This day's dinner changed a bit. The logistics team brought some compressed biscuits, so we no longer had to eat canned food.
Compressed biscuits are divided into white flavor and oil-soaked salt and pepper flavor, 0.5 kg package, four pieces per package, 125 grams per piece. It is said that this kind of biscuit is very rich in nutrients and has an obvious effect on maintaining human body functions.
It can increase physical energy and reduce hunger.
I chose the salt and pepper flavor. Although the white flavor is easier to swallow than the salt and pepper flavor and I don’t need to drink more water, but I know... the body needs to replenish salt after sweating a lot, otherwise
You will be too weak to cope with the next march or battle.
Don’t think that these compressed biscuits are used to punish us. According to the tradition of our army, only when you win the battle will you be rewarded. If you lose the battle... you have to accept criticism and self-examination! Your superiors don’t care about you.
How many people were sacrificed or how bravely they fought.
Fortunately, we cannot say that this battle is a complete defeat. I think this is the reason why the superiors have not yet concluded the battle and the soldiers have been able to maintain a certain morale.
So I couldn't help but feel smug... What would this army do without me? I am not a squad leader for nothing!
Then why are there still compressed biscuits to eat?
First of all, this biscuit is not a good thing in the first place. It is distributed to every army. It is just because the army I am in has a task of crossing a river, so it generally carries an "iron coffin" that is not easy to get wet.
"Iron Coffin" is another name given to the can by the soldiers, because the can is so long that it looks like a coffin. In addition, each soldier felt that half of his body was in the coffin, so he named it the funny name.
"Iron Coffin".
Secondly... the reason why we have these compressed biscuits is because our superiors want to use this old street as a transfer station between the front line and the rear.
Old Street is a traffic hub, isn’t it?
Since it is a transportation hub, it means that there are various roads, railways and mountain roads leading to the front line in all directions, so storing strategic materials here is the best strategy, which can facilitate the logistics troops to timely transport ammunition, food, etc.
Transported to the front line.
In other words... In the future, not only will compressed biscuits be transported to Lao Cai, but also various supplies of ammunition will follow...
As troops stationed in Lao Cai, this can be said to be our benefit, because we don't have to worry about insufficient supplies. But it can also be said to be our nightmare, because it means that we will become the focus of the Vietnamese army's attack.
"Hey, comrades!" While the soldiers and I were swallowing biscuits and water, the old squad leader of the cooking team, sweating profusely, came up with two baskets and shouted happily at us: "Comrades...
…Here comes the steamed buns that have just come out of the cage!”
As he said that, he lifted the lid and the aroma immediately filled the air.
"Wow……"
With a cheer, the soldiers started to get excited. They cheered and surrounded them, reaching out to grab them.
The old squad leader was so anxious that he waved his hands at us: "Wait a minute, wait a minute... line up and come one by one..."
"Old squad leader!" Scar asked a little strangely: "Where did you get the steamed buns from?"
"Isn't this?" The old squad leader casually pulled off the towel hanging around his neck and wiped it on his sweaty face: "A cart of flour came up, and I thought that the soldiers hadn't eaten for a long time.
When it was time for hot food, I asked for two bags through some connections, and I found a pot in a Vietnamese house and steamed the buns..."
"It's yours..." Scar wanted to say something more, but the rest of his words were blocked by the steamed bun in his mouth.
I couldn't resist the temptation of the aroma. I couldn't wait to stuff them into my mouth after taking two...
People who eat hot food at home every day cannot understand the pain of eating canned food every day. Now eating hot and fragrant steamed buns... It's like returning home to reunite with relatives. Some soldiers are even reluctant to eat it.
But I was worried that the heat would dissipate like this, so I carefully covered it with my hands and tasted a little bit.
Seeing this, the old squad leader sighed and said: "We all walked away from the gate of hell and couldn't even eat a hot meal. The most pitiful thing is those comrades who sacrificed their lives and couldn't eat a bite of steamed bread when they left..."
"
Hearing these words, the soldiers were all stunned. Some soldiers burst into tears thinking about the comrades who had just sacrificed their lives. They wanted to cry happily, but instead they had steamed buns in their mouths and hands.
, so there were vague choking sounds of "woo woo" everywhere...
As the sun sets in the west, the afterglow of the setting sun unwillingly shoots out from the treetops, dyeing the white clouds with blood and the green mountains with blood. The whole world seems to have fallen into a red dye vat and rolled back.
At the right time, the scholar sat on the top of the mountain again, silently took out his harmonica and played it with the wind.
But it is just a farewell song.
Listening to the slightly sad and vicissitudes of the melody, the soldiers hummed the song in unison:
"Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green and fragrant.
The evening wind blows the willow flute and the sound of the flute fades, the sun sets outside the mountains
At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, close friends are scattered
Life is rarely filled with joyous gatherings, only with many separations
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As the songs fade away, the soldiers’ sorrow for separation and the fading sunset...
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Originally, I thought that the Vietnamese army would give us some time to rest tonight. After all, neither side gained anything from the battle, right? According to my thinking, since this is the case, it is better for both sides to stop for a while to rest...
But a battlefield is a battlefield, the enemy will never do what we want, and the battle situation will not always develop the way we imagine.
With a "boom" explosion, a three-story wood-brick mixed building in the school collapsed.
The soldiers and I were woken up quickly. Although most of us were bitten by mosquitoes and couldn't sleep at all, we still touched our guns and entered combat mode immediately.
Gunfire rang out soon...but I thought these were overly nervous soldiers shooting indiscriminately, because I didn't see any enemy, nor did I hear the enemy's cry.
"What happened?"
"Are the Japanese Japanese coming for a sneak attack?"
…
I heard people around me asking questions, but I didn't speak.
Because I know that no one will know what happened at this time, and asking will be in vain.
It's not that the soldiers don't know this. The reason why they still ask after knowing that they can't get the result is just because they need an outlet for the fear in their hearts, hoping that someone can give them a satisfactory answer to calm their hearts.
"It's no big deal!" Scar soon said with a relaxed tone: "Maybe some careless comrade accidentally set off the grenade, and the house of the Japanese invaders couldn't help but explode, and it collapsed in just one move."
Although this answer was unreasonable, it could temporarily stabilize the morale of the soldiers, so the soldiers quickly became quiet.
"Attention, comrades!" Scar continued: "Don't run around, and don't shoot indiscriminately. This pitch black... you might let your own people be beaten as Yue Jies, or you might kill them." We were beaten as if we were Yue Japanese! Do you understand?"
"clear!"
"clear!"
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What's strange to me is that Scar is a very experienced leader. In my opinion, his ability is definitely above that of a company commander or even a battalion commander. In addition, he has been a soldier for a long time. , the scar on his face also proves his bravery in combat... Why is he still just a small platoon leader?
Of course, this is not what I need to care about.
What I need to care about now is actually very simple, that is whether I can get out of this battlefield alive.
The gunfire finally stopped after more than ten minutes. From this point of view, some soldiers in our army are really not suitable to participate in the battle. Because of the experience of Vietnamese agents pretending to be our soldiers to cause trouble last night, it will be dark tonight The superiors had issued strict orders not to shoot indiscriminately... but it was obvious that this order did not have the desired effect.
After a period of emergency communication, each unit finally figured out the situation: a warehouse in the northeast corner storing grain and supplies was attacked by the Vietnamese army. The Vietnamese army unknowingly touched the sentry guarding the warehouse, and then in Explosive charges were set off in the warehouse... So the comrades in the logistics force spent the whole day working in vain.
"Squad leader!" The scholar sitting next to me frowned and said, "There's something wrong. Why do the Vietnamese seem to know everything about our situation!"
"Yes!" Xiao Shitou not far away continued: "Our camp was ambushed by Vietnamese Japanese as soon as we stepped out. It seems that they all know our marching route."
"Especially tonight!" The scholar came to me again and said, "It is said... that in order to prevent the Vietnamese from finding out where the food was, the people in the logistics force specifically chose to pick up the food after dark, but they still let the Japanese Every time you explode, it’s accurate!”
"There are spies!" I replied disapprovingly.
I have heard the old man say a long time ago that there are a large number of spies from the Japanese army who have infiltrated our army.
There are two reasons for this. One is that Vietnam and our country had a period of comrades and brothers. Many Vietnamese officers were even directly trained in our army’s military schools, so there are not a few in the Vietnamese army who can speak fluent Chinese. .
The second is that our army's enlistment review is too lax. Just like me, I just reported my place of origin and my name, and then enlisted in the army in a daze. Many soldiers even died without knowing where they were from or what their names were.
It is conceivable that since I can enlist in the army in this way, then the Yue Japanese who can speak Chinese can naturally join the army in this way.
"This time it's not just a matter of spies!" At some point, Scar said next to us: "Our troops are stationed in the highlands around the old street, and barbed wire and mines are all up... I asked them , everyone said that everything was normal and no Jie was seen passing by, but they still let them blow up the warehouse. No one knows how the Jie got in!"
Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel a little bit in my heart, and said, "What if...the Vietnamese Japanese didn't come in from outside?"