Scarface brought me to a soldier wearing glasses who was said to be an instructor. He asked a lot of questions and wrote on the roster while asking questions. After a while, he pointed at the roster.
A person on the top said: "Here, sign!"
I wrote my name on it, and the instructor put away the notebook with satisfaction and said meaningfully: "Comrade Yang Xuefeng, welcome to join the 1st Battalion and 2nd Company of the 118th Regiment of the 14th Army and 40th Division. As a PLA soldier, I hope you can
In the future battles, we will carry forward the style of our revolutionary soldiers who are not afraid of hardship and sacrifice..."
"What?" I couldn't help but be a little stunned after hearing this. Joining the army and becoming a soldier so easily? I was wondering whether to review some documents just now!
But this seems normal. I seem to have heard an old man say that the self-defense counterattack was very chaotic due to insufficient preparation time. Some troops had been fighting on the front line for several days and there were still people on the road who had not arrived. Those who arrived had not arrived yet.
Unable to find his own troops, he randomly found a troop, collected bullets, and charged with them. Some of the troops even died in the battle and no one knew their names. It is precisely because of this that the Japanese soldiers can sneak in by changing their military uniforms at will.
Our troops.
I wanted to say something, but in the end I swallowed what I wanted to say. Because I knew that the instructor was the person in charge of political work in the army. If I spoke in front of him, it would not only result in some ideological work or a profound understanding.
There will be no results outside of the review.
This was so bad, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. Just now I wanted to deliberately point out some unqualified things to make them kick me out, but now it seems that I have been trapped.
"Do a good job!" After talking for a long time, the instructor finally patted me on the shoulder: "Comrade Yang Xuefeng, just follow the second platoon leader!"
As he spoke, he raised his head towards the scar face next to me and introduced: "The second platoon commander's nickname is Dao Scar. Like you, he is from Fujian and has excellent military qualities. You are fellow villagers. You usually communicate more about combat experience. Now is the time.
When the motherland needs us, we must not let down the expectations of the motherland and the people..."
I could only smile bitterly after hearing this. What are the expectations of the motherland and the people? What about my expectations?
"Platoon leader!" When the instructor walked away, I said to Scar with a glimmer of hope: "Look...am I a soldier? I can't even shoot. I'm not the only one in this army."
More or less, I won’t miss a single thing…”
"I'm talking about you, comrade!" Scar glared, and interrupted me: "Why do you always think about deserting? What do you mean you can't shoot a gun? Didn't you just shoot him? And he was killed.
Isn’t he a Yue Jap?”
"Ah?" After hearing this, the scene of the Yue Jap's head exploding in front of me reappeared in my mind, and my stomach couldn't help but feel turbulent again.
"Look at them!" Scar ignored my words, dragged me to the middle of the army and pointed at a young soldier and said: "Do you know how old he is? He only turned eighteen after the Chinese New Year. A few days ago
You don’t know how to shoot, so why don’t you just go to the battlefield now?”
"Hello, comrade!" The little soldier stood up with a smile: "My name is Wang Shilei, everyone calls me Little Shitou!"
"And this!" Scar dragged me to a bearded man again: "I'm a pig butcher, and I went to the battlefield, didn't I also perform meritorious service? After one battle, I stabbed more than a dozen people with my bayonet.
Devil!"
"Hello, comrade!" The bearded man stood up innocently and said shyly like a big girl getting into a sedan chair: "My name is Zhang Dapeng, and comrades all call me Bayonet!"
"Zhang Dapeng!" Scar raised his head and said, "Introduce your experience in killing enemies to Comrade Yang Xuefeng!"
"Actually...it's nothing!" Bayonet scratched his head and thought for a long time before replying: "I'm uneducated and don't have much experience... Well, I'll just kill the Japanese as pigs..."
With a coaxing sound, the surrounding soldiers were all amused by these words and burst into laughter.
Scar said to me seriously: "Comrade Yang Xuefeng, it is a bad idea to desert on the battlefield! You should learn more from other comrades! Ah!"
As he spoke, Scar thrust a rifle into my hand, lowered his voice and said: "Your gun was lost on the road, and I got another one for you. Be careful next time, as a
Soldier, it would be a big mistake to lose your gun!"
"Making a big mistake?" I couldn't help but get excited after hearing this: "Platoon leader, what can I do if I make a big mistake? You...you punish me!"
"You..." Scar was so angry that he tapped me with his finger several times: "Boy, I'm warning you! No one in our platoon is a coward. If you want to embarrass our second platoon, I won't let you off lightly!"
Then he just ignored me and walked aside with a straight face to sulk. I think he must be scolding his mother, how could he expose a soldier like me who is afraid of death and has no face?
But the hell do I want this?
Who doesn’t know how to save face? But if you ask me to carry a gun to fight, and ask me to kill people...you think I have never killed a chicken, how can I do this job?
But having said that, I did do it, and I remembered that I had killed someone just now. That scene always appeared in my mind from time to time, and I think I will never forget it in my life.
Helplessly, he found a place to sit down, picked up the rifle in his hand and looked at it.
This is probably the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle. I heard the old man say that this thing is the standard rifle of our army. Because it was equipped in 1956, it is called Type 56. The soldiers are accustomed to calling it Type 56. Considering that it is on the battlefield
I relied on it to save my life, so I took out a magazine and stuffed it into it, but I couldn't find the entrance even though I looked around.
"Comrade!" Xiao Shitou came up with a smile, grabbed the rifle from my hand and demonstrated: "Press here, ten rounds of bullets, with a bayonet in front, pull it out and come out... shoot like this..."
As he spoke, he also made a shooting posture in front of me, which caused a burst of laughter from the other soldiers:
"Come on! Little Shitou, how many days have you been able to shoot?"
"It's done! Our little stone has become a master!"
…
I just said that Xiao Shitou turned red in the face and quickly gave me the gun and ran away like a monkey.
I didn't say anything because I was sensitive to the disdain in the eyes of those soldiers when they looked at me, and I also knew that they were actually making fun of me when they made fun of Little Stone.
If this were me in the past, I would have to summon a group of friends to ask for an explanation. But now... everyone is a soldier, and I am such a lonely one. As the saying goes, it is difficult to defeat four hands with two fists.
If they ask for explanations, aren't they asking for trouble?
"Everyone is here! Assemble!" At this time, a lean and dark-faced soldier with a pistol on his waist came up and shouted at us.
Later I found out that this lean soldier was our company commander. It was said that he was a good farmer. During large-scale production, the troops he led could always do the work quickly and well, so he was promoted from a small soldier.
I became a company commander. When I heard this, I couldn't help but be stunned. How good is it in farming? Being a company commander just because you are good at farming?
After listening to the company commander's order, the soldiers jumped up from the ground as if they were loaded with springs and quickly lined up. I couldn't sit alone, so I had to stand in slowly.
"Stand at attention...take a break!" After the company commander shouted a series of commands, he put his hands on his hips and shouted: "Comrades! The battle just now was not fought well because of insufficient preparation! But the soldiers performed well.
You are very brave and did not embarrass us continuously.
Considering our difficulties, our superiors agreed to give us ten minutes of artillery support. This time, we must not let our superiors down. We must work hard to take down the high ground in front of us and report to the people of the motherland and the party with excellent results.
Central report!”
“Down with Vietnamese revisionism!”
"Down with all reactionaries!"
…
The soldiers were very cooperative and shouted one after another, but this shouting sounded to my ears...why did it feel so awkward!
"It's now 10:05!" The lean soldier looked at the watch in his hand and said: "The general attack will start on time at 10:30. Comrades, take advantage of this time to have a good rest and gather enough energy to kill all the Japanese Japanese!
"
"Kill all the Japanese devils!"
"Kill all the Japanese devils!"
…
Following the order to "disband", the team started busy. Some were checking equipment, some were packing luggage, and some were whispering to others, seeming to be discussing how to fight this battle... Only
I sat on the stone alone in a daze, not knowing what to do.
"Boy!" I don't know when Scar walked up to me, handed me a cigarette and said, "When the time comes, you will be with me, and you will do whatever I do, do you understand?"
"Yes!" I responded simply.
It's a matter of life and death, how dare I pretend to be fat?
"Don't be too nervous!" Scar said nonchalantly: "Fighting is just like that, once it's easy, it becomes familiar again. Everyone has been scared at some point, and after a few battles, he will naturally become a veteran!"
I could only smile bitterly in my heart, fearing that I would go to see the King of Hell before I became a veteran.
"Platoon leader!" Someone said at this time: "If we attack Highland No. 7, will we reach the old street?"
"Isn't that right?" Scar replied excitedly: "Comrades, please work harder, we will camp in the old street tonight!"
"Okay..."
"Old Street? No. 7 Heights?" My heart skipped a beat when I heard this.
I remember the old man said before that when our troops attacked Laojie, we used the main force of a division to contain the enemy from the front, and the troops of a regiment bypassed the enemy's frontal defense line and inserted themselves from the Xiaocao area on the flank into the enemy's deep defense.
, thereby rendering the enemy's frontal defense meaningless.
There is no problem with this strategy, but there are seven nameless highlands of varying sizes in the Xiaocao area. There is a problem with the numbering of these highlands. To put it simply, they are the highlands No. 1 to No. 7 compiled by the headquarters and the frontline troops.
The numbered heights 1 to 7 were different. As a result, when the artillery fire was being prepared, all the shells fell on the heads of our own people...
It couldn't be such a coincidence that I am here. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shudder.