blood of vietnam war

Chapter 22

Dinner changed a little this day, and the logistics team brought up some compressed biscuits, so we didn't have to eat canned food anymore.

Compressed biscuits are divided into two types: white flavor and oil-soaked salt and pepper flavor, 0.5 kg per pack, four slices per pack, 125 grams per slice.It is said that this kind of biscuit contains very rich nutrients and has a significant effect on maintaining human body functions, and can increase physical energy and reduce hunger.

I chose the salt-and-pepper flavor. Although the white flavor is easier to swallow than the salt-and-pepper flavor, and I don’t need to drink more water, but I know... the body needs to replenish salt after sweating a lot, otherwise Will be completely powerless and unable to cope with the next march or battle.

Don't think that these compressed biscuits are used to labor us. According to the tradition of our army, only those who win battles will be rewarded. If you lose a battle...you have to accept criticism and self-criticism!The superiors don't care how many people you sacrificed or how brave you fought.

But fortunately, we can't say that this battle is completely defeated. I think this is also the reason why the superiors have not yet achieved results and the soldiers can maintain a certain morale.

So I couldn't help being smug... What would this team do without me?My monitor is not for nothing!

Then why are there still compressed biscuits to eat?

First of all, this biscuit is not a good thing in the first place. It was distributed by every army, but because the army I was in had the task of crossing the river, it generally carried an "iron coffin" that was not easy to get wet.

"Iron coffin" is an alias given by the soldiers to the can, because the can is long and looks like a coffin, and all the soldiers feel that half of their body is in the coffin, so they call it funny. "Iron coffin".

Secondly... The reason why we have these compressed biscuits is entirely because the superior wants to use this old street as a transfer point between the front line and the rear.

Old Street is a traffic hub, isn't it?

Since it is a transportation hub, it means that there are various roads, railways and mountain roads leading to all directions of the front line, so it is the best policy to store strategic materials here, which can facilitate the timely delivery of ammunition, food, etc. delivered to the front line.

In other words... In the future, not only compressed biscuits will be shipped to Lao Cai, but also various supplies and ammunition will follow...

As the troops stationed in Laojie, this can be said to be our welfare, because we don't have to worry about insufficient supplies.But it can also be said to be our nightmare, because it means that we will become the focus of the Vietnamese army's attack.

"Hey, comrades!" Just as the soldier and I were swallowing mouthfuls of biscuits and water, the old squad leader of the cooking team, sweating profusely, came up with two baskets and shouted happily at us: "Comrades... ...the steamed buns just out of the cage are here!"

As he spoke, he lifted the lid, and the fragrance immediately overflowed.

"Wow……"

With a cry of cheers, the soldiers boiled over, surrounded them with a whimper, and grabbed them with their hands.

The old squad leader was so anxious that he shook his hands at us: "Wait, wait... line up and come one by one..."

"Old squad leader!" Scar asked strangely, "Where did you get the steamed buns?"

"Isn't it?" The old squad leader tore off the towel hanging around his neck and wiped his sweaty face: "A truckload of flour was brought in from above, and I thought that the soldiers hadn't eaten for a long time. When it was time for hot food, I asked for two bags of it, and found a pot in the house of the Vietnamese people to steam the buns..."

"It's yours..." Dao Scar wanted to say something more, but the steamed buns in his mouth blocked all the remaining words.

I couldn't resist the temptation of the aroma, I took two and couldn't wait to stuff them into my mouth...

People who eat hot food at home every day cannot feel the pain of eating canned food to satisfy our hunger every day. Now we can eat hot and delicious steamed buns... It's like returning home to reunite with relatives. Some soldiers are even reluctant to eat. But I was worried that the heat would dissipate like this, so I carefully covered it with my hand and tasted a little bit.

Seeing this, the old squad leader sighed from the side: "I have walked through the gate of hell, and I can't even eat a hot meal. The most pitiful ones are those comrades who sacrificed. They didn't have a bite of steamed buns when they left... "

Hearing these words, the soldiers were all stunned. Some soldiers thought about the comrades who had just died, and their tears flowed down. They wanted to cry happily, but they had steamed buns in their mouths. , so there was an indistinct choked sound of "woo woo" everywhere...

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun is still reluctant to shoot out from the tops of the trees, dyeing the white clouds into blood, and the green hills into blood. The whole world seems to have fallen into a red dye vat and rolled for a while.

At just the right time, the scholar sat on the hill again, silently pulling out his harmonica and blowing with the wind.

But it is a farewell song.

Listening to the slightly sad and vicissitudes of the melody, the soldiers hummed the song unanimously:

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are green grass and green sky.

The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountains

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the close friends

Life is a rare thing to be together, only parting

......"

With the disappearance of the singing, it is the sorrow of the soldiers and the fading sunset...

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Originally, I thought that the Vietnamese army would give us a little rest tonight. After all, both sides didn't get any benefits from the battle, didn't they?According to my thinking, since this is the case, it is better for both parties to stop for a while to rest...

But a battlefield is a battlefield, and enemies never do what we want them to do, and battles don't always go the way we want them to.

With a "boom" explosion, a three-story wood-brick building in the school collapsed.

The soldiers and I were woken up quickly. Although most of us didn't sleep under the mosquito bites, we still touched our guns and entered the fighting state at the first time.

Gunshots rang out soon...but I thought it was some nervous fighters shooting indiscriminately, because I didn't see any enemy, and I didn't hear the enemy's cry.

"What happened?"

"The more devils came to sneak attack?"

……

I heard people around me constantly asking questions, but I didn't speak.

Because I know that no one will know what happened at this time, and it is useless to ask.

It's not that the soldiers don't know this. The reason why they know that they can't ask the result and still ask is because the fear in their hearts needs an outlet to vent, and they hope that someone can give them a satisfactory answer to calm their hearts.

"It's nothing serious!" Dao Scar quickly said in a relaxed tone: "Whether some careless comrade accidentally ignites the grenade, the devil's house can't help but explode, and it will collapse in just one click."

Although this answer is unreasonable, it can temporarily stabilize the morale of the army, so the soldiers quickly calmed down.

"Comrades, pay attention!" Scar went on to say, "Don't run around, don't shoot indiscriminately, it's so dark... maybe let your own people beat you as a devil, or kill them My own people were beaten as Yue devils! Do you understand?"

"understand!"

"understand!"

……

What is strange to me is that Scar is a very experienced leader. In my opinion, his ability is definitely higher than that of a company commander or even a battalion commander. In addition, he has been a soldier for a long time. The scar on his face also proves that he is brave in battle...how come he is still just a small platoon leader.

Of course, this is not what I need to care about.

What I need to care about now is actually very simple, and that is whether I can get out of this battlefield alive.

After more than ten minutes, the gunfire finally stopped. From this point of view, some soldiers in our army are really not suitable for fighting.Because of the experience of Vietnam Army agents pretending to be our soldiers to make trouble last night, the superiors issued a strict order not to shoot indiscriminately before dark tonight...but obviously this order did not have the desired effect.

After a period of emergency communication, the troops finally figured out the situation: a warehouse storing grain and supplies in the northeast corner was attacked by the Vietnamese army. The explosive package was ignited in the warehouse... so the comrades in the logistics team were busy all day long.

"Squad leader!" The scholar sitting beside me frowned and said, "There's something wrong, how does Yue Guizi seem to know everything about our situation!"

"Yes!" Xiao Shitou not far away said, "When our battalion went out, the Chinese and Vietnamese devils ambushed them, as if they all knew our marching route."

"Especially tonight!" The scholar leaned closer in front of me again: "It is said that...the people in the logistics team specially chose to release the food after dark in order to prevent the Yue devils from finding out where the food was stored, but they still let the Yue devils One blast and one accurate!"

"There is a scorpion!" I replied disapprovingly.

I have heard the old man say for a long time that Yue Guizi has a large number of J-spies mixed into our army.

There are two reasons for this. The first is that Vietnam and our country had a period of comrades and brothers, and even many Vietnamese officers were directly trained in our army’s military academy, so there are not a few Vietnamese soldiers who can speak fluent Chinese .

The second is that our army's enlistment review is too loose.Just like me, I just reported my hometown and name at first, and then I joined the army in a daze. Many soldiers even died without knowing where they were from or what their names were.

It is conceivable that since I can enlist in the army in this way, the Yue Guizi who can speak Chinese can naturally enlist in the same way.

"This time it's not just a matter of killing spies!" At some point, Dao Scar said next to us: "Our troops are stationed on the high ground around the old street, and the barbed wire and landmines are all set up... I asked They all said that everything was normal and they didn't find the Yue Guizi passing by, but they bombed the warehouse anyway, and no one knows how the Yue Guizi got in!"

Hearing this, I couldn't help but thumped in my heart, and said, "If... this Yue Guizi didn't come in from the outside?"