Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

Jolin looked at the map curiously.

In college, looking at combat maps is also part of the compulsory course.

But seeing this, he was dumbfounded.

I even suspect that there is a problem with my vision.

Is this really a combat map?

Several lines of different thickness converge on a piece of paper, why is it so like a child's doodle book?

Compared with modern maps, it is simply the difference between sketches and full-frame images.

"What are you staring at? Can you understand?"

As soon as Wu Qianli looked up, he saw Qiao Lin's head floating above his head.

"can't read."

Qiao Lin shook his head honestly, until now, he hadn't found out where the Seventh Company was.

"If you don't understand it, you still watch it? Why don't you hurry up and go to the police?"

Wu Qianli stared.

"Oh!"

Qiao Lin honestly went to do his own job.

In wartime situations, it is normal to temporarily change the marching route. Due to the backward communication conditions, in order to facilitate communication, a set of unique contact methods has been formed among the troops.

Logo!

Wu Qianli led a few soldiers, and used stones and branches to mark the follow-up troops on both sides of the mountain road, telling them the whereabouts of the Seventh Company.

Stones and twigs are stacked randomly, as if formed by nature.

There was nothing in common between the several signs, and even Qiao Lin didn't understand what these things were for.

There is a straight-line distance of ten kilometers from Langya Mountain, and there is a jungle and two small hills in the middle.

As long as you climb over two hills, you will enter Xinxingli.

However, passing through the Langya Mountains shortened the time to a great extent, but undoubtedly added more danger.

"Qiao Lin, Qilian's safety depends on you!"

Before setting off, Wu Qianli solemnly paid a military salute to Qiao Lin.

Qiao Lin's hearing ability is different from that of ordinary people, which will undoubtedly add a security guarantee to Qilian.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Jolin returned a military salute.

It's a trust.

Entrust life and death to the most trustworthy person.

The stronger the ability, the greater the responsibility!

Qiao Lin knew this truth well. He took his own gun from Zhang Xiaoshan and carried it on his back, and walked at the forefront of the entire company without hesitation.

The bitter cold wind was mixed with snowflakes, and Jolin was more awake than ever before.

After the team circled the hillside, they soon entered a dense jungle.

In the cold winter season, the leaves have already fallen, leaving only the bare trunks.

There is a thick layer of fallen leaves on the ground, and there is a "creaking" sound when stepping on it.

"Hidden! Hidden!"

Qiao Lin, who was exploring the way ahead, suddenly issued a warning.

Without the slightest hesitation, the soldiers of the whole company dispersed instantly and fell to the ground.

Soon, the Mi Army flight formation composed of more than a dozen aircraft roared past overhead.

At this moment, everyone's hearts were in their throats.

Although it was daytime, the snow and fog effectively blocked the view of enemy pilots.

In addition, the yellow uniforms of the volunteer soldiers are basically the same color as the fallen leaves on the ground.

Volunteer soldiers lying on the ground, almost integrated with the earth, successfully escaped the enemy's detection.

It wasn't until the enemy plane completely disappeared from sight that Qiao Lin heaved a sigh of relief, stood up and patted the leaves stuck to his body.

"Danger removed!"

Chapter 9 Rewarded for swearing, tasteless prizes

Although it was only half a day, the recruit Qiao Lin made the soldiers of the whole company have a new understanding of him.

Two early warnings helped everyone avoid the bombing of enemy planes.

He took the lead in discovering the enemy's infiltrated troops, effectively cooperated with his comrades in ambushes, and eliminated five enemies by himself in hand-to-hand combat.

These points alone are enough to make him the biggest hero of the Seventh Company who just entered the peninsula to participate in the war.

Although Qiao Lin had just joined the army.

Although the army is also a place to pay attention to seniority.

But the army pays more attention to personal strength and record.

From this moment on, no one in Qilian dared to underestimate Qiao Lin anymore.

In order to speed up the march and arrive at the destination as soon as possible, Wu Qianli and Mei Sheng decided to start an urgent march with the whole company after discussing.

The road is narrow, and the soldiers can only line up and run forward.

The water in the kettle had long been frozen into lumps of ice, and it was impossible to pour out a drop.

While running, Qiao Lin bent down and picked up a handful of snow from the ground, mixed some fried noodles, squeezed it into a snowball and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

This is how everyone eats.

After nearly ten hours of rapid march, the troops successfully crossed the jungle.

Fortunately, the road went smoothly, and no enemy planes were encountered.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and it didn't mean to stop at all. The earth had already turned into a vast expanse of whiteness.

When I stepped down, the snow on the ground didn't even reach my ankles.

The soldiers were all wearing single-layer liberation rubber shoes, and their feet were already so cold that they lost consciousness.

But even so, everyone is still persisting, running forward with the team step by step.

Although there is no thermometer, Jolin estimates that the current temperature is about twenty degrees below zero.

Such temperature, for volunteer soldiers marching in the field, not only tests their physical fitness, but also their willpower.

The soldiers of the Seventh Company are basically southerners, and they have adapted to the warm environment since birth.

Many people have never seen what snow looks like before entering the peninsula, let alone experience sub-zero temperatures.

Marching quickly in a low temperature environment puts a lot of load on the body.

Bursts of hot air burst from the soldiers' heads.

Snowflakes fell on the body and were melted by the body temperature. The military uniform soaked in snow and sweat was quickly frozen again, then melted again, and then frozen again...

And so on and on.

It's just that the melting time is getting slower and slower. The soldiers' exposed eyebrows and eyelashes have already condensed a layer of frost, and their faces have also turned black and red.

The exhaustion of physical strength can only be supplemented by fried noodles and snow water.

But swallowing a handful of snow into the stomach, it seems that even the stomach is about to freeze.

Even under such harsh conditions, no one was left behind.

Even the wounded are closely following the pace of the team with the support of their comrades.

Qiao Lin turned his head and glanced at the ice dragon-like team behind him, his nose suddenly sore.

Then, an uncontrollable hatred for the enemy broke out.

He had never hated a person and a country so much.

But at this moment, for those invaders who invaded my border, he directly hates to the bone.

Living in the same world, is it not good for everyone to live in peace and harmony?

Why start a war?

Why cause disputes?

Could it be that he only saw the war that he created alone, destroying countless people's homes and taking countless innocent lives.

Can you show your presence?

Does it make you feel strong?

Is robber-like plunder the justice that you keep shouting every day?

The more Qiao Lin thought about it, the angrier he became, he wished he could arrest the president of the United States immediately, beat him up in front of the people of the whole world, and beat him until he had teeth all over the floor to relieve his anger.

"American devil, I hate your grandma!"

It is obviously unrealistic to hit the president, but it can still be done with a curse.

The advancing team was taken aback by Jolin's sudden swearing.

Maybe everyone feels the same way.

With Qiao Lin taking the lead, the soldiers all turned on the talk mode.

All of a sudden, eighteen generations of ancestors of the president of the United States and the imperialists were revealed, and the voices of cursing were endless.

"Hey! What is this for? Have you forgotten the three major disciplines and eight precautions?"

Even after years of fighting on the battlefield, Wu Qianli, who was used to swearing, couldn't stand it anymore.