On a cold winter night when the wind howled, Wei Ran couldn't tell whether the snow falling above his head was snow or the snow blown up by the wind.
He had no intention of worrying about these trivial issues. He didn't even know how long he had been running since he successfully crossed the river.
Compared to the bone-chilling cold after crossing the river, he had even unbuttoned a few buttons on his collar to help the sweat dissipate as quickly as possible.
If his feet had no feeling before crossing the river because they were frozen, then now he had really run away and lost all consciousness.
Taking a deep breath, Wei Ran grabbed a handful of snow from his shoulder and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it randomly for two times and continued to hold it in his mouth. He waited until his mouth turned the snow into water before swallowing it into his stomach.
.But from beginning to end, he never stopped, nor did the volunteer soldiers around him.
Wei Ran didn't know how those volunteer soldiers felt, whether they felt tired, or whether they wanted to stop and take a breath. At least for him, the distance he had run before was already longer than what he had run while walking his dog with a heavy load at the Hongqi Forest Farm.
The furthest distance was even farther than the distance Zhao Shengli had run before when he led him to harass behind enemy lines.
Or to be more intuitive, for Wei Ran, this is no longer a question of whether he can still hold on. He can still keep up, relying entirely on the inertia of his muscles to flip his legs. He hasn't stopped yet, because he doesn't want to.
Becoming a burden to the surrounding volunteer soldiers covered in white snow.
But on the other hand, he also felt at any time that if he took just one more step, his heart and lungs would explode due to the overloaded work.
He reached out and grabbed a handful of snow from the other shoulder and pressed it against his neck. The cold temperature gave him goosebumps, and his whole body felt a little better.
Taking off his handbags, Wei Ran once again unbuttoned a button on his collar, trying to lower his core temperature while secretly looking forward to arriving at his destination as soon as possible.
In insisting again and again, Wei Ran took steps again and again, but in the end he couldn't help but his knees weakened and he fell to the ground with a "pop".
However, before his face hit the snow, or even before his hands touched the ground to support his unbalanced body, Xia Chuan, the trumpeter who was running alongside him, quickly picked up one of his shoulders.
Almost in front of him, another soldier running behind him supported him from the other side. Then, squad leader Shen silently took his gun and put it on his shoulder.
"Give it back...Give it back to me," Wei Ran said hoarsely and breathlessly.
"Shut up and be quiet!"
Squad Leader Shen scolded in a low voice, but slowed down slightly. After a while, the platoon leader whose name he did not know also came to Wei Ran's side. While running, he took out a cloth bag from his arms and opened it.
, he pulled out a small piece of something the size of a cigarette butt and handed it to Wei Ran's mouth.
"Chew it into pieces and keep it in your mouth," the platoon leader whispered, and at the same time, he had rewrapped the small bag and put it in his arms.
"What's this?"
Wei Ran bit the small twig-like thing and asked subconsciously. But then, he could tell from the unique taste that what the platoon leader just put into his mouth seemed to be...
A section of ginseng seeds.
"Ginseng," the platoon leader whispered, "I accidentally discovered it when I was digging trenches in the fall. This thing may be useful."
Wei Ran didn't speak anymore, chewing carefully the small piece of ginseng that looked like dried radish, sucking in the faint sweetness inside.
I don't know whether it was a psychological effect or whether such a small piece of ginseng was really useful. After a while, Wei Ranqiang gathered his energy and quickened his pace, and insisted on taking his weapon back from Squad Leader Shen's hand.
The long-distance running on this snowy night was still going on. From time to time, a soldier would fall down and be helped up by the people around him.
Until the end, just when Wei Ran felt a sweet smell coming out of his throat and was about to lose consciousness, the leader, Squad Leader Shen, finally raised his hand to signal a stop at a fork in the road.
Without any command at all, the soldiers immediately jumped into the ditch on the roadside and hid their bodies. Squad Leader Shen also gathered with the squad leaders of the other two squads and the platoon leader, put a raincoat on his head, and used the flashlight to
Ray looked at the map.
Taking this opportunity, Wei Ran lay down directly on his back, breathing heavily, and at the same time shiveringly removed the magazine of the carbine, and laboriously pulled the bolt again and again to prevent it from freezing again.
The other soldiers around him were basically doing the same thing, except for the trumpeter Xia Chuan, who was still lying on the side of the road at this time, holding a telescope and looking at the situation on the two roads vigilantly.
In less than three minutes, Squad Leader Shen and others determined the route again. The platoon leader personally cut a pine tree pole from the forest on the roadside and poked it seemingly casually into the road with the big end upward.
of the roadside.
"Keep moving forward." The platoon leader clapped his hands and gave the order with great enthusiasm.
Before he finished speaking, the soldiers who had been hiding in the ditch on the roadside immediately climbed back onto the road. Without any complaints or unnecessary nonsense, they automatically formed a queue while running forward.
Although he only rested for four or five minutes, Wei Ran felt much more relaxed after running again. However, this false illusion only lasted less than half an hour before he felt the pain again.
Unbearable fatigue.
Fortunately, since turning onto this fork in the road, the platoon leader seems to be able to control the speed. Basically every half hour, he will stop and rest for ten minutes to allow everyone to recover their strength.
It was from this small change that Wei Ran vaguely realized that there might be a combat mission soon.
As time went by, this small team left the road, and the road surface began to rise a little bit. Finally, they climbed over a low mountain that was not too steep, and hid in a sparse forest.
.
Even though it was snowing, Wei Ran could still barely see clearly that there was a small village with only a dozen houses hidden in the valley outside the forest.
But there are several American jeeps and ten-wheel trucks parked in this small village. You can even vaguely see some snow-covered buildings that look like fire fortresses on the edge of the village and on the slope behind.
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"Take cover and check weapons." The three squad leaders whispered the order.
Seeing this, Wei Ran quickly checked the weapon in his hand again, then held it in his arms, patiently waiting for the order to attack.
As time passed by, the warmth brought by the long journey gradually dissipated, and the chill from the snow nest where I was hiding once again penetrated the cotton-padded clothes. Even because the sweat I had before had not dissipated completely, it aggravated the physical condition.
of cold.
He took out most of the chili pepper from his hand and took a bite. Wei Ran slowly moved his toes and ankles, trying hard to retain the slight warmth in his body.
At the same time, in two other directions that he didn't know, there were also two assault platoons that almost chased them and arrived at the predetermined position on time.
If the sky here is brightened, if the snow near the village is swept in, if the volunteer soldiers hiding around all take off their disguises, I am afraid that anyone with a little military knowledge will be able to see that this place has formed a Wei San Que
One’s classic tactics.
Even if you can look further, you will find that the only way to escape deliberately left for the enemy here is only a few kilometers forward. Not only are volunteer soldiers ambushed on both sides, but there is also a road at the end.
River covered with snow.
If no one disturbs it, the river may freeze completely by the next night, but even so, it may still take a long time for vehicles to pass.
But these are all assumptions. At this time, Wei Ran was just a member of the pocket formation. He didn't know these arrangements at all. He even thought that they were going to rely on just one platoon of troops to hide the people in the small village in the valley.
The mission is completed when all enemies are wiped out.
"Five minutes!" the platoon leader reminded in a low voice.
Before he finished speaking, everyone checked the weapons in their hands. The bugler Xia Chuan also took off his handbag, took out his bugle and held it in his hand. However, his other hand was still hanging from his waist.
Suddenly a box gun was pulled out!
Pulling the trigger for the last time, Wei Ran reloaded the magazine and loaded the bullet. At the same time, he began to move his cold legs and feet to avoid being unable to run at all.
"One minute," the platoon leader reminded in a low voice, holding a pocket watch.
"30 seconds!"
Hearing this, Wei Ran had already thrown away his heavy hand and raised his body while holding the weapon.
"rush!"
The platoon leader gave the order in a low voice, and immediately, a whole platoon of troops silently rushed from the hillside to the village in the valley. But what surprised Wei Ran was that the bugler Xia Chuan did not blow the sound from the beginning to the end.
Charge.
Although there was no longer the expected horn sound, it was precisely because of this that everyone rushed down the hillside silently without alerting the hidden enemies!
As he watched the machine gun fire bunker in front of him getting closer and closer, the sound of Type 50 submachine gun firing suddenly sounded from the right side of the village!
Almost at the same time as the gunfire rang out, Xia Chuan, the bugler who was originally marching alongside the Wei Ran, immediately stopped and rushed up to the concrete roof of the enemy's machine gun fire fortress. He stepped on the thick snow and stood up straight.
I used all my strength to blow the charge horn that I had been holding in my hand!
"Didi-dah-didi-! Didi-dah-didi-!"
In the snowy night before dawn, the loud assault signal instantly attracted a tsunami-like response from three directions of the small village in the valley. For a time, there were shouts, shouts to kill, the sound of grenades exploding, and the firing of various firearms.
The sound echoed throughout the valley!
Wei Ran, who was originally thinking of continuing to charge forward, and Xia Chuan stopped one after another, raised their guns and killed the soldiers who came out of the back door of the machine gun fire fortress, and then jumped directly to the back of the fortress and aimed at the only remaining soldiers inside.
One of the soldiers simply pulled the trigger!
However, just for a moment, the sound of the charge horn on the top of the fortress stopped! The bugler Xia Chuan also let out a scream and stumbled to the side of Wei Ran!
"Xia Chuan!"
Wei Ran yelled and quickly helped the other person up. With just one glance, he immediately discovered that the other person's abdomen was dyed black with blood, and the cotton was also soaked in blood.
Xia Chuan touched his wound, then checked the bugle in his hand in panic. After a moment of hesitation, he handed it to Wei Ran and said intermittently, "Now you are the bugler...Charge
Trumpet... sound the charge horn!"
"But I don't..."
Wei Ran was stunned mid-sentence. It was only then that he belatedly remembered that this time there were not only language tasks, but also skill tasks, and he had already completed the requirements of both tasks. The former allowed
He has learned how to use a useless stick, so this skill task...could it be that he blows the charge horn?
After a moment's hesitation, Wei Ran took the bugle stained with the opponent's blood and put it into his mouth.
Unexpectedly, before he blew the whistle, Xia Chuan grabbed his arm again, then pointed to the top of the bunker, and said in a weak but extremely firm voice, "Stand... stand up straight!"
Hearing this, Wei Ran nodded solemnly, jumped onto the fortress with the bugle, stood up straight, puffed up his cheeks and blew the bugle in his hand!
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