march to victory

Mission first!

Every minute and every second may determine the life and death of more comrades in arms.

But now, it has been delayed for a long time, and the sacrificed Xiaohuang can't be buried in the ground for the time being, so he can only be temporarily placed on the side of the road and covered with weeds.After this battle is over, everyone will come and let Xiao Huang go to the ground to rest in peace.

Everyone understands this point.Therefore, the captain just gathered everyone together, silently paid a military salute to Xiao Huang's body, and then said "Whoever wants to survive must let Xiao Huang go to the ground for peace" and led the team away without looking back.

Everyone continued to carry out the task without saying anything, but remembered the words of the captain in their hearts, and remembered the details of getting along with Xiao Huang... This is a soldier, and the cruel war makes it impossible for many soldiers to be the first. Time is safe in the ground, that's the only way to go - horse leather shroud, the highest honor for soldiers!

We advanced another 100 meters, and seeing that we were getting closer and closer to the camp of the little devils, everyone's psychological pressure was also increasing, and the atmosphere became more and more tense.

Finally, the captain asked people to pass on the message one by one.

"Now is the critical moment. Whether we can complete the task depends on whether we can send the artillery comrades forward, and then whether we can hold on for 10 minutes... So, next, no matter what we encounter, everyone is not allowed to stay. Remember Live: Go forward and defend with all your might!"

Although I have heard this before departure, but now facing the camp of little devils that is getting closer and closer, everyone still has the idea of ​​sacrificing their lives for the country... At this time, they are either extremely afraid of death, Or they are not afraid of death.Obviously, these carefully selected elites understood the significance of this special operations team at the beginning of their selection. On the other hand, they are also death squads.Now that you have chosen to join voluntarily, you are already ready to die for your country, there is nothing to think about, just fight!

Even if they don't care about being exposed at this time, they just go straight to the little devil's camp along the trail, just want to get closer to the little devil's camp as quickly as possible, and then complete the task assigned to them by their superiors, so That's all.

To advance silently, to make up your mind silently, to resign yourself to death without a sound—warrior!

"Comrades, rush up to the small hill in front, and you will reach our designated shelling position. Work harder."

Everyone's morale is stronger, but they are also more silent, but in this silence, there is a firm will to fight in each soldier's heart, and the blood quickly fills the whole body-this kind of will is called: death as home!Mission is bigger than life!

When we came to the foot of the mountain and looked at the 60-meter-high hillside, everyone was more or less relieved: they could get here, and they were more confident in completing the task.

The captain ordered in a deep voice: "The second team goes 50 meters to the left, the third team goes 50 meters to the right, the first team and the artillery are in the center with me. Come on!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

As soon as the captain finished speaking, there was a sudden burst of gunfire on the hillside.

Two players died on the spot and three more were injured, including the captain.

"team leader!"

A soldier on the captain's right rushed over with a loud cry, obviously trying to use his body to block the bullet for the captain.

Unexpectedly, he was pushed away by the captain.

Then, the captain glanced at his left arm, and saw that the left arm was grazed by bullets, leaving a wound. Although it was not a serious problem, the blood was flowing, giving the impression that the injury was quite serious.

The captain covered the wound with his hand, then looked at the blood donation on his right hand, and shouted disdainfully: "Isn't it just scratched by a bullet? There's nothing to make a fuss about. Since everyone chose to join the commando team, they didn't think about it." I want to go back alive. Since you don't even care about this life, do you still care about this little injury?"

Then, he just stood there and shouted loudly: "There are only a few little devils patrolling above, don't worry about them. The second team and the third team will immediately execute the order, and the rest will attract the little devils' fire on the spot with me. "

Perhaps, some people will think: the little devils have started shooting at you, why are you standing here stupidly?Hurry up and hide!The person who said this, I'm sure he has not experienced the test of life and death.When a person is angry or highly focused, except for the thing in his mind, he is basically blank about everything else.It's like the scenes you often see in film and television works: the enemy is charging and shooting, and the bullets are dense like rain. But in the defensive side, some people are shooting, but suddenly they pick up their light machine guns and stand. Get up and shoot at the enemy.Didn't he know that it was much safer to strafe the enemy in the trenches?In fact, at this time, apart from killing the enemy, he had no other thoughts in his mind, including his own safety.

The people who can be selected into the special operations team are all veterans with rich battlefield experience. As soon as they heard the captain's words, they understood what the captain meant: a small team and others stayed here to attract the enemy's firepower, and it was also to protect the safety of their two teams.After these two go up the left and right sides of the hill respectively, and then attack the middle of the hill at the same time, they can completely form a three-sided attack on the little devil on the top of the hill, and the little devil will be defeated without attacking.It can even be said that as long as the three-sided attack is completed, at that time, the little devils will not be able to run even if they want to... The key is, as the captain said, there are only seven or eight little devils on the top of the mountain. With the attack of ten experienced veterans, the little devils on the top of the mountain not only can't take advantage of individual soldiers, but their numbers are many times smaller. Once they face a three-sided attack, they will be dead!

What's interesting is that the three wounded caused by the attack by the little devils all belonged to a small team.

They all joined the Death Squad, so everyone refused to be accompanied by medical soldiers, and they were all combatants——I just plan to complete the task without this life, so what's the point of being injured?Fortunately, the regiment provided everyone with a crude first aid kit—it was called a first aid kit, but it was actually a piece of gauze, a ball of cotton, and a ball of ground herbs wrapped in two layers of kraft paper, mainly for stopping bleeding.

Now, everyone can only do a simple bandage... Fortunately, the artillery comrades knew that they couldn't help much at this time, but a simple bandage was still possible, so they hurried forward to help and bandage the three wounded.

Seeing the second team and the third team going away without stopping to carry out the order, the captain was not in a hurry: told the soldiers not to worry, but to fight calmly. Anyway, everyone's task now is to attract the little devil's firepower, hold the opponent, and wait Just complete the three-sided attack.

Then, the captain, together with the other two wounded, was pulled by the artillery to a broken ridge more than two meters high at the bottom of the hillside.

He unbuttoned his jacket, took off his left sleeve, and left his left arm bare. He didn't even look at the wound, and let the artilleryman who applied the medicine to him torment him.But he carefully looked at the two wounded in front of him.

One wounded man's head was scratched by a bullet, but it was a little bit deep, so there was a lot of blood flow, and there were three people who bandaged him: no way, one took herbal powder to stop the wound from bleeding, and one He was going to wrap it with cotton stained with herbal powder. The other saw that the wounded was bleeding profusely, so he simply took a pack of herbal powder that had just been torn from the kraft paper, and was ready to hand it over at any time.

The other wounded was even more peculiar: the artilleryman who was going to bandage him urged, "Get off soon! I can give you medicine." But the wounded blushed, clutching his waistband tightly with both hands, biting Gritting his teeth, he just doesn't answer, just doesn't move for a while.But his body was lying on the right side.

"Comrade, did you hurt your waist or your butt?" Seeing that the wounded man was only about 20 years old, he was very young. The captain felt that it was normal for this comrade to be shy, but as the captain, he should He cared a lot, cut off the redundant thoughts in his mind, and let him cooperate with the bandage.

The members of the special operations team are all selected from the new regiment and the main regiment to form a temporary team. It is normal for most of them not to know each other.

The wounded man turned even redder, quickly glanced at the captain, bowed his head again, and never answered.

"Captain, if he is injured in the waist? He's only injured in the buttocks." The artillery comrade behind him answered casually and explained with a smile: "But this comrade is very thin-skinned and shyly followed She's like a bitch. I've been persuading him for a long time, but he just doesn't take off his pants, I really don't know why he's so shy?"

Hearing this, the comrades next to him burst into laughter, including the captain who also laughed cheerfully... This is the normal state of war for veterans: the comrades not far away are still shooting at the little devil, but they don't seem to be Seeing the same, everyone sat here talking and laughing happily.However, everyone knows that such veterans are the most powerful veterans.Don't look at their attitude that they have nothing to do with themselves now, but as long as the captain gives an order, it is guaranteed that they will immediately become tigers, and their combat effectiveness is definitely much stronger than that of ordinary soldiers.

"Everyone is a man, and no one has less handles than anyone else. Let's see what's the matter?" An artilleryman next to the wounded soldier lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and put the cigarette into the wounded soldier's mouth. : "Don't worry about what they think, the most important thing is to live a good life...Come on, take a cigarette and cooperate well."

"Xie Erbao, you are so fucking mean!" The wounded soldier who had just stopped his blood and was sitting up, letting the artillerymen bandage him shouted, "You fucking wanted to smoke last time when you were injured, old man! You have the cheek to go to the battalion commander and ask for half a pack of cigarettes for you, and let you smoke all by yourself. Send me one."

"That's right! That's right! It's so unkind."

"Yes! I suggest, divide up the cigarettes in his pocket."

"I agree. And, I suggest not giving him a cigarette this time."

Everyone booed one after another, but Xie Erbao, who was so frightened, hurriedly bowed, and at the same time obediently took out a cigarette, first put a stick on his mouth, and then contributed the cigarette.

Then, Xie Erbao patted the wounded soldier who was unwilling to take off his pants, and said angrily: "Where did you come from so many stinky problems and fuss? Why don't you take off your pants and apply medicine? To protect you, the pack of cigarettes I just received is worthless." I made a contribution. If you still dare not cooperate, I won’t beat you to death.”

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