Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

Due to the need to detour on the way, Qiao Lin temporarily decided to go back to Dayu Cave, and only took the dark blade back, and asked Chen Kai and Deng Weiguo to go to Zhisi first.

Chen Kai and Deng Weiguo felt that it was inappropriate to do so, and proposed to go back to Zhisi to meet the boss before going.

"I want to bury the comrades who died first!"

With Qiao Lin's words, the two army commanders had no reason to object.

"Then we'll wait here, and when you're done, let's go to Zhisi together! Give me a toast to my comrades!"

Chen Kai agreed directly, and even moved a box of wine from Qingchuan City to Qiao Lin's car by himself.

After a few days, it seems like every other year.

Dayu Cave was still the same, but it was a bit depressed. In the huge yard, only ten people from the cooking team were left basking in the sun boredly.

Several trucks drove directly into the courtyard, and before the trucks stopped, the cooking team surrounded them, excitedly welcoming the soldiers home.

In the days without soldiers, they are not even interested in cooking. The original three meals a day have become one meal a day. The days when the troops get along day and night.

"Commander Qiao, you guys are back. If you don't come back, the iron pan in the kitchen will be rusted."

As soon as Qiao Lin got out of the car, Lao Hu, the head of the cooking squad, took his hand and said affectionately.

"Don't dare to talk nonsense, it makes us look like Chen Shimei, and we haven't abandoned you."

Qiao Lin forced a smile and made a joke.

"Hehehe, look at what you said, let's get together and make a good meal for everyone tonight."

Lao Hu was rubbing his hands and stomping his feet excitedly, almost bursting out laughing.

"Tell me what you want to eat, and I'll make it for you."

Lao Hu shouted at the soldiers who jumped out of the car.

The soldiers looked very serious, as if they had no intention of eating or drinking.

The team assembled, and Lao Hu's expression changed: "Why are you the only ones? What about Xiao Liu? What about Xiao Li, why didn't you see them, didn't you come back with you?"

"They're all back, Squad Leader Hu, let's cook some dishes and bid farewell to the soldiers."

Qiao Lin patted Lao Hu on the shoulder and walked towards the only truck that was not moving.

Opening the compartment baffle, the bodies were carried down one by one.

A total of 50 people were lying on the ground, covered with white cloth.

"What did you do? How could it be like this? You are so powerful, who can hurt you?"

When Lao Hu ran over, the flesh on his fat face began to twitch, and he spoke in a crying voice.

He was about the same age as Lei Gong, and he always regarded the soldiers as children. Every time he had a meal, he liked to tease the soldiers. The soldiers called him Hu Da Mantou because the steamed buns he made were big and delicious.

Who likes to ask for an extra steamed bun, who likes more soup with rice, who likes spicy food, who likes to eat salty...

He knows every soldier's taste and appetite clearly. Every time a meal is served, the cafeteria is full of excitement. He also likes this atmosphere very much, as if he is taking care of more than 100 children.

But now, with fifty children missing all of a sudden, his heart felt empty and painful.

"What's going on here? Woohoo..."

Lao Hu squatted on the ground and began to cry. He had never been on the battlefield since he joined the army, and he had never even touched a gun. On the first day he entered the barracks, he swung an iron spoon with the cooking squad leader.

He doesn't have much ambition, and he has never seen a bloody battlefield. He is just an ordinary cooking squad leader.

But he also has a comrade-in-arms, sincere, pure, no less than others.

Lao Hu's cry infected everyone present, and everyone secretly wiped away their tears. The comrades-in-arms who had been together day and night were gone, and they would never see each other again, and no one felt good.

"Squad Leader Hu, don't cry, go get some dishes, they... just like to eat your dishes... cook them another meal."

Qiao Lin helped Lao Hu and wiped away his tears.

"I'm going right now... I'm going here... Woohoo..."

Lao Hu wiped his tears and ran to the kitchen, lit a fire, prepared dishes, and cooked.

"You guys go get the shovel, you carry the man and follow me."

Qiao Lin rubbed his face vigorously, and led the soldiers to the hill next to the training ground.

The shovel was brought, and the soil was frozen hard. The soldiers dug hard, and pits that were one meter wide and two meters long and two meters deep were dug out.

Five rows, ten in each row, no coffins, no tombstones, the remains of the sacrificed comrades were wrapped in white cloth, put into the pit lightly, and then covered with soil.

Fifty small graves were neatly arranged on the hillside, facing the training ground.

Lao Hu and the soldiers in the cooking class each held a dish in each hand, a total of twenty dishes.

This is the limit of the materials in the kitchen.

Twenty dishes were neatly stacked in a row and placed in front of the grave.

A case of wine, exactly twenty bottles, was placed with the dishes.

The soldiers lined up and stood neatly in front of the grave, and even the cooking team, Yang Zhengkai, and Jin Xihua also lined up and stood aside.

"Hats off, silence!"

Qiao Lin stood at the front of the line, took off his military cap, and lowered his head.

Volume 310 Bright Sword Chapter [-] Nine

"Fire the gun and see off your comrades!"

After the silence, Qiao Lin said again.

The soldiers took off the submachine guns hanging on their chests, the muzzles of the guns shot into the sky, and they pulled the triggers.

Thirty-five shots were fired, and the soldiers put their guns back on their chests again.

"salute!"

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After the ceremony, Qiao Lin took two steps forward, picked up the wine bottle on the ground, and spilled the wine inside on the ground: "Brothers, have a good journey!"

... ...

"What? Are you leaving again?"

After burying the dead comrades, Lao Hu asked Qiao Lin when he heard that the soldiers were about to leave again.

"We still have to go to Shiji."

Jolin explained as he walked.

"It will take several hours to go to Zhisi, eat a meal before leaving! You can't be hungry, you haven't eaten a serious meal these days, you are hungry and thin..."

Lao Hu was like a follower, chattering behind Qiao Lin.

"There are still people waiting for us on the road. We are in a hurry. We will be back in a few days. We will eat when we come back."

Qiao Lin simply stopped and said helplessly.

"Then you guys can come back early and be careful. I'm getting old, and I really can't stand white-haired people sending black-haired people..."

Lao Hu gave a bunch of instructions in a long-winded manner, and then watched the soldiers get in the car and leave.

Because of the funeral, the soldiers were all in a low mood. They all sat in the carriage silently. Unlike before, everyone was joking and joking all the way. Looking at the tarpaulin of the carriage in a daze.

Qiao Lin sat in the front cab, and there was no movement in the rear compartment. He frowned and asked the driver to stop first.

"What are you doing? Huh? Have your mind been eaten by dogs?"

Qiao Lin climbed into the carriage and shouted angrily when he saw the lifeless look inside.

The soldiers drooped their heads, and no one took the initiative to speak.

"A comrade-in-arms sacrificed, are you sad? I am also sad, but can being sad solve the problem? Does it mean that as long as you are sad, no comrade-in-arms will die? Is it that as long as you are sad, we don’t even need to go to the battlefield to be able to solve the problem?" Win the war? Answer me, are you dumb?"

Qiao Lin slapped the guard plate with a slap, and with a "bang", the entire carriage was shocked, so startled that the driver thought something had happened, and hurriedly poked his head through the gap in the barrier cloth to check.

"It's okay, let's drive."

Qiao Lin shook his hand at the driver, signaling him to continue driving.

The truck started slowly, and the carriage began to shake.

Qiao Lin stood there with his hands on the guard and looked at the soldiers.

"It seems that you are really sad, you can't even talk, come, let me see how sad you are, are you so sad that you want to die? It's simple, go back to Dayu Cave now and dig a hole by the grave I buried myself, just to accompany the comrades who died! Who will go?"

After watching for more than ten minutes, still no one said a word, Qiao Lin was annoyed: "Aren't they all very loyal? Aren't they all very emotional? Why can't it be this time? If you don't have that kind of heart, don't give it to me here." Let’s play Shen Shen, let’s see what each of you looks like? Dark Blade’s morale is gone, and if an army has no morale, what’s the use of it, just disband it!”

The soldiers were taken aback by these words, and they all looked at Qiao Lin nervously.

If this word came from someone else, it might be just a joke, but Qiao Lin can really do what he says.

"It seems that you all have no objections, so why go to Zhisi? Stop the car! Get out of here, those who are willing to return to the original army, those who don't want to go back to find a place to cool off, and those who want to die, I won't stop , Get the hell out of here!"

Before the car came to a complete stop, Qiao Lin kicked the fender of the car, pointed to the outside and shouted.

The soldiers immediately realized that the company commander was really angry.

"Company commander, we don't mean that, but I feel a little uncomfortable. It will be fine after a while, don't be angry."

Yu Congrong hurried forward to speak softly.

"After a while? You still have reason, don't you? Hurry up, get out of the car, go for what you should do, go for what you love, a group of old men are sad all day long, I'm not like you Bing, stay away from me as soon as possible."

Unexpectedly, Qiao Lin didn't buy it at all, and let Yu Congrong go first.

"Company commander, I'm ready, you see, I can laugh."

Yu Congrong squeezed out a smile uglier than crying, proving that he was no longer sad.

Qiao Lin tried not to laugh, and deliberately looked at the others with a straight face: "What about you?"

"All right!"

"I can laugh too!"

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The soldiers quickly answered.