Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

"Please rest assured, chief, unless all members of the Seventh Company die in battle, as long as one person is alive, the mission will be completed!"

This is a military order issued by all the soldiers of the Seventh Company to their superiors before departure.

Rest well, eat enough, and dress warmly.

At the beginning of the departure, the speed of the soldiers was very fast. After all, it was too late to walk more than 100 kilometers a day.

This time, Qiao Lin was still in charge of vigilance.

With a gun on his back, he kept running back and forth, left and right, scouting the enemy's situation, and traveled more than half of the distance compared to other soldiers.

However, with the blessing of system combat value, this is nothing to him.

Soon the team left the boundary of Xinxingli, that is to say, the Seventh Company has officially entered the battle zone.

From this moment on, the soldiers of the Seventh Company may be bombed by enemy planes at any time, and they may also encounter the enemy and fight head-on at any time.

The farther away from Xinxingli, the more serious the damage caused by the war to this land.

At a glance, everywhere you can see, there are ruins everywhere.

Homes that had been bombed and burned by shells were everywhere.

The ground was full of bomb craters and corpses that were too late to clean up, most of which belonged to the local people.

Qiao Lin had already experienced the cruelty of the battle, but at this time he felt the cruelty after the battle.

Life is precious, but in the face of bullets, it is simply vulnerable.

Houses are sheltered from wind and rain, but in the face of artillery fire, they are like paper.

When it was close to noon, the troops had already marched thirty kilometers in one breath.

However, along the way, let alone a living person, I didn't even see a single living thing.

It turns out that the people who lived here either died in the flames of war, or left for their lives.

Chapter 20 When the road encounters a strong wind, I will not move

"These American devils are not much better than the Japanese devils back then. They are all equally inhuman."

Mei Sheng pointed to several corpses lying on their backs in the snow not far away.

Judging by their clothes, they are all ordinary people.

The surface of the body was covered with a thin layer of snow, so it should have been killed not long ago.

"Ugh!"

Wu Qianli sighed and said nothing more.

After joining the army for so many years, I have seen this kind of scene enough, and I am used to it.

There was nothing he could do but feel sorry for these innocent victims.

Moreover, there is still a task to do at this moment, and there is no time to bury these corpses.

I can only mourn for them in my heart, hoping that they can rest in peace.

Jolin's ears were filled with the sound of gunfire.

According to his judgment, within a range of five kilometers, there must be a place where fighting is taking place.

The sound of gunfire is very dense, but it is different from what was interpreted in the movie.

Not that constant explosion.

but intermittently.

At a certain time, the artillery fire is concentrated, but it will calm down after a short period of one or two minutes, and it will start again after a while.

The trembling ground reflected how fierce the battle was.

"Didn't it mean that a battle has driven these guys to the south of the Qingchuan River? Why are they still fighting here?"

After Qiao Lin reported the situation ahead to Wu Qianli, he asked in confusion.

As far as he knows, after the Volunteer Army ended its first battle, the front line has been continuously pushed forward, and the Mi Army and the United Nations Army were forced to withdraw to the south bank of the Qingchuan River.

"Silly boy, I can tell you have never fought a war."

Mei Sheng said helplessly after hearing Qiao Lin's question.

"What do you mean?"

Qiao Lin was at a loss. What does this have to do with never having fought a war?

"The advancement of the front can only represent a phased victory, not a comprehensive victory."

"The enemy's airborne troops and ground infiltration troops may appear behind our army at any time, and there are still some troops left behind that have not had time to retreat."

"As long as the war is not completely over, it is normal to encounter the enemy anywhere on the battlefield."

Mei Sheng explained patiently.

"So that's what fighting is all about!"

Jolin rubbed his nose embarrassedly.

He thought that as long as the front line was advanced, it meant that the enemy had been completely wiped out.

"Boy, you still have a lot to learn."

Seeing Qiao Lin say such childish words, Wu Qianli couldn't help laughing.

"Then shall we go and help?"

Jolin suddenly suggested.

"As a soldier, on the battlefield, you must always remember what your mission is!"

Wu Qianli's tone suddenly became serious.

Why didn't he want to help his comrades who were fighting on the front line.

However, the important task that the Seventh Company is taking on at this time is directly related to the overall situation of the Volunteer Army's operations on the peninsula, and a careless mistake may cause irreparable losses.

How to choose between saving one person and harming hundreds?

"I remember!"

Qiao Lin shuddered all over, and immediately realized that he was a little impulsive.

"Continue to investigate and try to avoid the location of the exchange of fire."

"Yes!"

Qiao Lin rushed to the front of the team again along the mountain path.

The sky gradually darkened, and the soldiers had already walked [-] kilometers after a day of rapid march.

This speed is almost the limit of human infantry.

After Qiao Lin's investigation, he found that there was a temporary road under the mountain.

The traces of the wheels on the ground are densely distributed vertically and horizontally, which is obviously the main traffic route in this area.

After learning of this situation, Wu Qianli immediately decided to stop advancing and let the soldiers rest temporarily in place, and then went down the mountain after dark.

The hot water in the pot had already been drunk, everyone ate fried noodles and snow, and after a simple meal, they all sat down and rested.

No one spoke, and before night fell, the valley seemed unusually quiet.

suddenly.

There was a huge white wave in the distance.

Then a gust of wind swept over.

Wherever the strong wind went, the snow on the ground was also rolled into the air.

The sky and the ground almost turned into a snow-white world.

The line of sight is completely blocked, and the viewing distance is getting shorter and shorter.

Qiao Lin swore that he had never seen such a strong wind in his two lifetimes.

Except for the sound of the wind, there is no sound at all.

The strength of the wind is simply not something the human body can resist.

The soldier who was sitting on the ground resting a moment ago was blown down by the strong wind the next second and rolled on the ground.

Qiao Lin hugged a big tree next to him tightly, which prevented him from being blown away.

"Hold! Hold!"

Wu Qianli roared at the top of his voice, but no one else could hear what he said.

Qiao Lin saw a translator with a radio on his back rolling like a ball in the snow.

He opened his mouth to remind him to find a tree to hug him.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, his mouth was instantly filled with strong wind, and he couldn't make any sound.

Seeing that the translator began to roll towards the edge of the cliff, the situation became more and more dangerous.

Unable to watch his comrades fall off the cliff, Qiao Lin made a quick decision.

Holding the tree trunk with one hand, he untied the backpack strap with the other.

Tie the backpack tightly to the tree, wrap the other end around his hand twice, and stumble towards the translator.

But within two steps, Qiao Lin was swept into the air by a gust of wind, which was three or four meters high.

Then he was slammed to the ground again.

Although there is thick snow on the ground to cushion the impact.

But Qiao Lin still felt a sharp pain all over his body, and his internal organs were about to be shattered.

His brain even went blank for a short time, and he forgot to think.

But instinct still drove him to turn over immediately and crawl towards the translator.

The distance between the two was only three meters, but to Qiao Lin, these three meters were like thousands of mountains and rivers.