Chapter 14 Chapter Thirteen

The afternoon sky has been completely shrouded in the haze of gunpowder smoke.The enemy continued to beat our defense line tirelessly, 155 grenades, 120 pressures, and M270 joined the band from time to time.Our firepower support points were silent one by one in the afternoon smoke, but then when the enemy attacked in the next round, new flames would emerge from a certain place and sweep away the wriggling steel armored monsters. Inefficient individual anti-aircraft missiles combined with 37 anti-aircraft guns are still driving the vultures hovering at low altitudes, and enemy helicopters can only launch their deadly missiles from a distance.But over time, anti-aircraft missiles became more and more sparse.When the range of activity of the enemy helicopter had entered the fire range of our anti-aircraft machine gun, the low-pitched roar of the high-level aircraft sounded around me.

In the evening, after a day of fighting, our Air Force has temporarily no new fresh troops to enter the battlefield.After basically gaining the advantage of low-altitude air supremacy on the battlefield, the enemy invested in a new type of F-35 attack aircraft.Under the dense open-ground firepower, our activity space was limited to the fortified area near the entrance of the tunnel. Enemy tanks and armored vehicles continued to bombard our tunnel at a distance of about 1,500 meters from our position. Under the ravages of artillery fire, our surface position turned into a pitted valley of death, and the soil that had been dried and powdered by the artillery fire was raised high in the sound of explosions.Lying in the dusty tunnel of the position, watching small pieces of cement rustling from the top of the tunnel hit by the shell explosion, I felt as if I was not living in real life.

At this time, everyone's lungs were filled with scorching hot and pungent chemical gas and fine ash, and everyone was struggling to breathe like fish deprived of oxygen.Huge explosions are destroying everyone's hearing, and the toxic chemical gases formed by the explosives are gnawing at the soldiers' respiratory system, making people thirsty and dizzy.However, this is still bearable, and you must always pay attention to the movement in the sky around you, because any hesitation will invite death to yourself. The density of metal jets over the trenches was too high, and even slow-moving people could not avoid the damage. Comrades kept falling around me screaming or silently, and the health workers faithfully took each fallen comrade Quickly get into the depths of the tunnel.

I mechanically followed everyone to the trenches to shoot again and again, and again and again I panicked and jumped into the tunnels to avoid the enemy's artillery fire. The battle in the afternoon became longer and longer, and I began to lose control of my legs. Several times I wanted to lie in the trench and wait for the shells to fall from the sky to end my painful feelings. Facing this endless battle, my nerves began to become too sensitive and fragile, and I began to pay attention to the people around me every time I prepared to charge. There are always people who never show up after a new attack. After several battles, the people around me seem to have changed their faces.

"I can't, I definitely can't." Every time the commander yelled and rushed into the world of dust and fire, I groaned weakly in my heart.But every time the feet always staggered out against the will.Another crazy fight. In the end, I crawled back alive again, stuck to the corner of the wall like a pool of mud, my hands and feet were sore.While panting, I looked at the beating clods on the ground, and strange thoughts crawled into my mind in a trance. "I'm still alive! Then, who does my life belong to?" "belong to myself?" "No, it's impossible. If it belonged to me, I would have died long ago. What is protecting me?"

"That……" I began to look at the comrades around me with a strange look. A mottled face, chapped lips, cloudy or bright eyes.This is a group of ragged warriors, gathered here from different corners of the world, in order to accomplish the same thing, they use their lives to witness the history in front of them. "What about them? To whom does life belong?" "Come and follow me, the enemy special forces are operating behind us, we must eliminate them!" An officer shouted at us from the depths of the smoke-filled tunnel, brandishing a rifle. I, who had already formed a conditioned reflex to the order, stood up and walked towards him without even thinking about it.

"The enemy? Where is the enemy?" I stood up in an extremely awkward posture, and then walked towards the officer in a trance, showing my only white teeth. The officer turned his head and looked at me with strange eyes, probably my wobbly appearance was not elegant enough. "Comrade, can you still fight?" A non-commissioned officer turned from behind the officer and asked. "Look, I'm not hurt. Why not?" I leaned against the wall and said. "Is there any water?" My eyes were fixed on the water bottle on the officer's waist.This reminded him, and he took off the empty kettle and threw it aside with a bang.

"There is no reserve team here, and even the secretary of the battalion headquarters has been added to the front-line company. The regiment commander promised to add 100 people to us after dark. Can we move after dark?" The sergeant hesitated and suggested to the officer. "No, the enemy must be expelled from our 334th position now. Otherwise, it will be more difficult after dark. Maybe our reinforcements will choose our flanks to counter-attack. If the enemy controls this commanding height, we will be defeated." The superiority of the enemy's air firepower is clamped down. You know, the enemy is a special force, and there must be an aviation fire coordinator and a ground artillery fire coordinator. If the enemy calls for artillery fire to lay mines or counterattack, we will all be finished!"

The officer patiently explained to the non-commissioned officer. "But?" The sergeant took off his helmet and scratched his bare head in embarrassment. "I know that the 334th highland should be defended by the second regiment, but everyone has seen that they can't regain the position now. The enemy has completely blocked the 334th position and the second regiment's possible offensive line with summoned artillery fire. There is no time. Our new The special forces interspersed with the troops had infiltrated the enemy's rear the day before yesterday, and there may be a big counter-assault battle tonight."

The officer patted the non-commissioned officer on the shoulder and said. "Help me find a few fighters with better shooting skills to act with me. We already have an anti-aircraft fire team." After the officer finished speaking, he turned and walked to the other end of the tunnel, shouting as he walked, "Hurry up, it will be even more inconvenient for us to move after dark!" After a few minutes, our combat team was ready to go. Lao Liu kept filling his pockets with small-caliber grenades, while Wu Ben repeatedly checked his 40 rocket launchers. "Comrade battalion commander, remember to give us fire support. Let's go!"

The officer waved at us and took the lead in rushing into the trench. Highland 334 is a horseshoe-shaped hilltop, easy to attack but difficult to defend, and it is the junction of our two infantry regiments.Behind the 334th position is a gently rolling hilly area, which is suitable for the rapid advancement of the enemy's mechanized troops.The Second Regiment only had one battalion on our left flank to cover us, so after discovering our weak link, the enemy decisively used special forces to land in combat and occupied position 334. During the blueprint work just now, everyone determined the combat method. The air defense team will advance along the trench under the command of the officer, and provide air defense cover for us in the direction close to the attack of the enemy's large forces to prevent the follow-up fire support of the enemy helicopter.Our infantry assault team strengthened 40 rocket launchers and recoilless guns, and moved towards the enemy in two directions.The fire support team is ready to provide us with field artillery support with automatic grenade launchers and anti-tank missiles, and the fire coordinator will be responsible for coordinating the battalion's call for mortar fire. "The enemy is a special forces unit with strong individual combat effectiveness. You should pay special attention to mutual protection." The officer told us repeatedly when we parted on the road. enemy?Are the enemies up there?We carefully moved along the trench to position 334. "Lie down!" Someone in front shouted.Immediately afterwards I saw a leading warrior staggering and falling to the ground. "It's an enemy sniper! Quickly retreat to the trench!" Lao Liu greeted everyone to roll into the trench. There is no way to move forward. There is an open field of 200 meters ahead, and the hill where the 334 position is located is further ahead. There is still a distance of more than 300 meters to climb the hill. "Hurry up and take cover, the enemy may call for artillery fire!" Lao Liu's shout reminded everyone who was still in a daze. "Piercing cat ears!" A warrior discovered a hidden cave not far away. As the hissing shells gnawed at the ground, we were already scattered in the cat's ear holes. The enemy has found us, what should we do? I squinted distressedly at the trench outside. Taking advantage of the enemy's fire coverage, the unit commander began to contact fire support. After the enemy's artillery coverage ended, the observer carefully measured the enemy's specific position, and several snipers swam in the trench to attract enemy fire.Soon the enemy's lurking position on position 334 was reported by the observers. "Everyone is ready to exercise. As soon as the artillery support starts, the first group runs quickly towards the fish pond at the foot of the mountain. There is a ditch there to cover you. The second group's snipers and automatic grenade launchers are ready to suppress fire, and the rest of the personnel are ready to go. The first group was supported after being sniped, pretending to leap forward from other directions to attract enemy firepower, everyone pay attention to move faster, don't let the enemy call you." After the commander finished speaking, he began to look at his watch. It was getting dark again, and the earth shrouded in thick gunpowder smoke was shrouded in blue mist, exuding a cold and heavy texture.The rain did not know when it stopped, and a spider on the surface of the trench was wading through the muddy water anxiously looking for a way home. Straightening up a little, I looked at this familiar world, with a blue-gray tone, no jumping breath, only solidification and depression.I seem to be looking at a landscape oil painting hanging in the cold exhibition hall in the night. No, that's not accurate because I'm in it too. This should be a dark stage. This world that should belong to nature has been transformed into a stage of war by people who were originally irrelevant.Every day, no, every hour is a death-chasing play.Everyone is playing a role, happy or sad, noble or humble, persistent or cowardly, but there are only two endings of the role, survival or death. The two west-facing windows of the fish pond hut in the distance are like a pair of twinkling eyes, watching the stage. As the night gradually darkens, the hut gradually falls asleep. The night makes me feel a little uneasy, because this is a completely insecure world. "Is this the world I know and long for?" I gripped the rifle tightly in my hand. Perhaps, my fate is destined to struggle with these pains in this life.That's what I tell myself every day as I sit in the library lounge after exhausting my cleaning routine.At night, as I staggered across the brightly lit streets back to my dorm and leaned against the damp rollaway bed, I could still feel a little heat radiating from my heart. "Why don't you get a job? Accounting is a good job, isn't it?" My friends in the computer company are always lying lazily on the broken bed in my dormitory, while showing me their new record of killing users. "Can you introduce me to an accountant who doesn't need to make false accounts?" I looked at his face that was shining under the light because of overnutrition with drunken eyes. The full-scale outbreak of the economic crisis is the fuse of this war.When the war started to spread.I even took a mocking attitude, watching the terrified looks of those successful people who are usually proud and arrogant, and my heart was filled with the pleasure of revenge and success. As the war situation deteriorated, the whole city began to fall into unprecedented panic.I was out of a job again, and this time I was deprived of even the chance to spend my days in a hut reading a book from the library.I really felt the horror of war when my friend who worked in the computer company leaned in the corner like a desperate mouse and looked out the window. "What are you going to do? Escape to a safe city?" I asked while fiddling with the laptop he had brought. "It's over, my life is over. The boss owed me six months' wages and ran away. I'm just as utterly poor as you are now. Go to another city? What can I do? Sell computers again?" Looking at me, his eyes behind the lens gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared into the night. War, when I joined the army with the feeling that I thought I had nothing to worry about and was not afraid of any suffering, I thought war was nothing more than that.Maybe it will be more exciting. But this kind of game hovering between life and death is not something anyone can bear, at least your body cannot resist the destruction of this endless war.The skin on my elbow was probably worn out, and the combat uniform that had been soaked in sweat and hardened while moving in the trench tortured my wound, and the pain pulled my already numb nerves. "run!" A deep shout in the mist pulled me back to real life. Following behind a soldier in front, I tried my best to maximize my running speed.In order to keep up with the speed of the person in front, I straightened my body without any scruples, without paying any attention to the bullets flying around me. "Everyone disperses the assault and uses more grenades. The firemen should pay attention to support. Just jump into the trench and it will be easy." The commander began to urge everyone to act after everyone took a breath. We must drive the enemy out of position 334 before it gets completely dark, because we lack individual night combat equipment.At night, it is the enemy's world. "Come on!" After running for more than ten meters, someone began to shout loudly to attract the enemy's firepower, it was Lao Liu. Finally, I collapsed under a ridge in panic. The enemy is very close to me, I don't know how I can run such a long distance without being hit by the enemy.Bullets whizzed past overhead, and the branches and leaves of broad-leaved plants in the Rhododendron family were chopped up by the sweeping bullets and scattered all over the sky.The dirt kicked up by the explosion of the small-caliber grenade covered me all over.Under the dense firepower of the enemy, I tried my best to shrink my body and stick it behind the mound. A soldier fell not far from me. The enemy probably used a .50 caliber heavy machine gun.The soldier's body fell to the ground on his back, with three bullet holes the size of wine cups in his chest.His eyes were still open, his dark pupils staring at the night sky where the Grim Reaper was. I grabbed a grenade with trembling hands, pulled the fuse and threw it upwards, and then I rushed to the nearest trench with my rifle in my arms. My strength was almost exhausted, the grenade failed to reach the position of the enemy's machine gun, it just exploded not far from me, and I was almost injured by the shrapnel from the exploding grenade. "The enemy shouldn't have noticed me, right?" After I rolled into the trench, I panted heavily, and the lungs injured by the gunpowder smoke made a terrible sound when violently rising and falling, like a broken cowhide bag with only one foot stepped on. Bending carefully, I began to look for the position of the enemy's shooting in the trench.The suppression fire behind us was still firing small-caliber grenades and mortars, and I had to stay in the trench from time to time to avoid shells falling from the sky. After groping along the trench for tens of meters, I found the enemy.This is a zigzag point of resistance, and the enemy is pouring fire down the hill.Pulled out a grenade.After thinking about it, it was not safe enough, so I took out another one.I pulled the tabs of the two grenades at the same time. After waiting for a few seconds, I quickly threw the two grenades towards the approximate position of the enemy's firepower point.I didn't have time to watch the explosion of the grenade, and I disappeared like a fish fleeing along the trench to the other side of the position. The night has completely fallen on the position, I lost my direction, and I can only judge the surrounding situation with my already dull hearing.The enemy still controls the position. Judging from the exchange of fire between the two sides, our second echelon has rushed to the vicinity of the 334 position.The intercepting fire called by the enemy blasted the valley where our previous attack direction was located into a sea of ​​flames. There was the roar of helicopter engines in the sky, and the helicopters of the enemy special forces began to cover them.The enemy did not deploy heavy firearms at position 334. It seems that without absolute safety, the enemy will not rashly turn this place into the main fire support point on the offensive line. Judging from the enemy's activities on the 334th position, they plan to use the leapfrog tactics to occupy the 334th position, which is weakly armed. After controlling the 334th position, use the small battlefield radar equipped by the special forces to support the firepower and reinforcements in the short and medium range on our side and rear The line of activity of the troops is detected, and the plan is to destroy and occupy our front-line positions by means of a war of attrition after cutting off the fire support and supplies of our front-line combat troops.If we don't restore the position in time, maybe the enemy will send mechanized troops to make a deep breakthrough from here, because there are only a few large anti-tank trenches dug by our engineers in front of position 334, and although this area is currently under the control of our curved firepower , but the density of minefields in our area is not high, mainly concentrated on both sides of the 334 position, and there is not enough width of the minefield in front of the 334 position for cover.In the afternoon, our battlefield air supremacy was temporarily taken away by the enemy. In addition, the anti-aircraft firepower could not even protect the air above our position, so the enemy decisively carried out airborne operations. Let the enemy control this position, and our danger will be multiplied. Enemy, where is the enemy? I groped carefully along the trench in the direction of the enemy's fire, finger in the trigger guard, ready to fire at the target. The soldiers of the second echelon seemed to have already attacked their positions. These soldiers had experienced brutal battles, and they were not too disadvantaged in the confrontation with the enemy's special forces.There are nearly forty fighters in our two echelons. I don't know how many are still alive. Fired and strafed, then backed away quickly. I don't know if I have killed the enemy now, I have exchanged fire with the enemy several times in the trench.After all, it is a special force, and the enemy's reaction is unexpectedly fast.As soon as I opened fire, the enemy's counterattack came suddenly. If I hadn't paid attention to the hidden positions around me, I would have been killed by the enemy's grenade. "boom!" There was a huge explosion in the sky. It was our ambush anti-aircraft missile shooter that hit an enemy plane.The flaming helicopter spun and fell to the ground. "Good job!" I stood up excitedly, poking my head out of the trench. This one moment of negligence had a catastrophic end for me.A rifle grenade exploded above the trench where I was hiding, and the shrapnel flew all over my helmet in an instant. I felt as if I had been hit viciously on the temple by a huge branding iron. I felt dizzy, the flickering scene in front of me was shaking, and the blood quickly blocked my sight.In a trance, I seemed to feel that a person was walking towards me.I just squeezed out a hoarse cry from my throat and fell to the ground. When I woke up from a severe headache and vomiting, the noise of the loud helicopter engine was roaring in my ears. "Where is this? Why is there the sound of a helicopter engine?" I raised my head with difficulty and wiped away the blood on my eyes with my hands. What caught my eye was a pair of American military boots. My heart suddenly sank into the ice water. I raised my head with difficulty, and a face smeared with camouflage oil appeared in the blurred field of vision. Not one of us! It was the face of an adult male Caucasian with high browbones and deep-set eyes. "Enemy! How did I fall into the hands of the enemy? Am I not on the ground?" A tingling pain bit my heart deeply. Trying my best to overcome the dizziness caused by the head injury, I closed my eyes and recalled what I had just encountered in the 334th position.The people who appeared around me the moment I fainted were not my own. At that time, I had broken away from my own troops and entered the enemy's fortifications blindly. "Damn it! By the way, Glory Bullet, where is my Glory Bullet?" I groped in vain for my chest, and then looked around on the surrounding floor, trying to find the hand grenade that had been strapped to my chest to die with the enemy in a critical situation. A ghost sitting next to me kicked me to signal me to be quiet. Smiling wryly, I fell to my knees on the floor, and I angrily looked at the devil soldier with a cigar in his mouth.In a trance, my eyes fell on the grenade hanging from his waist. No one in the cabin spoke, only the roar of the propeller stirring the air and the boom of artillery fire in the distant fire zone behind. While the attention of the devils was diverted to the anti-aircraft artillery fire of our army outside, I suddenly rushed to the devil soldier who was looking back to look outside the cabin, and tightly clutched the grenade with bloody fingers. "Where is the insurance, insurance?" I shouted in my heart, fumbling anxiously with my fingers, trying to activate the grenade. Sudden strenuous movement quickly clouded my eyes, temporarily anemic be damned.I went into shock after being injured in the battle a few days ago, and my body has not fully recovered in the past few days, and the desperate battles day and night have further consumed my physical energy. I suddenly couldn't see anything. In the dimness, I was pulled away vigorously, and the grenade slipped out of my hand reluctantly.With the shouts of the devils around me, I suffered many heavy fists and feet, and the severe pain made me curl up, and a stream of fishy hot liquid slowly overflowed from my mouth and nose. Finally, I fell heavily in a corner of the cabin. My lungs seemed to be congested, and I was coughing feebly, blood streaming from my face on the floor.The night wind blowing by the side door of the cabin slapped my face, and my bloody hair slapped my forehead up and down. The cold night wind opened my eyelids, and it was the night sky as dark as my pupils. "What will the enemy do to me?" My soul fell mournfully in this bottomless night sky. The enemy kicked me hard and woke me up, and I felt a tearing pain in my back.I couldn't help but moan in pain. "Chinese, it's time to wake up, it's breakfast time." Bad Chinese was heard not far away, followed by laughter all around. A painful sense of shame haunts her.Unexpectedly, my meeting with the enemy began on such an occasion, and I was actually a prisoner of war. After struggling to open my blood-stained eyes, I found myself thrown into a room surrounded by a circle of people, and there was a man of yellow race inside. "Mr. Wang, let's start. It is not easy to capture a Chinese soldier. We hope this guy can know more." A man who looks like an officer said to the yellow man in English.This guy seems to have a big tongue, and his English is slurred. I struggled to hear the general idea, probably this guy is eating breakfast. "What's your name, which unit do you belong to?" the man named Mr. Wang began to ask me. It's actually an accent from the Shanghai area!It is Chinese. I was stunned, and then slowly spread my legs with my back against the wall.The pain in my back forced me to carefully lean against the wall behind me. "You are chinese?" My words were still full of phlegm, and I couldn't help but bent down and coughed violently. "I'm asking you something." Mr. Wang began to look a little unnatural. I looked carefully at the guy surnamed Wang sitting in front of me. He was wearing a well-fitting dark suit, a pinstripe tie around the collar, and well-polished leather boots.This guy seems to be well maintained. He often participates in outdoor exercises, so his complexion is dark and rosy, and he looks relatively strong. "In normal times, this grandson can probably be called a successful person. He can also pretend to be a returned student, at least he can be considered a 'kelp'." I looked at the agitated Mr. Wang in front of me with a mocking look. "You are chinese?" I was still repeating what I had just said, staring straight at him. "Answer me first, what's your name and which unit you belong to. How many people are there in your position now?" Mr. Wang seemed disdainful to answer my question. "Are you Chinese?" I stared coldly at Mr. Wang whose mouth corners twitched from excitement. "Please be sober, this is a US military force, and you are already our prisoner of war. Be smart." That Mr. Wang began to clench his fists. "You are chinese?" "Yes! So what!" Mr. Wang jumped up from his chair angrily and took a few steps towards me. Probably aware of his gaffe, Mr. Wang hastily sat back in his seat. "Mr. Soldier, I respect your patriotic spirit. I think you must be bewitched by the Communist Party. We came to China to help the Chinese people overthrow the dark rule of the Chinese Communist Party and rescue the enslaved people from their brutal rule. If your eyes are still bright, you should be able to see how unfair the society around you is, why don't you stand up and fight? We are very willing to help you. If all the lower class people in China wake up, what we are doing now The war will be over soon. I suggest that you think about your options and tell us as soon as possible what you know about the deployment of the Chinese Communist Army. Please don't avoid my question. If you don't tell us, we can pass the advanced You have information about your activities through scientific and technological means. Although you try your best to hide your deployment and think you are smart. Now we just want to confirm through your answers. In fact, whether you answer or not has no effect on the entire battle situation. Finally, I want to Remind you, don't forget your status as a prisoner of war." The officer sitting on the side saw the contradiction between their interpreter and me, so he waved his hand to signal Mr. Wang to shut up first, and then he began to speak as elegantly as possible, while picking up a glass of Coke on the coffee table next to him. Mr. Wang translated to me the long speech of the American captain named Hanks blankly. There was a brief silence in the house, and a burst of music wafted from the next room, and I listened intently to distinguish it.It is a fragment of the "Grand Canyon" symphony. After a while, Mr. Wang broke the silence: "Have you thought about it? Answer." My thoughts returned from the melody of the music, and I stared blankly at the guy named Wang through the lens: "Are you Chinese?" A series of growls and curses in English erupted from the mouth of the well-dressed and educated Translator Wang. With a furious expression after being despised, Translator Wang rushed forward. "You die-hard Communist Party member, go to hell!" Translator Wang wrestled with me. This kid is strong and strong, and soon I have countless scars on my body. After kicking me heavily at the end, Translator Wang resentfully walked back to the American captain. The strong smell of cologne on his body made me sick to my stomach. "Chinese pigs. Wolfe, wake up this guy, maybe he will think of something useful. Mr. Wang, you Chinese are as free-spirited as you are, and we don't have to come to this desert from the United States. Wasted so much time in a savage and hostile country. Disappointing, my appetite for breakfast is spoiled by this filthy bastard. How did the F-force get such an idiot." After Captain Hanks finished speaking, he spit on me and walked out. It was nearly dusk when he woke up again.I groaned and turned over and looked out the window, it seemed that it was going to rain heavily again.The strong wind wrapped the branches in front of the window and slapped the broken window glass, and a large amount of dust and small stones were lifted up and knocked on the glass to make a rustling sound. In the morning, the scars on my body caused by the enemy tugged at my nerves, and cold sweat broke out when I moved a little.My foot looks like it's going to break, and a few ribs. Attempts to move to the edge of the wall with my back against the wall failed, and I couldn't gather enough strength.Weakly pressing my face to the ground and panting softly, I began to doubt whether I could survive the torture of the enemy again. "I don't have the courage to persevere, I will die. I was tortured to death by the enemy silently, and then dragged out by them and buried in a corner. I don't want to die! I don't want to die like this!" "You have been protecting me, so you intend to let me suffer such humiliation?!" The pain in my heart screamed, and the threat of death slowly lingered in my mind as the darkness fell, and I fell into boundless fear.I wanted to yell, but my throat seemed to be strangled by something. While I was still haunted by hallucinations, something changed outside. In the distant air, there was the low-pitched whistling sound of large-caliber artillery shells rubbing against the air as they fell.When I thought it was a hallucination, the sound of violent explosions swept over, covering the sound made by the surrounding night wind.The private house where I was staying was in a state of tremor. The glass on the window was instantly shattered by the powerful shock wave, and the broken glass splashed all over my body. It's our artillery bombardment! The door was hurriedly pushed open, and Captain Hanks, Translator Wang and two ghost soldiers rushed in. "Quickly, get this guy on the truck. We must take these prisoners to the division headquarters as soon as possible. Mr. Wang, we don't have time to interrogate these Chinese here. You go to the division headquarters with them, and carefully Interrogate them. Damn, why are there so many death squads out of the Chinese at this time?" Captain Hanks' bald head was beaded with sweat. "Yes, yes. I'll try to figure it out." Translator Wang's calm and elegant demeanor in the morning was completely gone, and his eyes were full of fear and uneasiness. "Mr. Hanks, can we withstand the attack of the Communist Party?" Translator Wang asked Hanks awkwardly. "Bastard, why do you distrust our US military so much? This is just the struggle of the Communist army. Haven't you seen our powerful land and air combat capabilities?" Hanks reprimanded Wang Translator with some disdain. Somewhat annoyed, Translator Wang kicked me hard on the back when I was carried out of the room. Outside, the artillery fire of our army was fired at the enemy in a hurry, causing astonishing damage. The eyes were full of ghost soldiers and various vehicles running around in a panic. The originally wide road was now blocked by a mess of moving or immobile vehicles. .Several material assembly points of the enemy were obviously destroyed by the accurate artillery surprise attack just now, and the soaring fire was wrapped in the strong wind before the heavy rain at night and spread everywhere.In the distance, a small warehouse with munitions piled up was probably detonated. Judging from the intensity of the explosion, the munitions piled up inside were not shells filled with insensitive explosives, but missiles and other munitions filled with strong fuel and explosives.The enemy's firefighting equipment did not control the scene in time, and the damage control personnel were probably in a state of rest, and it was too late to reach the disaster scene quickly. The enemy was obviously unprepared for such a sudden and violent shelling. Passing through the noisy flow of people, I was quickly dragged by two Japanese soldiers to a Dodge military truck, where several of our captured soldiers were already lying wearily around the truck. Amidst the chaotic and noisy shouting, I intermittently heard the voice of Captain Hanks who was walking out of the room with a microphone in his hand: "Yes, we were attacked by the Communist Party's self-propelled 155 howitzers, and the battlefield losses are being assessed , Submit the statistical data in ten minutes. No, the reserve team can't start now. The Chinese dispatched armored forces to attack our follow-up forces in area 62. I already know this. The United Star has arrived at area 56, and we are exchanging data .The helicopter wing has been dispatched? Okay. I will immediately hand over the coordination of the theater to Brigadier General Hawke." Leaning against the wheel, I squint as an officer standing on top of an armored vehicle methodically directs traffic.Not far away, a sergeant was using a walkie-talkie to call a transport helicopter and instruct his subordinates to arrange landing signals. A group of enemy combat helicopters passed over our heads. The enemy's tactical response capabilities are still very skilled, and they have begun to increase the air strike and reconnaissance forces in the combat area. "boom!" Another munitions depot exploded, and this time the explosion was closer to us. A light Humvee was turned upside down, parts of the bombed truck were flying around, and the devil soldiers all around fell down.The panicked Japanese soldiers cursed loudly at the slow-moving damage control personnel, and an officer was directing the personnel to evacuate from the explosion site with a loudspeaker microphone in hand. "Why haven't the security forces found the Chinese yet? I ordered them to crush these Chinese militiamen to death like bedbugs." Captain Hanks angrily gave orders to his subordinates. "How come our artillery is so accurate, so that it hits the enemy's hidden rear assembly area impartially? Almost all the enemy's equipment and garrisons are protected by field camouflage. It is impossible for our reconnaissance satellites to find this target so easily. Yes. Looking at the surrounding situation, the enemy's troops here should be the station of a mixed assault reserve group, including armored troops, as well as vehicles and technical equipment of air defense troops, electronic warfare troops, and engineering troops. Obviously, the enemy treats us like this The scale of long-range precision bombing is completely unprepared." I was secretly amazed at the reconnaissance and long-range bombing combat effectiveness of my troops.I heard from Captain Guizi just now that our armored counterattack force has taken advantage of the chaos and started tactical counterattack operations. I don't know if it is the newly added Northern Front Army's vanguard assault group or the mechanized armored force directly under our division.In any case, seeing that the enemy is in such a mess, the position that our battalion is holding should still be in our hands. "I don't know if Lao Liu and the others are still alive." 我开始打量着周围几个我军的被俘战士，但没有一个人我认识。 “快把这些中国猪猡弄上车，我们快点出发。倒霉，我的晚餐泡汤了。” 一个挽着袖子的军士高声喝喊着，指挥士兵把我们几个伤痕累累的俘虏扔进卡车车厢。 两个全副武装的鬼子兵也跟着跳进车厢里，虎视眈眈地盯着我们几个人。汪翻译好像坐进了前面的卡车驾驶室里。看来这小子的地位就那样，前面开路的M2步兵战车没有他的位置，那里可是更安全的地方。 随着发动机的轰鸣声，敌人这支俘虏押运队驶出了一片混乱的鬼子驻地。 躺在摇晃的车厢里，我聆听着外面呼啸的狂风。又要下大雨了，空气中一股浓重带鱼腥的水汽钻进我的鼻孔里。 “山雨欲来风满楼。最后一次陪我的朋友在他那个早已空空如也的电脑公司喝酒的夜晚就是现在这副情景，整个城市被那场突如其来的暴雨浇个透湿。” 我苦笑着发现自己又陷入回忆。 痛苦地与颠簸的车厢对抗着，我现在身上几乎没有一块完好的地方可以承担与地板的撞击。 “你们这群肮脏的猪猡。” 一个鬼子兵不满我身边一个战士痛苦的呻吟，上去踹了他一脚。 “嘿，美国人，你们不是自以为是离上帝最近的民族吗？我想你们的结论是正确的，你们确实离上帝最近。” 我实在忍不住一腔的怒火，开口用蹩脚的英语反击他们。 旁边的一个军士拦腰抱住了听懂我的话意思的那个家伙，那小子暴跳如雷地打算用他手里的M16打爆我的头。 大雨终于落了下来，雨点顺着车厢边缘随风飘进来。雨真大，外面本来已经漆黑一团的天空现在更加难以分辨远处的景物。 鬼子车队的前进速度明显慢下来，前面的装甲步兵战车不得不放慢速度以便让后面的卡车能够跟上来。 公路因为战火的蹂躏已经变得坑坑洼洼，隔几米就有弹坑。虽然敌人已经用工程机械紧急修复了这一段道路，但是仍然崎岖难行。 “还有多长的路要走？” 一个鬼子兵问他身边的人。 “照这个速度我们大概需要半个小时。我们去师部，希望能够赶上那里的晚饭时间。这该死的大雨。” 旁边的人答道。 一声巨响打断这两个人的闲聊。前面驾驶室里的司机一个急刹车，卡车停在路中间。 “见鬼！M2完蛋了！你们快去看看还有没有活着的人，注意警戒。快呼叫总部支援。有中国人埋伏！” 前面的司机开始狂呼起来。 押运我们的军士跳下车，开始指挥其他人戴上微光夜视仪散开警戒线。 漆黑的夜晚里暴雨遮盖住了伏击者的所有踪迹。 这里是一片农田，公路的两侧已经长满了没有人整理的农作物和杂草，雨水打在这些在夜风中摇曳的植物上，发出稠密的沙沙声。 刚才的爆炸彻底把M2掀个底朝天，战车的一边履带被炸得无影无踪。从卡车上跳下来的四个鬼子兵迅速匍匐在四周。 周围忽然变得安静异常，只有倾盆大雨冲刷着这个黑暗而又不安的世界的声音。所有的人都屏住呼吸竖起耳朵揣测周围的变化。敌人也在耐心而又恐惧地搜寻着刚才爆炸的制造者，也许他们就埋伏在周围的田埂里，也许他们早就逃之夭夭。 匍匐在公路上的鬼子兵小声地交换着意见。 一阵轻微的窸窣声在我的身后响起，我扭头一看，是个伤势较轻的战士小心地爬向车厢的后边。那个战士把手指放在嘴边示意大家别出动静，然后自己小心地从卡车后车厢的挡板探起头来。雨水很大，他眯着眼小心地探察着敌人的位置。其他几个战士和我都小心地爬到后面。 “敌人分四个角警戒，前面的司机和汉奸翻译也没注意我们。大家分头行动，我们两个人对付他们一个，先收拾后面两个。注意夺枪和手雷，万一不行咱们就拉响鬼子的手雷。”我悄悄地在大家耳边说道。 对我们这些身陷囹圄的人来说，只要有一线希望大家就不会放弃。沿着车帮我们开始一个个小心地摸下卡车，这时候自己身上的伤痛已经被活下去的渴望压制下去了。我们一共六个伤员，其中伤势较轻而又结实一点的战士只有两个，我被分配到伏击左前方敌人的任务。 此时的大雨几乎处于巅峰状态，天地一线的雨水拍击着地面和车篷顶。当冰凉的雨水漫过解放鞋的鞋面渗进鞋里的时候，我不禁打个冷战。 敌人还没有注意到我们几个伤员俘虏的动作，当四个战士小心翼翼地靠上去的时候，我的心脏开始剧烈地跳动。伏下身，我等待着前面将要听到动静的鬼子兵。 “抱住他的腿，然后争取把他推倒在地。这样我们的人就可以收拾他了。” 我开始暗暗咬牙。 it has started! 从眼角的余光里我隐约看见我们的战士猛然扑倒在敌人身上，两个敌人几乎同时被摁住。六个人在雨水中扭打起来。 鬼子兵被突然的偷袭弄晕了，开始大声叫喊同伴的支援。由于这两个鬼子先前都是匍匐在地上，有武器在手上却没有办法开火，我们各有一个人夺枪，另外一个人则搂着鬼子的腰并努力摘下敌人腰间悬挂着的手雷。 混乱中左边的鬼子已经警觉地爬起来端着枪冲了过来。 “是机会了！” 我瞅准时间暗喝一声，突然从车后面扑出，一把抱住鬼子的双腿。 boom!The gun went off.不知道是从什么地方飞出的子弹。 当我一把拖住鬼子双腿并顺势把他扑倒在地的时候，敌人没有任何挣扎的意思。我没有迟疑，一个翻身把鬼子身边的步枪搂在怀里。 步枪的保险已经打开，我直起腰来朝还躺在地上的鬼子一个扫射，然后顺势滚进旁边的水沟里。 车后面枪声已经响成一片，可能是右面的鬼子正在开火。把枪挎在肩上，我猫着腰沿着排水沟紧走几步，枪口始终对准车后面正在开火的敌人。 M16连发形成的枪口焰在夜雨中明灭，敌人的身影也在此时暴露出来。子弹在公路上追逐着我们的战士，被反弹起来的弹头发出怪异的啸声从我耳旁掠过。 没有迟疑，我抬手给了鬼子一梭子，曳光弹的弹头飞速地穿过十几米的距离然后全部扎进敌人的胸部。鬼子悲鸣着栽倒在地上。 Da da da! 一溜火光在我前面的路基上向我席卷过来，我赶快俯身向旁边快跑了几步。 当我再次猛然端着枪站起的时候，公路上已经没有活动的物体。 “别让鬼子跑了！” 从对面黑暗的田野中传来中国人的声音。是自己人，还带着当地的方言。 当我从积水及腰的水沟里艰难地爬到路基上的时候，发现自己几乎筋疲力尽，眼睛也进了水，什么也看不清。雨水沿着领口灌进我的衣服里，背心已经像膏药一样贴在我的胸前背后，令人难受之极，我躺在雨水里大口地喘息着。 “还有两个活着的，是自己人，一个还伤得挺重的。快来几个人。” 一个人已经站在我的旁边大声朝后面招呼。 黑暗中几个人靠上来巡视还躺在地上的我。 “还能走吗？” 一个人低头关切地问道。 我疲倦地点点头又摇头，自己都不知该如何回答。我已经一整天没有吃饭。 “看样子是被鬼子抓走的战士，两个都好像伤得不轻，大家帮忙抬一下。” 一个头目模样的人开始指挥周围的人。 “快走，鬼子好像出动了！”一个人从田野的另一头边跑过来边喊道。 “队长，两个俘虏怎么办？老规矩，宰掉？” 一个人向这个队长请示。 “等等，端木同志要我们帮他找个舌头，就他俩。带回去。” 队长迅速指挥这帮可能是我们的民兵的人向夜雨的深处前进。 “三蛋，我在鬼子尸体下面留了颗压发雷。不知道哪个倒霉鬼会中头奖。哈哈！” 走在这个被叫做三蛋队长旁边的家伙说道，听声音他应该是一脸得意的样子。 “小心前面有道坎！妈的，这个夜视仪用得很不习惯。” 队长边指挥前进队伍边回口。 “老胡，怎么回事嘛，都一个星期了还叫不清我的名字。记住了，我的外号叫撒旦，不是三蛋！” 这个给自己取“撒旦”外号的队长再一次认真地纠正旁边民兵的错误。 “哎呀，一个音嘛。” 那个民兵打趣道。 大约走了一个小时，我们这队人马到达临时宿营地。 这是间简陋的民房，房间里还在哗哗地漏着雨。 “队长，我们的特种兵已经来过。”房间里迎出一个人。 “哦！什么时候离开的？” 撒旦队长问道。 “半个小时前。端木队长说叫大家赶快转移到木头垄，敌人可能会扩大搜索范围。端木队长他们今晚去破袭敌人的通信指挥机构，我们的反击部队今天晚上已经开始反击作战，端木队长率领特种兵们正在策应部队进攻呢。对了，特种兵傍晚的时候引导我们炮兵把鬼子预备队一阵好揍，据说炸死了好几百敌人！” 那人还在夸耀端木他们的功绩。 “队长，有个咱们的伤员不对劲，发高烧一直没退。” 一个游击队员匆匆跑过来。 “咱们不能在这里停留，大家赶快收拾一下，到木头垄去。那里有咱们的医疗队。” 撒旦队长迅速指挥民兵们收拾房间，布置了几颗反步兵压发雷。 一个民兵在我身上披上雨衣，两个人把我弄上担架后跟着大部队沿着山脚前进。 敌人今晚异常忙乱，我们不停地寻找隐蔽的位置躲避鬼子不时掠过头顶的直升机。从夜雨迷蒙的远处不断传来炮火轰鸣的声音。 “不知道咱们的反击部队现在进展怎样了？” 我躺在担架上暗暗想着，眼前不断浮现起前两天阵地战斗的一幕幕。 “山上怎么没有信号回复？不对，有情况！” 队长迅速通知大家隐蔽。 “停止前进！就地隐蔽！” 前面有人压着嗓子低声向后面传话。 前进中的队伍突然停顿下来，在暗夜中趑趄而行的民兵们纷纷从肩上摘下武器，队伍里的气氛顿时紧张起来。 “老胡，带一个班的人从侧面绕到左边的山顶上，带上高机，准备掩护我们运动，注意鬼子直升机来的方向。老查，你带一个班警戒右面。俘虏和伤员放在山坳里，留两个人看守。其他人跟我来。” 当两个民兵迅速将担架抬到山坳里一处大石头后面的时候，前面已经发生了激烈的交火。 “是鬼子特种兵！我们被兜住了！” 黑暗中有人惊慌地低声说道。 “敌人还没圈上来，快占领高地。不要慌！机枪注意掩护！” 队长迅速下达战斗指令。 在阵阵强烈的夜风中，四散溅落的雨点在小口径榴弹爆炸的火光里时隐时现，被爆炸撕碎后纷飞的松树枝叶在夜风里打着旋，卷带起来的泥浆和石块敲击在岩石上发出劈啪的声响。民兵们纷纷开始艰难地寻找着黑夜里的不速之客，56式、81式步枪与81式轻机枪炒豆般的短点射声和40火箭弹沉闷的爆炸声，间或夹杂着手雷的一连串清脆爆炸声在山谷里回荡。从密集的火力看来敌人数量不少。鬼子在夜雨中的射击技术真的不错，准确的点射让民兵们无法从容运动，很快我们开始出现伤亡。 当我用手遮挡着雨水抬起头看山顶的情形的时候，看见一名中弹的民兵从岩石的高处重重地落在我的旁边，步枪砸在石头上迸出点点火星；趁着明灭不定的火光，我看见他胸口喷溅出来的鲜血迅速洇红了身体下面的岩石，旋即被瓢泼大雨冲刷开来，一道道鲜红的水流深深地浸漫入潮湿的杂草之中。 我从担架上翻滚下来，艰难地爬上岩石把他的身体翻转过来，在炮火的闪光里我看清他苍白的面孔。这是一张中年农民的脸庞，厚厚的嘴唇微张着，但脸上已经没有生命的气息。他乌黑的眼睛睁得很大，直直地看着夜空，水珠顺着被雨水浸得透湿的发梢无力地一颗颗落向地面。 托起他的头，我试图唤醒他，雨滴流进我的嘴，带着微微的咸味。抱着他低垂的头颅，我无力地躺在岩石上一动不动，任凭雨水冲刷着我的身体，被爆炸卷扬起来的泥浆不时混合着雨水泼洒在我的身上。 天空中一声剧烈的爆炸把我的灵魂唤醒了，我迟钝地仰头看着天空。 一团巨大的火球正在燃烧着向地面坠落，旁边一条快速飞行的物体正拖着明亮的轨迹追逐着黑暗中的猎物。很快，第二个明亮的火球出现在天空之中，剧烈的爆炸声随后回响在空旷的山谷里。 “是我们的部队伏击了鬼子前来支援的直升机！”我立刻挺直身体，半山腰人们的喧哗声也传入我的耳中。 “咱们的特种兵来了，大家坚持住！” “不要让狗日的跑了一个！” “枪！枪在哪里？” 我开始在黑暗中摸索着刚才牺牲民兵留下的那枝枪。 好半晌，我满手泥污地抓住那枝躺在石头缝里的步枪。 手脚并用，我吭哧吭哧地爬上一块岩石。 敌人开始撤退了，飞快地穿过前面的平原试图撤到远处自己的防区去。四处都是我们的人在开火，子弹和炮弹集中攒射还在田埂里断后的鬼子。 夜雨中瞄准射击根本没有准头，我费力地向鬼子开火的大致方向还击。 弹匣里的十几颗子弹很快被泼洒出去，我只能眼睁睁看着鬼子消失在黑暗的尽头。 “鬼子撤了，大家赶快收拾一下准备走！” 一个人站在半山腰指挥大家准备转移。 当一个民兵走过来准备搀扶我站起来的时候，我才发现自己已经没有力气动弹。民兵们在战斗中伤亡数量很大，已经没有人手给我们两个被解救的伤员俘虏抬担架。 一个年轻的民兵背着我默默地走在撤退队伍里，特种兵的身影隐约出现在道路的两侧，借着天空中的闪电我依稀看见一个特种兵身上背着的12.7毫米口径反器材狙击步枪壮硕的枪管。 “队长同志，你提醒大家快走，我们还有其他任务。敌人虽然无法在这种天气出动重装甲部队进行扫荡，但是很快就会出动空中搜索部队。你们现在无法回去，再说还有这么多伤员要处理。还是直接到田家岭一带和我们大部队会合吧。前面鬼子撒布的战场传感器基本被我们的部队给清理干净了。” 一名军官正在和撒旦队长交代任务。 “那，你们不要掩护吗？在这一带活动我们可以帮得上很大的忙啊！” 撒旦队长有些不甘心。 “还有其他的游击分队在和我们配合。你们遭伏击就是他们转告我们的，鬼子一出动我们就来了。只是路上鬼子设置的传感器太多，我们才来迟了。” 军官一边说，一边仔细地注意收听耳机里传来的消息。 “今天我军正在实施阵地反击作战，几乎所有在敌占区活动的游击队和特种部队都在配合作战。待会我们还有些特殊任务要完成。你们现在的战斗力和机动能力不够，暂时没有办法配合作战。所以我建议你们还是暂时休整一下。” “那，我们就不拖累你们了。你们多加小心啊！” 撒旦队长极不甘心地看着特种兵们消失在夜色里，一脸失望。 有了上半夜的伏击，前进的队伍更加小心，不时停下来进行侦察。 我们这支小分队接近田家岭的时候，前方激烈的战斗还在持续着。天空中双方作战飞机发动机发出的明灭不定的尾焰宛若迷雾中闪烁的流星，远处密集的大口径炮弹擦出斑驳的轨迹成群结队地掠过一座座山丘，天边山头上燃着的有些惨淡的红色火光在雨幕的映射下发出诡异的色彩。 攀缘上一座小山丘后队伍停了下来，前面那座山就是田家岭。队长派三个民兵前往山下寻找我们的警戒人员。疲惫不堪而又紧张了好几个小时的民兵们七倒八歪地随意躺在山丘顶上。背我的小伙子把我轻轻放在地上。 还好，敌人不屑拿走我身上的私人物品。我抬腕看看，现在是凌晨两点。 过会儿，负责联络的民兵回来了。山那边是我们部队的一个临时集结地，我们必须快点行动，因为我军这个集结点的人员车辆必须在天亮前转移干净。大家在队长的催促下一溜小跑地奔赴集结地。下山的时候背我的小伙子一个踉跄，结果我和他一起从山坡上滚下去，两个人彻底成了泥人。 这是个后勤和工程兵部队的集结地，公路两侧停放着工程车辆和后勤补给车辆，所有车辆都披挂着防红外伪装布。 我们两个伤员和其他几个受伤的民兵被迅速送进野战医院的急救帐篷。 帐篷里浓郁的来苏水的味道让我昏昏欲睡，蒙眬中有护士给我冲个澡。医生检查了我的身体，确定除头部外没有其他地方有什么大的伤口后给我挂上一瓶葡萄糖。 躺在行军床上看着帐篷顶端悬挂的应急灯在夜风中摇曳，几只小虫子围着灯管不知疲倦地飞翔着，我的眼皮变得酸涩起来。 周围的医生护士开始异常忙碌起来，前线又有一批伤员被送进来。并不宽敞的野战帐篷变得异常拥挤。我们先到的一批伤员们很快被战士们抬到卡车和吉普车上去。脑袋被包扎好后，我也被抬进一辆吉普车，输液瓶被护士挂在车篷顶上。 敌人还击的炮火已经落到周围的山丘顶上，感觉爆炸好像近在咫尺。 “快点转移，敌人已经在扩大搜索范围，我们今晚的反击作战已经完成任务。前线部队准备撤退转移。你们现在就出发。” 车外一个人大声地和司机说话。 “大家不要惊慌，敌人这是盲目射击。车队注意顺序。出发！” 前面车队的指挥员开始带领车队向后方纵深前进。 这本来是辆拉毛毯的吉普车，大部分毛毯已经被取走，剩下最后一条就垫在我的身下，整个后车厢散发着羊毛和腈纶温暖的混合味道。 我仰面躺在后车厢里，感觉着奔驰在山间公路上的颠簸，熟悉的吉普引擎声从下面传来，毛毯发出微微地颤动。我的头靠在司机旁边已经拆掉的坐位上，下面放着司机的夹克。外面的雨好像小了一点，雨点打在车篷的顶上发出闷闷的劈啪声。车里比较昏暗，间或远处的闪电掠过雨幕照亮后车厢。 看着顶棚上来回晃悠的吊瓶，肺部充满了好闻的羊毛和腈纶的气息，要不是右边大腿还在隐隐作痛，我几乎要舒服地喊出来。 “回家的感觉真好！” 我想自己应该是满脸幸福。这一天一夜发生这么多事情，我现在反而没有睡意。 “我说哥们，你怎么受伤的？是北方下来的装甲步兵吗？” 前面的司机一边小心地开车一边问道。 “不，我是步兵。昨天晚上反击作战的时候受的伤。够倒霉！受伤不说，还被鬼子抓走了一天。” 小心地把身体转向左面，我回答道。 想起白天被鬼子折磨的情景，我的牙齿就磨得嘎吱直响。还好，自己当时已经没有什么体力，挨了几脚就昏厥过去了，否则如果被鬼子一直拳打脚踢着，还不知道我身上要断几根骨头。在急救帐篷里迷糊中听检查我的医生说大概大腿和手臂有些骨裂腹部有些淤血内脏有些破裂身体血压偏低什么的。像我这样的情况只能算个轻伤，前沿急救中心没有时间处理我这样的伤号，只能就地转移到后方去。急救中心的护士水准可不错，让人印象深刻，拿起小水枪三下五除二就给我来了个全身清洁，整个像收拾动物园的动物一样。 “哇！那你够幸运的。是自己逃出来的？” 司机接着问我。 “是伏击的民兵们把我给救下来的。” 说到这里，我开始努力回忆救下我的那个民兵队长的容貌。由于晚上一直戴着夜视仪，直到离开我也没有看清楚那个“撒旦”队长的面容，只是记得他壮硕的身材和满口的方言。我开始奇怪他怎么给自己起这么个外号，大概是见到鬼子不留活口的缘故。 “我们这是去哪儿？”