The heavens start from Changjin Lake

It rained all night last night, and Zenda in the morning was shrouded in a hazy halo.

Today is the day for the rout soldiers to go to Burma. The rout soldiers got up early. When the team was assembled, Ah Yi quietly returned to the rout soldiers, quietly like a ghost.

Meng Fanle glanced at A Yi listlessly, was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at A Yi, A Yi was very shyly looked at by Meng Fanle, who hung a few small medals on his chest, Meng Fanle Annoyed and very surprised, he asked, "What are these things?"

Meng Fanle's voice was a little loud in the early morning, as if a loudspeaker had been installed, attracting the attention of other rout soldiers.

Ayi said in a low voice and humility as much as possible: "Second-class academic medals are awarded to those who have the best academic performance, second-class Guanghua medals are awarded for academic skills, and military officer training regiment commemorative medals are given to those who participate in the training regiment. "

When Meng Fan was sincerely introduced by Ah Yi, she had already started to hold back her laughter, and Kang Ya simply laughed out loud: "Examination? Hahahaha!"

Meng Fanle teased, "Ji Xue?"

Kang Ya continued to ask: "Is this the thing that you will get if you get an A in the exam?"

"No, I have to." Ah Yi opened his mouth and looked at the laughing soldiers. No matter how dull he was, he knew what they meant. The hanging medal gave him such a dazzling feeling for the first time.

After getting dressed, Xia Yuan came out, looked at the happy cannon fodder, and asked, "What is so happy?"

Kang Ya said: "Leader, look at Chief Ayi's medal."

He pushed Ah Yi, and couldn't help laughing and said: "Give us an introduction to our team leader."

Xia Yuan came over, Ah Yi repeated what he said just now with some embarrassment, and looked at Xia Yuan with a red face, looking very at a loss.

Xia Yuan smiled and said: "Not bad, it can be seen that Ah Yi worked very hard in the officer training regiment, but these things are just the grades you got in school. The battlefield is cruel. If you have done something on the battlefield, you can't rely on these medals, you have to work harder."

Ah Yi looked a little excited, and respected the standard military salute: "Yes! I will definitely work harder!"

Xia Yuan patted him on the shoulder, looked at the rout soldiers, and said, "Eat immediately, pack up, and get ready to go."

He shouted again: "Milong, where's the driver?"

Milong ran over, "Leader, don't worry, each person gave a can, promise to be obedient."

"Didn't do it?"

"That's impossible, it's all according to your explanation."

Only then did Xia Yuan nod his head. Mi Long has a bad temper. Ever since he beat him up, Mi Long seems to have realized that his temper is not as bad as before, and he can get along well with the rout soldiers. He is like a Siberian tiger whose sharp teeth have been pulled out, the rout soldiers are no longer afraid of Milong, Yang Danzi still follows Milong as always, Li Wula is still taciturn, but the relationship with Milong has eased Not a lot.

As for everyone else, as always.

The broken soldiers who had had breakfast assembled in the yard, each with their heads held high and their faces solemn.

Xia Yuan asked Li Wula and Mi Longhui to take out the few bullets and divide them equally, and a soldier could only get four bullets.

"There are relatively few bullets. When you are on the battlefield, follow my command. No one is allowed to shoot indiscriminately. Do you understand!"

"I understand!"

The broken soldiers shouted with their loudest voice.

Four bullets, something is better than nothing.

Xia Yuan nodded to Mi Long, and Mi Long went outside and shouted: "Come here!"

Three troop carriers stopped at the entrance of the dilapidated storage station. The head of the storage station quietly watched the group of rout soldiers board the vehicle. Seeing Xia Yuan looking at him, he quickly turned his eyes away and turned back to the room of the storage station. shut the door.

Xia Yuan smiled, and ignored the station master, the two of them did not interfere with each other, and his arrival did not affect each other, and the other party was still living a life of drunken dreams.

"Not spicy, you son of a bitch, get in the car."

Yao Ma pumped his non-spicy ass and pushed him in.

Bu La touched his butt, and felt numb: "You bastard, who told you to slap my ass."

Kang Ya urged: "Hurry up and get in the car."

When Snake got on the car, Xia Yuan stopped him: "I went to fight, and I still brought this kitchen knife."

Meng on the side was annoyed and said: "Leader, just let him stay, he is going to take a kitchen knife into the ground."

Snake's buttocks stared at Meng annoyed, and grinned at Xia Yuan: "Head, this is something we eat, we can't throw it away."

Xia Yuan waved his hand.

Milong ran over and said, "Captain, you sit in the front, the seat in the front is comfortable."

"You go and sit down, I'll just sit here."

"How can this work?"

"Why not."

Xia Yuan got into the car in twos and twos, huddled with the rout soldiers, Milong saw this, pushed Yangdanzi to let him get on the car, and followed closely behind.

Meng annoyed: "Milong, why don't you sit in front?"

Milong glared at him: "What are you doing, sitting where is not sitting."

The broken soldiers laughed.

The car bumped and drove in the direction of the transport plane airport. After talking with Yu Xiaoqing last night, Yu Xiaoqing had made arrangements for them and greeted the airport. After Xia Yuan passed, there would be a special person in charge to arrange.

In the car, the broken soldiers were sitting on the ground with their guns in their hands, chatting with different accents.

On Meng Fanle's lap was a kitchen knife resting on the bottom of a snake, and a piece of yellowed and torn paper was placed on top of it. With his other hand, he held a broken pen and wrote on it, "If a child wants to be loyal, it is difficult to be filial. This battle is uncertain, and there are many dangers, but when a child misses his father's kindness, he will be sad."

Xia Yuan looked at Meng annoyed, "What about writing a suicide note?"

Meng was annoyed and said 'hmm' without raising his head.

Xia Yuan looked at Meng Fan's handwriting, and it was neat.

Veterinarian Hao sat on the other side and chattered: "I said it's annoying, is it suitable for you? Left a suicide note and right a suicide note at home, if I were your father, I would be scared out of my mind."

Meng got annoyed and continued writing without looking up: "He is not you, you are not my father, and I am not your son."

Veterinarian Hao: "That can't be written every day."

Bula said aside: "Veterinarian Hao, just ask him to write. If he writes too much, if he doesn't think about it, he won't write."

Xia Yuan looked at the world outside the car, and said: "The beacon fire lasts for three months, and the family letter is worth ten thousand gold. It doesn't matter if you write or write. This way, you have a sustenance in your heart. Someday you really can't go back, and you won't have to worry about it." Let the parents and folks at home worry about it."

The defeated soldiers thought for a while and said one after another:

"It's annoying, you can write one for me, just say that I went to war, and I might not be able to go back."

"Me, I'll write one too."

Meng Fan looked at the crumpled paper in his hand, and said, "I only have one."

The rout soldiers just gave up. In fact, many of them didn’t know who to write this letter to. Maybe it was just a sustenance. Many relatives of these rout soldiers died at the hands of the Japanese devils, and their hometowns fell into war. , some have fallen and become enemy-occupied areas.

The broken soldiers got up in a mess again, Milong yawned loudly, Yangdanzi and Li Wula sat together, they quarreled with each other for wanting Ma and not spicy, Kang Ya clasped his fingers, Ah Yi looked at the car He didn't know what he was thinking. The snake who got up early to cook was sleeping soundly. Veterinarian Hao was wearing a sack.

There are all kinds of life, no military discipline.

This is what this group of rout soldiers looked like when they went out to fight. Xia Yuan is not a qualified officer, and he doesn't have so many demands on this group of rout soldiers, but an army with strict military discipline can often make soldiers sacrifice less and more people. Even Xia Yuan knows this well, only by letting them go to the battlefield can they really change them.

After bumping for almost an hour, Xia Yuan woke up the people who were in a daze, and appointed some of them officers.

Ah Yi became the battalion commander, Meng Faner was the messenger, Li Wula and Kang Ya were the platoon leaders, Veterinarian Hao was appointed as the second lieutenant medical officer, Milong was the machine gunner, Douban was the deputy machine gunner, he wanted hemp, non-spicy and snake butt It's the fire platoon, the strike team.

It was foggy today, and the thick fog blocked the scenery more than ten meters away, and it was a white world from a distance.

The car moved forward in the fog, and the originally bumpy road surface began to become stable. At this moment, there was a loud engine sound from the thick fog, and the fog hit by the propeller flew up.

The coughing bean cake yelled in horror: "Japanese devils! Japanese devils!"

He was about to stand up and jump off the car, but Xia Yuan held him down, "This is not a Japanese devil!"

The car stopped slowly, and the rout soldiers saw the shadow of a giant in the fog. The engine was spinning to warm up, and the rotating engine pushed the fog away, blowing it towards the troop carrier the rout soldiers were riding on.

Yao Ma slapped Douban on the head, "Gua Wazi, call the Japanese devil when you see the plane! Look, is this the Japanese devil?"

Kang Ya shouted excitedly: "Our plane! The fighter jet that hit the Japanese plane, da da da da! Look, such a big cannon! Have you seen it?"

Ah Yi caught a glimpse of the Peugeot on the plane, and said with some hesitation: "It's the plane of an American ally."

Xia Yuan looked at the big guy whom Kang Ya said was a fighter jet. The gun Kang Ya spoke of was a propeller engine, and the logo of the American Air Force was clearly visible. Thank you allies of the American Dream."

He silently added another sentence in his heart, "Thank them now, there is no eternal possession, only eternal benefits."

Milong was so excited that he ran around the plane: "Such a big guy, do we want to go up? Damn, it's the first time to fly on a plane, and we just sit on this thing and fly in the sky? How can we catch it all at once? There is no place for it, where is the butt?"

Looking at Milong's posture, he probably thought they were going to sit on the wings of this plane.

The excitement of the defeated soldiers hadn't dissipated yet, and an officer who seemed to be in charge of the ground crew ran over: "Take off, take off all your clothes! What kind of gun is this? Throw it away."

"Is this for new clothes?"

"That's still a question. It must be. I guess there are new guns."

"Captain, can we take it off?"

Ruined soldiers, you say, I say, Xia Yuan stepped forward, took out something from his pocket and gave it to the officer, and then took out his ID card to show him, the ground officer was stunned for a moment, with a face on his face. Immediately filled with smiles: "It turned out to be Head Xia. Head Yu told me that you must take good care of you when you come. You don't need to take it off. You can take it off when you get to the place."

Meng Fan came over and handed out the suicide note written on the car: "Sir, sir, can you send me a letter."

Perhaps because of Xia Yuan, the ground officer's attitude improved a lot, "What letter?"

Meng Anfan handed the letter to the officer, "The suicide note, the address is written on the back."

The ground service officer glanced at Meng Fan, then at Xia Yuan, and said, "This is to win a battle, what suicide note should I send?"

Meng Fan smiled, "Sacrifices are unavoidable in war. If you can't come back, don't let your family worry about you."

The ground officer probably took Xia Yuan's face into consideration, so he put the letter away and put it in his trousers, let a few soldiers come over, gave each of them a vomit bag, and then asked the soldiers to open the hatch of the transport plane, Below is a simple gangway built with a wooden frame.

The ground officer said: "Commander Xia, you can start now."

Xia Yuan recalled the plot in the original book, let the familiar routs board the first plane first, the first plane will be shot down by the Japanese army, the risk factor is higher, the second plane will land smoothly at the airport, but Surrounded by the Japanese army, he said to the ground officer: "Just go up so many first, and the rest of the people sit down."

The ground officer didn't know what Xia Yuan meant by such an arrangement, so he nodded.

Xia Yuan also sat on the first plane, and several familiar protagonists sat on the plane. In the original book, Li Wula, who will die, is difficult to separate. Xia Yuan also let them board the first plane, thinking Try to change their fate in this way.

After Xia Yuan finally boarded the plane, the ground crew officer withdrew the gangway and closed the cabin, and the rest of the people were led away from the plane by the ground crew officer until they were engulfed in thick fog and could not be seen.

The inside of the plane was cold, with few portholes. It had already removed all kinds of cabin equipment including the seats, making the rout soldiers huddled together, as if they were sitting in a cold can.

A U.S. military pilot glanced at the defeated soldiers from the partition of the cockpit, then turned to look at the ground crew, and cursed: "Fuck, this is the cargo they are talking about, and they let us transport people in such weather!"

The engine had already warmed up, and the roar in the cargo hold sounded especially loud, and they couldn't hear the ground crew's explanation at all.

While busy taking off, the pilot complained, "Where's my escort? Am I flying a Japanese transport plane? All the fighter planes flying in the sky are Japanese devils! Where's the Flying Tigers?"

Meng Fanle was sweating, he could understand what the American pilot said, Meng Fanle turned his head to look at Xia Yuan, seeing Xia Yuan squinting his eyes, he didn't seem to care, so he didn't say anything.

Ah Yi, who was very close, asked, "What is he talking about?"

Meng Fanlai lied to him: "He said that it will be there in a blink of an eye."

The pilot smashed his cockpit and continued to curse: "The landing gear is not repaired. What is more damning than the landing gear is the Chinese fog. What is more damning than the fog is the American landing gear!"

Meng was annoyed with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, wondering if he could really reach Myanmar safely like this?