May 4th.

It's been a long time since I've picked up a pen, how many days have I had?

It seems like a few years are so long, but when you calculate it carefully, it's only 13 days, but these 13 days, for me, seem like a few years have passed.

Thirteen days ago, I and I am now, I was just two people—a few battles that easily changed me.

Originally, I didn't want to write this diary, because I didn't want to look back and didn't dare to look back, because it hurt my heart, but I was afraid that one day I would forget the shadows of those brothers, so I had to write down everything that had happened, from my point of view.

On April 17, the war broke out, and in the early morning of the 21st, our 2nd Battalion received orders to go to the front line to change friendly forces, at that time, our 2nd Battalion, a total of 943 soldiers.

On the night of the 22nd, on the first night we arrived on the battlefield, we announced our arrival with a night attack, when our platoon and reconnaissance platoon had a glorious record of destroying at least 200 enemies with small losses, but our battalion was very dissatisfied with the command of the platoon commander, and removed the platoon commander early in the morning of the 23rd, and let Qi Sanlin, who was born in XX, serve as our platoon commander.

To be honest, I feel very sorry and unwilling to be removed from the platoon commander - however, the reason for the camp is reasonable, because our losses are very unworthy, and we must accept this lesson, not make up for it - he told us that it is simple to make up for the merits, and even everyone takes it for granted, but who has asked the opinions of the dead?

"As an officer, you must be responsible for the lives of your subordinates, a smile of negligence will make a living life wither, any sloppiness and carelessness is a crime."

The words of the battalion commander made us speechless, yes, as a soldier, we must put an end to all possible negligence, because the price of negligence is to joke with life, and our own life is affected and it is deserved, but in the war, it is definitely not only our own life that is affected, but also the lives of comrades-in-arms.

In this night attack, we lost six brothers, Shi Hao, Xiao Yalong, and Fan Xiaomin......

On the 23rd, we ushered in the enemy's first attack, and the enemy, who had been harassed and attacked by us the night before, launched a decisive attack on the 23rd, and our special platoon was not on the frontal battlefield, but after seeing the dense enemy through the binoculars, I was worried about my comrades, for fear that they would be overwhelmed by the enemy.

You can't imagine what it would be like to have an enemy attacking one after another, and the initial euphoria turned to numbness, and one by one the living brothers died in various ways, being shot, shelled, and killed by shell fragments...... Many, many ways to die.

I have seen a manslaughter with my own eyes - a comrade-in-arms of our company in the 2nd platoon of the infantry mistakenly killed a comrade-in-arms, in fact, he is not to blame, he just wanted to save his comrades, but after the bullet hit the enemy's steel helmet, it rebounded and hit the comrade-in-arms in the face, and the brother who was shot died on the spot.

And the warrior who killed his brother by mistake chose to be heroic, I don't know what he was thinking in his last moments, but his actions can be called heroic - he rushed to the enemy with countless explosives on his back, and then he was blown to pieces.

Yesterday's hero named Sun Wenxuan was rated as a first-class combat hero by the group army, and his photo will even be hung in the honor room of the group army forever, which he deserves, and I will not mention that manslaughter to anyone.

In fact, he didn't have to send him to death like this, because our battalion's counterattack began thirteen minutes later, dozens of armored vehicles and infantry chariots drove the enemy away like dogs, annihilated more than 2,200 enemies, destroyed 13 heavy combat vehicles, nearly 50 armored vehicles, and infantry chariots, and the results alarmed the group army - perhaps, it was precisely because of this nightmare that we had the following nightmare......

In this battle, our battalion had less than 500 men holding their positions, and although we achieved an unprecedented victory, there were still 69 soldiers who fell on the battlefield - the fate of soldiers is like this, but after all, they are living comrades-in-arms, and we often staggered with them on the training ground a few days ago, but now we are separated forever.

At the time, I thought it was the most brutal battle, losing nearly 100 of my comrades in a few days, almost breathless, and I didn't know how to face those heroes if it wasn't for the great victory that could comfort the deceased - but later, I realized that I really underestimated the cruelty of war.

On the 25th, the enemy concentrated heavy forces to assault the defensive line where our brigade was stationed, and the enemy's movements were grasped early by the brothers of the reconnaissance platoon, and when they approached the battlefield, we were ready to fight - ten or twenty times more enemies than last time, we knew that this battle must be very difficult, and I was even ready to sacrifice myself.

But the god of luck took care of me, we were sent out by the battalion to attack the enemy's heavy artillery position, the newly appointed Qi Sanlin platoon commander, took the initiative to expose himself and lured away the enemy, so that we successfully solved this damn heavy artillery position with the help of special incendiary bombs, and turned it into hell, a hell of fire.

After the mission was completed, Cheng Haoran wanted to find the platoon commander who had lost the news, but the communication was not available, we knew that the platoon commander was likely to have been sacrificed, but Cheng Haoran resolutely walked in the direction of the enemy, and he must see the corpse alive or dead.

That's not abandoning, not giving up!

We chose to keep up with Cheng Haoran's pace, just to make ourselves feel at ease, because we all know that the platoon commander must have sacrificed - but in fact, the platoon commander did not sacrifice, but was ready to sacrifice.

The platoon commander, after overdrawing and losing his ability to move, took the initiative to cut off communications and made a false impression of sacrifice to try to make us abandon him, while he carried the glorious bullet and prepared to fulfill the officer's last oath.

When I saw the platoon commander, I swore that I would be proud of being a platoon commander in this life, and such a platoon commander was worthy of us following him to the battlefield and die without regrets!

We all thought so, so on the way to retreat, the two brothers chose to die for the platoon commander, in fact, I always thought that such a person was in the water of his brain, how can other people's lives be as important as their own lives? As for those heroes, I always thought they were just targets that the Empire had prummed out for the sake of need.

It turns out that I was wrong, on the battlefield of perversion, many people will not hesitate to sacrifice themselves for others, once despicable as me, and I am also ready to do so, I even plan to become the third person to sacrifice, by no means to put gold on my face, because I didn't think so much at that time.

Hu Zerun probably thought the same way, so after encountering the enemy's front and rear pursuit, he knocked the platoon commander who threatened our lives to go first, and then led the pursuers away alone.

I thought he had become the third person, but what I didn't expect was that he actually survived and was caught by the 308th Division of the Crusaders - that is, the 219th Division of the Yulin Army.

The 219th Division still had the signboard of the 308th Division at that time, so when they stepped foot in the 32nd salient, Cheng Haoran, who was temporarily in command, was crazy and wanted to order the head of our camp to be cut off, not a joke, when we saw the two sides shooting into the distance and making a battle in full swing, our first reaction was that the camp was treasonous.

Of course, it is impossible for the camp to be treasonous!

In the attack and defense, which lasted nearly ten hours, our battalion sacrificed more than 300 comrades-in-arms, and the two companies that came to support later also lost more than 100 people.

It was only the 308th Division of the Crusaders who defected, so we all became "prisoners", staying in the prisoner camp, hiding our respective weapons under our butts, watching the groups of enemies cross the 32nd salient majestically and stupidly, at that time I wanted to laugh, although I was beaten by a group of Crusaders passing by, although I was there to forgive, although I let the brothers watch a wonderful show, but I just wanted to laugh.

A big meal, a hearty meal - that's what I thought at the time, beat it, your uncle will get revenge soon, and sure enough, on the afternoon of the 27th, we took out our weapons and, with an incredible appearance, cleaned up the enemy's heavy artillery division that had arranged positions around us.

But the nightmare ensued, and we needed to hold out for at least 6 hours on the road five kilometers away, until the heavy troops of the assault group returned to the division and completely annihilated the enemy.

The fighting, which began on the night of the 25th and lasted until the 26th, was brutal, and our battalion lost almost all of its armored vehicles and infantry vehicles, but the previous battle could be called gentle compared to the blocking battle that began on the 27th, although we lost 348 of our brothers in that battle.

When the battle broke out, we stayed behind as a reserve, and it didn't take long for us to receive a task to support the airborne troops next door who were attacked by the enemy, the eagles of the airborne troops were very strong, they fought very tenacious, but the enemy like a tide still attacked their positions, if it wasn't for us to enter the battlefield at a critical moment, the airborne battalion would definitely lose its position.

In that battle, we lost 19 brothers, the reserve composed of three platoons, the reserve composed of three platoons with the most combat effectiveness in the whole battalion, we lost 19 brothers, but no one is absolutely not worth it, because once the position of the Airborne Forces is broken through, it is useless for us to continue to hold on, and to rescue them, not only for friendly troops, but also for ourselves.

Therefore, the battalion's behavior of supporting the only remaining armored vehicles and infantry chariots in the battalion to the next position did not displease the soldiers, because we are the Black Flag Army, and we are so strong.

Tough!

Toughness is cast with life and sacrifice, we are worthy of our own black flag military emblem, until the end of the resistance battle, we have always held the position, even if we sacrificed four of the five company commanders of our battalion, the platoon commander only survived 3, and the battalion headquarters fought to the end with only 5 people, but we finally held the position, when the reinforcements came, we were still firmly on the position to block the enemy, never die!

I'm lucky to have survived—but I'd rather I be among those who died!

Do you know, the 2nd Battalion of 943 people, after the end of the battle, only 44 people, plus 24 of our brothers in the field hospital, a total of 68 people survived, our 2nd Battalion This battle is equal to the annihilation of the regiment!

Only 21 of the two companies of the Wehrmacht survived the battle, and the two companies combined had more than 300 men, and 21 survived in the end.

To this day, I can't forget that brutal resistance battle, the enemy is pouring in like a tide, there is no edge in sight, killing endlessly, killing one, ten more in the back, ten more in the back, a hundred fucking in the back!

The imperial army finally achieved its strategic goal and completely annihilated the two forces of the enemy who were transferred out, and on May 1, the last 400,000 enemies in the crusader permanent fortification group that claimed to never fall walked out of the fortification group with a white flag, and we won the war that broke out suddenly, and at the cost of 90,000 casualties, we fought an invincible record of destroying 1.588 million enemies, and at the same time, we can also carry the battle flag of the Black Flag Army without shame, because we are as fierce, brave, fearless, tenacious and terrifying as our ancestors.

After retiring from the front, we stayed silently in the station, the 900 new recruits replenished yesterday were in place, and the 2nd Battalion was full again, but the familiar faces could no longer be seen much, looking at those worried newcomers, I suddenly wondered, can they afford the honor we have earned back with blood and sacrifice?

I can't allow them to tarnish such a noble honor, so after I just hung up the rank of lieutenant today, I took my subordinates and stepped on the training ground, the 2nd Battalion must be tenacious, the 2nd Battalion must be the strongest, no matter how many people are replaced, such a tradition cannot be changed, I don't want one day, the 2nd Battalion for which we fought, the 2nd Battalion for which we sacrificed, become a foil for the enemy to show off their exploits.

We can only be the object of fear of the enemy!

Just after dinner, I heard the news - the Western forces want a peaceful solution to this war.

The fall of the group of permanent fortifications, which is claimed to never fall, almost broke the backbone of the Western forces guarding the land bridge, and they must be afraid.

So I came running and begged for mercy.

But what reassures me is that the imperial army rejected the enemy's proposal for conditional surrender, and instead demanded that the crusaders completely withdraw from the land bridge and admit defeat, and the Western powers, which did not give up until the Yellow River, did not accept such conditions, and the war had to continue.

Sometimes I wish this war would end soon, just a few battles, and I find myself beginning to hate the war, but, thinking of those brothers who died, thinking of the price paid by our 2nd battalion for the war, I feel that this war must continue and completely drive the Western forces out of the land bridge.

Only in this way can our sacrifice be worthwhile, and our efforts will be worth it!

Maybe if the war continues, I will lose more brothers, or I will be the object of worship in the next battle, but the Western forces must be eliminated from the land bridge, so that we can rely on the Red Mountains to protect the Empire's sphere of influence in the future, so that it is difficult for the Western forces to extend their tentacles.

As the old saying goes, even if the future generations of the empire do not succeed, the loser can lose for a few more years.

I hate goddamn theocracy, and I don't want my children and grandchildren to survive in the shadow of theocracy one day, so the Red Mountains must be controlled in the hands of the imperial army, so that the empire can ignore the threat of theocracy, and let the Western theocratism of the dog day play their "God loves the world" in their own land!

At night, I didn't expect that I would write so many words, it's incredible - if the war was over, I would find a way to keep the war I experienced in the form of words without involving secrecy.

If nothing else, I just want those who sacrificed their lives to leave a mark in the vast history......

Just like the camp stubbornly recorded the names of the fallen one by one in a notepad, the sacrificed people should not be drowned in the endless group of heroic spirits in Dragon City, they should be worshiped by the younger generations!