march to victory

In the current words - luck is also a kind of strength!

Who can guarantee that on the battlefield, those who run fast must be safe?

No, now I use real examples to prove this point.

The big man was carrying a small steel cannon alone, and his speed was a little faster than the speed of the other two carrying a small steel cannon together.Moreover, judging from the explosion point of the nearest small steel cannon shell, if it is a straight line at three points, the two people behind are basically in a straight line with the big man in front. The figure of the big man in front will appear.

Ordinarily, with such a small probability, after the shell exploded, the chance of the shrapnel hitting the big man in front was almost zero.

But God seemed to have seen it right, and actually let it happen with a small chance of almost zero.

In the explosion of "Boom", two pieces of shrapnel shot at the big man like lightning, and miraculously, they both passed close to the two artillerymen carrying small steel cannons together, and even one of the shrapnels scratched a artilleryman sleeves.

A piece of shrapnel about three centimeters long and one centimeter wide hit the small steel cannon carried by the big man on his shoulder. With a crisp sound of "dang", a small spark was created, and then it was bounced to nowhere up.

The other piece was smaller, about two centimeters long and half a centimeter wide, and it hit the right arm of the big man carrying the small steel cannon.

The big man snorted and fell forward to the ground.

The two artillerymen at the back saw it, ran over quickly, put down the small steel cannon, and asked about the big man.

"I was bitten by a mosquito, it's fine."

Don't look at the lightness of the big man, but he was sweating profusely, and he didn't know whether it was caused by the rapid running just now or the pain now.

The two artillerymen didn't know where the big man was hurt, and they were looking at the big man with their eyes.The big man sat up and touched the wound on his right arm with his left hand.

The shrapnel was inserted so deep that there was almost only a small sharp puncture the size of a grain of rice left outside.As soon as the big man touched the exposed sharp shrapnel, he gasped in pain and grinned. The two artillerymen who were watching immediately grabbed his right arm for inspection.

"Can't pull it out!" Seeing that one of the two comrades was holding tightly to both ends of the wound on his right arm, while the other was about to lower his head, obviously wanting to pull out the shrapnel with his mouth, the big man hurriedly stopped them: "At least not now."

Seeing the two of them turned their heads to look at the same time, the big man smiled, the ridiculousness was uglier than crying.

"I reckon that the shrapnel is inserted very deep. At this moment, there is no medicine, no disinfectant, and no hemostasis. If you pull it out, you will definitely bleed profusely. On the contrary, if you don't pull it out, it will still make me bleed." If you bleed a little less, you can still keep my arm." Then, the big man stood up, and said with a smile: "Anyway, if we artillerymen don't fight, we will be like the enemy. It doesn't matter if we have one more arm or one less, as long as we have strength." It's still fine..."

As he said that, he bent down and stretched out his left hand to hug the small steel cannon, muttering in his mouth: "Fortunately, I still have the strength, and my two legs are fine, so I can still carry the small steel cannon... Sigh~!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help taking a breath.

Because he had just grasped the small steel cannon with his left hand, he tried hard to carry the small steel cannon on his left shoulder. As a result, this force pulled the wound, and he couldn't help snorting in pain.

Then, he turned back and glared at the two comrades-in-arms: "I said, what are you two doing standing there? Do you want to wait to eat the shells? You are blind, why don't you come over and help me put this little steel cannon up. Hurry up, platoon leader Waiting ahead."

The two artillerymen were moved by his arrogance, and also a little confused by his explanation. They were thinking about his words, so they stood there for a while.

Hearing what he said, he ran up quickly, and while lifting the puzzled little steel cannon to the big man's left shoulder, he asked, "Are you okay? Or, we two can carry one door alone."

"Get out!" The big man grabbed the small steel cannon with all his strength, and cursed: "I can beat you both to death with one hand, and carrying a small steel cannon is a thing? Get out!"

Then, regardless of the two of them, he walked forward quickly with the small steel cannon on his shoulders.However, his speed was much slower, and he was panting heavily from time to time.Obviously, the wound on his right arm was deep and painful, which prevented him from being as flexible as before.

And after the two artillerymen picked up the small steel cannon, they did not surpass the big man, but walked almost shoulder to shoulder with him.His eyes glanced at the big man from time to time.Obviously, the two artillerymen were worried about the big man and were ready to help at any time.

After running for thirty meters, seeing the platoon leader squatting on the edge of a bush in front of him, the big man turned his head and whispered threats to the two comrades: "I warn you two, when you see the platoon leader later, don't say anything about me. Injury, otherwise, I will deal with you two later. Do you know?"

Neither answered.

However, at this time the platoon leader also saw them and stood up, and the big man had no chance to make sure.

"Why so slow? Didn't you have enough to eat?" The platoon leader complained while tying up the big man and putting down the small steel cannon.

The big man glared at the two of them first, and seeing that they both turned their heads away, he smiled contentedly at the platoon leader: "Platoon leader, this road is a bit difficult to run, so slow down. Not next time. Hey! Hey!"

"Okay, let's not say more, set up the small steel cannon, this time, we must do a few more hard shots."

Soon, everyone set up the small steel cannon.But this time, with enough time, the platoon leader did a relatively long test and adjustment time, and even asked the big man's judgment. It can be said that this time, the platoon leader has great expectations... But, it is exactly Because of this overemphasis and energy on hitting, he didn't notice that when asking the big man, the big man stretched out his left thumb to judge the distance, instead of using the right thumb that everyone used to habitually.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two shells ejected from the muzzle, and with the sound of "咻~!咻~!", they shot towards the opposite side.

Having expectations does not necessarily mean success. On the contrary, in many cases, the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

Because there were only eight shells left, the platoon leader did not quickly fire the second shell this time, but kept staring at the opposite side with a telescope.

"Boom! Boom!"

The two flames flashed almost at the same time, and at the moment when the flames flashed, the platoon leader did not see the human body being blown away, nor did he see more shells being detonated. This made the four platoon leaders understand that the two small steel cannons Missed.

This was the longest and most sufficient shelling that I had prepared for, but it missed.This made the platoon leader a little annoyed.

"Let's go! Transfer with me again." Saying that, the platoon leader picked up the ammunition box and took the lead to run... It's really not that the platoon leader puts on airs, thinking that he can do light work just because he is a platoon leader.In fact, on the contrary, the platoon leader is always rushing to do the hardest and most tiring work on weekdays.This is not only reflected in the platoon leader. In the Eighth Route Army, almost all the officers will not put on airs. They will share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers and work together. There will never be the old warlords. The true meaning and importance of the word 'equality'.

The reason why the platoon leader only chooses to carry the ammunition box is mainly because the platoon leader, as an observer, debugger, and gunner, not only needs to concentrate on observation and judgment, but also must maintain physical strength and maintain his own flexibility and vigilance.Therefore, the real approach should be for him to be empty-handed, save his strength and energy, and deal with the shelling below.But now he took the initiative to carry the ammunition box and helped to share part of it, which was considered an effort.

The big man also wanted to carry another small steel cannon, but in the end, another comrade in arms carried it on his shoulder. He grinned at the big man and walked away quickly.

"you……"

He uttered a word, but he couldn't say anything after that.

Instead, the soldier behind him picked up the second small steel cannon, smiled and whispered to the big man, "The wounded should have the awareness and treatment of the wounded, hey! Hey!"

Seeing the three of them carrying their belongings away, the big man was blank for a full second, then cursed, "They're all a bunch of bastards!" Then, he scratched the back of his head with his left hand, pouted, and followed quickly It's just that there was some emotion in his eyes. ...Although everyone didn't say it out loud, they helped him with practical actions, which made him feel the friendship of comrades-in-arms.

However, what the big man didn't know was that this was what the two comrades had discussed a long time ago: one deliberately held the big man behind, while the other ran faster and reported the situation to the platoon leader.

"Platoon leader, the big man is injured..."

"Injured?" The platoon leader stopped, looked back, and continued walking, asking, "Where is the injury? Is it serious?"

"I hurt my right arm. The shrapnel was inserted a little deep. The big man refused to let us pull it out. He said that pulling it out at this time would only cause bad things."

The platoon leader nodded and said nothing.Because he understands that the big man is an old gunner, and he participated in the artillery training with him, but his brain is a bit out of order, so now he is just a deputy squad leader.You know, those who survived the same period are now the backbone of the artillery company of the assault regiment, and at least they are the squad leader. Only the big man is the deputy squad leader. In today's terms, he is the worst one.

However, the long-term combat career made the big man know how to deal with various wounds, so the platoon leader chose to believe the big man's own suggestion... In fact, at this time, there is no way to not believe it.Nothing, so what?

"By the way, platoon leader, the big man wants to save face, let us not tell you about this, look..."

"Well! I know. Now, the three of us should work harder, pretending not to know, and continue to take the initiative to carry the two small steel cannons and the shell boxes. Just don't let the big man carry them. In this way, he can also get rest."

"it is good!"

Afterwards, several people advanced more than 30 meters to the edge of the other side of the undergrowth. Here, it is not only conducive to concealment, but also will not let the branches block the flight path shot out by the shells in advance.

After setting up the small steel cannon, the platoon leader looked at the opposite side again, judging...more cautious than last time, and more cautious than last time.

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