Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

He suddenly remembered the scene of that day.

At that time, the Eighth Route Army had just finished its anti-sweeping operation against the little devils, the smoke of the battlefield had not cleared, and the wounded were still waiting for treatment.

Li Yunlong, the leader of the main attack group, was shot in the shoulder. The health worker had just finished bandaging him, and he was sitting on the field ridge with a thick bandage, smoking.

The battlefield was full of exhaustion. Soldiers sat in groups to rest on the ground. At this moment, a burst of shouts broke the calm.

"Jinling fell, the little devil killed my compatriots, brewing a shocking murder!"

The officer of the Propaganda Department of the [-]th Division ran around shouting with a dilapidated newspaper that had been circulated countless times.

The soldiers immediately gathered around him and asked what happened?

"On December 16, a certain front army of the little devil, the Shanghai Dispatch Army, the 40rd, 30th, and No.[-] divisions captured Jinling. The little devil allowed the soldiers to slaughter the city. There are more than [-] Jinling civilians and captured soldiers, corpses piled up like mountains, blood flowing like rivers, Jinling has become a dead city!"

The officer of the Propaganda Department held up the newspaper with trembling hands, and read the report with sobs.

Time seemed to freeze suddenly. The soldiers stared at the propaganda officer with their eyes widened in disbelief. After a brief silence, someone moved.

A wounded man whose head was wrapped with a bandage, with only one eye exposed, suddenly tore off the rifle hanging from his shoulder, held it high to the sky, and shouted: "Attack Jinling, avenge our compatriots, and kill all the little devils!"

"revenge!"

"revenge!"

. . . . . .

The battlefield that had ended the battle was boiling again, and all the soldiers waved their weapons and shouted slogans of revenge.

The soldiers whose clothes were torn by the gunfire, and the wounded who had to walk on crutches, even Li Yunlong joined in.

They were all from the north, and many of them had only heard of the city of Jinling. Among the victims, there were no relatives of them.

But at this moment, after hearing that their compatriots had been treated so cruelly, all the bloody soldiers were ignited with anger.

Regardless of their injured bodies and the exhaustion they had just walked from the battlefield, they resolutely decided to go to Jinling, thousands of miles away, to avenge the compatriots who died.

Although it has been several months, the scene of that day is still fresh in Li Yunlong's memory.

The Eighth Route Army was excited, and the commanders of each unit took the lead in calling for Jinling. Blood books flew into the Eighth Route Army headquarters like snowflakes. At this moment, it has become the unanimous wish of all soldiers to send troops south to avenge the innocent people who died.

Although due to various reasons, the Eighth Route Army did not go south as expected, but this hatred is engraved in everyone's heart.

"Head, I know that I acted impulsively and disappointed you. How should I deal with it? I am willing to be punished, but I don't regret it."

Qiao Lin suddenly turned around and stopped in front of Li Yunlong, and said sincerely.

"A few little devils, it's not enough. Don't forget that you still have a mission. In a month's time, I want to see a combat-capable cavalry unit!"

Li Yunlong was relieved all of a sudden, patted Qiao Lin on the shoulder, and said with a smile.

Battlefield conventions are the rules of war, but rules are used to restrain people.

A little devil who can do evil deeds like massacre a city is no longer human.

They should be killed!

The regiment headquarters was unprecedentedly lively tonight. In the wheat field at the head of the village, a large iron pot with a diameter of more than one meter was set up. The firewood under the pot was burning with raging flames. Large and small pieces of meat rolled up and down, exuding bursts of tempting aroma.

The people in the nearby ten miles and eight townships had already received the notice and came to line up to get the meat. All the villagers were distributed according to their heads.

Many people couldn't help crying when they got the meat. Since the little devils invaded, they couldn't remember what meat was like.

"It's better to be the Eighth Route Army. If you have meat to eat, you will think about us poor people first!"

An old lady who was over sixty years old held a piece of meat in her arms and said gratefully.

The discipline of the Eighth Route Army is that the people give priority to eating meat.

All the meat is distributed to the people first, and the rest is the turn of the soldiers.

However, these more than 200 horses are indeed quite a lot, and nearly [-] catties of meat have been picked out. Not only the common people have a share, but the soldiers also ate a mouthful of oil.

It's a pity that the season has warmed up now, and there is no refrigerator, so it is impossible to store meat for a long time, otherwise the independent group would not be willing to be so extravagant.

Of course, if you have the benefits, you can't forget your superiors. Li Yunlong specially sent someone to pick up two horse meat and send them to the division headquarters and brigade headquarters, in the name of giving the chief some spoils to taste. .

After eating and drinking enough, no one left, especially the commanders of the various units, all anxiously guarding the wheat field. On the surface, they were discussing this battle, but in fact, everyone knew in their hearts that they were waiting for the regiment leader to assign this battle. booty.

Although not very rich, [-] horse rifles are a lot of money for any unit of the Independence Regiment.

Li Yunlong seemed to want to whet everyone's appetite. He didn't mention the spoils, but instead asked the commanders of each unit to take turns to talk about their feelings about the battle.

The overall cultural level of the commanders at all levels of the independent regiment is not high, and they are good at fighting, but it is almost impossible to get them to speak and express their feelings.

Each of them babbled and choked for a long time, but most of them didn't say a word, but they showed a lot of determination, and they all expressed that they would work harder to fight devils in the future.

Of course, for the victory of this battle, everyone has a common point of view, that is, the first contribution is none other than Qiao Lin.

Using only a sickle and a wooden stick, at the cost of zero casualties, annihilated a cavalry squadron of the little devil. This matter is enough to brag about for a while.

Although on the surface this plan was proposed by Li Yunlong, in fact, everyone knows that this matter has nothing to do with Qiao Lin, from how to fix the sickle to the wooden stick, to when to shoot, with what strength, and from what From the angle of view, it was Qiao Lin who took the trouble to teach the soldiers carefully all by himself.

"Leader, I request punishment!"

Just when everyone expressed their determination to praise Qiao Lin, Sun Desheng, the commander of the cavalry company, suddenly stood up and said very ashamedly.

Even after winning the battle, he asked for punishment, especially during the whole battle, Sun Desheng took people as bait to perform the most dangerous mission. His abnormal behavior confused everyone.

"Why should you be punished?"

Holding a bowl of broth, Li Yunlong took a sip and asked.

"It's because I didn't think carefully and didn't bring a gun to the field. If it wasn't for Qiao Lin's emergency rescue, today's mission would probably fail, so I ask my superiors to punish me."

Sun Desheng hung his head and told what happened.

Chapter 420 Five Can't Be Too Selfish

Since the other fighters were in an ambush at that time and the distance was too far, they did not understand the situation Sun Desheng and the others were facing.

At this time, everyone knew that there was such an episode in it. If Qiao Lin hadn't stepped forward, it would be hard to say what the outcome of this battle would be.

Just when the soldiers were amazed at how Qiao Lin threw the grenade 300 meters away, he changed the subject and spoke for Sun Desheng.

"I think the main responsibility lies with me. Company Commander Sun and the others have no similar combat experience. It is normal to consider that carrying a rifle will affect the action. Subjectively speaking, their starting point is not wrong. On the contrary, I ignored this point, so My fault."

Like a lawyer in court, Qiao Lin took the responsibility on himself from all angles.

These new words made everyone dumbfounded. After all, everyone was used to their superiors speaking in an almost rude way. It really made them a little uncomfortable to explain the facts in such a reasonable way.

"Qiao Lin, don't speak up for me. If it weren't for you today, all comrades might have been implicated by me."

Seeing that Qiao Lin could stand up and defend himself at this time, Sun Desheng was so moved that he almost cried.

In fact, when Qiao Lin first joined the cavalry company, Sun Desheng looked down on him a bit. Although the cavalry company had always been despised in the independent regiment, this did not prevent him from despising others.

He felt that this recruit was too stupid, he couldn't even learn how to ride a horse, and he also had problems with comprehension. In short, he was just a dumbass.

But human nature tends to be kind. When you find a shining point in a person one day, you will soon find that this person has countless shining points.

This is Sun Desheng's view of Qiao Lin. From the first time he took him to the battlefield to ambush Sakata Squadron, after Qiao Lin showed courage and quality far surpassing that of recruits, Sun Desheng felt that Qiao Lin was actually far less miserable than he thought. .

All kinds of incidents that happened after that made Sun Desheng realize even more deeply that his previous views on Qiao Lin were indeed a bit extreme.

He even regretted agreeing to let Qiao Lin leave the cavalry company and go to work as a guard for the regiment commander.

In addition to the passion to kill the enemy and protect the country, soldiers also value the friendship between comrades in arms. The so-called friendship in arms is loyalty to men.

What Qiao Lin did at this moment, in Sun Desheng's view, was to show loyalty.

If others are loyal to him, then he can't be hurt by others. This is the simplest idea of ​​Sun Desheng, a man with little education.

If you make mistakes, admit it, and if you have done it, you will bear it, but you will never harm your brother.

"you are right!"

Qiao Lin stopped Sun Desheng, and instead of letting him continue talking, he put his arms around his shoulders, turned his body around, and turned his back to the crowd.

"Leader, comrades, take a look."

As he spoke, Qiao Lin pointed to Sun Desheng's back.

With the light of the bonfire, everyone could see clearly that Sun Desheng's old military uniform had more than a dozen bullet holes densely packed on the back.

The iron pot blocked the bullet and missed his body, but the bullet holes in the uniform showed how dangerous he had been.

"When I rushed over, Company Commander Sun was discussing with other comrades-in-arms and decided to rush into the enemy's line with a grenade and use a suicide attack to attract the enemy's attention and lure them into the ambush point. I feel that he is not only innocent, but also meritorious!"

Qiao Lin said sternly.

Had he remained silent, he would have added a great deal to his list of credits.

Turning the tide of the battle with his own power, this credit cannot be ignored anywhere.

But Qiao Lin didn't. To him, great contributions are like floating clouds. What he values ​​more is the victory of the war and the peace of the country.

"Sun Desheng, you are a fucking man, I like you!"

Li Yunlong put down the soup bowl in his hand, walked straight to Sun Desheng, patted him on the shoulder heavily, and said admiringly.

Being able to stand up at such a time and take the initiative to admit a mistake that no one noticed, at least shows that this is a responsible person.

Isn't such a person worthy of respect?

"Captain..."

Qiao Lin wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Li Yunlong: "Qiao Lin, you don't have to speak for him anymore, merit is merit, and demerit is demerit. Everyone in the independent group has their own obligations and missions. They are not Children, do you have to worry about everything for them? Or without your help in planning, they can't even fight battles?"

Li Yunlong's words were very harsh, and it could even be said that he pointed the finger at Qiao Lin.

Of course, Qiao Lin knew that Li Yunlong didn't mean to target him, but was just stating a fact.

That is, if the independent group does not have Qiao Lin, is it still an independent group?

The answer is yes.

Even if there is no one, the independent regiment is still an independent regiment, and it is still the iron-blooded army fighting on the front line of the war of resistance. It will not be impossible for this army to fight because of the lack of anyone.

Jolin realized he had made a mistake.

He has always believed that with great power comes great responsibility.

In the subtle influence of this kind of thinking, he gradually regarded himself as the core, and wanted to have a hand in everything, always thinking that as long as he was there, he could avoid all unfavorable risks.

To put it mildly, Qiao Lin regards himself as the parent of the independent group, and wants to take care of everyone in every detail.