The voice of squad leader Luo Wensong came from behind.
"Flask, how old are you this year?"
"I don't know anymore."
"I am nineteen years old this year. I heard from my father that I can go home and marry my mother-in-law this year. My father also wants me to carry on his family line."
Bang bang bang!
A series of bullets hit the tree in front of him. Feng Yuelong shrank his head and shouted back while fighting back:
"I miss my mother-in-law. I don't know who I will marry in the future..."
The sound stopped suddenly, and Flask turned around. Feng Yuelong was lying on the ground, his head tilted, and a string of eye-catching blood stains flowed from under his hat. His eyes were still open, without losing color, and seemed to be filled with expectations for the future.
"Yuelong!" Flask's heart twisted. He looked at the approaching stick soldiers. He raised his gun and killed one of them unprepared. Then he ran to Feng Yuelong's body. Feng Yuelong was his very close friend in the company. The two of them
There is not much age difference between them. When he first joined the company, Feng Yuelong was already in the company and was the youngest in the company. After he left, he became the youngest in the company.
Feng Yuelong followed the example of other veterans taking care of him and took care of Flask, whose nickname was given to him by Feng Yuelong.
He said that Flask can hit tanks, and he hopes that he can really hit tanks like Flask in the future.
For Feng Yuelong, tanks are a lingering nightmare in his heart. Every time they face the reactionary tanks, they have to sacrifice many, many soldiers. He thought to himself, it would be great if there was someone who could deal with tanks specifically, but he couldn't do it himself.
, just hoping that the flask could deal with it, but it was too reluctant, and the flask was not big at that time.
It was not their turn to deal with the tanks. Even if they wanted to go up, the squad leader would stop them and not let them go up.
Both Feng Yuelong and Flask admire the squad leader because he has saved their lives more than once.
Feng Yuelong was shot and killed by the enemy, which aroused the anger in Flask's heart. He turned around and looked at the surrounding stick soldiers with an angry face. He knew in his heart that he had to give the squad leader, Gangzi and the others time to escape.
"Yuelong, you will marry a wife."
Flask's voice was a little firm, "I will definitely do it."
Listening to the gunfire coming from behind, Luo Wensong felt bad in his heart. He knew in his heart that staying behind would basically lead to death. As he thought, the gunfire was farther away from them, and the enemy was held back by the flask and Yuelong.
, but it did not last too long, the gunfire stopped, and with an explosion, the forest fell into a brief calm.
Gangzi, who was running, stopped and looked back at the direction of the explosion, his eyes widening.
"Flask them..."
A soldier grabbed the gun hard and his eyes suddenly turned red.
"Walk!"
When Luo Wensong heard the approaching gunfire, he grabbed Gangzi's clothes hard, his voice choked up from his throat.
He was a little unable to face the sacrifices made by Flask and the others. They came out from the country together, with a class of more than ten people, and now there are only these people left.
"Squad leader! You won't be able to get out by running like this. The enemy is chasing us too hard. Let's stay and break up the rear. Gangzi, you and the squad leader must get out alive. You must stay alive."
The remaining two soldiers looked at the rolling mountains. They knew in their hearts that the four of them would not be able to escape together. Running separately might be able to share the pressure on Gangzi and the others.
"Come back!" Luo Wensong turned around, and the two of them had already gotten into the bushes in the direction of the enemy.
"Squad leader, let's go. So many people have been sacrificed. We must live."
"Live, live, everyone has sacrificed for me, how can I still live!"
Luo Wensong was in great pain inside. Even if he did survive, he would live in torment and pain for the rest of his life, because the sacrifices made by Flask and the others were all for themselves.
Gangzi remained silent. He silently carried Captain Luo on his back and trudged forward. There were constant gunshots all around. Several stick soldiers chased them, bullets flying above their heads, urging Gangzi to
The boy kept running forward, carrying Captain Luo on his back. His physical strength was exhausted and he was relying entirely on his will. Every breath he took became extremely heavy and spicy, as if there were blades scratching his chest.
Like my lungs, my steps became heavier.
The voices behind him kept approaching.
"Put me down! Gangzi! Put me down! If you don't put me down, none of us can leave!"
As Luo Wensong listened to the sounds approaching from behind, he became more and more anxious. If Gangzi was alone, he could easily retreat, but with him on his back, he couldn't escape at all.
After struggling for a while, Gangzi, who was already exhausted, fell to the ground. Luo Wensong also rolled to the side, and his broken thigh hit him hard. The wound suddenly burst open, and blood quickly overflowed from the bandage, which was heartbreaking.
The pain from the cracked lung kept twitching Luo Wensong's heart and nerves, making his face look ferocious. He gritted his teeth hard without making a sound, and then touched his gun.
"Squad leader." Gangzi panted violently. He was too tired, really too tired.
"Stop talking!"
Luo Wensong seemed to have made some kind of decision. He grabbed the gun and crawled forward. He climbed more than ten meters without having time to breathe.
A gunshot rang out behind him.
It's Gangzi!
Luo Wensong turned around and heard Gangzi's voice: "Damn it, I'm here, come and catch me."
Immediately afterwards, messy gunshots were heard, as well as the sound of shaking bushes through the forest.
Seven or eight stick soldiers surrounded Gangzi's position.
"Gangzi!"
The corners of Luo Wensong's eyes were splitting. The bushes were too high, blocking his sight. His calf was blown off, making him unable to stand up completely. He could only listen to the noisy gunshots that kept ringing in the mountains and fields.
The gunshots faintly disappeared, and everything became peaceful again.
"Gangzi, Gangzi." Luo Wensong's heart tightened. He heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and immediately took out a grenade from his arms and took a deep breath.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The bushes in front of him were suddenly opened, and several figures appeared in front of him. Luo Wensong shouted, pulled the grenade in his hand, and rushed over: "What the hell, I
Fight with you!"
Xia Yuan, with quick eyesight and quick hands, kicked the grenade out of Luo Wensong's hand and captured him, saying: "Comrade! One of our own!"
When Luo Wensong heard this, he suddenly raised his head. In front of him were two volunteer soldiers. He suddenly remembered something: "Comrade, where are my soldiers? Where are my soldiers?"
Xia Yuan said nothing, and a hint of gloom appeared on the face of machine gun company soldier Si Jize.
"Comrade, take me to see them." Luo Wensong also realized something and begged.
In front of Gangzi's body, Luo Wensong lay on Xia Yuan's back, his face showing heartache.
"When we arrived, he was fighting with the enemy and did not take a step back. He was shot several times and could not be saved."
On the mountain, they heard fierce gunfire, accompanied by the sound of explosions. Xia Yuan led them and ran over non-stop, but they were still a step too late.
The distance was too far, and they were closely pursued by the stick soldiers. By the time they arrived, it was already too late.
"I've sent people over to look for the other two soldiers. Don't worry, they should be fine. We'll take you to a safe place first."
"Comrade, thank you, which army are you from?"
"One battalion and one company of the 538th Regiment."
"Squad leader of the second squad of the third platoon of the seventh company of the second battalion of the 540th Regiment, my name is Luo Wensong."
"First company commander, Xia Yuan."
"Xia Yuan, are you Xia Yuan?"
"You know me?"
"It was in the newspaper, why don't you recognize me, great hero? Thank you, Captain Xia. If it weren't for you, I might have died together with the enemy."
Gunshots were heard in the distance again, very fierce. It was probably that Lao Yang was at war with the enemy, accompanied by the fierce sound of grenades exploding.
Xia Yuan was not worried. Lao Yang and the others carried a lot of grenades. They could kill all the enemies with grenades alone.
"You're welcome. They are all family members and do not speak the same language." Xia Yuan shouted: "Si Jize, bury the body of the comrade first. Squad leader Luo, wait here, I will go and take a look."
"Captain Xia, you have to be more careful."
"Don't worry."
Captain Luo leaned under the tree, looking at Xia Yuan's retreating back, and his eyes fell on Gangzi's body again. His eyes suddenly turned red, and muddy tears rolled down his cheeks.
A striking tear trail was drawn on the cheek,
"Captain Luo, cheer up, our company commander is under greater pressure than you."
Si Jize dug a hole with an engineer shovel while chatting with Squad Leader Luo.
His voice was a little heavy, "Captain Luo, our company came out of North Korea and fought no less than five critical battles. Each time, the company commander led us to the front. Many people in the company died. Up to now, the company has
There are only a few soldiers left. I am not a soldier of the first company, I am a soldier of the machine gun company. The casualties of the first company are too great. There are not many soldiers left. The company commander led us and still did not give up. We penetrated behind enemy lines and attacked the enemy.
Transport troops and seized a lot of supplies."
When talking about the company commander leading them through enemy lines and seizing enemy supplies, Si Jize's tone became a lot more brisk and even a little proud: "So far, the company commander has led us to capture more than a dozen vehicles.
The supplies in the truck were sent to brother troops on the way, and a lot of medicines were also seized. We sent them to the division headquarters and gave them to field hospitals where medicines were continued, and many injured soldiers were replaced with medicines."
"Not long ago, the company commander took us across the river and touched the enemy's position. He drove away two trucks with a lot of supplies loaded on them."
As he spoke, his face showed pride, and the sweat did not affect his proud energy at all, and he told Luo Wensong excitedly.
Luo Wensong listened as if he was listening to a book from heaven. He went from feeling distressed to being shocked. He thought, if he were a company commander and only a few soldiers died in the entire company, what would he do? He would probably fight to the death with the enemy until he died.
.
Not to mention a company, even a squad of more than a dozen people were all his brothers. Just now, he was ready to sacrifice.
"I......"
Captain Luo opened his mouth, feeling a sting in his heart and full of admiration for Xia Yuan.
"Captain Luo, our company commander once told us that those who are alive should live a better life, work hard to kill foreign devils, carry up the banner of those soldiers who sacrificed their lives, and continue to defend their homeland and country."
Si Jize straightened up and wiped the sweat from his face.
Captain Luo smiled bitterly: "My legs have been blown off and I have become a cripple."
"It can compress bullets. During the resistance war, there were many injured comrades. After being carried to the rear, they would compress bullets for the soldiers on the front line."
Si Jize is a soldier of the machine gun company. During the blocking battle, they were in the rear and stayed with the wounded. When many of the seriously wounded were resting in the rear, they pressed bullets for the soldiers fighting on the front line. "The instructor said
"Every soldier is an important part of a group, just like a truck. Without one wheel, the truck cannot run."
"Monitor, monitor."
While they were talking, two soldiers ran over from a distance and appeared in front of Captain Luo with a disgraced face. Captain Luo's eyes flashed with hope: "You guys, just be fine."
"Squad leader, the flask is not sacrificed!"
An older-looking soldier had an excited look on his face.
"The flask was not sacrificed?"
Captain Luo was stunned for a moment.
"Monitor."
Flask, who was supported by Lao Yang and Fu Weiquan, appeared in front of Squad Leader Luo. Flask's body was covered with wounds, blood stained his cotton clothes, there were bandages on the outside, and his face was covered with large and small wounds.
"It's good that you're not dead, it's good that you're not dead." Captain Luo almost shed tears.
"Squad leader, I'm sorry, Yue Long died." Flask blamed himself very much.
"Gangzi also died. We must carry their banner and lead them to continue to defend our country. You don't have to blame yourself."
Captain Luo turned and looked at Xia Yuan: "Captain Xia, thank you. If you hadn't appeared in time, all of us might have died here."
"One family does not talk about two families. Lao Yang, first bury Comrade Gangzi's body and Comrade Yuelong's body. The injuries on Comrade Shaobing's body need to be treated. We happened to have seized a lot of medicines. By the way, we can also bury the body of Captain Luo."
The injuries should be treated simply."
After a brief acquaintance, only Squad Leader Luo and three comrades were left in the second class. One was nicknamed Flask, one was called Tieniu, and the other was called Cook.
Flask's original name is Xu Shaoping, Tieniu's surname is Li, and his name is Li Tieniu. He is not short, comparable to Ma. The cook is a little older, and his surname is Zhang. He is good at cooking. Later he joined the army and started working in the kitchen.
Class 2, but later I wanted to go to the battlefield, so I came to Class 2.
When the bodies of Comrade Gangzi and Comrade Yuelong were buried, no monuments were erected. If they were to be discovered by the enemy, they would destroy the graves. Many of the sacrificed soldiers did not have monuments or even coffins. We only made one for them.
Grass beds, branches, and leaves are their final destination.
"When the motherland becomes stronger, I will take you back, so don't worry."
Xia Yuan took out two cigarettes from his arms, struck a match, lit it and inserted it in front of their graves.
Xia Yuan stood up slowly with a solemn expression.