Extra, the night before the big war
This day as the world knows.
At one o'clock in the morning, far south of the border of the motherland.
Zhang Guoqing, who had just come out of the front-line command headquarters, lit a cigarette and looked up at the enemy country from afar.
In the mountains before dawn, Chen gusted the mountain wind hit, which made his nerves that had been tense all night relaxed, and his mind seemed to be much clearer.
At this moment, he could still hear the wireless telegraphers in his ears, who were constantly transmitting orders, instructions, and tasks from their superiors in secret words.
There were dots in between, as well as scouts from all over the front who were constantly reporting new movements on the enemy's forward positions.
And part of this information may come from the squad led by his three sons.
It's been a few days since he came, but he still hasn't seen his three sons.
At this moment, his three sons may be on their way home, or they may be hiding within the borders of the enemy.
He didn't dare to wonder if the children would be in danger. I didn't even dare to think about my daughter-in-law who was far away in the capital.
At the moment of the great enemy, selfishness has become unimportant.
The battlefield is changing rapidly.
If there is a turning point in history and an unexpected change, he will also go to the battlefield. Not for the so-called righteousness, nor for high positions.
He is only a soldier at the moment, and he can only be a soldier first.
Zhang Guoqing held a cigarette between his fingers, lit the white smoke from the sparks, kept burning, gradually shortened, and the pain on his fingers woke him up.
Inside, the same as the soldiers on duty outside.
All the officers and soldiers had bloodshot eyes.
Perhaps it's the high level of stress that keeps the brain in a state of excitement.
No one is sleepy at the moment.
Everyone was waiting for that moment to come.
Await!
Waiting in silence......
The clock rotates forward by second and minute......
The countdown has finally begun!
A few orders......
Soon, the whistling and rapid flight of cannonballs in front of them pierced the dawn sky.
The self-defense counterattack was carefully arranged, and it started on time!
-- First, it continued to attack the enemy's forward positions and targets in depth for half an hour.
The enemy's forward position in the distance can be seen with the naked eye, and it has become a sea of fire, and the smoke from the burning trees is full of smoke, reaching into the sky.
The entire sky over the Sino-Vietnamese border is like a blazing fire.
In the past, it could only be limited to the senses of movies and television, but Zhang Guoqing can only realize at this moment that this is a real war.
It did not start by land, sea and air, nor did it have fighter planes all over the sky, it was a real infantry advance, and it was a peaceful and prosperous era in which human lives were fought for.
This is the first time he has faced it head-on, and it is false to say that he has not been shocked and shocked in his heart, and his heart is far from being calm on the surface, and he suddenly remembered a sentence.
——I'd rather be a peace dog than a troubled world.
At this moment, these ten words actually came to mind in his mind, and Zhang Guoqing himself was a little dumbfounded.
Compared with the previous petty fights, the battle has begun, that is, forward, please enter, please enter...... For the sake of the land behind, but also for the glory of the motherland.
The infantry fighters, who had first concealed a few hundred meters from the enemy's forward position, waited for half an hour for the artillery to carry out the attack on the enemy's position, and then they began to rush to the peak.
Fight for the enemy's position, fight the enemy to the end, advance in depth for the majority, and open the passage with their flesh and blood!
The day's fighting continued until dark.
The whole battlefield gradually fell silent, except for the sporadic sound of wooden cannons, and after occupying the enemy positions, another major battle would be followed tomorrow.
On the first day, two days...... Time passes.
Zhang Guoqing didn't know that the front line was full of people, and when he was busy dispatching supplies, the little smoking time he squeezed out was full of wounded people as far as his eyes could see.
This is still the lightly wounded fighters.
They usually have some torn skin, shrapnel on their heads, and broken limbs. The wound was covered with a cloth of sand, oozing black and red blood.
Zhang Guoqing once heard a sentence before: If you are slightly injured, you will not be in the line of fire, and if you are seriously injured, you will not be admitted to the hospital.
These soldiers with so-called minor injuries as long as they do not affect their physical movements, they really do not get out of the line of fire with minor injuries.
Seriously injured and not admitted to the hospital?
The seriously wounded soldiers had already lost too much blood, and almost none of them had their eyes open, as if they had already died, even if they did not go to the hospital for rescue.
But he believes that if these people can hold on, they will still hold their ground until the last moment.
According to the command, the war went well.
But how about going well?
The fallen martyrs will never wake up again.
Many of them stayed in a foreign land, on the border between the two countries, and they were undoubtedly great, but how could the relatives behind them bear this great grief?
There is no home from the country, this sentence is too heavy.
Behind it are young and respectable lives.
I don't know if the sky is sad about the fall of these young lives. It began to weep and began to rain lightly, which became heavier and heavier, accompanied by bursts of thunder.
The fierce battle continued......
When Zhang Guoqing met his three sons, it was already the twelfth day of his arrival.
Looking at the three sons who were walking towards him, and at Ping An with the straps on his arms......
At this moment, Zhang Guoqing found that he was not distressed, only full of joy, and more glad that the children came back alive.
After a moment of distraction, he realized that perhaps he had witnessed this battle with his own eyes, and he understood a little more that it was victory to walk down from the battlefield alive.
After rebandaging the wounds of the eldest son and rubbing the wound medicine for a pair of younger sons, Zhang Guoqing hugged his sons tightly one by one.
Looking at the fallen soldiers one by one, and looking at the number of casualties that came up one by one, Zhang Guoqing didn't know what to say or what to say.
He had a lot of words to talk to the children.
But finally he opened his mouth and closed it again.
After all, a thousand words can only be reduced to one sentence: you must come back alive.
Yes, here, he doesn't expect the children to be unscathed now, as long as they can come back with a breath in reserve, he can already thank God, it doesn't matter if he lives for decades.
With those fallen martyrs, he cannot, and cannot, selfishly stop his children from advancing, let alone break the wings of his sons.
Whoever has no high authority in his house, and his son is a son, but how can a son of whose house not be a son?
The three Ping'an brothers saluted their father solemnly, "Wait for us to come back." ”
Seeing the children each hurriedly eat a few steamed buns and a canned vegetables, and let out a sigh of contention, Zhang Guoqing didn't dare to think about what they had eaten recently?
The sunset at dusk is sprinkled from the sky.
Darkness is coming!
Seeing that the three sons began to set off again, Zhang Guoqing didn't dare to ask them what their next task was?
As a small advance team, their responsibility is always to pull teeth from the tiger's mouth.
He didn't ask for much.
I only hope that the three brothers can return safely, and I only hope that this battle will be successfully counterattacked as soon as possible, and there will be no more victories filled with human lives.