"Erlian, follow me!"

Shaking the revolver with red tassels in my right hand, and holding a whistle tied to my neck with a red silk rope in my left hand, I crawled out of a parallel trench more than a man high along the pedal dug into the wall of the trench, and my eyes were suddenly filled with fireworks that seemed to devour the entire world.

The shrill sound of military trumpets came from behind, left and right, and I felt a strong wind pushing me fiercely, and I rushed straight towards the terrifying fireworks at the top of the mountain like a kite with a broken string.

My name is Li Ruishi, the commander of the 2nd Company of the 1st Battalion of the 93rd Regiment of the 31st Brigade of the 11th Infantry Division, 24 years old, unmarried.

About three months ago, I was the platoon commander of the third platoon of this company, and on 16 January, during the attack on the forward positions from the foot of the Kimir Mountains to the mountainside, I and Warrant Officer Nie Wenqing, the midshipman of the third platoon, were the only among all the combatants of the second company who were able to retreat in their entirety. In other words, within a day, the second consecutive was over.

On 20 January, I was appointed the new commander of the 2nd Company, reorganized the 2nd Company, and within a week I received 120 soldiers, eight non-commissioned officers, three midship-deed warrant officers, and two ensigns, of whom only three non-commissioned officers and one ensign had taken part in combat.

Battalion Commander Du, who carries a cigarette pouch and pot all day long, told me: "We have a lot of people in China, and it doesn't matter how much you lose if you are a small soldier, but it is not easy to train experienced non-commissioned officers and officers, and you can't get them together in two or three years. ”

At that time, another image of Battalion Commander Du came to mind: with an open chest full of sweat, a knife in his right hand, and a scale in his left hand, pointing at the meat pieces on the shop with military rank marks and shouting loudly.

My stomach was very sour at the time.

The training of the rookies lasted less than a month, and the second general offensive began with a bang, our regiment was followed as a brigade reserve behind the 91st and 92nd regiments, and the brigade's task was to attack the C fortress on the west side of the main peak of the Kimir Mountains. Some of the recruits of the 91st regiment were frightened, and actually disobeyed the order and fled down the mountain, and the regiment commander killed several with his own hands but could not stop them, and the deserters who rushed down the mountain panicked and shouted, as a result, the recruits of our regiment ran back together, and the attack was forced to stop. As a result, the brigade commander was reprimanded by the commander, the commander of the 91st regiment and our regiment were punished, more than a dozen deserters in the lead were killed, and the others were sent to the gendarmerie for reform. At that time, a third of the recruits in our company ran away, and after Battalion Commander Du was scolded by his superiors, he took out anger on several of our company commanders and sent fire to me for an hour.

Because this happened to our 31st Brigade, we were not allowed to take on the battle after that, and by the end of the second general offensive, our brigade was the only brigade in the army that was fully manned. In this general attack, our brigade commander was able to lead his brigade to attack the D fortress on the main peak of the Kimir Mountains, which may have something to do with this.

I'm a lucky man.

The warrant officers of the Earl's family were also lucky.

The warrant officer of the earl's family is Nie Wenqing, he is the fifth male of the current commander of the Southwest Military Region, Count Nie Shicheng, twenty-two years old, a fourth-year trainee of the Imperial Army University, he writes in his spare time, and his face shows a certain literati melancholy from time to time, and tells me privately that he actually hates war—in my opinion, he is nothing more than a billet that has not yet been forged into the shape of a sword, and he will sooner or later become a sword, unless fate has abandoned him before that......

Now he was following me, with a light machine gun on his shoulder, and I appointed him as the leader of the machine gun squad when the second company was reorganized, and the young man was in good physical condition, running like a little fox.

A platoon led by Warrant Officer Tong Qianhua ran ahead of me, and the platoon was responsible for playing the vanguard today, equipped with an engineer squad and carrying dozens of blasting canisters in order to open the way for the whole company in the minefield and barbed wire array.

The company's mission that day was to coordinate with the other companies of the battalion to penetrate into the bunker group around Fort 13 on the east side of Fort D, and to use the enemy's communication trenches to return to the side of Fort Duomian and occupy it, so as to cover the main force of the regiment to attack from the east side of the fort.

The deployment of Battalion Commander Du was that the first company was on the left, the second company was in the center, the third company was on the right, the fourth company was in reserve, the first company and the second company were the main attackers, and the third company was responsible for containment.

Camp Commander Du, who has his cigarette pouch and pot pinned to his waist, must be staring at me from behind my ass...... At yesterday's mobilization meeting, Brigade Commander Fang announced that he would set up a combat supervision team in each regiment, and those who retreated without an order would be killed.

I don't want to die with those rookies under the bullets of my own people, but fortunately, after these days of intensive training, the non-commissioned officers and officers have slowly established their prestige, I have repeatedly found those soldiers who fled before the battle to talk face-to-face, say all the good things, and say the cruel words thoroughly, from time to time I also take a few people to the front line to walk around, familiar with the battlefield environment, but in the end I can only do this, if this is not good, it seems that it is difficult for me to take on this heavy responsibility, a company commander can't do it well, and what kind of dog face drip saliva fantasy general, The future of parliamentarians, prime ministers, etc.?

The earth is disgustingly rotten.

We climbed up the ankle-length mud, a brand new flag fluttering around me, the mountain getting steeper and steeper, and the momentum of the first minute or two was quickly melted away by the combined force of the muddy water and the hillside.

Large and small shells suddenly exploded around, and the muddy water flew in all directions, and the bullets hit the ground with a sharp whistling sound, splashing rows of high and low pillars of mud.

The front row almost fell down together in an instant, and it was impossible to see who was knocked down and who was reflexively lying down automatically.

The next batch of shells came closer, and the soldier holding the flag on my right hand shook twice in a muffled voice, and plunged into the mud, and Sergeant Deng Ningfa of the second platoon hurriedly stepped forward to grab the flagpole of the company flag, so that the dragon flag on the red ground was not dyed black and yellow by the mud.

"Lie down!"

I raised my right arm high and swung my palms together three times in succession.

As soon as I touched the ground, the front of my uniform was immediately covered in mud.

Someone pressed my head, turned my head and saw that it was Camp Commander Du.

"Mom, you can't shoot you, get me up, rush!"

"Battalion commander, this won't work, we should find a way to get rid of their firepower first......

"It's too late, the main force of the regiment is waiting for us, you see, the company is lying down with you, so it's a fart! Get up and rush me! ”

"The enemy's fire is too fierce, and if you attack like this, you will only destroy the whole army!"

I don't know where I got the courage to confront the battalion commander - anyone who disobeys the military order before the battle can be executed on the spot!

"Ask for artillery support, it will only take five minutes, concentrate on the section of the breastwork on the right, where the fire is stuck in our offensive line from the side, as soon as the fire is ready, I will lead my men to rush to the dead corner in the lower left of Fort 13, the frontal fire I call it! Five minutes is enough! Battalion commander, please! ”

Battalion Commander Du glared at me angrily, and after three seconds, he nodded.

"This is only one time, not the next one!"

A few minutes later, a burst of dense artillery fire covered the section of the breast wall on our right hand with countless bullet holes and cannon holes, taking advantage of the thick smoke obscuring the enemy's vision and shrapnel threatening the enemy's eyes, I snatched the brightly colored company flag from Deng Ningfa's hand, led the second and third platoons to rush forward, caught up with the first row with three strikes and two blows, and kicked their butts to get them up.

"All of the second company come with me!"

I was at the front, and I didn't want anything more on my mind than the ravine that was located under the steep slope of Fort 13.

Bullets and shrapnel danced around me enthusiastically, and I ran and jumped like a rabbit, and I felt vaguely psychedelic, and I was vaguely aware that someone was aiming at me, because I was holding a stunningly bright battle flag. Another consciousness flickered and seemed like a cloud: there might be a mine under the ground, and my legs would fly into the sky at any moment.

A second, or a year, I can't be sure, I didn't fall, and I rolled into that little ditch with a flag.

One, two, a dozen, about seventy or eighty people rolled in one after another, each covered from head to toe or dripping with mud.

After briefly meeting with the frightened or flukely gazes of some of them, I began to look for Warrant Officer Tong Qianhua in the first platoon: "Platoon leader! A long line! ”

"Here!"

Tong Qianhua's hat was gone, and blood was oozing from his forehead, which was nothing.

"The guy who brought you, blew up the barbed wire fence on it! Be quick! ”

"Yes!"

Tong Qianhua shouted several times, pulled up the twenty or so people, took out the blasting canister from the backpack, loaded it with his hands and feet, and touched the steep slope against the ground.

"Get on the bayonet!"

A few seconds later, there was a snowy knife light in the ditch.

There was a muffled explosion, and a large cloud of gray smoke rose up the slope, and it was now!

"Follow me!"

I threw the battle flag to Deng Ningfa, took out a grenade from his waist, and patted Nie Wenqing's shoulder by the way: "Be careful, follow the way you were training, fight, it's not a big deal!" ”

The last half of the sentence was turned against him—I climbed the steep slope with my hands and feet, and followed the remains of the barbed wire fence to see the enemy's trench slope, with several rifles pointed at me or behind me.

I threw the grenade and lay down, and I could feel at least one bullet across my scalp - my military hat flipped backwards.

More grenades flew over my head and in a beautiful arc towards the trench twenty or thirty paces away.

My ears hurt a little when the smoke rose, but this did not prevent me from jumping up, speeding over the enemy's trench, sliding into the trench, firing six 7.62mm rounds from the revolver at the enemy who could see clearly and unclearly, then plunging the pistol into my waist, picking up a Russian-made rifle, and beating all the animals in the trench with the butt that were still movable and not covered in mud and water.

Three minutes later, a company followed, and there was not a single Russian alive in the trenches.