War Military: From 1978

Chapter 145 The situation of the reconnaissance platoon, goodbye Lao Wang!

"Platoon leader, don't blame yourself. No one among you comrades blames you. This is our fate. As soldiers, we completed our mission. Even though we died on the battlefield, we have no regrets."

In a temporary trench built somewhere by the regiment, Chu An was sitting quietly inside, leaning against the earth wall, staring at the sky with red eyes.

Who says men don't shed tears easily? It's just that they haven't reached the point of being heartbroken yet.

The regiment headquarters is now urgently arranging combat orders, and the scouts who were sent out and the elite squads of each company have also been recalled.

At the moment, among the squad that returned the fastest, two scouts came back together.

And because they have to come back.

Chu An knew his situation in the previous battle.

Eleven people were killed in the battle, seven were seriously injured, and the others had more or less minor injuries, but they did not go to the field hospital. They just continued to fight after being bandaged by the regiment's medical team.

There are only more than thirty people in the reconnaissance platoon!
This time, more than half of them were injured.

Among them, two of the four squad leaders were killed in battle, and three of the four squad deputies were killed in battle.

Moreover, the acting platoon leader Fan Yunpeng died in this battle without even having his credentials changed.

These are all comrades who have gone through life and training together day and night.

At this moment, the faces of young comrades appeared in front of Chu An one after another.

In my memory, they all smiled brightly.

"Platoon Leader! Hey, let me secretly show you the girl I like!"

"Platoon leader, when the battle is over, won't we all be heroes? Then, with my heroic status, I'll be so popular when I go home for blind dates that I'm sure everyone will come knocking on my door!"

"Platoon Leader, let me tell you, my family's winemaking skills are passed down from generation to generation. Although I haven't learned much, the wine my father brews is delicious. When I have the chance to go home to visit my family, I will definitely bring some to you!"

"Ah~ Platoon Leader, stop kicking me. I need to catch my breath. Once I catch my breath, I'll keep running!"

The past scenes replayed themselves one after another, and Chu An was silently in tears.

On the side, the two scouts were also feeling uncomfortable. Seeing Chu An like this, their eyes also turned red.

In fact, they did cry before. The night before yesterday after the battle, they cried louder than anyone else while holding the bodies of their fallen comrades.

But this is a battlefield after all, and they don't have much time to indulge in grief, including Chu An and other soldiers on guard duty nearby.

On the battlefield, even today, no one feels relieved.

After fighting all the way, especially after the tough battle on the other side of the creek ahead, almost everyone has their close comrades from the past whose souls have been left forever in this foreign country.

But what can everyone say?
The war is still going on, and they can only hide their grief for the sacrifice of their comrades in their hearts, and then wait for the next battle to vent their hatred for the enemy with the guns in their hands.

"You guys go first, I'll be quiet!" Chu An wiped away his tears and waved his hand.

In today's battle, the reconnaissance platoon was dispersed and they continued to be assigned to various companies.

There were also two people from the fourth company that Chu An was leading, but they had not returned yet.

"Okay! Platoon Leader, don't be too sad, we're leaving first!"

"Yes, Platoon Leader, on the battlefield, we must avenge our enemies and complain to our enemies!"

The two of them really didn't have much time to spend with Chu An. Each company was now urgently arranging combat plans, and the reconnaissance soldiers assigned to each company also had heavy responsibilities.

Soon, the two left. Chu An silently lit three cigarettes and placed them in front of him, then lit a cigarette for himself.

After finishing a cigarette, he slowly got up.

The war is still going on, and hatred cannot be vented by crying.

Looking to the south, Chu An clenched his fists and strode towards a small hill to the north.

The fourth company is over there, and he has to go there to gather.

"Is the news confirmed?"

The commander of the 1st Division received a telegram from his superiors when the C Regiment was urgently preparing for battle!
At this moment, the commander of the first division looked very seriously at the commissioner who came with the telegram.

The Zhengwei nodded: "It should be correct, this is the information intercepted by the superiors!"

Immediately, the division commander paced back and forth in the fortifications, fists clenched: "But we don't have the troops to send over there right now!"

"Yes! The superiors asked us to send a battalion or arrange a reconnaissance platoon to lead a company, but now we don't have enough troops!" "How about sending the reconnaissance platoon of Regiment C?

Their reconnaissance platoon is still very powerful. Although its organization is now damaged, the route from the rear to Tong L has been opened, and the reinforcements have also arrived.

"Why don't we select some retired scouts to supplement their platoon, and then transfer one of our companies to send them over?" At this time, a cadre from the division headquarters suggested.

But the commander rejected his words immediately after hearing them: "No!"

He glared over and said, "Regiment C can't move now, not even a single soldier!"

After a pause, the division commander spoke again: "The Third Regiment is still hungry. This time, the C Regiment's mission is crucial. We must not transfer troops from them!"

The Commissioner nodded and said, "If everything goes well for Regiment C, we can transfer their reconnaissance platoon later if there's still time, but not now!"

After a pause, the Commissioner spoke again, "How about this? We'll first dispatch a company from here and tell our superiors that we really don't have any more manpower for the time being. Once the Third Regiment's supplies are delivered, we'll send back a battalion from the C Regiment and bring their reconnaissance platoon!"

"Okay, let's do this!" The commander nodded.

At this moment, Chu An, who had just arrived at the temporary base of the Fourth Company, felt his eyelid twitch.

But after rubbing my eyes, my eyelids stopped twitching.

However, at this moment, Chu An stopped.

Because someone was coming towards us.

The old squad leader whom I haven’t seen for a long time.

"Monitor!"

Chu An, still feeling heavy inside, forced a smile.

Wang Qinghe also revealed a similar smile: "Just now the company commander told me to wait here, I thought he was waiting for something? Turns out it's you!"

Wang Qinghe walked closer and looked into Chu An's eyes. Then he looked at Chu An's whole body and asked, "What's wrong? Did you just cry?"

He didn't know that Chu An had gone to the field hospital before.

"No, I'm glad to see the squad leader.

Squad leader, smoke!

Chu An calmed down and reached into his pocket to take out a pack of Da Zhongjiu.

"Well, you are worthy of being a cadre, and you have made it to the top!" Old Wang took the cigarette handed to him by Chu An without any hesitation and stuffed it into Chu An's mouth.

Then, he took away most of the pack of cigarettes in Chu An's hand.

He naturally didn't believe Chu An's nonsense, but since Chu An didn't want to say it, he didn't force him.

He understood the jealousy on the battlefield, so he deliberately changed the subject.

"Haha, squad leader, if you like it, I'll get you two more packs later!" After seeing Lao Wang again, Chu An's emotions did ease a lot.

This person is his first official squad leader since joining the army.

"I won't be polite with you!" Old Wang put the cigarette in his pocket, walked forward with a smile and touched Chu An's shoulder!

Suddenly, the corner of Chu An's mouth twitched.

"Huh? Are you injured?" Old Wang quickly let go of Chu An.

He just happened to press on the wound on Chu An's left hand.

"It's okay, just a flesh wound, I just happened to press it!" Chu An took out a match with a smile. Lao Wang frowned and said after confirming that Chu An was really fine: "Okay, don't be so stubborn, kid. If you are really seriously injured, you should stay!"

"Well, squad leader, have a cigarette!" Chu An handed over the match.

Immediately, Lao Wang reached into his other pocket and took out a pack of his own Chuncheng cigarettes. He put one in his mouth and asked Chu An to help him light it.

After blowing out a puff of smoke, Lao Wang looked at Chu An with a relieved look and said with a smile: "You really made me proud, look, you have become a cadre.

Come on, follow me to my class. I'll introduce you to the little bastards in my class and let them see the soldier king I brought out!"

"Haha~"

Chu An felt a little helpless as he held the cigarette in his mouth, but now that he was being dragged away by Lao Wang, it seemed that he had no choice but to go.

(End of this chapter)