When he left the front line, he left all the ammunition for the friendly troops, and now he only has bullets in the magazine hanging from the submachine gun. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 But he didn't need the ammunition anymore, because his troops were ordered to rest in place, and the main force for the next battle was the 12th Infantry Corps.

In fact, Mo Dongshan was not originally an infantry member of the 2nd Infantry Army, he was promoted to the mechanized infantry division of the 2nd Infantry Army as a platoon commander because of the army reform half a year ago, because he had combat experience and passed the assessment. Unfortunately, because the number of armored vehicles is not large, his platoon has not yet completed the real mechanized reorganization, and now it can only travel on two legs.

Walking step by step along the trench in the direction of the time it came, from time to time you can still see the corpses of friendly soldiers and Japanese soldiers lying in the trenches that have not had time to clean up. Of course, there were many more Ming soldiers who passed him, and they had to approach the Japanese line along the trenches, and then join up with the friendly forces already there to continue the attack on the Japanese positions.

Mo Dongshan's mood is very apprehensive now, he is nervous and a little worried, and he doesn't know what he should do. He was the platoon leader of an infantry platoon with 40 infantrymen - but now he was alone in the trenches.

Because of the chaotic river crossing and the chaotic attack, half of his troops had long been separated from him, and the half that had been found had disappeared because of the chaos that followed the attack. Mo Dongshan now doesn't know how many of his men are still alive, and he doesn't know how many of them have died in battle.

His leather boots stepped on the already slightly muddy ground that had been trampled by countless people, and there was the fragrance of blood in the soil, and you could see the red marks left by the blood flowing. After all, every inch here has been fought over repeatedly, after all, countless people have fought here...... They have to leave something behind.

When he walked here, Mo Dongshan realized that his feet had become numb from the cold, and when he let a new infantry company walk past him, he looked down at his military boots soaked by the cold river water, and he didn't know what kind of expression he had on his face.

It's already cold in December, and it's not fun to wade across the water and fight with your soaked pants and shoes in a place like the Yalu River. Although he had taken off his shoes to clean up during the interval of the battle, although the fierce battle made him forget that he had a pair of wet shoes under his feet, he still remembered the pain under his feet at this time, so he had to reluctantly sit on an empty Japanese ammunition box against the pit wall, and took off his boots under his feet in pain.

Throwing the two boots by his side, he took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket, lit it and clipped it to his fingers, regardless of the cold weather, **** watched the other troops pass in front of him with his feet. He squinted and enjoyed his own world, swallowing clouds and spitting fog so uncomfortably.

Passing by him, there were countless strange young faces, these soldiers of the Ming Empire carried their own weapons, and looked at the officer in front of him with curious eyes. The steel helmet was casually dropped at his feet, and a pair of socks were spread out like pancakes.

Stuffing the cigarette between his fingers into his mouth and taking a deep breath, Mo Dongshan found that his hand was trembling slightly. He was not so heroic as to fear death, but the adrenaline secretion delayed the transmission of the fear to the brain.

This moment of silence reminded him of what he had just experienced on the battlefield, of the people around him who had been hit by bullets and fell into the icy water, and of the young friendly soldier he had held back. He watched the same young soldiers pass in front of him, and watched them look at him with a slight disdain.

"If you can sit here and smoke like me in an hour, and see if you will be cleaner than I am now." He shouted this to the infantrymen who had already gone away, and then shoved the cigarette into his mouth, puffing two puffs of white smoke from his nostrils.

In fact, no one laughed at him for being a little embarrassed, and it was not easy to survive such a battle. Mo Dongshan just wanted to vent the fear in his heart, and after venting, he returned to calm again.

His feet must have been frostbitten, and he found that his wet socks had frozen on the steel helmet and could not be put back on his feet. He saw the corpse of an ally in the distance, and walked over to the cold dirt, trying to remove a pair of shoes from the corpse.

Another troop passed by, and the soldiers stared at Mo Dongshan kneeling on the ground and taking off the shoes of the dead man. The atmosphere suddenly became eerie, and no one wanted to see this sad picture: no one wanted to die in battle, and they didn't want to see someone stripped naked after their death.

"Hey! I said Mr. Sergeant...... What about your troops? The commander of the infantry company that led the group through here frowned and stood beside Mo Dongshan, carrying a Type 31 rifle on his back, almost indistinguishable from an ordinary soldier except for the epaulettes.

Seeing a pair of military boots appear beside him, Mo Dongshan squinted his eyes and raised his head, then reluctantly dropped half of the military boots, stood up and posed in a general posture, clenched his right hand into a fist and saluted his chest and replied: "Sir, my troops were scattered on the way to attack, and I am also looking for them." ”

"Can you tell me what you're doing right now?" The company commander looked at Mo Dongshan's bare feet, and then at the corpse at Mo Dongshan's feet, his brows furrowed even deeper, and he asked in a somewhat unkind tone.

"When I crossed the river and landed, my shoes were wet, and my feet were numb from the cold, and when I took off my shoes, I found that my socks were frozen and I couldn't put them on...... So...... I want to find a pair of shoes to change into and go back to the troop assembly. Mo Dongshan stepped on the ground with his feet, although he was numb, he still felt the biting cold, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and replied.

The company commander was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "Hurry up...... When you're done, give your shoes to the fallen soldier to put on, it's a basic respect, sergeant. ”

"Yes! Sir! Mo Dongshan stood up and saluted again, and then wanted to squat down and continue to take off the deceased's shoes. The company commander turned his face sideways and shouted to the non-commissioned officer who was helping him to organize the training in the distance: "Whoever brought new socks, give me a pair!" Hurry up! The rest keep going! ”

Soon, Mo Dongshan had a pair of dry socks and a pair of shoes with some blood stains on the surface of his feet, but they were very dry inside. He put on a pair of wet shoes for the dead man, put on a steel helmet with two pairs of socks frozen on them, and continued to walk back with a cigarette in his mouth.

I don't know if it was his feet that regained sensation, or if it was psychological, he felt the warmth coming from his feet, and at this moment he wanted to cry, after all, to be able to survive such a cruel battle, it was worth shedding tears of joy.

But he couldn't hold back, and didn't cry in front of the people who came to him, because he knew that if he did, the people on the other side would probably laugh out loud - near the front line where the fighting was raging, you saw a man with a pair of frozen socks spread on his head crying and walking backwards, and it was definitely something that would make people laugh for three days and three nights.

You must know that in the barracks, there are not many things worth remembering or talking about. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been until today, and there are veterans who show off to the recruits, and a year ago, the blood-pumping striptease performance of the girls from Fengtian Qinglou at the **** performance in Liaodong was a year ago - in fact, they only saw the red belly pocket from a distance, and they had already shouted out of their throats.

Then, with this funny steel helmet, Mo Dongshan stopped his steps, he heard the roar of the tank engine, and it was a different engine roar. This alerted him and turned his gaze in the direction the voice was coming from.

He had heard the engine of the No. 1 Tank Modification countless times, and even sat on the engine compartment of the No. 1 or Tank 1 modification more than once when he was on the road. He was familiar with the tremors and sounds, so he could easily tell that it wasn't from Tank 1.

Then he saw the true face of the No. 2 tank, a new tank that the tank division of the armored forces could only be equipped with in the Ming Empire's secrecy stage. Rumors about the No. 2 tank have been circulating in the army of the Ming Empire for a long time, but it is only today that Mo Dongshan has really seen the No. 2 tank without covering the canvas.

Larger in size, with more slender guns, the new tank was moving forward towards Mo Dongshan, the wider tracks rolling up the dirt on the position, making the sound of metal hitting and rubbing, accompanied by the roar of the engine, getting closer and closer to Mo Dongshan who was standing there.

This is the real tank! Mo Dongshan was full of such sighs in his mind. Compared with the small bean dices of the No. 1 tank, the No. 2 tank left Mo Dongshan with a more secure sense of thickness. It's the real excitement to be accompanied by such a tank attack...... Watching the huge tank tracks run over the trench a meter in front of him, Mo Dongshan thought in his heart.

There were two men sitting on the turret of the tank, and they were supposed to be the commander of the gun and the commander of the vehicle, both of whom had headphones on their heads, and were looking curiously at the infantry sergeant standing in the trench next to the tank—from the perspective of the two of them, they could just get a full view of the piercing socks.

"New disguise?" After running over the trench, the gun commander of tank No. 2 turned his head sideways, withdrew his gaze, and asked his commander curiously...... (To be continued.) )