In today's parlance – luck is also a strength!

Who can guarantee that on the battlefield, the fast runner will be safe?

No, we will prove it with a living example now.

The big man carried a small steel cannon alone, a little faster than the other two could carry a small steel cannon together. Moreover, judging from the explosion point of the nearest small steel cannon shell, if it is three points in a straight line, the two people in the back are basically in a straight line with the big man in front, but the occasional shaking in the running will show the figure of the big man in front.

It is said that with such a small chance, after the shell explodes, the chance of shrapnel hitting the big man in front is almost zero.

But God just saw it, and let the small chance of almost zero happening.

In the explosion of "boom", two pieces of shrapnel shot at the big man like lightning, and they all miraculously passed close to the two artillerymen who were together carrying the small steel cannon, and even one of the shrapnel even broke the sleeve of one of the artillerymen.

A piece of shrapnel about three centimeters long and about one centimeter wide hit the small steel cannon that the big man carried on his shoulder, and in the crisp sound of "dang", a small spark was sparked, and then I don't know where it was bounced.

The other, on the other hand, was smaller, about two centimeters long and half a centimeter wide, and hit the big man on the right arm of the small steel cannon.

The big man snorted and threw himself forward to the ground.

When the two artillerymen in the back saw it, they hurriedly ran over, put down the small steel cannon, and asked about the big man's situation.

"Bitten by a mosquito, it's fine. ”

Don't look at what the big man said lightly, but he was sweating profusely, and he didn't know if it was caused by the rapid running just now, or the pain now.

The two artillerymen didn't know where the big man was hurt, and they were looking at the big man with their eyes. The big man sat up and touched the wound on his right arm with his left hand.

The shrapnel was inserted so deep that only a sharp piercing the size of a grain of rice remained. As soon as the big man touched the sharp shrapnel that was exposed, he gasped in pain and bared his teeth, and the two artillerymen who watched immediately grabbed his right arm to examine it.

"Can't pull it out!" Seeing that one of the two comrades-in-arms was clutching the two ends of the wound on his right arm, and the other was about to bow his head, obviously trying to pull out the shrapnel with his mouth, the big man hurriedly stopped them: "At least not now." ”

Seeing that the two of them turned their heads at the same time, the big man smiled, which was more ridiculous than crying.

"I guess the shrapnel is very deep. At this time, there is no medicine, no sterilization, and no bleeding stopping. As he spoke, the big man stood up and said with a smile: "Anyway, if our artillery is not a general, it will be like the enemy's meat meal, it doesn't matter if you have one more arm or one less arm, as long as the strength is still there......

As he spoke, he bent down and stretched out his left hand to hold the small steel cannon, and muttered in his mouth: "Fortunately, Lao Tzu's strength is still there, and his two legs are fine, so he can still carry the small steel cannon...... Hiss~!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but gasp.

Because he just grabbed the small steel cannon with his left hand, he tried hard to carry the small steel cannon on his left shoulder, but as a result, this force pulled the wound, and he couldn't help but snort in pain.

Then, he turned around and glared at his two comrades-in-arms: "I said, what are you two still doing there? You want to wait to eat the cannonballs? Blind, why don't you come and help me put this little steel cannon up." Hurry up, the platoon commander is waiting in front in a hurry. ”

The two artillerymen were moved by his arrogance, and were also a little confused by his explanation, and were pondering his words, so they were there for a while.

Hearing his words, he hurriedly ran up, and while carrying the small steel cannon to the left shoulder of the big man, he asked, "Are you okay?" ”

"Get out!" The big man grabbed the small steel cannon hard, and scolded in his mouth: "Lao Tzu can beat you two to death with one hand, and carry a small steel cannon, this is also a thing?"

Then, regardless of the two of them, he walked forward quickly with a small steel cannon on his shoulder. It's just that his speed is much slower, and he still gasps for breath from time to time. Apparently, the wound on his right arm was deep and painful, making him no longer as nimble as before.

And after the two artillerymen carried the small steel cannon, they did not exceed the big man, but almost walked side by side with him. From time to time, his eyes glanced at the big man. Obviously, the two artillerymen were worried about the big man and were ready to go over and help at any time.

After running for about 30 meters, seeing the platoon commander squatting on the edge of a low forest in front of him, the big man turned his head and whispered to the two comrades-in-arms and threatened: "I warn you two that when you see the platoon commander later, you are not allowed to say anything about my injury, otherwise, I will go back and clean up the two of you." You know what?"

Neither answered.

However, at this time, the platoon commander also saw them and stood up, and the big man had no chance to make sure.

"Why is it so slow? Don't you have enough to eat?" the platoon commander complained as he stepped forward to tie up the big man and put the small steel cannon down.

The big man glared at the two fiercely first, and when he saw that they both turned their heads, he smiled at the platoon commander with satisfaction: "Platoon leader, this road is a little difficult to run, so it's a little slower, and it won't be next time." Hey, hey!"

"Okay, without further ado, quickly set up the small steel cannon, this time, we must do a few more shots. ”

Soon, everyone set up the small steel cannon. And this time, there was plenty of time, the platoon commander did a relatively long test and modulation time, and even asked the big man about his judgment, so to speak, this time, the platoon commander had great expectations...... It's just that it is precisely because of this kind of over-emphasis and energy hit that he didn't notice that when asking the big man, the big man stretched out his left thumb to judge the distance, instead of the usual habit of using the right thumb.

"Knock! knock!"

Two shells ejected from the muzzle of the cannon and fired at the opposite side in the sound of "Boom~!Boom~!".

There are expectations, but they do not necessarily equal success, on the contrary, many times, the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

Because there were only eight shells left, the platoon commander did not quickly release the second shell this time, but kept staring at the opposite side with a telescope.

"Boom! boom!"

The two pieces of fire flashed almost at the same time, and at the moment when the fire flashed, the platoon commander did not see the human body being blown away, let alone more shells being detonated, which made the four platoon commanders understand that the two small steel cannons were missed.

This was the longest and most adequate artillery bombardment that I had been preparing for, but it turned out to be missed. This made the platoon commander feel a little annoyed.

"Let's go, transfer with me. As he spoke, the platoon commander picked up the shell box and took the lead...... It's really not a platoon commander who puts on a shelf, thinking that he is a platoon leader, so he can do light work. In fact, on the contrary, the platoon commander is rushing to do the hardest and most tiring work on weekdays. This is not only reflected in the platoon commanders, but also in the Eighth Route Army, almost all the commanders will not put on a show, they will all share weal and sorrow with the soldiers, and work together, and there will definitely be no such thing as the old warlords, which absolutely reflects the true meaning and importance of the words 'equality between officers and soldiers'.

The reason why the platoon commander only chooses to carry the ammunition box is mainly because the platoon commander, as an observer and commissioner, as well as a gunner, not only needs to concentrate on observation and judgment, but also must maintain physical strength and maintain his own flexibility and vigilance. Therefore, the real approach should be that he is empty-handed, conserves his physical strength and energy, and has coped with the shelling below. And now he took the initiative to carry the ammunition box and help share part of it, which is already considered an effort.

The big man also had to carry another small steel cannon, but as a result, he was carried on the shoulder by another comrade-in-arms, and he grinned at the big man and walked away quickly.

"You ......"

Say a word, but the rest of the words can't be spoken.

However, after the soldier behind him carried the second small steel cannon, he smiled and whispered to the big man: "The wounded should have the consciousness and treatment of the wounded, hey!

Seeing the three of them carrying their own things, the big man was empty-handed, and after being stunned for a full second, he cursed, "It's all a bunch of bastards!" Then, with his left hand, he scratched the back of his head, pouted, and quickly followed, but there was some emotion in his eyes. ...... Although everyone didn't say it, they helped him with practical actions and made him feel the affection of his comrades.

However, what the big man didn't know was that this was something that the two comrades-in-arms had already discussed: one deliberately dragged the big man behind, and the other ran faster and reported the situation to the platoon commander.

"Platoon commander, the big guy is injured......"

"Injured?" the platoon commander stopped, looked back, and then continued walking, asking, "Where is the injury?"

"I hurt my right arm, and the shrapnel was a little deep, and the big man wouldn't let us pull it out, saying that it would only be bad if it was pulled out at this time. ”

The platoon commander nodded and didn't say anything. Because he understands that the big man is an old gunner, and he participates in artillery training with him, but his brain is a little bad, so now he is only a deputy squad leader. You must know that in the same period, all those who survived are now the backbone of the artillery company of the assault regiment, at least a squad leader, and only the big man is a deputy squad leader, in today's words, he is the worst one.

However, the long combat career has allowed the big man to know how to deal with various wounds, so the platoon commander chose to believe the big man's own advice...... In fact, at this time, there is no way to believe it. What can you do if you don't have anything?

"By the way, platoon commander, the big man wants to save face, let's not tell you about this, you see......"

"Yes! In this way, the three of us worked hard, and while pretending not to know, we continued to take the initiative to carry these two small steel cannons and shell boxes, and didn't let the big man carry them, so that he could also get rest. ”

"Good!"

Afterwards, the group advanced more than 30 meters to the edge of the other side of the low woods, which was conducive to concealment without allowing the branches to block the flight trajectory of the cannonballs fired in advance.

After setting up the small steel cannon, the platoon commander looked at the opposite side again and judged...... More careful than last time, and more cautious than last time.

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