Under such pressure, the idea of deserting came to my mind again.
In fact, I never gave up on escaping from the beginning to the end... For a while, I just put the idea aside temporarily because the war was going well or the troops were resting.
Now……
I can't see the hope of victory. The successive battles have made me exhausted. Even a good sleep has become out of reach. The best excuse is... we are fighting to the death on this battlefield.
You risk your life, but not only do you get no benefits, but the instructor also criticizes you at every turn!
This made me even more determined to be a deserter, especially in this dark night, when the Vietnamese army was firing artillery... who could find out if I ran along the communication trench for a while?
Thinking of this, I glanced at the traffic ditch behind me, then held my gun and waited quietly.
However, what I didn't expect was...it seems that I am not the only one who has the idea of deserting the army, and his methods are smarter and more ruthless than mine.
Just when I was waiting for the Vietnamese artillery fire, I only heard a gunshot and screams...
The enemy is coming... This was my first reaction, and then I put the rifle in the trench without thinking.
However, there was nothing in front of the position except corpses torn to pieces by artillery fire and waves of disgusting stench.
"Platoon leader! Platoon leader...Li Changman is injured!"
"Li Changman?" It took me a long time to remember that he was a new soldier in my platoon, so I put away my gun and ran in the direction of the shouting.
As I ran, I was wondering. There were no enemies and nothing to do here. How could I shoot and be injured?
When I ran to take a look, it was true. In the dark, I vaguely saw a soldier falling to the ground with his calf in his arms and screaming!
"Hygienist! Hygienist..." This was my first reaction. If someone was injured and bleeding, of course he should call the hygienist, right?
But when the health worker ran up, he was stopped by the company commander.
"Wait!" The company commander ran up with a straight face, grabbed Li Changman's feet, looked at them, and asked coldly: "What's going on?"
"I..." I don't know whether it was because of the pain or something else. Li Changman seemed a little nervous. He stammered: "Just now...when I was repairing the fortifications, I was carrying a gun and digging...
I don’t know why the gun went off!”
"Hmph!" The company commander raised his injured foot and looked at it. He glared at Li Changman fiercely and bandaged him without saying anything. However, his face was very ugly and he deliberately used force when tying the knot.
Li Changman couldn't help but cry out in pain...
I felt that something was wrong with this matter. The company commander would not be so careless in bandaging the wounded, but I didn't think too much about what was going on.
"Take him back!" the company commander ordered a soldier next to him with some disdain, then winked at me and walked aside.
I followed the company commander in confusion and trotted in the trench for a while. When I came to a place with few people, the company commander turned around and said to me: "Look at your soldiers more, and there will be a few more misfires like this."
', our army is doomed!"
"What?" I asked with some confusion after hearing this: "What the company commander means..."
"The wound is too obvious!" the company commander said with a frown: "One shot has two holes. The bullet entered from the left side of the leg neck and came out from the right side. There is also a bayonet hole on it. This guy must have stabbed it with a bayonet first.
I stabbed myself to see if there was no problem and I could still fight, so I took another shot..."
"Self-injury?" I couldn't help but be stunned when I heard this.
Even when I was in the most difficult and frightening time on the battlefield, I never thought of using this method of injuring myself. However, it seemed that it was not that I didn’t want to do it, but that I didn’t expect to do it. Now that I hear it, I feel
This is indeed a good idea, but it seems a bit too harsh...
"Don't tell other soldiers about this, understand?" Then the company commander explained: "If you tell it, it will probably give other soldiers a wake-up call..."
After hearing this, what I want to say is - the company commander has already warned me. So of course I understand that if I tell the soldiers about this matter, not only will it not have any effect, but it will probably
There will be a wave of self-harm.
After a pause, the company commander continued: "This matter will naturally be handled by the disciplinary troops. I hope he will not be punished as a deserter..."
Are deserters punished? How are deserters dealt with? I couldn't help but think of what the instructor said: "Anyone who deserts from battle will be shot on the spot!"
I couldn't help but shudder when I thought of this, and I never dared to think about the thought I just had.
When we returned to our own position, we leaned on the trench and lamented the injustice of our fate.
I think that in this situation where bullets are everywhere and people are dead, no one can blame us soldiers. Is it possible that we are not afraid? These people’s hearts are full of flesh. We are here all the time.
Their lives are threatened, but there is no benefit at all. However, anyone who escapes or even is captured will be severely punished and criticized by the whole society...
I would like those who accuse deserters to come to this battlefield to see how long they can hold on here, to see if they are afraid, to see if they will desert...
So I feel that being a deserter on this battlefield is a normal reaction of a person, but those who persist without deserting - they are all heroes!
Then I quickly thought... I am now a platoon leader. Even if I don't tell the soldiers about Li Changman, the soldiers will still guess everything. If I run away again... then this unit will probably be...
If it's useless, all we can do is wait for the Japanese to come and deal with it.
Thinking of this, I gave up the idea of deserting.
Sometimes when I think about it, I feel that I am really funny. I did not give up escaping because I was worried about punishment from my superiors, but for the sake of the troops and my comrades... When did I start to think about others so much?
I don’t know whether the Vietnamese army’s artillery shell supply was insufficient or they were tired. There was a rare gap in the Vietnamese army’s artillery harassment. In addition, I basically didn’t sleep a wink all day, so even though there were mosquito bites everywhere,
It couldn't stop me from falling asleep... However, before I could sleep for long, I was woken up by someone.
"Platoon commanders...go to the company headquarters for a meeting!"
It was the voice of the correspondent Xiao Liu, and I couldn't help but scream: "Our superiors must have discussed it with the Japanese, and they are trying their best to prevent us soldiers from resting!"
With a grimace on my face, I reluctantly walked to the company headquarters, where Scar and Liang Bing were already waiting.
As soon as I sat down, the instructor couldn't wait to start chatting: "I heard just now... There has been a phenomenon of self-injury in our army! I think this is a very serious disciplinary issue, and I think we should attach great importance to it.
, we must use the advanced nature of our party and the discipline of our revolutionary ranks to nip these problems in the bud, otherwise... our company will completely lose its centripetal force and combat effectiveness, and the consequences will be unimaginable..."
Then there was a lot of chatter, so I knew that this meeting was for Li Changman. It is conceivable that Li Changman may have been determined to have self-injured at this time... As for what will happen to him
The punishment is beyond my knowledge.
"Ah..." the instructor paused and then continued: "You are all platoon leaders of our company. You can be said to be the backbone of our army. The party and superiors believe in you, so they let you become platoon leaders. You must give yourself
The troops should do ideological work well, let them know the glory of fighting and the shame of desertion..."
However, I don’t think what the instructor said will be useful, because I know very well that what the soldiers want is very simple, that is confidence and morale. If they don’t believe that this battle will be won...or that it is not worth fighting.
If there is a battle, then they will not know what they are dying for, and of course their confidence and morale will be lost.
So I interrupted the instructor and asked the most direct question: "Why don't the superiors give us reinforcements?"
"I'm talking about Comrade Yang Xuefeng!" The instructor had a problem with me to begin with, but he became even more angry when I interrupted him: "The decisions made by superiors naturally have their reasons. As a soldier, the most important thing for us is
The key is to execute orders. As a platoon leader, you must know this even more..."
"Instructor, company commander!" I felt a lot of bitterness in my heart, so I didn't care about any objections at this time. I immediately raised my head and said: "We soldiers are not afraid of death, but we are afraid of no hope.
There is no goal. We don’t know anything now. We don’t know how this battle will be won to be considered a victory, nor do we know when this battle will end. So to be honest... I can’t stop my soldiers from deserting.
!”
"You..." The instructor's face turned pale with anger at my words. He was about to get angry when he was stopped by the company commander.
"What the second platoon leader said makes sense." Company Commander Luo nodded and said, "Actually, we have just learned about the battlefield situation and strategic objectives. Previously, our superiors kept it secret for the sake of confidentiality, so they have not announced it. Until now... the confidentiality is no longer very important.
It makes so much sense, it can even be said...the Japanese devils know more than we do, which is unfair to the soldiers!"
Dao Scar and Liang Bing also nodded repeatedly. What the company commander said was the truth. The battle had reached a fever pitch. The Vietnamese army probably knew the strategic goals of their superiors very clearly, but their superiors were still dealing with them.
We keep everything secret and don’t let us know. We only know to block the 316A Division in front of us, block it...
We don't even know whether we have reinforcements or ammunition supplies. There is no doubt that this will make us feel like a chess piece, a chess piece that can fight independently without reinforcements and can be discarded at any time.
It’s strange that there are no deserters under such circumstances, and no ideological work will work!