"Battery Commander! Have something to eat!" Just as I was still in front of the map, I was deducing the battle process step by step with the staff, afraid that something would be missed, the guards brought me a bowl of food.
Maybe because I was too focused, I didn’t notice what the bowl was at first. It wasn’t until I smelled a tempting scent of noodles that I looked into the bowl in surprise…it turned out to be dumplings.
"How could there be dumplings?" I asked.
You should know that this is the front line. It is difficult for the soldiers to eat a bowl of hot rice here, let alone eat dumplings.
"Battery Commander!" Zhao Jingping replied on behalf of the agent: "You forgot... Today is New Year's Eve, and it will be the New Year tomorrow! The superiors specially pulled a batch of flour for the front-line troops, and the cooking squad made dumplings for the soldiers...
It’s just a filling made of canned vegetables and canned meat!”
"Um!" I was stunned when I heard this: "It's the New Year?"
"Yes! It's the New Year!"
The cadres around me responded calmly, but I suddenly felt sad... If today is New Year's Eve, then tomorrow is the first day of the Lunar New Year. If everything goes well... tomorrow is the day when we enter the Vietnamese defense line.
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If this was in the past... At this time, we should be a family sitting in front of the TV and eating a reunion dinner and watching the Spring Festival Gala, but now we are waiting for the arrival of the god of death at any time on the battlefield...
Zhao Jingping seemed to have seen through my thoughts and advised him: "Battery Commander, look...why should we postpone it for a few days and let the soldiers have a good New Year?"
I shook my head and said, "You must not lose your opportunity and never come again, let alone... our vanguard has entered the Vietnamese defense line. If you give up like this, their lurking and reconnaissance will be in vain!"
"Yes!" the instructor nodded: "And it's not just our troops fighting on the front line. If everyone is like us... if we don't fight after the Chinese New Year, then the front line will be in chaos?"
"And..." I added: "The Vietnamese Japanese also have some understanding of our Chinese customs. They know that tomorrow is our Spring Festival, and they think we will not take any action on this day... and they can even catch him off guard!"
"That's what I said, but..." Zhao Jingping wanted to speak but stopped.
Actually, I know what he wants to say... There will inevitably be casualties when there is a fight. Originally, on the Spring Festival, we should have welcomed the New Year happily, but if we were injured or sacrificed on this day...
I gritted my teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Action as planned! Let the soldiers have a good meal of dumplings!"
"Yes!" the cadres responded.
This is how war is... It will not pause because we have holidays or special circumstances, and even the enemy will use it because our mentality is affected during holidays, which will make us have no time to go
Think about those relatives who are far away from home...
When I picked up the bowl of dumplings, I suddenly felt a burst of sadness... Old man, are you still lying on the hospital bed and struggling to support me? Are you still as disappointed and angry as before? I have always been respected.
I am the mother of the treasure in my palm... Do you know that I am fighting life and death with the enemy on the battlefield now?
At this moment, I didn't know what happened, but suddenly collapsed... I couldn't stop crying. In order not to let the soldiers around me find out, I almost buried my entire face in the bowl.
It was swallowed voraciously... the tears kept flowing into the bowl and were swallowed back by me!
"Battery Commander, phone number..."
The correspondent's screams successfully relieved me from the embarrassment. I took advantage of the people around me not paying attention and wiped my tears and said, "It tastes great! You guys eat too... I'll answer the phone!"
He ran away as if he was escaping...
Actually, I didn’t taste the dumplings at all. It was the first time I knew the taste of my tears, which was a little bitter, a little astringent, and a little bitter about missing me...
"I am Yang Xuefeng!" When I grabbed the microphone, I felt that my mood was much calmer. Sometimes I really couldn't say anything about people's emotions... If I force it to suppress it, it would be even more uncomfortable, and tears flowed like a ventilated.
"Xiaofeng!" Zhang Fan's excited cry came from the other end of the phone: "It finally got through... I've called it many times! It finally got through!"
"Well! It's you..." I was surprised to hear Zhang Fan's voice. Just as Zhang Fan said... It's not as modern as this time. You can call in no matter how far away. From Yanjing to Yunnan, it's not a good time.
One of the northern ends of China and the other is in the southern ends of China... Not to mention how many times it will take to turn, if any telephone line on the front line is blown up, it will still not be able to call in.
"Xiaofeng! You... are you okay!" Zhang Fan sounded very nervous, and then she asked in a slight manner as if she wanted to finish what she had been storing for several months.
: "Have you fought recently? It's the Chinese New Year... Let's have a good rest in the past two days! The soldiers are going to celebrate the Chinese New Year, right? My dad also asked me to greet him..."
"I am fine……"
I had only had time to say this, and the sound in the microphone became a murmur, and I could still hear Zhang Fan's anxious cry in a daze: "Xiaofeng, Xiaofeng...hey, hey..."
"Battery Commander..." the correspondent explained: "It's the radio interference of the Japanese invaders!"
"Yeah!" I silently put down the phone and felt a little warmth in my heart... At least now I know that I am not alone in this world.
So when I returned to the command center, I felt as if I had enough electricity and became energetic again...
"Have the reconnaissance troops sent back any information?" I asked.
"Everything is normal!" Zhao Jingping replied.
Although "everything is normal" is only four words, it actually contains a lot of information... The reconnaissance forces had already sneaked into the Vietnamese army last night, just as Scar said... It takes a lot of time to sneak to the destination.
After a whole night, it was not convenient to move during the day, so tonight was the time for the reconnaissance troops... The four words "everything is normal" actually mean that they are ready, and at the same time, according to
Their field reconnaissance and judgment…our plan is indeed feasible.
"Okay!" I said: "Pay my words... Today we are still fighting against the Japanese for the New Year, so that our relatives can celebrate the Chinese New Year better! Tomorrow we will give the Japanese one
Lesson, when we come back after the war... let's have another good year!"
"Yes!" The soldiers responded with a loud bang. The homesickness just now swept away with my words, and replaced by the eagerness to try with my fists and palms.
The next day came soon, and in the evening we had another dumpling... This dumpling was not allocated to us by our superiors. Although the superiors distributed a lot of flour... but the soldiers fighting on the front line also
More, it would be nice to have a meal with just one point.
Let’s take this dumpling... That’s because Deputy Commander Wang knew that we had an action tonight early in the morning, so he saved the flour from the 9th Division’s second line and the logistics forces and gave it to us.
To be honest, this makes me feel embarrassed... because they are all soldiers fighting on the front line, they are just temporarily retreating to the second line to rest, so why should we save the good things and give them to us?
But Deputy Commander Wang insisted repeatedly...
"I said to Captain Yang, it would be not worth it if you refuse!" Deputy Commander Wang said: "When the soldiers heard that the flour was reserved for the comrades who were fighting on the front line... they saved everything without saying a word.
OK... I don't want it yet! I tell you... I didn't leave it for you, but for the soldiers. They don't know if they can come back until they go tomorrow. What if they have an extra meal of dumplings?
I'll tell you... you don't have the right to refuse! You have to ask if you don't want it!"
So I couldn't refuse anymore... At the same time, I thought to myself that it would be a blessing that Deputy Commander Wang would be the command of this Ninth Division. Because what we are most afraid of in the army is not the difficult enemy or the solid fortress.
Instead, he is not polite to his subordinates!
After eating this dumplings, we took a break and waited until it became dark... Of course, we didn't dare to eat too much for this meal. First, because eating too much will affect our combat effectiveness, and second, we were worried that we would have a stomachache...
So the soldiers were very consciously put down their bowls and chopsticks when they were 70% full. Although the aroma of the dumplings was very attractive, no one was willing to risk losing their lives because of their mouths.
We entered the lurking position at 10 o'clock in the night... It is actually a grass in front of the 1502 Highland.
Perhaps because the water grows by the river, this grass grows very well... The thatched tree is two meters high, and when people walk in, they can't see the road ahead.
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This grass is obviously a good place to hide armored vehicles... All we need to do is to make some camouflage nets on the armored vehicles, then insert some similar thatched grass on the camouflage net, and finally secretly stop in the grass... Basically
I can't see anything inside.
The 1502 highland stands in front of us like a giant... But this highland looks scary but actually has little military value to the Vietnamese army. The main reason is that this elevation is too high... 1502 meters, basically at this height
All the guns on the ground have lost their function, and the only thing that can hit the ground is the mortar...
If you really want to say what it does, it should be a good artillery observation center, but unfortunately... This highland is full of fog and steam all year round, and there are only a few days of sight. Sometimes when you stand on the main peak
You can't even see the mountain halfway up, let alone the terrain or target at the foot of the mountain.
But all this is not what I need to care about. Now we are just waiting... waiting for the reconnaissance troops to start the plane and send us a signal! (To be continued.)