Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

"Fart your grandma, when did Qilian abandon his comrades?"

Wu Qianli scolded straight away, if it wasn't for the fact that Li Musheng was injured, he would have slapped him a long time ago.

"I'm sorry, company commander, I'm the one who dragged the comrades back."

Li Musheng didn't cry when he fell, he didn't cry when he was enduring the pain of broken bones, he didn't even cry when he made the decision to stay alone and freeze to death.

However, after hearing Wu Qianli's refusal to abandon his comrade-in-arms, he cried like a child.

"Grandma, why are big men crying? It's better to save your strength and kill a few more enemies on the battlefield!"

Wu Qianli dropped this sentence and directed the soldiers to find materials for making stretchers.

Seeing this scene, Qiao Lin's eyes turned red.

Wu Qianli never said a word of comfort to Li Musheng from head to toe, even his tone was cold.

But these cold words are better than thousands of words of comfort.

Qiao Lin was suddenly a little thankful that he was in such a team.

He firmly believed that even if he was on the battlefield, even if he became a cripple who couldn't move, as long as he still had breath, his comrades would not abandon him.

Do not abandon, do not give up!

This is the military soul of Qilian.

After the hygienist treated Li Musheng's injury, he began to bandage Lei Gong again.

Lei Gong who came out of the cave was covered with wounds all over his body, as if he had been hacked into pieces.

It is unrealistic to suture the wound in this environment. The hygienist can only disinfect him with a cotton ball dipped in alcohol, and then wrap it with a bandage.

"There is no need to pack these small openings, what a waste of things."

After several large wounds were covered, Lei Gong pushed the health worker away.

In his opinion, bandages and alcohol are far more precious than his wounds.

"Lei Gong, how did this happen?"

Looking at the wounds on Lei Gong's body, Qiao Lin couldn't imagine what he had experienced in the cave.

"The cave is full of protruding rock pieces, which are relatively sharp and were scratched. Mu Sheng is also very lucky. There are a few trees growing horizontally in the cave to stop him, otherwise he would have fallen to pieces. "

Lei Gong said with a wry smile.

Unexpectedly, this was the case in the cave. After a while, Qiao Lin was afraid that if he went down into the cave by himself, his hands and feet would be worn out.

"Little brat, are you ready to go to the battlefield?"

Lei Gong patted Qiao Lin on the shoulder and asked suddenly.

Qiao Lin was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

Then I saw Lei Gong showing a gratified smile.

"Do you know what is the most important thing on the battlefield?"

Lei Gong asked again.

What is it?

tactics?

Physical fitness?

Or guts?

Chapter 11 Going down the mountain to rest and encounter unknown people

Jolin didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"To survive! If you want to survive on the battlefield, you must destroy all enemies that can threaten you!"

Lei Gong patted Qiao Lin on the shoulder again, and got up to see how the stretcher was tied.

survive?

Qiao Lin looked at Lei Gong's back, a trace of confusion floated in his eyes, and then suddenly realized.

Surviving on the battlefield is the most important thing, but the premise of surviving is to destroy the enemy.

Qiaolin read many works of famous military strategists during his college years, and they all have unique views on war.

However, at this moment, Qiao Lin felt that no one could compare to Lei Gong.

He perfectly explained the true meaning of the battlefield with the most simple and easy-to-understand words.

Lei Gong has been in the army for more than 20 years. Counting, he was already a soldier of the Red Army before the Long March.

In accordance with the chairman's instructions after the founding of the People's Republic of China that the Red Army should not be dismissed.

Lei Gong should at least be a regiment-level officer.

Why is it still only a platoon leader of the Seventh Company?

A man with such a deep understanding of the battlefield.

Qiao Lin never believed that he was just an ordinary soldier doing nothing.

What has he been through?

Jolin suddenly became curious about Lei Gong.

Two arm-thick trunks, cut off excess branches.

Tie the four corners of the quilt with backpack straps, and a simple stretcher is ready.

Li Musheng was lying on a stretcher, and four soldiers carried him forward.

Marching late at night, especially when carrying the wounded, even if the soldiers tried harder, the marching speed would inevitably be slowed down.

With Li Musheng's lessons learned from the past, Qiao Lin, who is in charge of exploring the road, has a heavier burden on his shoulders.

Holding a nearly three-meter-long branch in both hands, he pricked it on the snow in front of him as he walked, to prevent another accident that his comrades stepped on the air and fell into the cave.

The road up the mountain is sometimes flat and sometimes steep.

In the most difficult section, the soldiers are like building a human ladder, and they need to climb up with their shoulders against the comrades in front.

From time to time, some comrades fell and slipped because they couldn't bear the trample, and they were pulled back by others again and again.

A hill several hundred meters high is extremely difficult to climb.

Until the dawn appeared in the sky, the soldiers who had not closed their eyes for a day and two nights finally climbed to the top of the mountain.

Some soldiers whose physical strength was exhausted directly collapsed to the ground, and after regaining their strength, they grabbed the snow on the ground and stuffed it into their mouths.

Cold, fatigue, and tension are all eroding the bodies of soldiers.

"There is another mountain five kilometers to the northwest. After climbing over that mountain, we will arrive at Xinxingli."

Mei Sheng looked at the map and said excitedly.

Judging from the map, the Seventh Company has already completed half of the journey. As long as we work harder, we will definitely be able to reach Xinxingli and join the main force before dawn tomorrow.

"The target on the top of the mountain is too big and easy to expose, check the equipment and go down the mountain quickly!"

Wu Qianli looked around and immediately gave an order.

The soldiers nestled in the snow supported each other to stand up, and lined up to start descending the mountain.

Compared with going up the mountain, going down the mountain is much easier. You just need to grasp the center of gravity and not slip.

When encountering a road section with a relatively gentle slope, just sit on the ground and slide down, which saves trouble and effort.

The distance between the two mountains is less than five kilometers, and there is a relatively gentle canyon in the middle.

It took one night to go up the mountain and less than an hour to go down the mountain.

Guessing that there was plenty of time, Wu Qianli decided to let the soldiers take a short break and eat something to replenish their strength.

The fried noodles in the dry food bag had long been soaked in snow water and were as hard as solidified cement.

But the soldiers still ate deliciously, nibbling on the fried noodles that had been frozen into icicles, like eating popsicles.

Many soldiers' hands and feet were swollen from the cold, and their fingers were swollen like carrots.

Qiao Lin also felt that his fingers were numb, and he couldn't control them.

So I followed the example of others, holding the snow in both hands and rubbing vigorously.

Soon there was a hot feeling. Although the hands were still cold, at least the fingers could bend flexibly.

At this time, what Qiao Lin wanted to do most was to eat a warm meal, and then get into the bed and have a good sleep.

Although the training at the National University of Science and Technology is also very strict, compared with the current situation, it is simply a child's game.

Human beings' ability to adapt to the environment is amazing. It has only been a little over thirty hours since Qilian entered the peninsula.

But the soldiers were no longer shivering by the cold wind like when they first set foot on this land.

Even though they were only wearing thin military uniforms, some extremely exhausted soldiers fell to the ground and fell asleep.

"In such cold weather, I don't know how long everyone can last?"

Qiao Lin sighed and said worriedly.

In the peninsula war, the number of volunteer soldiers who died of frostbite due to extreme low temperature was almost directly proportional to the number of deaths on the battlefield.

"What are you talking about, Lin Ge?"

Zhang Xiaoshan on the side asked in a daze.

Since Qiao Lin saved his life yesterday, 17-year-old Zhang Xiaoshan regarded Qiao Lin as an idol, and called him Brother Lin.

"It's nothing, I said it casually."

Qiao Lin moved his ears, and suddenly heard the sound of wheels rolling on the ground in the distance.

"Company commander, there is a situation!"

Qiao Lin walked to the side of Wu Qianli in a few steps, raised his hand and pointed to the east of the canyon, and said in a low voice.

"All concealed and ready for battle."