First squad leader Wang Shuren is from Hunan. He has two years of military service. He is not tall and looks a bit slippery. Such a person may be able to get along in real life or officialdom, but in the army, especially in
In the fighting troops...
The third squad leader, Li Changbin, is dark and skinny. Even though he has only been in the army for half a year, he is said to be the military model of our platoon. Our company participated in the joint military competition, and he was one of them, and he even won a prize for shooting.
. But it seems that his performance on the battlefield is not very good. This fully proves the saying that good performance in training does not mean that he can kill the enemy on the battlefield.
I am the second squad leader. Although this squad leader is small, he is well-rounded. How small is a squad leader? So small that he is not even issued a cadre uniform. What is a cadre uniform? In the words of the soldiers, it is "four
In this era, soldiers emphasized the equality of officers and soldiers and abolished the military rank system. Therefore, from the general to the commander to the company commander and platoon commander, the military uniforms were exactly the same, that is, there were two pockets on the chest, two on the waist, and a total of four pockets.
, and soldiers only have two pockets on their waists... This is the only difference between cadres and soldiers in the People's Liberation Army in this era.
And I...a squad leader, am in the critical zone between not being a cadre and not being a soldier...
But having said that, the feeling of leading troops this time is really different. Bayonets, small stones, etc., the squad leader on the left and the squad leader on the right, no matter what, my opinion shall prevail, even during the march
You always ask me for instructions when you go to the roadside, which really gives me a feeling of power in my hands.
Although the soldiers under my command said they would obey me, the other two squad leaders in our platoon didn't have a good attitude towards me. I think this is probably because they are veterans, so they don't think highly of me, a new recruit!
What are you pulling? I thought to myself: You look down on me, but I still look down on you! What happened to being a soldier for a few more years? As the instructor said, no matter it is a black cat or a white cat, the one who can catch mice is the one who can catch mice.
Good cat. No matter how long you have been a soldier on the battlefield, if you can save your life and fight the enemy, you are a good soldier!
After the troops rested in Lao Cai for half a day, our battalion received an order to conduct reconnaissance and advance south.
Later it turned out that this order was inappropriate because we had not yet ensured the safety of the old street. It could even be said that the old street was not occupied by us at all, we just thought it was occupied by us.
By the way, within ten minutes of gathering, our camp was on its way.
There is a team of more than 300 people, and everyone is holding a gun and carrying a cannon. If this could be brought to modern times for fighting, how majestic it would be! When I think of this, I feel that as a member of them, I am special.
Bullshit, it's a pity that I also know that the troops are not for me to fight, but to deal with the Japanese in front of me!
When I thought of dealing with the Yue Japanese, the prestige I had before quickly disappeared. Because I knew very well that our troops could not compare with the Yue Japanese in terms of quality or equipment.
The old man himself also said that the weapons in the hands of the Vietnamese devils were all Soviet and American weapons. The Soviet weapons were supplied free of charge. What about submachine guns (actually AK47 assault rifles. Because of the Type 56 submachine gun, our soldiers
Therefore, the AK47 is generally called a submachine gun, a machine gun, a Hail-type rocket launcher, and everything in between. The weapons of the Yankees were left behind when the United States withdrew from Vietnam, and there are all kinds of weapons. So the weapons of the Vietnamese look very mixed.
Sometimes the militiamen have micro-chargers in their hands, and the old men in the village have rocket launchers...
On the other hand, the equipment of our infantry is still using 56 and a half. Although this kind of semi-automatic rifle does not need to fire a bullet like the previous 38 rifles, you still have to pull the trigger to fire a bullet, which is the same as in other people's hands. How can you compare the AK47 with a bunch of bullets when you lift the trigger?
Even though the Type 56 submachine gun equipped by our army looks exactly like the AK47, its quality is not as good as the Soviet-made ones. When you pull the trigger and fire a bunch of bullets, it will either get jammed, or the barrel will be too hot, or even worse. There will be an explosion...
So once this battle starts, the firepower of a platoon of Japanese soldiers is comparable to that of our company.
But fortunately, our platoon is not doing the reconnaissance this time, which is definitely good news for me. It is not fun to walk in front of the troops to conduct reconnaissance. If there are any ambushes or mines on the enemy side, they are all directed towards the reconnaissance platoon. It works...but I can't say for sure. I soon realized how wrong my idea was.
The troops marched along the road. After walking for more than two hours, the order suddenly came from the front: "Stop and stay where you are!"
Later I found out that the company commander who was walking in front saw the dangerous terrain ahead and was worried about being ambushed by the Vietnamese army, so he ordered the troops to stop and planned to let the small unit go up for reconnaissance. Facts proved the company commander's worries It makes sense. I also saw the terrain at that time. The road was winding like a long snake in a large open field, with rice fields several hundred meters wide on both sides. Directly in front of the road were two unknown highlands. If the army lurks there, it is very likely that our entire army will be trapped in the rice field, and there will be nothing to hide.
But the superiors did not think so. Later, according to Scar, the company commander reported the situation to the battalion commander immediately, and the battalion commander contacted his superiors through a walkie-talkie.
The superior asked: "How is the reconnaissance platoon up front?"
"Everything is normal!" the battalion commander replied truthfully.
"That's no problem!" The superior said a little impatiently: "I asked you, why are you marching so slowly? Our brother troops are already more than ten kilometers ahead of us... How can you complete the mission if you are afraid of this or that? I order: immediately gather the troops and move forward at full speed, race against time to reach the designated location!"
Scar’s evaluation of this order from his superiors is: “The superiors will sit in the office with a ruler and measure the map. How will they know the actual situation? They thought this war would be the same as fighting the Kuomintang. As soon as we came up, the enemy would They are running around like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves!”
So the troops could only continue to advance according to the orders of their superiors, and they still ran in a long snake formation without any precautions.
The reason why I followed the order and walked forward was because military orders cannot be violated, and the other reason was because I didn’t remember the old man ever talking about this battle. Afterwards, I was thinking about the reason why I didn’t hear the old man talk about it. Maybe it's because the old man doesn't want to recall this painful past event at all...
Someone will always die in a war, but sometimes such sacrifices are completely avoidable!
I felt a little regretful when I followed the troops out of the mountains and into the rice fields. Although I didn't know much about military affairs, I discovered one thing - at this time, our troops were as obvious as lice on a bald man's head.
It was very quiet on the road, so quiet that there was only the sound of the soldiers' footsteps and the "clang" of their equipment colliding with each other. I followed the troops mechanically with my feet and ran forward, but my eyes were nervously staring a few hundred meters ahead.
Those two highlands, for fear that a row of bullets would suddenly shoot out and take away my life...
I have to admit, I was only thinking about myself at this time. It wasn’t until Xiao Shitou called me from the side that I realized that I was already the leader of a squad, and there were seven or eight soldiers staring at me!
"Squad leader!" Xiao Shitou shouted from the side: "Why do I see something wrong with this road? Look..."
As he spoke, Pebble pointed to me at the new soil dug up by the roadside and said, "Why does this road seem to have just been built recently? The soil hasn't even been stepped on yet!"
Hearing this, I couldn't help but be startled. The road was just built?
I raised my eyes and looked to the side, and then I quickly understood that there was a road a few hundred meters ahead on the right that stretched along the edge of the rice fields into the jungle. There were many trees and rocks beside the road that could be used as cover.
It's much safer.
So it is obvious that this is the trick of the Yue Jap. We should take that road. I don’t know what means the Yue Jap used to block the intersection of that road and lead us into this hell gate!
Thinking of this, I could no longer suppress the fear in my heart, and shouted at the bayonet walking in front: "Platoon commander! This is the enemy's trap!"
Scar also felt that something was wrong, but he kept silent because of the orders from his superiors and for unknown reasons. When he heard my shouting, he immediately ordered: "Stop advancing! Get ready for battle..."
But it was already too late. With a loud "boom", the soldiers on the road ahead stepped on a landmine. Then the sound of machine gunfire and explosions soon rang out. Bullets rained down from the two men.
The high ground was pouring towards us. The soldiers in the front fell down in pieces, screaming. The others ran back in groups like ants, but were quickly blocked by the soldiers following behind.
They were crowded together on the way, and a few cannonballs threw a dozen soldiers into the air...
"Spread out! Spread out..." Scar waved to the soldiers and shouted loudly, while holding a submachine gun and lying down on the roadside, firing a hail of bullets at the high ground.
Instead of running back, I turned over and rolled into the rice field and hid on the inside of the ridge.
Because I know that running back is useless. There will be no result except squeezing into a ball and letting the Yue Japs kill them. What's more, the Yue Japs are not fools. They have painstakingly set up this trap. It is impossible.
They will also leave us with a way out.
Looking back in the direction we came from, I saw that as I expected, the intersection we came out of was already filled with artillery shells and machine gun bullets. The Vietnamese had obviously blocked the intersection with long-range mortars and machine guns.
In other words, our battalion of soldiers has been suppressed by the Vietnamese army in this open land!