Scar is right, people will always die in wars! But I don’t want to die in this way. I don’t think it’s just me, no one would want to die in this way! Let’s not talk about death.
Heavier than Mount Tai and lighter than a feather, I think that if you die as a soldier, you must die vigorously on the battlefield. Isn't that a saying? It seems that a man should be wrapped in his horse's leather or something... Anyway, it's not like the squad leader... I just returned it
She gave her food and told her not to run around, but in the blink of an eye there was a "bang"!
You want to say that this squad leader is a martyr... He asked the people to beat him to death! If you want to say that he is not a martyr, then how can he be worthy of the sacrificed squad leader and his family!
People say that you can’t hit someone with a smiling face, so I can’t figure out why that Vietnamese woman was able to do this! What a vicious woman! She obviously understands what we say, and she obviously knows that we don’t care about her.
Malicious, knowing that we will leave her house soon... But why did she kill the squad leader? Why did she want to kill me? Is this a war?
Later I realized that my thinking at this time was really too naive. In fact, the Vietnamese had already been prepared to fight with us. Most of the local people had been evacuated long ago, and most of the people who stayed at the border
They are all soldiers dressed up as ordinary people. Of course, there are also some old men who are too old to walk.
It is precisely because of these so-called "common people" that we have suffered avoidable casualties.
It was like we had our hands tied and were fighting a pack of ferocious wolves!
When we abide by the "Three Major Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention" to get close to and care for the Vietnamese people, the people who are hostile to us and the Vietnamese soldiers lurking among them will look for every opportunity to kill us. During the day, they are ordinary people who are doing their job honestly.
When you pick up a gun at night, you are the army. For example, our army's logistics supply line was attacked by the Vietnamese "grandmother". The stretcher team transporting the wounded also became the target of their shooting. Soldiers who got lost and fell behind were even abused by them.
Killed in an extremely cruel way.
I once saw the corpse of a People's Liberation Army soldier. His limbs were chopped off and all the organs on his head were flattened. He was left exposed in the wilderness and eventually bled to death...
These are all things to say later. I knew very well that my behavior violated discipline. Even if the Vietnamese woman was not an ordinary citizen but a Vietnamese army agent, I also violated the article "You are not allowed to torture prisoners of war or kill prisoners of war." But I did
I don’t regret what I did. If I had to do it again, I would still pull the trigger.
What's strange to me is that just a day ago I was a person who would be afraid of corpses and blood, but now I dare to shoot the enemy in the head face to face...
The squad leader's body was gradually lying on the side of the road. It was really hard for me to imagine that the person who was talking and smiling to me just now was now lying there lifelessly, waiting for the recovery team behind the team to collect the body.
However, I soon learned that the squad leader was not the only casualty we had to face.
Bursts of gunshots and screams came from deep in the old street, and occasionally there were a few explosions. The old street that originally seemed peaceful and harmonious suddenly became perilous.
This situation lasted until nightfall. The soldiers used their lives and blood to finally complete a seemingly simple task from their superiors, which was to gather Vietnamese people into the hall of the Lao Cai City Hall for unified management.
Among them, some soldiers were unexpectedly stabbed in the chest by a sharp knife because they were carrying old ladies on their backs; some soldiers did not take precautions when they saw children, but who would have thought that a bullet would knock them down from behind after they had just taken a few steps?
On the ground; there are still some soldiers who just saw some wounded and went to rescue them. Who knew they were holding a grenade with the safety in their hands...
It should be said that this is not only a matter of casualties, but also affects the morale of the troops to a great extent. So much so that when the soldiers sat in the camp and faced the soldiers who died on the roadside, they all held back their stomachs.
He was furious.
In fact, I can understand their mood, because I am also holding back my anger. How can I feel better if I fight the enemy with my hands and feet tied? My comrades are dying one after another at the hands of the "common people", but we still have to protect them every step of the way.
Can Cao Yimu feel comfortable? And we still have to protect their lives and property? We may even be punished if we make some mistakes?
"Company Commander, I...I can't figure it out!" The latest commenter was Bayonet. He stood up and said: "Those common people...can they be considered common people? They have guns, knives, and grenades in their hands.
Do we still have the three major disciplines and eight points of attention? If the platoon leader hadn't been more careful today, my life would have been lost in the hands of an old man!"
Later I found out that when the old man was carrying the bayonet on his back to the synagogue, Scar had been quietly following behind him. He was waiting for the old man to show his dagger, quickly stepped forward and beat him down with the butt of his rifle.
From this point of view, Scar seems to be very experienced in this area.
"You have to think about it even if you don't understand!" the company commander replied gruffly: "This is an order from the superior!"
"Comrades!" the instructor took over the topic at the right time and said: "Comrades, don't be discouraged by the sacrifices and casualties you are facing. You must know that we are a team of the people, and all our victories are won with the support of the people.
.Although the Vietnamese people still misunderstand us, I believe that as long as we do well, do it right, and persevere... one day, the Vietnamese people will understand us and support us! This is also what our superiors ask of us!
We must use a new mental outlook, unswervingly carry out the tasks assigned to us by our superiors, and report to the party and the people with excellent results!"
The instructor specializes in ideological and political work in the army, and what he says is indeed extraordinary, but no matter how we listen to it, we don't agree... I feel even more ridiculous when I hear it, that the Vietnamese people can regard them as their own people, their own masses.
? Do the superiors still hope that the Vietnamese people can beat gongs and drums to welcome us to occupy Vietnam? Isn’t this nonsense!
However, I didn't say anything, and the soldiers didn't raise any more opinions, because everyone knew that it was useless to mention it. This was an order from the superior!
Soldiers must obey the orders of their superiors unconditionally, even if it costs their blood and lives!
However, I do not regard myself as a soldier. It should be said that I am not originally... The suffering of this day has tortured me to the point where I no longer look like a human being or a ghost, not to mention that now I have found a reason to desert! The superior is so
I'm not going to do it if you give a blind command and let us die in vain on this front line!
So I was thinking... This old street can be said to be full of broken houses and tiles, and it is not far from the Chinese border. If I pretend to be a Vietnamese commoner and escape, will that mean... Our army has three major disciplines?
Isn't Xiang paying attention? If he was caught, he would at most be sent to the assembly hall to stay with the Vietnamese people, and he would not be "punished" as a deserter.
Thinking of this, I wanted to get up and pretend to go to the other side, but then I thought something was wrong... I was carrying two guns on my back! The 56 and a half was not bad, and a bag of clothes could solve the problem. However, the sniper rifle was
Large and long, it easily attracts others' attention.
Forget it! Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth, lowered my sniper rifle and said to Xiao Shitou sitting next to me: "I'm going to take a break, and you can keep this gun for me!"
"Okay!" Xiao Shitou responded cheerfully. He had long been jealous of the sniper rifle on my body, and now he was playing into his hands.
To be honest, I felt a pity for abandoning this sniper rifle, but when I thought about it, it only had two bullets anyway, so it was not the same as burning a fire stick, so I felt at ease.
Speaking of acting, I asked the scholar for some toilet paper before I left, and then I ran to a private house with a flashlight and half-covered stomach... As soon as I entered the private house, I saw that no one was paying attention, and it immediately became a mess from there.
He rummaged around on the bed and put some tattered clothes on himself, packed up his rifle, and ran straight to the back door.
Because I knew exactly where the sentry post was, I easily escaped to the entrance of the village in a few minutes. When I saw the moonlight and night outside the village, I couldn't help but feel relieved. I was finally out of this hell-like environment... This
It's really not human to live a life where you have to worry about your own sacrifice all the time, but it was only after I truly experienced this feeling that I realized the importance of life.
This is true. As long as I can survive, I won’t have any complaints even if I return to China to work as a cow or horse. Of course, I won’t mind if I can live a good life. I have even planned it.
We have a plan, first go to the place where the coffin is buried... It would be best if we could go back to a warm and comfortable home in modern times. If we can't go back, let's escape back to the country and make a living! Even begging for food is better than going to the battlefield.
Strong, isn't it?
However, I soon discovered that I had thought too simplistically, because suddenly there were dozens of figures crouching and holding guns around me. Looking through the moonlight... they were all People's Liberation Army.
I couldn't help but secretly say it's over. I didn't expect that I would still be unable to escape from Tathagata Buddha's palm. Now I just wanted to not be regarded as a deserter by them. I made up my mind. When they asked me about it later, I would insist that I
I just came out for a walk. As for the common people's clothes I was wearing... I said they were for keeping warm.
I just wanted to say hello to them, but suddenly I realized that something was wrong... If these guys were the People's Liberation Army, why were they marching forward with their backs bent? And one of them seemed to be waving to me secretly. Then I looked at the weapons in their hands.
, it was an AK47, so I understood that this was a group of Vietnamese soldiers disguised as the People's Liberation Army.
It's okay that I don't understand this. Once I understood it, I was so shocked that I broke out in cold sweat. I stood there blankly and didn't know what to do...