"Sometimes I'm wondering..." Chen Yiyi continued: "What have these veterans been doing for two or three years? Some soldiers can't even shoot guns clearly, so let alone shoot rocket launchers... from top to bottom company...
I haven't seen each other. I only found out after asking... It turns out that most of our troops used to do side jobs!"
"What's the one who does the side job?" I was a little surprised.
"Farming, large-scale production... and construction and business!" Chen Yiyi looked at me incredible and asked, "Don't you know, platoon leader?"
"Oh! I know!" I quickly nodded in pretending to understand: "I just didn't remember it for a while!"
Actually, I didn't remember it for a while. The old man once told me that most of our previous troops were not training to fight, but responding to the call of "doing things yourself and having enough food and clothing" to produce the whole nation.
They are all farming, growing vegetables, raising pigs, building houses and even doing business... The training time in a year is only two or three months at most, and they are also recruiting several companies with strong qualities from the army to train.
After practicing for a few months, I went to the military region to participate in the second-largest competition and got a ranking and it was done.
But I heard it before but didn't take it to heart. Now I recalled these words after Chen Yiyi said this. I could only feel helpless in my heart. I knew that those veterans were just nominal veterans, but in fact they touched them.
The time to hoe the handle is longer than the time to touch the gun handle...
"What is our mission now?" I asked again.
"It was garrison at the beginning!" Chen Yiyi squatted on the ground, picked up a branch and drew it on the ground, saying, "Behind us is Waibohe. After our army conquered Gantang, in order to prevent the enemy from counterattacking, she ordered me.
The regiment is united, Kuang Meng and Ga Ge are stationed on the front line. The Japanese have indeed launched several charges these days. However, they are all small-scale, and we are beaten away in just a few strokes. Sometimes we can't wait for us to take action, and we can't do it.
I just bombed them back, it was easy!"
"Yeah!" I nodded. What I was worried about was not that there were enemies to attack. On the contrary, at this time, I also hoped that there would be enemies to attack, because only in this way could the soldiers feel the atmosphere on the battlefield more and let the soldiers feel the atmosphere on the battlefield.
They adapt to the battlefield as soon as possible to deal with the upcoming battle...
"The enemy's frontal attack is easy to deal with." Chen Yiyi paused for a moment and continued, "It's their agents. They attacked our army everywhere at night, and our regiment will lose dozens of people every night!"
I couldn't help but remember the embarrassing thing that I asked the squad leader Wu Zhijun to tie him up when I went up the mountain. I thought they must have made the agents feel a little scared.
After returning to the camp to summon the soldiers, the Vietnamese agents who reacted the most strongly were also the ones they responded.
"It's just the Vietnamese agents hate it!" When they talked about this topic, many soldiers said in empathy: "Once, our army's logistics supply line was attacked by the enemy. The next day at dawn, I saw a few left by the Japanese.
All the corpses are 'old girls'! They all carry submachine guns on their backs..."
"Our position was also attacked repeatedly, making us unable to sleep well!"
"And!" Another soldier rushed to say: "We are the militia who transported the wounded. Once they sent the wounded to the rear and walked on the road, they were wondering why there were fewer and fewer wounded... Later,
I only realized that it was an enemy agent who had sneaked into the militia team and was secretly throwing the wounded under the cliff..."
"Is it possible that our army will be mixed with enemy agents?" Wu Zhijun couldn't help but interrupt, "If it weren't for enemy agents, how could I have put our platoon leader..."
Before he could finish his words, I glared at him fiercely and swallowed them all back.
"Do you know where the Vietnamese agents are lurking?" I asked Chen Yiyi about this sentence.
Chen Yiyi nodded and said, "Some are hidden in the jungle, some are hidden in the village. The villagers will provide food to the jungle regularly."
"Have you searched for the village?" I asked again.
"Why haven't you searched!" Wu Zhijun replied with a wry smile: "Actually, we all know that there are Vietnamese agents among the people, but what can we do with them? We have the "three major disciplines and eight points of attention".
When we went to search, our superiors asked us to care for every tree and grass of Vietnamese people than to care for our own private areas. We repeatedly emphasized that we should not be harsh on the people. What's the use of searching like this? What's the point of finding it?
?Will the Japanese stand up and admit that they are agents?"
Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but feel silent. It might be useful to talk about the "three major disciplines and eight points of attention" in the civil war between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, but it is obviously a big deal to talk about these things in Vietnam. Will the Vietnamese still welcome our arrival with drums and drums?
The sky gradually darkened. Because this was a battlefield, there were countless Vietnamese soldiers around our position, so no one dared to make fire or smoke. So the soldiers had to arrange their guard posts or drilling early.
I went into the tent or went into the air raid shelter to rest.
I am a platoon leader, so naturally I don’t need to worry about these things. Although our army in this era talks about equality between officers and soldiers. (This is also why our army’s uniforms did not have military ranks in this era. The abolition of the military rank system is to promote Jinggangshan
Spirituality emphasizes equality between officers and soldiers) But in real life, officers and soldiers cannot be equal, especially in the army. The officers and soldiers should be in the relationship between command and command, and should be in the relationship between issuing orders and resolute implementation. If officers and soldiers
If you are equal, even those who are in the army can question or even oppose the orders of your superiors, then what kind of troops will it become!
However, there are many incredible things in this era, so I am no longer surprised.
Just like now, do you think officers and soldiers are equal? The soldiers have psychologically awe of me, the platoon leader. They are naturally willing to obey my orders, and they will also take the initiative to set up tents and leave them for me...
To put it in a good way, it means that the soldiers respected my platoon leader, and to put it in a bad way... It is because I, the platoon leader, has a serious bureaucratic style, and as the platoon leader, it is openly special!
But I don’t care about that much. Those formal things are actually useless on the battlefield. The battlefield is a cruel reality. What we need is not the kind of person who is fully equipped with nothing and will not let people catch the handle.
You need someone who can fight, kill, dare to fight against the enemy!
Lying on the damp and sticky mat, I couldn't help but miss the field hospital.
This damn Vietnamese jungle, almost no place is dry for a moment, the quilt is always wet... In fact, it is not wet, but I don't know why it feels like I just fished out of the water.
It makes people feel uncomfortable when covering it.
But what can I do? We are fighting, we are on the front line, and it is good to have time and place to rest and save our lives.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt uncomfortable all over my body. In the end, I simply thought about nothing. I took advantage of the fatigue that surged up my eyebrows and turned over and fell asleep in a daze.
"Bang!" I was awakened by a gunshot. Before I could open my eyes, there was a dense gunshot outside.
I quickly grabbed the rifle next to me and got out of the tent. After returning from Yonoyama, I put the gun within my reach before going to bed every night, and it has become a habit for me, not for anything else.
, it is to consider your own life.
The moment I got out of the tent, I fell to the ground and rolled. I did this because I was worried that the enemy was pointing at the tent with a gun. If I rushed out like this, it would be very likely that I would always be
Can't stand up anymore.
But I soon found that my actions were in vain - the battle took place on the high ground adjacent to us, but because the distance between the two high grounds was close, I had an enemy right in front of me.
illusion.
After a while, the soldiers came out one by one, and the company commander arrived and shouted at us: "Be ready for battle!" Everyone got into the trenches and were ready for battle, but after a while, no abnormality was found
There was no gunfire in other high grounds, but the high ground next door was hot, and it was a machine gun and grenade that kept ringing...
"What's going on?" the company commander asked.
"It's the high ground of the third company!" Scar replied: "Maybe it was a sneak attack by the Vietnamese agents!"
I also think Scar's judgment makes sense, the reason is very simple. If the regular Vietnamese army forces charge at our position, it would not be just a sneak attack on one position.
"Damn it, the agent of the Vietnamese army!" I heard some soldiers beside me cursing in a low voice: "I come to sneak attack every day, and I will let them take advantage of the loopholes if I accidentally do it!"
"I'm afraid that some comrades will be sacrificed again this time!"
"Why don't we go and reinforce the third company!"
"Reinforcement?" Scar asked back angrily: "You can tell which ones are our troops and which are the Japanese agents? We will only fight more and more chaos!"
"Oh!" I understood what Scar said. It turned out that the Japanese agents were doing the same infiltration war. I didn't expect that this infiltration war was still so popular on the battlefield and could be done anywhere...
So we could only watch the high ground next door hit all kinds of weapons warm. The gunshots gradually calmed down more than half an hour later, and we couldn't even go over and see the situation. Who could do this night
We guarantee that the Japanese will not get involved in our own team? Who can guarantee that friendly forces will not misunderstand that we are enemy agents? So the best way is to hold on and wait until dawn before talking about it. (To be continued.
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