My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 618 Difficult to Make a Decision
In the early morning, the sky is just getting bright...

Thick fog rose from the Irrawaddy Delta, covering many islands.

It was very quiet at dawn, and there seemed to be no other sound except the chirping of seabirds.

Qiu Lin came to a gentle slope by the river, stuffed a few mouthfuls of dry food indiscriminately, but kept his eyes on the faintly visible islands opposite.

Looking at the vast expanse of whiteness, people can't tell the difference between southeast and northwest, let alone the situation on the opposite island.

Below the gentle slope, the comrades-in-arms of the company are busily working on the shore.

They used local materials to tie up simple rafts with ropes made of thick logs and rattan, and then stacked and fixed the rafts together to reinforce them into small boats that could carry more than a dozen people at a time.

Due to the serious shortage of kayaks, the superiors ordered the soldiers to hurry up and make a large number of boats for landing in case of emergency.

There are hundreds of large and small islands in the delta, but they are not far from each other, and the waters here are relatively calm. As long as there is no heavy storm, such a simple boat can cross the water and land.

It can be seen that this project has been going on for a long time, and dozens of wooden boats have been placed in the water on the shore. This is just the result of dozens of people from their reconnaissance company.

Although the soldiers had built a lot of ships during this period, the order to attack was not issued for a long time, but some guys who wanted to fight were anxious, and Qiu Lin was one of them.

After breakfast, Qiu Lin ran into the team with a gun on his back, and walked straight to Chen Xinmin, ignoring the other companions.

"Company commander, is there an order to attack today?"

Seeing who it was, Chen Xinmin, who was working shirtless, rolled his eyes and said helplessly, "No, why do you ask me every day, do you really want to fight?"

"We've been here for almost half a month, why don't we go to the island and kill those bastards?"

Qiu Lin muttered a bit, and asked again expectantly: "Commander, why don't I take advantage of the fog today and take a squad over to investigate?"

Chen Xinmin threw the wood in his hand aside, and said sternly: "No! No one can act without the order of the regiment headquarters. Did I say you have itchy skin? Why can't you stay so long? You have the time Can't you come here to help? How can you look like a platoon leader?"

As he said that, he raised his hand and hit Qiu Lin's head with a blow, and looked at the latter with hatred.

Qiu Lin didn't hide. He rubbed his forehead and continued, "Our reconnaissance company is supposed to find out the enemy's situation for the large army. How can we do this carpentry work every day? How can we know the situation of the little devil on the other side if we don't do anything."

There is nothing wrong with these words. To be honest, Chen Xinmin has been aggrieved during this time. He built a raft to make a boat every day, and his hands were calloused. He didn't see the order from the superior to attack, but let them continue to stand by. It's really annoying. Can't figure it out.

"Okay, okay, I'm not satisfied with giving you a few days to live a peaceful life. You have to have a grenade in your crotch to feel comfortable?"

However, as a company commander, he couldn't complain in front of the soldiers, so he could only calm down patiently.

Seeing that the persuasion was fruitless, Qiu Lin had no choice but to retreat desolately, sighing helplessly as he looked at the dense fog in the sky.

The soldiers around were silently doing the work at hand, each with their own thoughts in their hearts.

In fact, most of the soldiers in the company didn't want to fight any more. Only people like Qiu Lin who harbored some kind of deep hatred would be so aggressive, or maybe he just wanted to finish the battle quickly so that he could go home early.

Since I came to Ayeyarwady Province, I have been fighting for two or three months, and now I can finally stop the meeting. Who would like to go to the island to fight with the little devils? You must know that the landing battle is quite cruel.

After the last battle on the Pathein River, their reconnaissance company was only transferred to the rear for a few days to repair, and after adding some soldiers, they continued to fight with the large army that launched the general offensive.

Some time ago, the new army continued to advance, and there were more and more encounters with the little devils. Their 213th regiment was the vanguard of the whole division, and naturally bore the brunt.

After several battles, the instructor and two platoon leaders also died. The establishment of the reconnaissance company has been ups and downs.

Now there are less than 80 people in the whole company, and even the grassroots officers have not been supplemented. Chen Xinmin is the company commander and instructor, and other positions are selected from the surviving veterans.

Even the young Qiu Lin was put on the position of acting platoon leader, and he was only a second-class soldier with a bar on his collar.

Watching the thin and lonely figure gradually go away, Chen Xinmin sighed and lit a cigarette, feeling bitter and helpless.

This kid is not the same as when he first joined the army.

Entering the battlefield for the first time, from the nervousness and fear at the beginning, to the numbness and emptiness after seeing blood and killing people...

Watching comrades in arms die one after another, that kind of powerlessness and self-blame, mixed with the fear of death, this feeling is as uncomfortable as it is.

After closing his eyes, all the familiar faces appeared in his mind, and every time he woke up from the nightmare, he wished to immediately pick up his gun and kill those damned enemies.

Some people die and leave nothing behind, some people are still alive but their hearts are dead.

They are big soldiers, they are all low lives...

I can still persist, maybe it's just because there are still unfinished obsessions to support it. A place like the battlefield...it's too easy to change a person's character.
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In the headquarters of the new army, Fang Jingyao looked at the general commander's order that he had just received, and was slightly fascinated.

There were only a few short sentences in the telegram: resolve the remnants of the enemy as soon as possible, end the Irrawaddy campaign, and the main force of the team will return to the Heihe base to reorganize and wait for combat missions.

This is something new happening in the rear, otherwise, how could Liao Mingyu give him such an unreasonable order, Fang Jingyao squinted his eyes and thought.

However, the problem was before us, and it was impossible to solve those Japanese troops in a short time without paying a high price.

Don't look at the new army beating the little devil badly, but their own casualties are not much better.

There are three infantry divisions in the army, and there are not many troops with a fairly complete organization under their command. There are a lot of wounded, and there are holes everywhere in the team.

Moreover, after days of fighting, the morale of the soldiers was low, but Yan Zhan's mood was high. After all, it was only a team of recruits, and it was simply unrealistic to want them to be like the main division.

This was also one of the reasons why Fang Jingyao didn't order the attack for a long time. The landing operation was not as usual, and the new army could be said to have no experience at all.

Now the Japanese army is a vicious dog that has got into a dead end. It is enough to keep the blockade and besiege the opponent.

But at this time, if the troops are directly attacked, that would be the next strategy. Everyone understands the principle of jumping over the wall in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)