Company-level cadres such as scrivener boxes also participated, and of course not every company commander could participate, and only those who had made outstanding achievements in battle had a chance. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The info scrivener box belongs to the category of people who have the opportunity to participate. Only then did he know that Ma's deputy head was named Ma Zhigang.

In addition to Division Commander Sun, Deputy Regiment Commander Ma became the natural protagonist and was commended not only by the division commander, but also by the Allied command. For the whole highway was built under his auspices. It can also be said that the head of the regiment, Li Hong, is an adult, and he gave the credit to Deputy Commander Ma.

Deputy Head Ma's eyebrows fluttered, and he stood on the stage and said a large set of impassioned words, which was very capable of inciting emotions. The audience applauded thunderously, and the deputy head of the regiment Ma was lifted to the sky.

The scrivener didn't say a word with a cold face, and he didn't even bother to look at the other party, it was too disgusting, and he was afraid that he would not be able to help but spit it out. He couldn't help but think of the summary meeting after the Tiankeng mission, which was the same. It's just that this time the protagonist is not an American and British officer, but his own person.

The scrivener sighed lightly, and set his eyes on the regiment commander Zhao Di, he really didn't want to stay here for a moment, he just wanted to follow the regiment commander to fight well.

The celebration meeting was very successful, and there were no people like Jim to stir up the situation, and Deputy Head Ma was the protagonist from beginning to end, impassioned from beginning to end.

The scrivener simply turned his face away, not wanting to look at the other party again. At the end of the conference, the scrivener found the head of the regiment Zhao Di as soon as possible and asked to return to the 113th regiment.

At this time, Zhao Di was sitting on a shabby chair, and the simple room isolated the night outside. He lit his clumsy pipe and took a sharp puff, and the spark was sucked brightly. A thick puff of smoke puffed out of his nostrils. Ahem, he coughed lightly twice and said slowly, "Return? The Sharp Knife Company has never left, so how can it be returned? ”

"I just want to obey your command and no longer be at the mercy of the deputy head of the regiment." Scrivener tells the truth.

"Oh." Zhao Di responded lightly, which was a response. After a pause, he continued: "The counteroffensive has begun, the 112th Regiment is heading to the front line, and it will reach here in three days. The Bebeto Heights is a barrier that must not be lost. ”

"I know. Guaranteed completion of the task. The scrivener responded, no longer mentioning the return.

"Well, that's how a manly man should be." Zhao Di smiled, put the pipe on the table and continued: "The Sharp Knife Company was given a special mission at the beginning of its establishment, and it cannot be taken for granted. Performing special missions is the meaning of your Sharp Knife Company's existence, you know? ”

"Yes!" The scrivener responded loudly.

Zhao Di nodded in satisfaction: "You stay here for a period of time first, which can be regarded as rest." I'm afraid I'll have to perform a more special mission in a few days, and I'm afraid I won't be able to rest when I want to. ”

"Yes." The scrivener responded, as for what special task it was, he didn't ask, as a soldier, you can't ask your superiors too much about things, every sentence may involve military secrets.

The scrivener said goodbye to Zhao Di and returned to the Bebeto Heights, ordering the troops to rest in place and prepare for special tasks.

Two days later, a large number of troops were massed on the Indo-Burma road. From the heights of Bebeto, a group of soldiers drove from a distance, and the military appearance was neat, and there was no edge in sight. Green cars shuttled among the troops, adding a touch of tension to the march.

Gong Daniu rubbed his hands excitedly, he was really going to fight, it would be nice if he could go to the front line! The machine gun platoon has been training for so long, it's time to come in handy!

"Let's go, let's see." The scrivener said to Gong Daniu.

"Let's go." Of course Gong Da Niu is willing.

The two went down the hill and headed straight for the road. Standing on the side of the highway is more like a better experience of the atmosphere before the war. It can be seen from the fluttering banner that it is the 112th regiment, and they have been dispatched as the vanguard.

"Old generation." Suddenly someone shouted in the marching crowd.

The voice was very familiar, and the scrivener turned his head to see that it was Li Keji. Since the last time I separated, the scrivener returned to the base camp alone, and I don't know how everyone else is, whether they are still alive. However, Lao Dai is sure that Li Keji will definitely be safe, this guy has a deep background and is not so easy to die.

Judging from the military uniform, Li Keji was promoted, and the platoon commander was promoted to company commander. In fact, he has long been a deputy company commander and a platoon commander, and now he has become a serious company commander.

The two said a few words, and Li Keji hurried past the troops.

Two days later, fierce gunfire was heard at the mouth of the Hukang River valley, and the battle began. Bebeto Heights is not far from the battlefield, and the gunfire is clear when the wind is down.

The scrivener instructed his subordinates to strengthen their vigilance, and the flames of war might burn here.

That night, the soldiers on guard caught a man who claimed to be from the front line of the 112th Regiment and asked to see the scrivener by name. The sentry escorted the man to the scrivener's box. The other party said that it was sent by Li Keji and brought a handwritten letter.

Open the scrivener and take a look. To be honest, although he is very familiar with Li Keji, he is not familiar with Lao Li's notes, and as a soldier, it is impossible to write a word to communicate with each other every day. Still, the contents of the letter alarmed him.

"Little monkey, prepare the radio station and send a telegram to Lao Zhao." The scrivener said.

The little monkey hurried to get the radio station ready.

The general meaning of Li Keji's letter is: As soon as the 112th Regiment arrived at the mouth of the Hukang River Valley, it encountered problems, and the front-line commander-in-chief Merrill insisted on going his own way, and even spread the strength of the three battalions of the 112th Regiment on a 200-mile-long front. The mountains are high and densely forested, and it is very difficult to communicate and communicate with each other, and each company becomes an isolated stronghold. If the Japanese army were to break through individually, the consequences would be unimaginable. The regiment commander, Colonel Chen Mingren, had a premonition that the situation was not good, and suggested that Merrill revise the battle plan. But Merrill didn't listen at all, and he also set up the command of Commander Chen Mingren. Pushed three battalions of the 112th Regiment into an extremely dangerous situation. The battalion commanders of the battalions also objected, but they had no choice but to twist their arms around their thighs. Someone tried to report the situation to the division commander Sun Liren, but they were all stopped by Merrill. Li Keji had a premonition that something was wrong, so he thought of the scrivener, after all, the old generation's station was not far from the front line, so he sent a soldier to deliver the letter.

Di Di Di ...... The radio waves spread out with a mission. Zhao Yunlai successfully received it and said that he would definitely find a way to convey it to Master Sun.

The scrivener looks up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. The commander-in-chief of the front line is an American, why does it have to be an American? It's the Chinese who are really desperate on the battlefield! He'd seen this Merrill once, at the wrap-up meeting after the sinkhole mission, and it was a completely narcissistic and selfish guy. Thinking about meritorious service, how can you care about the life and death of Chinese soldiers!

"He. . . Mother. Target! The scrivener involuntarily cursed.