"Order, all mortars to attack the fleeing Japanese troops. Everyone on the position, except for an infantry squad left behind, retreat to the tunnel as quickly as possible." Liu Lang watched the Japanese troops retreating hastily and arrived more than 200 meters away.
Finally, he gave the order decisively.
The shrill sound of the bamboo whistle resounded through the position. It was the order to retreat.
"Old squad leader, you take the brothers from the third squad and retreat quickly." The second platoon leader of the company hurried over and patted the shoulder of the old monkey who was half lying in the trench while being supported by the soldiers, and shouted.
"Withdraw? Where to retreat?" The old monkey looked up and glanced at this man who was much younger than himself. He was transferred from the 29th Route Army. Because of his excellent training performance, he became a superior soldier in his class in four years.
The sergeant squad leader, a young platoon leader who was finally promoted to second lieutenant due to the establishment of the Northern Sichuan Security Regiment a year ago, replied somewhat bleakly.
How could the old monkey not be desolate? Because of the life-saving skills he taught him, only one person in his third squad was killed and two others injured in the extremely fierce battle. But in this ten-minute battle, it was because of him.
I called on everyone to fight hard, but they were almost beaten to death.
The shell that landed in the trench took away the lives of four soldiers from his third squad and the lives of two others were unknown. One had his arms cut off by shrapnel, and the other was swept up by the air wave and Gao kept vomiting blood.
I don't know how long they can hold on.
There was also a soldier whose helmet was shot by the Japanese during a crazy exchange of fire. The recruit, who had experienced such a terrifying battlefield for the first time, was too nervous and did not untie the helmet's rope as he asked, but tied it firmly around his chin.
.Although due to the rounded corners, the 6.5 mm 38 rifle bullet was deflected and did not penetrate the helmet, the huge impact of the bullet was not something that the most fragile neck bone of the human body could withstand when it was caught off guard. The head was twisted at a weird angle.
The soldier almost didn't say a word and just fell in the trench. When he was found and went to rescue him, he had stopped breathing due to his broken neck bone and obstructed breathing.
In just ten minutes, there were only 4 of the 11-man infantry squad left with him.
Class 3, are you still there?
"Woo, Changqing, the third squad is gone, all the brothers are gone!" At this moment, the third squad leader, who was the oldest but also the most tired in the series, actually cried like a child.
.
Big tears flowed down the cheeks of a middle-aged man who was over thirty-five and tanned from long-term training and looked like he was in his forties.
"Old squad leader, squad three is still there, still there." Second platoon leader Cen Changqing comforted the old officer in front of him, but tears filled his eyes and his voice couldn't help but be choked with sobs.
He stayed in the third squad for a full year and a half. The brothers who died in the battle here were not only his subordinates, but at least half of them were comrades who trained and slept with him. However, they were gone after just one battle.
Not only the third squad, but also the four squads on the battlefield, two squads belonged to his second platoon, and another infantry squad also suffered heavy losses. His second platoon, whether dead or alive, carried enough
Half of it.
For a young man who is only 23 years old, this is a heavy blow.
However, no matter how heavy it is, he is not just a young man now, he is also a young veteran and grassroots commander with six years of military service and experienced several wars. He must accept it and continue to command the soldiers to fight.
This battle is not just this afternoon.
"Class Three is still here, still here, but they can never go home again." The old monkey burst into tears, one after another on his face filled with black smoke.
This may be the first time that a tired old monkey has lost his composure on the battlefield. During the Battle of the Great Wall, he was just a soldier. Although he can't be said to be afraid of fighting and survive, he definitely can't be said to be very brave. Anyway, he is a person who dares to fight.
There are too many. The best soldier is the one who can kill the Japs and still live. This is his idea.
With this idea in mind, when it came time to evaluate his military merits in the end, he only got the lowest military medal for killing four little Japs.
However, because most of his infantry squad was killed in battle and disabled due to injuries, there were only four people left as today
, company commander, so he also became the sergeant squad leader.
Human feelings don't mean that they don't exist if you have strict military discipline. They exist in China, Japan, Europe, and the Americas. Troops that completely abandon human feelings may only be found in robots.
But this time, perhaps because of time, or perhaps because of different positions and responsibilities, once again faced with heavy casualties, and once again faced with the three brothers who were still alive, the old monkey cried. Even the upcoming day
He was no longer afraid of Kou heavy artillery shells.
"Old squad leader, take the brothers and evacuate first! The third squad will be rebuilt, and I will personally lead the fourth squad to stay at the position." Cen Changqing suppressed the pain in his heart and comforted him again.
Although he also knew that the military situation was urgent, the Japanese troops were fleeing, and the mortars in the camp were roaring in pursuit of the remaining enemies. The Japanese commander, who had already shown enough madness, was very likely to risk his own life by shelling the position again.
But, facing such a sad old squad leader, can he bear to criticize more?
Turning his head, he glanced at the two superior soldiers and a sergeant who were surrounding him. The old monkey with tears on his face showed a sad smile, "Knapper, I only want to ask you one thing, are you still afraid?"
"Squad leader, I'm not afraid anymore. The kid's cannons are just that. Brother Pao, I never poop because I'm afraid of him." The recruit, who had been the timidest from the beginning, had a determined look on his face.
A brutal battle was enough to turn him from a new recruit into a veteran.
Of course, the premise is that he survives.
"Squad leader, if the battle is going to be like this, what else do you have to be afraid of? At worst, we can go together with the brothers. We just have some company along the way." Another fourth-year soldier also shook his head and said.
The sergeant, Lin Hao, the precision shooter of the third squad, remained silent and did not speak, but he squeezed the semi-automatic rifle in his hand hard and answered.
"You see, platoon leader, although I have a few brothers, none of them are cowards. You tell those bastards from Class 4 to get out of here. I have Class 3 here, when will it be their turn to act like a big clove of garlic?"
"The old monkey suddenly looked at Cen Changqing, who was once his soldier but is now the platoon leader, very seriously and said.
"Old squad leader..." Cen Changqing's throat was a little choked.
This scene felt faintly familiar to him.
This made it difficult for him not to think about the Battle of the Great Wall four years ago. In the end, only more than 30 people of his company survived. The platoon leader died in the battle, and the squad leader went up. The squad leader died in the battle, and the soldiers went up. If it weren't for the company commander Li Guobin
My father carried a cluster grenade and blew up a Japanese tank. Not only would the company commander die, but he, a 19-year-old soldier with two years of experience, would also die.
It was precisely because he witnessed his old squad leader exchanging flesh and blood for a Japanese tank that the last thirty men of the company gained a breathing space. When the follow-up troops counterattacked, Cen Changqing resolutely chose to join the Independent Regiment with Li Guobin.
. He doesn’t want to live an ignoble existence. He wants to kill the Japanese with the independent group until the day he goes to see the old squad leader.
But now, is he going to lose another old squad leader?
This kind of heartache is hard to understand for those who have not experienced it personally.
For many soldiers, the squad leader is like a father or brother.
"Since you still call me "Old Squad Leader", I quickly ordered Class 4 to get lost. Even though I have only four people in Class 3, I am stronger than them. Wait until they are all finished before letting them come up. The lives of my brothers in Class 3
If we all stay here, I won't go anywhere." The old monkey stood up suddenly with a strong effort, "You kidnappers, is this true?"
"The squad leader is right, I have squad three here, so there is soup for squad four, so let them get lost! Haha." The recruit burst into laughter.
"Haha, I just want to laugh when I think about those bastards kneeling on my grave and burning paper for me. Damn it, I don't want to kneel to them. Platoon leader, remember to tell that black coal ball of the fourth squad leader that he owes me
Not a penny of my gambling debt is missing, and I have to exchange it for wine for my brothers in class three." The old monkey smiled happily.
There are two infantry squads in one platoon. During the four years of somewhat boring military training, the two infantry squads tried hard to overpower each other. This has already penetrated into the bones of the soldiers of the two infantry squads, even in this almost impossible situation.
Even in combat missions where the death rate is as high as 90% if the enemy remains behind, he will not admit defeat.
Of course, it goes without saying that the comradeship in this can only be understood by those involved. There are only four people left in the third squad, but there are still nine people in the fourth squad. The old monkey wants to exchange for the smallest casualties in the second platoon at the smallest price. He wants to give the second platoon the smallest casualties.
Arrange and save more energy.
I don’t know how many days the subsequent battle will take.
"Old squad leader..." Cen Changqing finally shed tears after holding back the tears for a long time.
"Hurry up, the little devil's cannon is coming soon. I want to trade my life for a hero medal. You cry, it's made of gold." The old monkey glared, ignored his superior, and pointed at the few in the class.
Humanity said: "Find a place for me to hide it. Remember, machine gun fortifications are not safe. Even if that thing can protect against 105 howitzers, it can't protect against Japanese aerial bombs. Didn't you see that guy can run like a rabbit?"
Same?"
"You bastard old monkey, I'll wait until I lift the machine gun down and then I'll settle the score with you." Bang Laoer, who was evacuating the machine gun not far away, said angrily from afar.
Damn it, I was lying down while protecting the weapons and equipment while retreating. The old man turned around and cursed angrily, but two lines of tears quietly fell down his face.
Perhaps, he would never have the chance to settle accounts with Old Monkey, an old gambler.
Even though, this guy still owes him ten dollars from gambling debt.