"Platoon leader!" Thinking of this, I asked anxiously: "Is this... what's in front of us is Highland No. 7?"
"Yes!" Scar looked at me in disbelief and said, "Look at how you fought in this battle. You almost lost your life on it. You don't even know what kind of high ground this is!"
The surrounding area immediately erupted into laughter.
"No, it's not... that..." I couldn't help but be stunned. What should I say? Say that the old man told me? Say that I came from a time and space decades later? I'm afraid these people will not only not know
Believe me, I actually thought I was being funny.
Scar glanced at me and said angrily: "Put it out quickly, don't you see that everyone is busy fighting?"
I was anxious and said: "Platoon commander! We can't win this battle!"
"What? Why can't you hit me?" Scar was already angry with me, and now he was even more angry. He couldn't care less about being polite to me anymore, he pointed at me and opened his mouth to curse: "You
It’s really a fucking disgrace to us Fujian people. Are there any soldiers like you? We haven’t fought a few battles and we are afraid of this and that..."
"Platoon leader, I...I didn't mean that!" I really felt wronged at this time.
"What do you mean if you don't mean that?" Scar ignored my explanation and said to me harshly: "Boy, are you afraid of death? You...get out of the way!"
As I spoke, I spat on the ground with great disdain, and the soldiers around me didn't look at me well, as if I had done something treasonous.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel angry. I had never been looked down upon like this since I was a child, so I puffed up my chest and said, "Platoon leader, I said you can't be beaten because I'm not afraid of death... A decapitation is just a scar as big as a bowl.
What’s there to be afraid of? I, Yang Xuefeng, am an upright man, aren’t I?”
"Then tell me... why can't you fight?"
"Well..." I hesitated for a moment, then I had an idea and replied: "I'm surprised. I entered the battlefield relatively late. When I passed by our artillery position... I seemed to have heard them say that they had just captured Highland No. 7.
, why is there another Highland No. 7 now?"
Scar's face couldn't help but change: "Did you hear that right?"
"Of course you heard it right!" I said, slapping my chest, "The person who said this was my fellow countryman. When we met, we chatted a few more words. He also said that the old street is just past the No. 1 Highland! Why now...
Platoon leader, think about it, if Highland No. 1 is mistaken for Highland No. 7, and Highland No. 7 is mistaken for some other high ground, then the artillery preparations..."
Scar jumped up suddenly, pulled me up and ran: "Let's go see the company commander!"
Running to the company commander in a hurry, Scar stood up and reported: "Report to the company commander, the situation is urgent. Comrade Yang Xuefeng just came from the artillery position. He said... the superiors seem to have got the number of the high ground wrong!"
"Second platoon commander!" the company commander who was putting on leggings replied calmly: "We soldiers just follow orders and fight. How could our superiors make such a mistake? It's better not to worry about it.
!”
Scar cast his eyes towards me, I gritted my teeth and nodded pretending to be confident.
Actually, I'm not unsure, I just thought... If this is true, then if I don't insist, I will end up killing myself. If it's not true, then the worst case scenario is that I will be put in solitary confinement, so I won't have to fight.
!
"Company Commander!" Scar handed over a cigarette and said: "There is a saying that you should be careful with the Wannian Ship. Why don't we... make a phone call to confirm with our superiors! Anyway, we have time now."
The company commander calmly looked at his watch, lit a cigarette leisurely and puffed out a smoke ring, then raised his head to the side and shouted: "Xiao Chen, call the battalion headquarters!"
After a while, the microphone was handed over to the company commander. The company commander shouted into the microphone: "Batalion Headquarters? We have a comrade here who said that the number of the high ground is wrong, right... Please check with the artillery unit. Yes, it is,
Yes, resolutely obey orders!"
The company commander put down the microphone, lowered his head and continued to put on his leggings, and said casually: "Just do whatever you have to do! The battalion headquarters said they would check, but without orders from superiors, everything will go as planned! Also, like this
Questions are likely to affect the morale of the soldiers and their enthusiasm to attack the enemy. If it is not necessary, don’t talk nonsense, do you understand?”
"Understood!" Scar and I stood up helplessly and retreated.
Originally, I thought Scar would complain about me, but to my surprise, he didn't say anything.
In the end, I couldn't help but ask: "Platoon leader, please say something!"
"What are you talking about? What's there to say?" Scar's face was full of confusion.
"You've been criticized!" I said, "Isn't it all because of me? Why don't you give me a lesson..."
"It's not necessarily who is right or wrong!" Scar said with a faint smile: "Besides, it's none of your business. I decided to take you to see the company commander, didn't I?"
When Scar said this, I was speechless.
"Don't think too much!" Scar patted me on the shoulder and said, "Go and get ready for battle!"
I returned to the team gloomily holding my gun, only to find that the soldiers around me were looking at me strangely, and some were even whispering about something. I faintly heard the word "coward", and I felt terrible in my heart.
It’s really not a good feeling. I secretly thought that what the hell kind of world is this? I might die here and be called a coward before I die...
But what I'm most worried about is not this. What if... what the old man said is true? What if the cannonball really hits my head?
I looked at the sky nervously, even though I knew I wouldn't be able to see the shells even if they hit me...
"gather!"
The soldiers cheered and surrounded us. The company commander pulled out his pistol and raised it toward us majestically. He lowered his voice and said: "Comrades, after the artillery fire is prepared, we will take down the No. 7 Hill with one force!"
"Take Highland No. 7!"
"Avenge the fallen comrades!"
…
The soldiers were gearing up one by one, but I was the only one who looked worriedly at the platoon leader and around me.
I noticed that Scar's brows were also wrinkled. He seemed to have the same worries as me, and he also intentionally led us to a cave. From this, I could see that Scar was not concerned about the orders from his superiors.
Very confident.
I have heard about this from the old man. I remember that the old man seemed to have remembered something and said very seriously: "Ten years of turmoil have just ended. There are not many soldiers who have been trained. It's hard to fight."
When a war comes, there will be chaos, and there will be many incidents of one's own people beating one's own people..."
Will it happen this time...I don't dare to think about what will happen in the future. If I die in the hands of the enemy, I can still be considered a martyr. If I die in the hands of my own people...
But what can be done? If you don’t run away, you will be waiting to die. If you run away, you will be a deserter and you will die!
I could only hold on tightly to the rifle in my hand, staring at the cave not far from me, just waiting for something wrong to rush into the cave.
"Get ready for battle!" The company commander looked at the watch on his wrist and gave the final order.
The soldiers checked their equipment for the last time and stared closely at Highland No. 7 in the mist a few hundred meters away. However, my mind was not on the enemy at all. Instead, I was tense and just waiting.
The arrival of the cannonball.
But after waiting for a long time, no artillery shells arrived, and no order to charge was given.
"What's going on?" The company commander muttered while looking at his watch. It was obvious that the planned artillery fire preparation time had arrived, but the artillery fire did not arrive as scheduled.
While he was surprised, a correspondent hurried forward and shouted breathlessly: "The plan is cancelled, the plan is cancelled... Company Commander Li, the battalion commander ordered you to pull the troops back and wait for orders!"
"Hmm!" Captain Li gave the order angrily and glanced at me at the same time.
I couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this must be the battalion headquarters communicating the news to the superiors before the war started.
"What happened?"
"Why not fight?"
…
As soon as the soldiers sat down in the gathering place, they were talking quietly. I was about to say something, but Scar's look swallowed everything I wanted to say. Only then did I remember the order given by the company commander just now... I just said
Almost made a mistake.
"Comrades!" After the company commander answered the phone, he ran back and stood in front of us and shouted: "A big thing happened. I just got news from my superiors. The number of the artillery unit's high ground is different from the number of our high ground! He
Grandma...the shell almost fell on our heads just now!"
With a sound of "coaxing", the soldiers immediately started talking, each of them thankful that they had just escaped disaster.
"Comrades!" the company commander continued waving his hands and said: "Here, we would like to thank a comrade... This is..."
"Yang Xuefeng!" Scar said with some pride: "Yang Xuefeng from the second row!"
"Yes!" The company commander nodded towards me: "It was this Comrade Yang Xuefeng. He reported this situation to us, which saved our troops... no, it should be our entire battalion from a friendly casualty. This fully illustrates the need for
If you want to be an outstanding revolutionary soldier, it is not enough to only be able to fight with a gun. You must also have excellent observation skills and a careful and serious attitude. Comrades must learn from Comrade Yang Xuefeng!"
"Wow...", fierce applause rang out all around me. The eyes of those soldiers who originally looked down on me were now full of admiration and envy.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but secretly feel funny. There is a saying called "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit." Originally, I thought this sentence could only be used on the battlefield, but I didn't expect it to be the same in mental state. Isn't this true?
Just now I was criticized for "disturbing the morale of the military", but now my attitude has changed to "careful and conscientious".
"Boy!" Scar patted me heavily on the shoulder and said, "Thanks to you this time. Otherwise, our army would have killed and injured many people without knowing it! Our army owes you!"
I smiled bitterly without saying anything: So what if the army owes me something? Can it prevent me from going to the battlefield? Can it prevent me from losing my life? Can it send me home?
Home... I used to feel very close and I could go back whenever I wanted, but now it feels so far away.
I have to admit that I regretted it at this time, why in modern times I always loved to live and drink outside and was unwilling to go home. If I could go home now...