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The battlefield once again calmed down, but the smoke was still slowly drifting by the beautiful Hwacheon Lake, and it was too long to be reluctant to leave.
At this time, Zhang Xian's clothes, which were originally soaked by the rain, were gradually evaporated by body temperature during the more than two hours of strenuous fighting. Although there was still some moisture, he felt much better at this time. , he casually ate a handful of the food Xiong Sanwa gave him. Although he felt that the taste was a bit spoiled, it felt much more satisfying after filling his stomach, and he no longer felt the uncomfortable feeling of being hungry. It is said that it is food, but in fact it is just some leftovers left by the United Nations soldiers. These United Nations soldiers are not blessed in their blessings. They threw empty cans everywhere during the march, and There is often a lot of residue left in these so-called empty cans. Everyone picks up these empty cans, regardless of the dirty water and unclean things inside, and uses a knife to scrape the food inside clean. Clean it, and then carefully remove the inedible part, and the rest can be used to satisfy your hunger.
Zhang Xian knew that the next battle would be even more difficult. They had to persist until dark, and there were still more than four hours before dark. As long as they could survive these four hours of purgatory, they might be able to survive. You can reach heaven.
Patrolling the positions in the east of Qiao, looking at the haggard and exhausted soldiers, Zhang Xianden felt that the burden on his shoulders was getting heavier and heavier. Everyone was looking back with a pair of eyes full of trust and desire. He cares about himself, because everyone believes that he can lead everyone out of here alive, out of this dead place!
After jumping over a muddy ditch, Zhang Xian arrived at the position of the first company. Suddenly, he heard someone humming a tune he was very familiar with: "Arirang, Arirang, Arariyo" This song immediately reminded him of a person, Park Xishun who had been shot in the flames by Wu Xiaoyang. That young and handsome face was so vivid now, as if he was calling him by his side. ¡¯s name, he followed the singing, and it turned out that An Richang was digging mud in the trench while humming. Then he thought that little Anzi in their camp turned out to be a Korean. He was a little disappointed, but also a little relieved; disappointed that he would never see Pu Xishun's bright smile again, but gratified that there were more comrades and comrades beside him who maintained an optimistic and uplifting spirit, and it was precisely Because of the existence of this spirit, they have hope to rise up in adversity.
"Batalion Commander, He Qiang is back!" Xiong Sanwa ran over panting and reported to him.
Zhang Xian couldn't help but be stunned. He Qiang and Gao Wenliang were the ones he sent to escort the wounded. Although he had just learned that the wounded team had been attacked by the enemy's armored troops, and it might be a disaster, he still had some self-comfort, always thinking Some people will run away, and some people will escape.
"Where is he? Take me over quickly and take a look!" Zhang Xian ordered quickly.
"He is at the temporary headquarters below, and he is injured!" Xiong Sanwa told Zhang Xian, turned around and ran towards the muddy road under the high ground, where there was a forest between the mountains, which was the guard camp. The temporary command post is located nearby, and those seriously injured people who did not leave are also nearby. Zhang Xian followed him closely and heard him say: "He was the only one who ran back. When he saw me, he just cried. I asked him and he couldn't answer anything!"
Zhang Xian¡¯s heart suddenly rose to his throat again. Although he had guessed the result, he still couldn¡¯t believe it.
Soon, they saw He Qiang covered in blood. Although the health worker had bandaged his head at this time, Zhang Xian could still see that the injury he suffered was not light. He was sure that He Qiang must be After a life and death battle, being able to return here was already a narrow escape.
As soon as he saw Zhang Xian, He Qiang's unstoppable tears flowed out again, and he cried like a bullied child who saw his parents. He fell to his knees in the muddy water with a plop and began to cry loudly. .
Zhang Xian supported him, and everyone around him also comforted him. After a long time, he gradually stopped crying. While sobbing, he reported to Zhang Xian: "Batalion Commander I I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for everyone!"
Zhang Xian held his head and patted his back. Naturally, he understood what he was blaming himself for. He did not blame He Qiang. Think about it, it was himself, relying on a platoon of people to escort hundreds of injured people with limited mobility. , it is impossible to escape unscathed from an encounter with the enemy. He only felt that He Qiang gradually calmed down, and then he asked: "Stop crying, how much is our loss?"
When he heard this sentence, He Qiang's sad voice that had just stopped could not help but resound again. After a long time, he choked and said: "bsp; "Well, this method is good!" Xiong Sanwa took the lead in admiring it.
Zhang Xian ignored Xiong Sanwa and continued: "Even if the enemy tanks occupy the entire east of the bridge, there is nothing to fear. The two highlands on the east side of our bridge are still relatively steep, and the enemy tanks cannot climb up at all. , if their infantry cannot cross the bridge, it is impossible to capture our position! Therefore, we mainly have to deal with their infantry on the bridge to prevent the enemy from crossing the bridge smoothly!"
Hearing the battalion commander's confident arrangements, everyone became cheerful. The worries that they were afraid of not being able to cope with the situation were all gone. It was as if they had seen the morning star, and the dawn of victory was already there. It's within reach.
Wang Peng opened his mouth, looked at everyone's confident expressions, but swallowed what he wanted to say.
Zhang Xian glanced at Wang Peng and did not immediately let him speak. Instead, he assigned tasks one by one. At the end, he ordered unnecessarily: "Now, the remaining people in our guard camp have already There is not much left, so at this time, everyone must unite closely! Haha, if I am unfortunate, then Company Commander Wang will be responsible, and everyone must obey his command!"
"Batalion Commander, what are you talking about?" Not only Xiong Sanwa and Wang Peng, but everyone could not help but stop them.
Zhang Xian smiled and said: "What I said is true. There are always many unpredictable things on the battlefield. I am not a god and cannot be killed! Of course, I will work hard to survive, no matter what. Find a way to survive with everyone!"
Hearing what the battalion commander said, everyone felt much more at ease.
Zhang Xian explained some more things, and then asked everyone to separate quickly to make preparations. After everyone left, he stopped Wang Peng and asked: "Company Commander Wang, do you have anything else to say? "
Wang Peng nodded, his face was very ugly, but he still reported to him: "Batalion Commander, our ammunition is almost used up, especially the machine gun bullets, there are less than two boxes left!"
Zhang Xian was stunned. If the machine gun was missing during the battle, then they would have nothing to suppress the firepower of the enemy infantry. It was hard to imagine how they should respond when the enemy swarmed up.
Zhang Xian thought for a while and had to tell Wang Peng: "Tell the machine gunner to save his fire and use burst fire instead of continuous fire! Haha, now we just want to scare off the enemy, don't pursue more kills. As long as the enemy doesn't advance, don't shoot easily!"
"Yes!" Wang Peng replied.
Zhang Xian thought about it again, and then said helplessly: "Captain Wang, now we can only do our best to obey fate. If God insists on destroying us, there is nothing we can do! Haha, in fact, God has already favored us. Got it!"
Wang Peng looked at Zhang Xian blankly, thoughtfully, not knowing what he was thinking about.
"What? Do you have anything else to do?" Seeing that Wang Peng did not leave, Zhang Xian couldn't help but ask again.
Wang Peng's face showed embarrassment, he scratched his head, a silly smile appeared on his face, and said to Zhang Xian: "Batalion Commander, do you know? What you said doesn't sound like a Communist at all. What I should say, haha, looks very similar to" He said, then paused.
"What does it look like?" Zhang Xian couldn't help but ask.
"Haha, he looks very much like my old commander in the Kuomintang army!" Wang Peng said leisurely.
Zhang Xian's heart suddenly jumped, and his face became a little unnatural, but he pretended not to care and asked, "Why do you have such thoughts?"
Wang Peng pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "Actually, I have always been suspicious. Maybe you and Sanwa are pretending to be good, but I always believe that he is still alive, and" He said, his eyes directly He stared at Zhang Xian, and then said slowly: "I believe you are him!" He said, stopped, still looking at Zhang Xian motionless, hoping that Zhang Xian could give him a clear answer.
The flesh on Zhang Xian¡¯s face jumped twice, and he showed that familiar smile again: ¡°Old Wang, don¡¯t think so wildly, our battle is about to start, go and prepare!¡±
Wang Peng couldn't help feeling disappointed, so he nodded and turned to leave. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com