, and asked bluntly, "Why didn't the troops tell me if they had an attack plan?" As a battalion commander of the 639th Regiment, do I have the right to know? ”

"Comrade Cui Wei!" The Chief of Staff seemed to have expected this reaction from me, pretending to read the documents while calmly saying, "You know that...... There are many Vietnamese agents lurking in our army, so sometimes it is necessary to take some secrecy measures! I discussed it with Political Commissar Huang, and considering that you have been fighting for a day yesterday, you are indeed very tired. In addition to the arrival of reinforcements last night, the troops of the 209th Division joined us in attacking Lang Son. So...... It's time for you to rest! Raise the 'fine' and reorganize the army to fight again...... Yes! You can rest assured that you can rest well. ”

I snorted coldly, and it sounded good, but who didn't know that he wanted to keep me and my battalion out of the fight.

But he really has some truth in saying this, I can't have a seizure if I want to, and with the fact that Political Commissar Huang frequently 'looks' at me on the side, I suppressed the anger in my heart.

"Which unit attacked 417 Heights?" I gritted my teeth and asked.

"A battalion!" The chief of staff saw that I couldn't do anything about him, so he said with some pride: "Battalion Commander Cui, don't worry, two battalions of reinforcements came from the 209th Division last night, and the strength of our regiment is very sufficient, and I have prepared two battalions of troops to ...... on the 417 heights."

"Wang Zhengang's troops!" Without waiting for the chief of staff to finish speaking, my face changed and I rushed out of the regiment headquarters with a telescope in my hand.

I have come into contact with Wang Zhengang several times, and although I don't know much about him, I also know that he is better at observing words and 'colors' than He Liqiang, the commander of the second battalion. Being good at observing words and 'colors' also means...... is also a battalion commander, He Liqiang relies on real skills, while Wang Zhengang will get twice the result with half the effort.

So as soon as I heard that it was a battalion attacking the 417th heights, I knew it was going to be bad. Wang Zhengang, this guy must have seen us win the 417 Heights so easily yesterday, and today I thought it was a good errand to rush to do it!

I climbed up to a high ground in three or two clicks, raised my binoculars and looked at the 417 heights, and the battle was 'fierce'.

Our army organized a lot of mortars to bombard the 417 heights, 536 heights and Kuma Mountain, which can be seen from the almost non-stop explosions on those three heights. However, the Vietnamese army used high-altitude 'firing' machine guns, light and heavy machine guns, and long-range artillery fire to 'strafe' and bombard the open area in front of the 417 heights, forming an impenetrable fire network on the death zone, and our soldiers could not rush through it at all.

Under the aperture of the telescopes, the artillery fire of both sides was in a ball, and everywhere there were mud balls bursting in the shape of radiation 'shooting', and it was impossible to distinguish which were our army's shells and which were the enemy's shells. I watched as the groups of soldiers rushed forward with their guns in their hands, and fell to the ground in batches. It had only been more than twenty minutes since the battle began, but the open field was already covered with corpses and severed limbs, and blood had stained every inch of the land there, and the open field had become a veritable death zone!

"it!" Seeing this, I couldn't help gritting my teeth and scolding, and without saying a word, I turned around and rushed to the regiment headquarters again.

In a huff, they broke into the regiment headquarters, and in fact, there was no need to talk about all the situations, and the telephone and radio soldiers in the regiment headquarters were 'chaotic', and the correspondents broke in one after another to report.

Of course, all these reports are such as "heavy casualties", "can't rush through!" Bad news. And the chief of staff was still shouting into the microphone: "Regain the 417 heights at all costs, the people of the motherland are waiting for the good news of our victory!" ”

"Commissar!" I stopped Commissar Huang, who was busy, and now he may be the only one who can speak.

But Commissar Huang sighed, shook his head and said, "You better go back and rest first!" There will be a time when it will be useful to you......"

As he spoke, he reluctantly patted me on the shoulder.

So I understood that Political Commissar Huang could not persuade the chief of staff, and now he had to rely on himself. So without saying a word, he walked up to the chief of staff, 'drawn' the pistol on his waist and placed it heavily in front of the chief of staff's desk.

The chief of staff trembled violently, the horror in his eyes flashed, and then he quickly pretended to be calm and asked, "You, what are you going to do?" ”

The whole regimental headquarters fell silent in an instant, and everyone looked at me in a daze, and some of the soldiers tried to rush up to stop me, but stopped when they saw the pistol on the table. Because they know very well that if they 'force' me to do it, none of them can stop it.

"It's easy!" I stared at the chief of staff fiercely and said coldly, "I'm talking to you about a business right now!" ”

"What business? This is the battlefield! "The chief of staff is obviously a little 'lustful'.

"You want to be promoted and make a fortune, I just want to save a few more lives!" I didn't care whether he agreed or not, and said to myself: "You have also seen the situation on the battlefield, a battalion can't take the 417 heights at all, and according to your style of fighting, even if you send a regiment up, you can't attack it!" ”

"I don't think it'......" The chief of staff just wanted to deny it, but he didn't dare to say any more after being glared at by me.

"If you lose the battle, you won't be able to 'deliver' it to you!" I narrowed my eyes and continued: "I believe that you are also a person who understands, and when the time comes, you will not only lose face, but you may also be punished, which will not benefit anyone. ”

The chief of staff's face was red and white for a while, and it took a long time to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth: "What do you want?" ”

"Remove the first battalion and let the second battalion go up!" In order to save his face, I leaned into his ear and whispered: "You know which unit in this regiment can fight the most. I'm in charge of fighting, you're in charge of getting promoted and getting rich, and I don't want any fame or fortune or any credit. You should know what to do next! ”

The chief of staff seemed to be hesitating, when suddenly another communicator, covered in blood, ran in and shouted: "Report, the casualties are too great, and you still can't rush through!" ”

At this time, the chief of staff finally made a decision and ordered: "Replace the first battalion and let the second battalion go up!" ”

"Oh!" There was a cheer from the regimental headquarters. Even Political Commissar Huang couldn't help patting me on the shoulder and whispered, "Good job!" ”RO！ ~！