CHAPTER XXII

Dinner changed a bit that day, and the logistics unit brought in some compressed biscuits, so we didn't have to eat canned food anymore.

Compressed biscuits are divided into two flavors: white and oil-soaked salt and pepper flavors, 0.5 kg in a pack, four pieces per pack, 125 grams per slice. It is said that this biscuit is very rich in nutrients, and it has an obvious effect on maintaining people's physical functions, which can increase physical fitness and reduce hunger.

I chose the salt-and-pepper one, and although the white one is better to swallow than the salt-and-pepper one and doesn't require more water, I know it...... After sweating a lot, you need to replenish salt, otherwise you will be weak and unable to cope with the next march or battle.

Don't think that these compressed biscuits are used to pick and appaxe, according to the tradition of our army, it is the reward of winning the battle, and defeating the war...... Just accept criticism and self-examination! It doesn't matter how many people you have sacrificed or how brave you are in battle.

But fortunately, we can't say that this battle is completely lost, and I think that's why the superiors have not been able to achieve results until now, and the soldiers have been able to maintain a certain morale.

So I couldn't help but stink...... What would this army do without me? I'm not a white drop!

So why are there compressed biscuits to eat?

First of all, this biscuit is not a good thing in the first place, it was originally distributed by every unit, but because the unit I am in has the task of crossing the river, it generally carries an "iron coffin" that is not easy to get wet.

"Iron coffin" is another name given to the canned food by the soldiers, because the long life of the can is like a coffin, and the soldiers all feel that half of their bodies are in the coffin, so they have a feeling to call it "iron coffin".

Secondly...... The reason why we have these compressed biscuits to eat is entirely because the superiors want to use this old street as a transit point between the front line and the rear.

Lao Cai is a traffic hub, isn't it?

Since it is a transportation hub, it means that there are various roads, railways, and mountain roads leading to the front line from here, so storing strategic materials here is the best policy, which can facilitate the logistics troops to deliver ammunition and food to the front line in a timely manner.

In other words...... In the future, not only compressed biscuits will be transported to Lao Cai, but there will also be various supplies and ammunition......

As a unit stationed in Lao Cai, this can be said to be our benefit, because we don't have to worry about running out of supplies. But it can also be said to be our nightmare, because it means that we will be the focus of the Vietnamese army's attack.

"Hey, comrades!" Just as the soldiers and I were swallowing a mouthful of biscuits and water, the old squad leader of the cooking class came up with two baskets and shouted at us happily: "Comrades...... The steamed buns that have just come out of the cage are here! ”

As he spoke, he lifted the lid, and the fragrance immediately overflowed.

"Wow......"

With a cheer, the soldiers boiled, and Hula surrounded them, stretched out their hands and grabbed them.

The old squad leader was so anxious that he shook his hand at us: "Slow down...... Line up and ...... one by one."

"Old squad leader!" Scar asked a little strangely, "Where did you get this steamed bun?" ”

"Isn't that?" The old squad leader casually tore off the towel hanging around his neck and wiped it on his sweaty face: "There was a cart of flour on it, and I thought that the soldiers hadn't eaten hot food for a long time, so I asked for two bags of steamed buns after asking for two bags, and found a pot in the house of the Vietnamese people and steamed steamed buns......"

"Yours......" Scar wanted to say something, but the rest of the words blocked the steamed bun in his mouth.

I couldn't resist the temptation of the aroma, so I couldn't wait to stuff two of them into my mouth......

People who eat hot food at home every day can't understand the pain of satisfying our hunger with canned food every day...... Just like returning home to reunite with their loved ones, some soldiers were even reluctant to eat, but they were afraid that the heat would dissipate like this, so they carefully covered their hands and tasted a little bit.

Looking at this, the old squad leader sighed on the side and said: "I have all been closed from the ghost gate, and I can't even eat a hot meal, and the most pitiful thing is those comrades who sacrificed, and I couldn't eat a bite of steamed buns when I left......

Hearing this, the soldiers were all stunned, and some of the soldiers thought about the comrades who had just died, and their tears flowed down at once, and they wanted to cry happily, but they were full of steamed buns in their mouths and hands, so there was a vague choked sound of "woo" everywhere......

As the sun set, the afterglow of the setting sun unwillingly erupted from the treetops, dyeing the white clouds and the green mountains blood-colored, and the whole shijie seemed to have fallen into a red dye vat and rolled back.

At the right time, the scholar sat on the top of the hill again, silently pulled out the harmonica and blew it with the wind.

But it's a farewell.

Listening to the melody of the slight sorrow and cangsang, the warriors invariably hummed along with the song:

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green

The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered

Life is rare to get together, only parting more

……”

Along with the sound of the song, it is the sorrow of the soldiers and the fading sunset......

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Originally, I thought that the Vietnamese army would give us a little time to rest tonight, after all, both sides did not get any benefits in the battle, right? According to my thinking, since this is the case, it is better for both parties to stop for a while and rest......

But a battlefield is a battlefield, and the enemy will never do what we want it to, and the tide of war will never always go the way we think it will be.

With a "boom", a three-story mixed wood-brick building of the school collapsed.

My fighters and I were quickly woken up, and although most of us didn't sleep at all under the bite of mosquitoes, we still felt our guns and entered the battle state at the first time.

Gunshots soon rang out...... But I think it was all overly nervous fighters firing indiscriminately, because I didn't see any of the enemies, and I didn't hear the cries of the enemies.

"What's going on?"

"The more devils are coming to sneak attack?"

……

I heard people asking questions, but I didn't speak.

Because I know that no one will know what is going on at this time, and it is in vain to ask.

It's not that the warriors don't know this, they know that they still have to ask if they can't ask the result, just because they need an outlet for the fear in their hearts, and they hope that someone can give them a satisfactory answer to calm their hearts.

"It's not a big deal!" Scar quickly said in a relaxed tone: "I can't tell if any careless comrade accidentally ignited the grenade, and the house of this devil couldn't help but explode, and it collapsed in just one fell swoop." ”

Although this answer was unreasonable, it temporarily stabilized the morale of the army, so the soldiers quickly quieted down.

"Attention comrades!" Scar continued, "Don't run around, don't shoot randomly, it's pitch black...... Maybe you will let your own people be beaten as more devils, or your own people will be beaten as more devils! Do you understand? ”

"Understood!"

"Understood!"

……

What is strange to me is that Scar is a very experienced leader, in my opinion, his ability is definitely above the company commander and even above the battalion commander, plus he has been a soldier for a long time, and the scar on his face also proves that he is brave in battle...... Why is it still just a small platoon leader.

Of course, that's not something I need to care about.

What I need to care about now is actually very simple, that is, whether I can get out of this battlefield alive.

After more than ten minutes, the gunfire finally stopped, and from this point of view, some soldiers of our unit were really not suitable to participate in the battle. Because of the experience of the Vietnamese army agents pretending to be our soldiers to make trouble last night, the superiors issued a strict order not to shoot indiscriminately before dark tonight...... But it is clear that this order did not have the desired effect.

After a period of emergency communication, the troops finally figured out the situation: a warehouse in the northeast corner where food and supplies were stored was attacked by Vietnamese troops, and the Vietnamese army unknowingly touched the sentry guarding the warehouse, and then ignited the explosives package in the warehouse...... As a result, the comrades of the logistics unit were busy all day in vain.

"Squad leader!" The scholar sat next to me and frowned and said, "Something is wrong, how can the Yue Devil seem to know everything about our situation!" ”

"yes!" The small stone not far away said: "Our battalion went out to ambush the Vietnamese devils, as if they all knew our marching route." ”

"Especially tonight!" The reader leaned in front of me again: "It is said that ...... In order to prevent the Yue devils from discovering where the food was, the people of the logistics unit specially chose to collect the grain after dark, but they still let the Yue devils blow it up! ”

"There are spies!" I replied disappreciatively.

I have heard the old man say a long time ago that there are a large number of spies infiltrated into our army.

There are two reasons for this, one is that Vietnam and China have a period of comrades and brothers, and even many Vietnamese devil officers have been directly trained in our army's military academies, so there are not a few people in the Vietnamese army who can speak fluent Chinese.

The second is that the examination of our army's enlistment is too lax. Just like me, I just reported my name at the beginning, and then I enlisted in the army in a daze, and many soldiers even died without knowing where they were and what their names were.

It is conceivable that since I can enlist in the army like this, the Yue devils who can speak Chinese can naturally enlist in the army like this.

"It's not just a matter of spies this time!" At some point, Scar said next to us: "The high ground around Lao Cai is full of troops of our army, and the barbed wire and mines are all pulled up...... After asking them, they all said that everything was normal and they didn't find that the Yue devil passed by, but the warehouse still let them blow up, and no one knew how the Yue devil came in! ”

Hearing this, I couldn't help but chuckle in my heart and said, "What if...... Didn't this devil come in from the outside? ”

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