Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 213 Battalion Commander Afraid of Death

Entering the small southeast city in November, the bright moon is in the sky and the cool breeze is blowing. It is definitely a very pleasant thing to walk in it.

Just like Tang Dao, he should have spent the happiest half an hour in this world just now, although he didn't want to admit it in his heart.

The good weather and good night view are definitely one of the reasons why he is in a good mood, not just because of the beauty.

Such a beautiful city, such a beautiful country, why should it be ravaged by artillery fire?This kind of feeling may only be found in the poet's poems.

On the battlefield, there is no such thing, only blood and sweat.

For the protagonists on the battlefield—the soldiers, they either shivered with fear, or accepted lying down, or tried their best to fight for a little life for themselves.

For example, on this moonlit night, for the soldiers of the reorganized 43rd Infantry Company of the 26th Division of the 3rd Army, if they don't take a rest for a while, they will be exhausted.

From arriving at noon to now, I have been working continuously for six or seven hours.

But their battalion commander was crazy.

It is the "Four Poisons" Commander Liu who usually likes to take big guys to eat, drink, gamble and smoke a few mouthfuls of cigarettes. Wielding an iron pickaxe, he desperately digs the soil, and scans his surroundings. If he sees someone who is lazy, he will run for more than ten or 20 meters and fly over with a big foot.

All kinds of "turtle son, melon skin" were sprayed wildly in his mouth, as if whoever was lazy and didn't dig trenches and build fortifications was like digging his ancestral grave.

The 3rd Infantry Company was basically drawn down from the original half of the regiment, and some of them were not directly under this Battalion Commander Liu, but they had also heard about the name of this "Four Poisons" Battalion Commander. And such a little-known 'workaholic' fetish.

But no one dared to resist the majesty of this man. After a battle in half a month, the infantry regiment of Xiao Erqian was so small. The regiment leader died in battle, three battalion commanders died in battle, and nine company commanders Four pairs and a half were killed in the battle. Except for the Deputy Wang Tuan who was promoted to the head of the regiment, the 152nd regiment was left with the highest rank.

So, under the crazy urging of this person, the 3th member of the 120rd Infantry Company rested for no more than an hour from noon to now, but dug a trench nearly 400 meters long, 2 meters wide and 1.5 meters deep. The company headquarters hidden inside the civilian houses was also built, and it dug more than 100 meters than the civilian men guided by the veterans of the Four Lines Battalion.

Although it was because of factors that the peasants were not familiar with, their hard work was the main reason why their project progress was ahead of everyone else.

Almost all the soldiers simply took off their upper body military uniforms, and they were bare-chested, and they were sweating profusely.

If it weren't for Commissioner Wang's carefulness, each block would organize people to boil a large pot, and at the same time boil water, throw a lot of shredded ginger and brown sugar into it, which can be regarded as supplementing water and energy for the soldiers and civilians digging trenches and building fortifications , It is estimated that before the war starts, a large number of people will have to be exhausted here.

"Come on, officers, drink water, drink water." Several aunts came from a distance carrying a large iron pot, yelling loudly.

Most of the women in Jiangnan are graceful and restrained. It may be that those who have never been to Jiangnan have misunderstood them.The gentle appearance of Jiangnan women also has the heroism of the north, which should be the influence of the population who migrated from Kaifeng during the Southern Song Dynasty.

If you listen carefully, you will find that Hangzhou dialect has some inevitable connections with Henan dialect.

If you study it carefully, you will find that China is so big, so there are only a few ancestors, otherwise there would be no such thing as compatriots.

Of course, there are still customs in different places.

For example, let's say that the gang dispersed in a hurry, either holding their own broken enamel jars, or simply holding the Japanese-style [-] helmets seized on the battlefield, and the Sichuan army drinking hot ginger syrup.

Sichuan people are well-known throughout the country for their hard-working traits, but they are also well-known all over the country for their desire for pleasure, delicious food and fun. Otherwise, Sichuan cuisine would not be popular all over the country, and the famous Sichuan wine would not be well-known all over the country. They are all necessary for eating and drinking. .

With such a rare rest time, the Sichuan army will not waste it. Basically, there is no need to look at the back of the "crazy" battalion commander sipping water. More than 80.00% of the soldiers subconsciously took out the bongs they carried with them, and took a few puffs beautifully.

That's the thing they'd rather put their rifles aside and have in their belts when they're at work.Although there are rumors that the "Two Gun Army" is derogatory, it is indeed true.

Tobacco soil has been introduced to the southwest for a hundred years. Because the climate in the southwest mountainous area is suitable for growing tobacco, the incompetence of the late Qing government and the warlords of Sichuan Province in order to gain wealth, the planting volume of tobacco in the southwest reached a terrible planting volume in the early Republic of China. The amount of the province even reached 40.00% of the country.

However, Sichuan people still care about face. At the beginning of smoking, they mostly showed their rank and wealth, and finally spread to the bottom, and even treated guests with cigarettes. At this time, the hobby of smoking has completely spread in Sichuan Province, a blessed place in the southwest.

Including the army in Sichuan Province, they even used smoke instead of military pay to distribute.

In other words, the rifles in your hands that you want these small Sichuan soldiers to put down may be fine, but asking them to put down the bongs in their belts is absolutely impossible, and I will fight with your life.

However, this bad habit, which has spread throughout Sichuan Province and even the whole country, will be completely curbed with the unification of the future regime.

Facts have proved that there is nothing in this world that cannot be overcome except life and death.

"Dongguo, is our battalion commander crazy? He's exhausted before this battle is fought. You're old, go and tell him!" A young soldier who was only eighteen or nineteen leaned forward. Leaning against the newly built fortifications, he begged a veteran who was half-lying beside him and was puffing.

"You melon skin, said the battalion commander is crazy, I think you are crazy." The veteran who was enjoying himself looked around, making sure no one else heard him, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

"As for what you said about letting the battalion commander relax, then don't even think about it, you son of a bitch!" The veteran lazily returned to his original position, exhaling a puff of smoke.

"Why!"

"Why? That's because the battalion commander wants to survive. He's more afraid of death than anyone else, understand?"

"Why are you so afraid of death! Brother Pao, if you don't wear your belts, I'm in the big field, so why not kill the little devils crying for their father and mother?" The young soldier patted his chest with great pride.

"Tch!" The veteran rolled his eyes and let out a puff of smoke in disdain. "I don't know what happened. I hugged Lao Tzu's legs at night in the camp, crying so much that my nose was full of tears, and my clothes were dirty!"

"It's not that my brothers in the platoon are dying! I'm crying so much! Even if I cry, I'm a soldier, and it's normal to be afraid of death. A battalion commander is also so afraid of death!" Young The soldier blushed and tried to defend himself.

"This! Let me ask you, Battalion Commander Liu is the famous battalion commander of the 'Four Poisons' in the whole regiment, so why didn't he get the fifth poison! Just go to the building to find a girl, do you know why?"

"Why? Could it be that the battalion commander can't do it?" The shock on the young soldier's face revealed his true thoughts.

The reason is very simple. If it weren't for this battle, the biggest officer this recruit who had joined the army for less than two years would be the company commander. An infantry battalion commander who can manage 600 people would be like heaven to him. I didn't expect to be able to discuss the gossip about the battalion commander with the veteran. For this soldier, it is definitely capital that he can use to brag in the future, if he survives the battle.

"Bah, you son of a bitch wants to kill me!" The veteran scolded the recruit lightly, but with a smile on his face, he began his journey of complaining about the officer.

After all, he was exhausted to death just now.

"Our Battalion Commander Liu is an ear-scratcher!"

"What else?" The young soldier became more interested.

"Also, it's said that I'm afraid of the battalion commander's wife, so I don't even dare to move too much during daily training."

"What does that have to do with raking ears?"

"Hehe, you don't know that! I heard that the wife of the battalion commander who lives outside our camp would use a brush to write his name on his work as a mark every time the battalion commander left home. You Said, what can I do if I sweat too much after training!"

"Pfft..." The young soldier spat out a mouthful of water, dumbfounded. "The battalion commander's wife is so ruthless!"

"It's more than ruthless! During this expedition, I saw with my own eyes that the battalion commander's wife, who was married a year ago, forced him to resign from the military at the gate of the barracks and refused to let him leave. As a result, Battalion Commander Liu The reply was very stiff, and he slapped the ignorant mother-in-law several times. Guess what happened?" The veteran blinked.

"The battalion commander has stood up since then? The battalion commander's wife has given in."

"You think too much!" The veteran said quietly.

"Liu Battalion Commander's wife is a cruel person. She didn't cry or make trouble. She bit her finger on the spot, tore the corner of her skirt, and wrote a letter on the skirt dipped in blood, forcing the battalion commander to sign and agree.

The general idea is that if the company commander dares to die outside, she will marry another man with the baby in her stomach, and let the other man sleep with his wife and beat his baby. "

"He's such a straight-forward fairy, what do such a woman want her to do, divorce her." The young soldier was furious.

"You melon skin! You know a ball!" The veteran stretched out his hand and slapped the young soldier on the forehead. His face was extremely solemn, but his eyes were extremely gentle.

"After signing this letter, how dare the battalion commander die casually! Even if he only has one leg and one arm, he must crawl back. The battalion commander's wife is a good woman!"

Young soldiers don't understand, but veterans who have passed their thirties do.

That was the last resort used by the wife who did not want her husband to die in a foreign land.

That is, a woman's last stubbornness in the face of losing her husband.

The battalion commander didn't want to die, so he had to force everyone to repair the fortifications rather than die of exhaustion?He must want to go back to see his wife, and also want to see the child who is due to be born soon.

"Work!" The young soldier stayed for more than ten seconds, and grabbed the old soldier's bong with his hands. "Sister-in-law is waiting for you to go back!"

"Hey! You son of a bitch! Don't break my bong." The old soldier looked distressed at the young soldier who roughly pinned the bong on his waist.

But the body was very honest, and picked up the tools again.

The battalion commander, who was also bare-chested more than [-] meters away from them, had already walked towards this side with the guy Shier in his hand. He grinned when he saw the two soldiers entering the fortifications before he could urge him to work.

With a wave of his hand, before he could speak, a loud voice suddenly came from the loudspeaker of the radio placed 20 meters away.

(End of this chapter)