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When Cheng Chong crawled to the back of the small slope with great difficulty, his whole body was so exhausted that he almost fainted.
At this moment, he was dizzy, his whole body was weak, he was extremely sleepy and tired, and he was already dying. Even the stab wound on his right thigh didn't seem to hurt much anymore.
However, at the moment when he lay down, he still did not forget to quickly draw his gun forward and turn on the safety. No matter what the situation, as a soldier, he still has this most basic military quality.
At this moment, the night is thick, the wind is dancing wildly and endlessly, the stars are sparse and the moon is pale in the sky, and from time to time, clear clouds slowly pass by as if nothing has happened.
Under the night sky, the group of militants were still concentrating their firepower. The scene did not look like they were besieging an injured Chinese soldier, but more like a large-scale battle.
They relied on their powerful firepower to suppress the opponent's advantage and stride forward, each of them looking unscrupulous and arrogant. When I got there, I realized that the person lying on the ground was not a person, but a cotton hat. I immediately realized that I had been deceived.
But they still believed that Cheng Chong was hiding on that earth mountain, so they concentrated their firepower and fired at that earth mountain, hitting the entire earth mountain with bullet points everywhere and earth and rocks flying randomly.
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More than a dozen AK47 rifles sprayed out long tongues of fire and besieged the tearful mountain. The mountain had stood alone in the desert Gobi for thousands of years. It had never enjoyed such grand treatment!
Cheng Chong, who was hiding not far away, saw all this clearly. At this time, his heart was surprisingly clear, even though he was dizzy and weak at the moment.
Cheng Chong didn¡¯t know if this was a return to the past.
Cheng Chong knew in his heart that those bastards would soon find that they had been fooled again and attacked in the wrong direction, and then they would disperse and search nearby. If my body could still hold on at this moment, I would never let them search and find me. Unfortunately, at this time, I was overwhelmed but not strong enough. I couldn't move even if I wanted to, and it was difficult for me to exert any strength in my body to deal with them.
And the place where he is hiding will soon be discovered by them, and when the time comes, he will inevitably die. This is almost expected. I am alone outside, truly fighting alone. I cannot contact the troops to report the situation, cannot call for assistance, and I am afraid there will be no reinforcements. I don¡¯t know if the company commander, platoon leader and others have heard the news. The checkpoint will report to the company headquarters every two hours. The company commander and others should have known the news a long time ago.
Then, they should send reinforcements soon!
It¡¯s really whimsical! Cheng Chong quickly denied his idea and thought to himself that his current location was at least ten kilometers away from the checkpoint, and this place was not within the scope of the Yuebanwan checkpoint. How could the company commander and the others find it? Even if he could contact the company commander and the others at this moment, he still couldn't tell where his current position was.
This time I may really become a martyr. The more Cheng Chong thought about it, the more disappointed he became, the more he thought about it, the more disappointed he became, and the more he thought about it, the more desolate he became. Usually, comrades-in-arms often joke with each other, and when they meet, they always tease each other in a non-serious way:
A smiled playfully and asked: "Hey! Where did you go? I haven't seen you for a long time, I thought you died?"
But B doesn¡¯t mind at all. Instead, he often replies with a smile: ¡°Go, go, go! You have secured that martyr spot. I don¡¯t dare to pretend to claim it. I won¡¯t be able to enjoy it!¡±
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Cheng Chong smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that the classic lines used by his comrades to joke and joke with each other would actually become a prophecy, and he would soon realize it.
Thinking of martyrs, he quickly thought of the three comrades who had become martyrs, squad leader Wei Jiangong, deputy squad leader Ma Xiaodong, and the always taciturn Liu Bingbing.
ah! What a great comrade! What a good comrade! What a good brother! It's a pity that they all died in the hands of these bastards, and the whereabouts of the other comrades at the checkpoint are still unknown at this moment. Thinking of this, Cheng Chong's heart was bleeding and crying, and he was filled with grief and anger.
Looking at his comrades at the checkpoint, Cheng Chong immediately thought of Meng Lang, his comrade in the recruit company who was so good with him that they could almost swap heads. I wonder how he is doing in the reconnaissance company now? I haven¡¯t heard from him for a long time, hey! In this damn plateau, letters often don't arrive on time.
Meng Lang then thought of Xiao Yong, the squad leader of the recruit company who was beaten up by the two men. He didn't like Xiao Yong because Xiao Yong didn't seem to like him either. He had no reason to like someone who didn't like him. He felt that Xiao Yong often made fuss out of molehills, often found excuses to target himself, and found fault with himself.
Cheng Chong himself couldn¡¯t figure it out. At this time,Why do you think of the squad leader of the recruit company? You know, when you were in the recruit company, the one you hated the most was squad leader Xiao Yong. Thinking of him now, it really makes no sense! At this critical moment, people will only think of the people who have the deepest impression in their lives, regardless of whether they are good or bad!
Cheng Chong smiled bitterly and suddenly thought of his parents who were far away.
Cheng Chong was born in the south-central part of the motherland. His father was a rural teacher who looked like an old scholar. He wore a pair of old-fashioned eyes with black frames all day long. He always looked serious and had a teaching attitude at all times.
In fact, at home, he was often scolded by his nagging mother until he couldn¡¯t even lift his head.
My mother is an ordinary housewife, virtuous and generous. She loves her husband, her children, and everything in her family.
Cheng Chong is the only son in his family. Since he was a child, his parents have given him almost all their love and placed unlimited hopes on him.
When he graduated from elementary school, his parents wanted to train him to be a versatile person in both civil and martial arts, so they sent him to the most famous local martial arts school with high hopes for six years.
In the martial arts school, Cheng Chong made rapid progress in boxing and kicking, but his academic performance was completely unsatisfactory. Although his academic performance was not a mess, his parents' hope that he could practice both civil and martial arts and become an all-rounder was definitely in vain.
What makes his parents even more disappointed is that Cheng Chong, an unfilial son, actually hangs out with a group of hooligans all day long, shouting and killing all day long.
This frightened the parents, who had always been honest and honest. In order to prevent their son from going astray, they tried their best to let him put on military uniform and become a glorious Chinese soldier.
Cheng Chong thought about everything his parents had done to him in the past ten years, and his heart suddenly twisted. He didn't know how he would live without his parents, how he would live. He didn't know if his parents would get used to losing him. Will my mother stand at the entrance of the village and look into the distance every sunset? After all, she is almost the only hope for the whole family.
In peacetime, how many people will care about the martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the country and the nation? Who will care about the true psychology of the martyrs at the last moment of their lives? Who will care about who they were and how they are doing in this world? I have lived and existed in the land I love so much.
Soldiers are humans, not gods. No matter how tough and iron-blooded the warrior is, they are still flesh and blood raised by their mother and father. They are still primates with hairless legs that walk upright. They still have the characteristics common to humans. They have flesh and blood, tears, and their own emotions.
In a hazy state, Cheng Chong felt two hot tears slipping quietly down his face. At this moment, there was no fear in his heart, let alone fear. Instead, there was anger and hatred, infinite anger and hatred towards the enemy. Some are deeply guilty, ashamed of their love for their parents, ashamed of their kindness, and ashamed of everything they have done to their parents.
However, it is true that I belong to my parents, but I also belong to the country. For the sake of the motherland and the people, no matter what the life is, what does it mean to sacrifice oneself in order to defend the absolute dignity of the motherland?
Since the moment he put on the military uniform, he has been ready to sacrifice at any time. All the iron-blooded soldiers and passionate boys across the country should be like this, isn't it?
Cheng Chong raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. His tired eyes began to burn out, and anger and hatred suddenly took over everything in him. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com