Chapter 17 Chapter Sixteen

Clenching the harmonica tightly, I fell asleep. After two full days without a good rest and another painful encounter, I am exhausted now.I cried for half an hour by Jiang Ye's side before I could control my emotions. In the end, Qu Cheng asked the medical staff to help me clean my body and treat the wound, and then loaded it on the truck to the field hospital. Although I insisted on staying, Qu Cheng insisted on asking the doctor to send me to the hospital after listening to the doctor's examination.My current physical condition is extremely poor. Although I don't have any serious battle trauma, my hemoglobin is terribly low, and I may go into shock on the battlefield at any time, and I don't have the physical strength to continue the fierce battle.Who kept me from exercising for more than ten years before the war broke out.The intensity of the battles I have experienced is unbearable even for well-trained fighters, let alone a young man with an average physique.

The field hospital was located next to the third regiment. After about ten minutes of jolting, I was carried from a stretcher by soldiers into a tunnel.The familiar smell of disinfectant, and of course, the familiar crying and crying. Back in the damn hospital ward, the place I hate so much. I'm in a really bad mood right now. I have to find a way to escape this damn place tomorrow! I secretly made up my mind. When I woke up the next morning, I found an officer sitting sluggishly on a bench next to the wall, with a thick gauze bandage wrapped around his head, and a pair of shiny handcuffs on his hands.

"What happened to that man?" I carefully asked the nurse next to me who was changing the dressing of the patient in the next bed. "Those who escaped from the battle were detained at the regiment headquarters. Last night, they tried to grab the gun and escape, but were wounded. He was actually a company commander." The nurse pouted. Funk! I couldn't help but look carefully at the wounded officer sitting on the chair. The deserter company commander is not very tall, about 1.75 meters.He probably didn't rest all night, and his energy was very weak. His beard hadn't been shaved for several days, and it was messy, which made him even more listless.The person huddled loosely on the chair, a thin mass, with swollen eyes staring straight at somewhere on the ground.If he took off his uniform, I would never be able to associate him with a soldier, just like a criminal.

After observing the deserter company commander for a while, I was a little bored, and stretched my neck to look around. The bed area in the middle and the right side are wounded soldiers, the bed area outside on the left side seems to be some urban civilians, and the tunnel part inside them is the rural people.It is not known who used rainproof plastic to separate the urban civilians from the rural ones. I started to get up and go for a walk, my badly sprained foot from last night was still sore and I was moving carefully with the help of a cane. The bed area of ​​urban residents is obviously cleaner than that of rural residents over there, and domestic waste is concentrated in a few large black plastic bags.But these people get together in twos and threes, unlike the rural people over there who gather together as a bunch of people.

I didn't find the bald middle-aged Hokkien with a loud voice in the hospital last time, but I saw the familiar puppy and mistress at a glance.The girl snuggled into the arms of the fat young man and was whispering something. I'm a little disappointed, I don't know if the Fujianese are still alive. Leaning on crutches, I continued to walk inside.There was a smell of urine in the tunnel inside, probably these children unleashed it in the corner at will.The children were playing and playing together, most of them were boys, but the girls next to them were much quieter.The boys were playing with glass balls and digging shallow holes in the ground; the girls were tossing a hairless plastic doll with a dying battery and a slightly distorted simulated baby cry.

At this time, a surgical trolley was pushed out from the operating room at the end of the tunnel. I looked up and saw that the middle-aged man from Fujian was meeting him outside the operating room? The man from Fujian came towards me pushing the operating trolley. He was wearing a light yellow summer casual suit and was spotless. girl. The Fujianese thanked the doctors and nurses next to him while carefully pushing the operating trolley. When he passed by me, I said hello to him. The Fujianese were a little taken aback, and immediately nodded at me with a slight smile on his lips.He probably hasn't seen me. I listened to him from a distance when I was in the mountain hospital last time, but I had a pretty good impression of him, so I rashly greeted him.

"you are……" The Fujianese helped the nurse carefully place the girl on the operating bed on the hospital bed, then turned and asked me. "Oh. I saw you last time at the mountain hospital." I said embarrassedly. "Then please sit down, then please sit down." The Fujianese quickly greeted me to sit down. "This is?" I looked at the girl on the hospital bed and asked. The girl was sleeping soundly, with slightly disheveled bangs softly covering her thin and pale face. "It's my daughter. She had a kidney problem last month, and she hasn't recovered. She's on dialysis."

The Fujianese's words were a little desolate and helpless, with a strong nasal voice in his low and hoarse voice, and a strand of hair rested on the wrinkles on his forehead. I noticed the white hair on his temples and the bloodshot eyes. It seems that the father has been taking good care of his daughter, but he is getting more and more haggard. "Where's your wife?" I asked. "Lost." The Fujianese lowered his head and gently tucked his daughter's quilt. "Are you from Fujian?" I asked again. "No, I am Taiwanese and my ancestral home is in Fujian."

Leaning forward, the slightly upturned corners of the Taiwanese mouth were drawn to the sides, forming a smile. I also laughed at the side, trying to dilute the dignified atmosphere in front of me. In the morning, I chatted with the Taiwanese without saying a word. His surname is Feng, and I will call him Mr. Feng. Mr. Feng has already settled down in Fujian and opened a semiconductor memory processing factory. Before the war broke out, he had been doing business with domestic electronics manufacturers.After the outbreak of the war, the processing factory was the first enterprise to relocate, and Mr. Feng also moved along with the factory.But when we were near our city, he was caught up by the enemy assault troops, the equipment was almost blown up, and he was separated from his wife. What's worse, his daughter suffered from kidney failure at this critical time. Mr. Feng could only make do with it. Give emergency treatment to daughter in city hospital.When the troops moved to the mountainous area, Mr. Feng and his daughter also moved with him, because the child's illness required timely dialysis.Where else can I find healing equipment in this turbulent time?

I asked him what he planned to do after the war, and he said that he would continue to open an IT production factory, and he would open a larger and more advanced factory, using the US war reparations.I asked him how he knew we were going to win, and his mouth tightened, his attitude was unusually determined. A persistent businessman.I joked that after the war, as long as we were both alive, I would work as an accountant in his factory. Mr. Feng looked at me seriously and agreed. At noon, the nurses delivered meals to the patients one by one, and when passing by the group of little boys, the naughty little guys swarmed up.During the war, all the people in the hospital were rationed. These little boys were in the developmental period, and they couldn't get enough to eat. When they saw the patient's meal being pushed up, they couldn't help but come forward to watch it, even if they wanted to smell it.

In the chaos, a boy who came forward to help spilled the boxed lunch he was holding in his hand, and a frightened middle-aged man behind him tried his best to hold the child down and beat his butt, very hard.This time the naughty child probably completely angered the middle-aged man. The child who was already terrified by the scene before him began to cry bitterly. The dozen or so frightened children beside him also started to cry, and the tunnel was suddenly in chaos.The nurse who was pushing the cart to deliver the meal froze in bewilderment.A box lunch was spilled, and a sick soldier had no food to eat. A middle-aged woman in ragged clothes and a big belly lying on the hospital bed next to her handed the boxed lunch to the nurse with difficulty, apologizing in haste and beckoning her to return the boxed lunch to the soldier. Standing there in embarrassment, the nurse didn't know whether to answer or not. Seeing this, a slightly wounded person who was helping at the side quickly blocked the middle-aged rural woman's hand, turned around and put his boxed lunch on the bedside of the seriously ill patient.While signaling the nurses to continue distributing lunch to the soldiers, the lightly wounded man walked up to the child's father and pulled the child in front of him to hug him.Now the child's father was stunned, not knowing what to do. The fat young man on the front bed stood up and said dissatisfiedly to his girlfriend next to him: "This is the group of rural people. They have been a bunch of children all their lives. They have made the country poor, and they are arguing to death every day." A few people next to him also began to chime in boredly, pointing and cursing at the rural middle-aged man. The middle-aged rural man didn't seem to hear, and sat back on the bed by himself. When the nurse walked by us, Mr. Feng said: "Comrade Xiao Wu, can you give my share to the PLA soldier just now, I have no appetite today." The nurse seemed to know Mr. Feng very well, and replied with a sweet smile: "Mr. Feng, it's okay, we still have spare meals. You don't have to worry." After finishing speaking, Nurse Wu gently placed the lunch box on the bedside, and took a closer look at the sleeping girl. "Your daughter seems to be getting better these days." "Yes. Thanks to your careful care, I, Feng, don't even know how to repay." Mr. Feng looked at the nurse gratefully. In the afternoon, another group of wounded arrived, and the tunnel was suddenly in a state of turmoil.There were not enough doctors and nurses, so a doctor stood at the door and called for help. The slightly wounded who were able to move freely went up, and then the rural crowd, as long as they were able to move forward, stepped forward to help, and even their group of children followed behind in a swarm.But among the city people here, no one moved, only Mr. Feng walked up to help carry the drip bottle. I wanted to go forward to join in the fun, but the doctor turned me back because I was in the way, and the crutches were confiscated for the other newly wounded. Depressed life. The next day my ankle started to heal and I was able to walk on my own, and I started walking around with a cautious limp. The deserter company commander was escorted over for treatment every day, and his injuries seemed to be quite serious.I once snuggled near the treatment room and looked inside. The deserter company commander's head was injured to the skull. A nurse carefully buckled a bowl-shaped thing over his wound and wrapped it with a gauze bandage.The deserter company commander's hands were handcuffed from beginning to end, but today he was in a relatively normal mood, just staring straight at the nurse blankly. In the afternoon, when I was chatting next to Mr. Feng, two children passed by us playing, and the fat young man who was lying on the hospital bed in front started looking for trouble. "Child, come here. Throw these garbage bags outside for me." The fat guy ordered fiercely. This is probably because the children of the siblings were startled by the sudden appearance of the voice, and the little boy hid nervously behind his sister. "Did you hear me! Calling you, it's not like I haven't taken out the garbage before. It's really mentally handicapped!" The hostess of the puppy next to him yelled loudly in disgust. The little girl hesitated, not knowing whether to leave or follow the words of the two adults in front of her to carry the garbage bag. I carefully looked at the siblings in front of me, and felt as if I had seen them somewhere, but couldn't remember. "Zhaodi, what are you doing there, why don't you come over?" A companion at the entrance of the tunnel shouted and waved to them. Zhao Di! I remembered, aren't they the two children rescued by Lao Liu in the town? Seeing that the two children in front of him didn't obey, the fat young man next to him was even more fierce, waving his old fists. Mr. Feng next to me couldn't stand it anymore, and was about to stand up, so I quickly held down Lao Feng. "Zhou Zhaodi, come to Uncle Liberation Army." I greet the frightened little guys in front of me. The little girl obviously didn't expect that someone here would know her name, and she was a PLA.After being dazed for a moment, I dragged my younger brother to me, and I gently stroked the heads of the two children. "Have you found any relatives? Where are your parents?" I leaned over and asked. The white and fat young man lying on the bed in front obviously didn't expect that there were soldiers who knew these two children, so he shrank his neck and said nothing. The two children I pulled into my arms were saddened by me inappropriately. The little girl's mouth immediately shrunk, and tears began to roll in her eyes. The younger brother beside her couldn't control her emotions. Shouting uncle, he burst into tears. It seems that these two children who have no father and no mother have suffered a lot of grievances during this period of time. When the younger brother cried, the older sister also cried.Their age, the elder sister is estimated to be eleven or twelve years old, and the younger brother is even younger, about seven or eight years old.I don't know how many of these children began to taste the taste of losing their parents at a young age during this war, and lived a life of displacement. It took me a long time to figure out their situation from the little girl.After fighting in the small town, the children were taken in by a middle-aged woman, but the woman was soon seriously injured by the devils in the enemy's artillery bombardment. The surrounding people thought they were disaster stars, and no one would take them in.In the end, the two children were brought here by the director of the hospital, Zhang, and there was no place to house them, so they made do and squeezed among the rural people. Having been dominated by people around her for so long, the little girl has been silently suppressing her feelings.Without the care of their parents, wouldn't these two children live at the bottom of society? After listening to the girl's words, Lao Feng pulled the little girl over. "Girl, if you don't mind, follow Uncle first. When the war is over, Uncle will help you find your parents." Mr. Feng patted Zhaodi on the back to comfort the crying little girl. The battle ahead is getting more intense. According to the battle reports, our Southwest and North Fronts have successfully cut the besieged enemy into several pieces, especially the enemies closest to the southwest and northwest that were almost eaten up by us.Now there are only the besieged enemy troops in the southeast and northeast directions. Because the combat system is still relatively complete and the engineering troops in hand have been used to build solid fortifications in advance, it is still relatively difficult for our army to attack these two largest enemy troops. .However, because the supply line is almost completely cut off, the combat effectiveness of the enemy army is declining at an exponential rate. The Americans have never won a battle without logistics, and it seems that this time will be no exception. The wrong prediction of the offensive and defensive peak of the war made the enemy finally pay a heavy price. Although this peak has been predicted countless times by the Joint Chiefs of Staff, there are always some factors in the war that cannot be solved by mathematical formulas. The mechanized assault troops of our two front armies are also almost exhausted, and the production supplies cannot make up for the amount of battle damage on the front line.Now the offensive force mainly relies on infantry coordination and a certain degree of air force ground strike fire support to gradually advance, but the maneuver speed of this offensive method is obviously unable to achieve the effect of high-speed and deep penetration, and it is impossible to make drastic cuts like in the early days of the battle. To tear apart the enemy's defense line for dozens of kilometers, can only erode the enemy's defensive positions inch by inch. However, the life of the besieged enemy army is not much better. Due to the continuous torrential rain in the war zone, the entire war zone has become a huge swamp country.Originally, this large area was the traditional flood-prone area of ​​the Yangtze River. In addition, the Three Gorges Dam was severely damaged during the war and no personnel participated in flood rescue. This flood disaster is unprecedented in the Yangtze River Basin.All the low-lying areas were submerged in the flood, the mechanized troops became crippled instead, and tanks and armored vehicles could only be used as fixed fortresses.Not to mention the huge number of wheeled vehicles, they cannot maneuver at all.It seems that after the war, the Americans should honestly re-develop tracked heavy armor units with amphibious maneuverability. The defensive troops of the first three regiments were still under tremendous offensive pressure. Although we successfully blocked the enemy in the 113 theater for two days and nights, and the mechanized assault group continued to attack the enemy's flanks in the dark, the replenished enemy did not have any It is a sign of weakening combat effectiveness; on the contrary, in addition to strengthening the frontal continuous assault, the enemy keeps sending special forces to infiltrate our defense line to find and destroy our microwave suppression system. The microwave suppression system is one of the most important means for us to deter the enemy's information warfare, and the protection of microwave transmitters has become the top priority of every defense force.If the light microwave countermeasure system of our company could have attracted the attention of the company leader Lao Tian and the instructor, the position would not be so easily destroyed by the enemy in one day. The Northern Front has been sending supplemental new microwave countermeasure systems to all levels of our defense line, and now we have hundreds of transmitters working on our entire eastern defense line.From small battalion-level jamming transmitters with a jamming distance of three or four kilometers to heavy-duty transmitters with an operating distance of 10,000 meters, the electromagnetic jamming and suppression capabilities of the Eastern Front troops have not weakened, but have been strengthened day by day. The enemy has been sending special forces and death squads to infiltrate the third regiment's microwave station to destroy it for the past two days, and the two sides have fought fiercely in nearby positions many times. In the evening, the hospital was notified to prepare for the transfer.This place is too close to the front line, God knows when the position of the third regiment will be broken by the enemy.In the past two days, the enemy's suppressed artillery fire has been exploding around our hospital. In the morning, a child was killed because he couldn't escape, and the child's parents cried loudly. Carefully concealing the sprain on my foot, I successfully sneaked into the security forces by virtue of my good appearance.With my new-issue rifle in hand, it looks like I have hope of getting out of this damn place as soon as possible. Before departure, everyone had dinner in advance, because the resettlement work may last overnight, and the new location of the hospital is near the headquarters of the 203rd Division. The deserter officer who had just finished the wound examination also ate with us. I heard from the escorting soldier next to him that his name was Liu Haixiao, and he was the company commander who lost the key commanding heights of the 110 theater! The dinner was made very hastily. Although there was lunch meat in it, the portion was not enough. Our security forces can only chew compressed biscuits, but it is not bad, there is hot vegetable soup. Some civilians can only get biscuits and vegetable soup. Rural people have no problem, because the biscuit tastes good, and it's better than starving.But some urban people quit. Seeing Liu Haixiao picking up the lunch box, the angry white and fat young man finally couldn't help but rushed to us. "Why feed him? A deserter! A traitor!" Holding the biscuit in his hand, the young man's face turned green. Several people behind him also started clamoring. "Go back to your seat." I said seriously to the kid. "We are defending our home and country, and we eat this kind of food. But this food actually eats big fish and meat!" The fat and white young man screamed angrily, holding the compressed biscuit in front of me, and the saliva from his mouth splashed on my face.His perfume went straight to my nose. us?This kid actually used the word "we"? My stomach was churning, and I suddenly lost my appetite. Putting down the soup bowl, I stood up and clicked the bolt. "Do you hear me, go back!" I whispered. "You shoot! Shoot at your own people! You can't fight devils, but you can deal with ordinary people!" The white and fat young man who didn't get what he wanted started to play around. It seems that this kid has already gained experience in making troubles. A few middle-aged urbanites who were equally depressed holding biscuits in the back also took the opportunity to lean up to vent, you shouted at each other. "I'm fucking defending someone like you?" Liu Hai Tsunami, who was sitting on the chair, couldn't bear it anymore. He suddenly threw the food in his hands onto the face of the fat and white young man. The fat white boy who was completely enraged screamed and prepared to fight. "Stop! Back off!" A loud roar came from behind, shocking the civilians present.The fat boy backed away cursingly, and even spit on Liu Haixiao when he turned around. The one who yelled just now was the commander of our security force. After clarifying the situation, he said to these urban residents who were still aggrieved: "This is our policy. Even if the enemy captures us, we will treat it like this. You are not against the army policy. Know." "Soldiers know how to speak nice words. Here they send us compressed biscuits. Who prepared so many delicious things in the kitchen? Who else can we ordinary people trust? We created China in the 21st century, but now you are even responding to it. I can’t do my best.” A middle-aged man pushed through the crowd and said angrily. what!Keep something delicious for yourself! More city people who didn't know what to do around crowded in. The commander of the security force looked at the impassioned middle-aged man in front of him, and couldn't help laughing at the corner of his eyes. "What, sending you biscuits is abusing our hard-working nation builders? Yes, there are nutritious meals in the kitchen, but they are not for you, and they are not for me. They are for our information warfare command center. They were prepared by the engineers who worked with injuries. Why, are you not convinced? What earth-shattering things have you done? It’s amazing? It’s great? The prosperity of China in the 21st century was created by you people? Wrong, you are the masters of these dazzling cities. You bustlingly created the prosperity of the cities, leaving those workers and peasants stunned. They can’t understand everything in front of them after spending their entire lives. No matter how much they learn and imitate I will never be able to make you agree. That’s right, you are Muze who enjoy Hollywood blockbusters every day, and you are also waiting for the arrival of Western modern civilized life; but what are you waiting for? Bombs, TMD, NMD, and Western nakedness The national interest is the war that has broken countless families. You boast that you are the creator of the country’s modern civilization, but the real national civilization in front of me seems not to be created by you noisy people. Those post-modern and post-post-modern cities are also You didn’t build it with bricks and tiles. Builders? Are you overestimating yourself? Why can’t I see the spirit of dedication in you? What have you changed for China?” The middle-aged man was tongue-tied for a long time and did not say a word. Although I still can't fully understand and agree with the commander's words, I feel very smooth. Shouting, I and a few soldiers of the security force blasted away the group of people who were still unwilling. As night fell, the hospital staff began to transfer. Strict light control was implemented on the highway, and all personnel were repeatedly emphasized not to make a sound.The people in the countryside had nothing to say, and some even helped the doctors and nurses carry medicines for the wounded, and the children followed behind the adults very obediently.This is a matter related to his own life and safety, and the guys who made a fuss just now cooperated very honestly. The top of the mountain behind was as bright as day, and the noise of gunfire was very lively. We know that the soldiers of the first three regiments are using their flesh and blood to resist the invaders wrapped in thick armor. The team set out in the dark, led by trucks loaded with precious medical equipment, which we must move first, because our doctors rely on these precious medicines to save countless soldiers who are dying. A convoy of wounded soldiers and civilians followed, and the trucks and jeeps were full of wounded soldiers and civilians. I sat in the back seat of a jeep with a soldier escorting the deserter company commander, waiting for the team to move slowly forward in the flood zone. "Stop all vehicles! Take cover in place!" Suddenly an order came from behind in a low voice. what happened? I inquired in a low voice, the microwave blocking and suppressing system on the top of the mountain was damaged by the devil special forces, and it will take time to repair. What a fucking bad time! The driver sitting in front cursed angrily in a low voice. But scolding and scolding, the car did not dare to start, and the team could not gather and retreat. Everyone could only hide on the spot, because no one knew if there were any detectors scattered by the devils near us. The people in the jeep carefully controlled their breathing. The driver couldn't help coughing because of a cold, so he quietly covered his mouth with the towel tied around his wrist. We waited for about ten minutes. There is no movement, it seems that the enemy has not noticed our fragile formation.The driver exhaled quietly. Just when everyone thought it was all right, Liu Haixiao who was sitting next to me suddenly struggled and shouted: "Hidden! Hide!" I turned around suddenly, and couldn't help being shocked by the strangeness in the sky. With screams of various tunes, countless shells began to fall towards the direction of our queue. How did the enemy notice the position of our convoy! There is no point in hiding any more, the driver behind the convoy frantically started the vehicle, turned around and drove to a safe position. Too late! The long convoy could not evacuate in all directions on the narrow road, and shells exploded one by one in the convoy in front. Huge fireballs burst out, trucks and jeeps were mercilessly torn apart and thrown, mixed with the cries and screams of countless people.This sudden disaster completely destroyed the equipment and materials of the hospital, and the rapid artillery fire in just five minutes caused us irreparable losses. "What should we do? Ah! Dean Zhang, what should we do!" Not far from me, a military doctor dragged the dean and wept bitterly. "What should I do? Rescue personnel and supplies!" Dean Zhang also yelled anxiously. But how to save it! The road was in a mess, with burning gasoline, broken supplies and fragments of dead bodies all over the ground. "Quick! All soldiers who can act obey the order, and rescue personnel and supplies as soon as possible!" It was the commander of the security force who was commanding loudly. "You stay with the guard." The soldier next to me yelled and jumped out of the car and rushed to the front.Nervously, I stuck my head out of the jeep window and looked ahead at the place where the flames were soaring into the sky. The ground was full of warrior doctors running around, and I was sweating in the car. "Go and help, I'm fine here alone." The deserter company commander next to me said to me coldly. Seeing me silently staring at him, Liu Haixiao silently raised his hands, his eyes lazily staring at the handcuffs that reflected the crystal luster in the firelight. "I won't run away again, trust me." From his eyes, I saw a desolate look like never before, the eyes that should not be possessed by a seven-foot man, as if the fun of life has completely lost its meaning. Silently patted him on the shoulder, I turned around and jumped off the jeep and rushed forward along the muddy road.My sprained ankle was still aching, but all my senses were seized by the horror in front of me. It was an unbearable night. The broken bodies of adults and children lay all over the road, and there were also broken bodies floating in the nearby puddles.The gasoline in the broken fuel tank of the truck flowed all over the ground and burned. The living ran to aid the wounded, searching the roads in vain for the remaining available medicines and instruments. I followed the road, trying to find medicine crates that hadn't been blown up.Walking to the front of the queue, I saw Dean Zhang and the doctor squatting on the ground. The two of them have been deeply robbed by the disasters around them and took away their last hope. The puddles on both sides of the road are still filled with burning gasoline, and the hot and suffocating smell of scorched rubber is exuded from the churning rubber objects. The raindrops falling on the water surface form bubbles, and the ground is full of broken glass shards. Under the reflection of the firelight, the house emits a bright white light, and the white blood plasma liquid attached to the messy objects and wreckage on the ground can be vaguely seen. Dean Zhang was trembling and tugging at his messy white hair. The doctor groped on the ground and cried loudly: "It's all gone, all the plasma is gone! All our plasma! Woo——" His hands were still groping on the ground, but the doctor's fingers had been punctured by shards of glass, and blood flowed down the fingertips onto the glass shards. "do not Cry!" Dean Zhang roared at the doctor next to him with red eyes, his body shaking violently from anger and despair. The doctor who had no strength sat down on the ground while crying.Now that the war has been fought, everyone is on the verge of collapse, and their spirits are extremely fragile. How to comfort them?In this extremely disappointing night, I have nothing to say, and my mind is blank. "It's dangerous here. Maybe the enemy will bomb again. The hospital must continue to be evacuated." My throat felt parched. Swallowing hard, I comforted the doctor who was sitting on the ground crying with snot and tears.He was weak all over, and his legs were still limply on the ground after my heavy body was dragged off the ground. "There are no more hospitals." Whispering, Dean Zhang stood up on hands and feet, and staggered to the water's edge. The defenders on the top of the mountain in the distance are still burning their own lives, and the gloomy night is lit by them. In the world of endless boiling and rolling fire and clouds, in such a long and noisy night, I don't know how many soldiers have found the answer to the end of their lives. The hazy sky is still weeping, I don't know who she is crying for. Another huge fireball was burning and exploding, standing high on the top of a hill under the sky. After staring at the top of the hill for a moment, Dean Zhang was pulling out something in his waist with a trembling right hand. Just when I pulled the doctor up and I was about to call the dean, I suddenly saw him resolutely pull out a pistol from his waist and aim it at his temple. "No!" I threw down the doctor in despair and staggered forward screaming, stretching out my hand and trying to grab the gun from his hand. Too late. Dean Zhang aimed at his temple and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The crisp gunshots shattered my last hope, and the bullet pierced his head mercilessly. The old man's unsupported body fell leisurely to the water. When the doctor got up and ran to my side, Dean Zhang's thin body had already fallen weakly in my arms. With his mouth half-opened, his hands hanging limply to the ground, the old man's gray hair swaying gently in the night wind. Gasoline was still burning fiercely in the puddle next to it, and the flames were being fiddled with by the night wind blowing across the water.A rag doll was lying there alone in the mud next to it, the hair on her head was matted by the rain. "Dean!" The doctor next to him clutched the dean's shoulders with his eyes wide open, tears streaming down his face. "How did the enemy know our location! Isn't it well concealed?" A nurse who was at the back of the queue before the explosion cried and asked people around her. "It's the fat boy's girlfriend. Her dog jumped out of the car suddenly, and then she got out of the car and shouted and chased after her. No matter how everyone stopped, it didn't help. The enemy must have detected something with a sensor." A drenched civilian man said painfully. "Where is that woman!" A soldier furiously grabbed the man who had just spoken. "No, no, I don't know. But that fat boy named Zheng Xiaoming is over there!" The civilian man stuttered and explained in panic, pointing to the corner behind the wall. "Who allowed you to take the dog?" The soldier continued to grab his collar and shout angrily. "No, it's none of my business. Those two people wanted to bring the dog. We persuaded them, and they said that we were meddling in our own business, and they said that dogs have rights to dogs." "I'm fucking your dog right!" The soldier was so angry that he dropped the sweaty man and rushed towards the corner. Zheng Xiaoming, who was drenched all over, was lying on the ground receiving treatment, still moaning in pain. The angry warrior rushed to him with a stride and lifted his leg with a big kick. "I want you to have the right to a dog! I want you to have the right to a dog!" Zheng Xiaoming was kicked by this soldier and rolled all over the ground, holding his head and crying loudly for help, yelling that the People's Liberation Army beat people and so on.As a result, more people came up to beat them. At this time, no city people around came forward to rescue him, and they all watched the kid roll around on the ground as he was kicked by the soldiers with cold eyes.In the end, the commander who rushed to the scene severely stopped the soldiers from venting. No matter how hard the soldiers beat the perpetrators, our losses can never be made up. The dean committed suicide, most of the doctors, nurses, wounded and civilians were killed or injured, and almost all medical equipment and medicines were lost.But no matter what, the hospital must be transferred according to the plan. The commander who didn't check the departure team carefully just now ordered everyone to continue on the road after counting the personnel and materials with a livid face. Tonight was also a heart-breaking night for Mr. Feng. His biological daughter suffered misfortune in the bombing just now.There was no way. When the first shell exploded in the queue, all the people on the truck frantically tried to abandon the car and run away. Mr. Feng was pushed and shoved by the crowd and fell to the corner of the car. The bomb overturned the truck. Everyone fell into the water one after another.Although the two children who held Mr. Feng tightly and him were miraculously uninjured, his daughter died of drowning.Pulled by two twitching dolls, he hugged his daughter's cold body in a daze all the way. I can't find any words to comfort him. Sure enough, the deserter company commander did not move, and sat on the jeep from beginning to end.Silently squeezed beside him, I let the car bump and shake my body from side to side. When I was about to reach the designated location, the convoy stopped, and I jumped out of the car and walked to the side of the road, gasping for breath. The hazy night sky was still raining, and the puddles next to it gave off an unpleasant smell of rotting livestock corpses.没有戴夜视仪，我看不清周围的情形，只是模糊中感觉到两边崔嵬的山梁已经和这厚重漆黑的雨云纠缠在一起，分不清哪里是头尾，哪里是边际。炮火距离我们好像远了很多，可我总感觉它时刻跟在后面追逐着，随时会在顷刻间笼罩下来。迷茫的云雾中交织着喷气式战机发动机的轰响，或远或近。 前面有人在挨着卡车焦急地询问，有没有懂光纤焊接架设数据线路的人。 what happened? 需要寻找工程人员紧急修复通讯线路。 我曾经在网络公司干过一段时间，对架设光纤数据网还有些印象，看他们如此着急的模样，所以硬着头皮摸到跟前报名。 已经有几个人在队伍里，大伙都在手忙脚乱地收拾东西准备跟着工程兵出发，看来我们这些城里人里还有不少在IT公司供职的。我居然发现老冯也在应征的志愿人员里面，他怎么也懂这些？ 老冯没有心情回答我，只顾帮着工程兵们整理工具。 看老冯脸上的表情就知道现在他的心情如何，我小心地没有再和他多说话。 两个小孩被老冯托付给护士，我们在众人疑惑的目光中离开公路。 什么重要线路？通到哪里去啊？ have no idea! 我想打听些情况，可周围的那些工程兵们一问三不知。保密？ 我满腹疑问地跟在队伍后面。 我受伤的脚踝愈发地刺痛起来，道路很难走，都是在岩石泥浆中攀缘，有的地方还要手足并用。半山腰的路上有人正在等我们，摞在推车上的光纤线上面盖着防雨布，周围还有几个人手里提着沉甸甸的工具箱。 hurry up! 我们这群人急促地奔往工作地点。 不知道怎么回事，通往一个指挥分部的两条数据线路都中断了，我们开始在被炸断的部分工作起来。重新敷设光纤线路，熔焊节点，增加信号放大器，检查电磁兼容和屏蔽情况。 老冯的动作居然非常熟练，很快就完成一个断点的修复工作。 指挥分部的门口曾经发生了激烈的战斗，当我们走进坑道进口的时候，发现一些战士们仍然在清理战斗现场。 这里距离交战前线应该有近二十公里的距离，怎么会有地面战斗爆发？ 一打听，原来是敌人特种部队渗透到这个防空指挥部附近，企图破坏我们的指挥机构。 指挥部部分信息指挥设施已经遭到严重破坏，我们这些技术援兵开始帮助里面的技术人员启用备份系统。工程师们紧张地重新布置机架式服务器、交换机、路由器、备用电源，我则和老冯一起帮助拉扯光纤线路，熔焊，测试。 坑道里弥漫着电气设备爆炸燃烧后浓郁的恶臭味道，几个士兵正在费力地用鼓风机把有毒气体排出坑道。几部有线和无线电话机在一刻不停地呼叫着，指挥员们满头大汗地与不同部门联络，一片紧张。 “你们还没好？还需要多长时间？” 一个敞着衣服的指挥员汗流浃背地问我们这里的工程师。 “报告首长，还得等四十分钟！” 一个工程师站起来报告道。 “四十分钟！不行！你们必须在二十分钟内修好指挥系统。” 指挥员斩钉截铁地说道。 几个技术员为难地互相看着对方。 “同志们，我知道现在很困难。可你们要知道，如果不能及时修复指挥系统，敌人的运输机群很可能在半个小时内穿越我们阵地上空给被围鬼子输送补给！” 指挥员的嗓门顿时大了许多。 “副师长，前指紧急通知，201师师部信息中心遭到敌人攻击，目前无法联络。前指要求我们尽可能恢复防空指挥协调能力！” 坑道深处传来一个参谋的喊声。 副师长没有办法，只能干着急在坑道里兜圈子，边踱步边自言自语地骂着：“这些王八蛋海豹部队，真会挑时候！” “首长，关键是我这里人手不够，系统电磁兼容测试时间无法缩短。这里很多设备都没有用过，是临时组配在一起的，不经测试强行启动我们无法保证系统稳定！” 一个工程师边调试设备边回答道，连头都没有抬起来。 “是实际测试还是模拟测试？” 旁边老冯完成手头的工作对工程师问道。 “先模拟再实际联调。我们这里有些顶替原系统的设备比较陈旧，是上世纪90年代初生产的，都没有注意以后的集成，经常无法通过联调。” 工程师边干活边叹气说道。 “我来帮你做一部分，多注意一些关键节点。” 老冯说完走到这个工程师身边。 “副师长，前指通报，敌阵地电磁波动异常，要求我们尽快上传各单位初始电磁态势资料。” 又一个参谋在里面喊道。 “副师长，161区1号微波阻塞系统修复！” 副师长听完汇报后摆手示意自己明白。 “老冯，你以前搞过军事信息系统？” 我诧异地挤在老冯身边问道。 “原来给台军做过佳山基地的C4I系统集成，原理都大同小异。” 在电脑上查阅资料的老冯头也不抬地答道。 老冯不停地用专业术语和他身边的技术工程师交流，自己也没有闲着，手指飞快地在电脑上忙碌着。 老冯居然知道军用信息系统的电磁兼容测试联调？我顿时对他刮目相看，没想到我们身边居然有个多才多艺的电子电气工程师。 测试的速度明显快许多，旁边一直在看着的副师长脸色放松了下来。 “你这个数学模型是用FortranIV编的？好象跟IPP—1干扰预测软件类似。不对，设计更漂亮，有点类似IESEMCPP的风格，底层模型是用C语言写的？哦，真不错。” 老冯边低声和工程师交流着边帮这个工程师将分析系统导入地理信息系统，设定电子设备的精确经纬度值。 工程师开始让系统读取地图提供的海拔高度，研究分析设备间的地形变化情况及地貌特点，同时他和老冯一同边商量边对预测方程进行修改。 工程师很快发现几个故障点，并指挥周围的电气工程师依次进行设备调整。 几个大家伙需要挪动位置，副师长连忙手一挥招来几个战士。 “侦察兵发现敌人前线机场大量起飞F22，大批战斗直升机也准备进入攻击航道。” 副师长被突如其来的报告弄得紧张起来。工程师们也同样知道现在的情况不妙，动作更加快捷起来。 电磁测试联调通过！只用了十五分钟！ 在指挥间里，早已焦急万分的指挥系统操作人员开始高速行动起来。 “报告，可以传送电磁初始态势资料。” “报告，全信息加权体系已经开始发送结果！” 站在指挥台后面的参谋低声报告道。 “加快软电台联调！” 副师长果断命令操作人员们加快速度。 “报告，软电台开始频谱联调！” “报告，软电台频谱联调成功，微波阻塞系统工作正常！” “软电台是什么？” 边竖着耳朵听里面的各级操作指挥人员向副师长汇报，我边朝老冯请教。 “就是软件无线电，在C4I系统上工作，用不同波形覆盖整个波段。换句话说，就是用C4I系统来管理所有的微波通信，包括频谱波动范围和时间等等一系列战场通信协调。软电台系统可以管理所有频段的无线电通信，包括高频、甚高频、毫米波等等。” 旁边的工程师解释到这里里面又传来新的通报声，他用手指放在嘴边做个噤声的手势。 “报告，长城已和苏30数据链开始接通！” “报告，长城已和歼七机群开始联络，正在导引！” “报告，长城已和电子战机取得联络，正在导引！” “报告，地面红外对抗系统全部开始工作！” “报告，微波阻塞系统开始和敌电子对抗系统接触！” “报告，125战区预警系统资料开始上传！” “报告，128战区预警系统资料开始上传，根据航迹分析，敌人开始按我们预测的航道攻击！” 站在各指挥系统操作台后面的作业参谋不断转身向副师长汇报。 “联合防空系统准备怎样？” 副师长听完一连串报告后朝一个参谋长问道。 “报告，早就准备好了。” “发现敌在低空佯攻的直升机突击集群，分六个航道，有两个从我126、128战区方向穿越，伴有强烈电磁压制和红外压制掩护，电磁压制作用距离两万八千米！” 两万八千米，这意味着我们师防御阵地的纵深地段被敌人电磁压制彻底覆盖了。 “来得好快啊！只能全靠我们自己了。” 副师长沉声说道。 “预警机发现敌无人诱饵机群，分三个高度侵入。” 前面的一个参谋急速回头报告道。 “我们的诱饵机群现在抵达什么位置？” 站在指挥室门口，副师长习惯性从兜里摸出香烟，但意识到这里严禁烟火后又无奈地塞进口袋。 “已抵达64号空域，目前坐标×××。” “敌主力掩护机群大概什么时间进入我地面火力圈？他们的预警机和E8战术协同指挥机呢？” “八分二十五秒。敌人电磁迷茫严重，暂时无法精确定位预警机和E8。” “报告，第一打击方案已经接受完毕，正在进行任务分配。” 负责交战指挥系统工作的参谋转身报告道。 终于开始了东线战场上迄今为止最大规模的一场空战，我们将首先打击敌人率先低空突入的直升机战斗群。 我们的地面防御纵深现在只有一百五十到五十公里不等，特别是我们203师的防御纵深，是整个东线战区最薄弱的部分，敌人的数个主力直升机战斗群中就有两个突击群按梯次冲击203师阵地。 加上201师的阵地，我们这边的防御纵深才五十公里，如果敌人直升机群全速突击，大概只要十几分钟就能穿越我们的防区。可是在解围作战初期，敌人曾多次发动过几十架规模的直升机低空突防作战，却没有一次成功地穿越我们的防线，除了徒劳地损失掉宝贵的低空突击力量外，没有得到更多的收获，这让他们的指挥官感到无比的震惊。当消耗日益超过补充的速度时，受到严重挫折的敌人指挥部在接下来的两个星期里只能小心地将这些直升机部队用于协助地面部队层层推进时的火力协同掩护之用。 被分割包围的敌第8集团军群各部现在正遭受着空前的痛苦。没有足够的机动回旋空间，因为所有的低洼地带和公路网都被洪水所吞没；没有一个安全的战术机场可供使用，因为现在的防御纵深只有可怜的四五十到一百公里不等，所有的阵地都笼罩在中国人远程火箭炮的射程里。更加糟糕的是，他们曾经无比充裕的补给现在开始严重短缺，无论是弹药还是技术器材，或者粮食和武器配件，甚至连饮用水都开始缺乏。待在滔天洪水里，士兵们却因为缺乏净化设备而无法得到足够的干净饮用水。 今天晚上，再也无法忍耐的敌人终于开始一场豪赌。 敌人指挥官们集结了上千架飞机，其中作战飞机就有六百架以上，还有上百架准备向被围部队实施空投补给的重型运输机，另外还有数量不菲的电子战飞机、无人诱饵机、空中加油机、预警机和战术电子指挥机。为了组织这场规模空前的空中突击战役，他们使用了陆军和海军综合指挥调度平台。在中国人部署的东部防线两侧，所有的防空火力都准备压制中国人的空军歼击机群。规模庞大的空地电磁压制部队也全部上阵，整个战区上空的电磁干扰也达到了前所未有的密度，目的就是要尽可能地削弱中国人的战场电磁控制权。 201师现在还无法并入联合防空指挥系统，这意味着我们的实际空中阻击防线只有二十来公里！ “第一轮打击开始了！” 参谋的声音在寂静的坑道里显得特别引人注意。 “敌人今天玩命了！” 坐在我身边的技术工程师感叹地低声说了一句。 大概看见我和老冯都用无法理解的目光看着他，这个工程师连忙悄声对我们解释道：“我们这里是整个203师防御阵地的防空指挥中心。前几天我们的特种兵就截获敌人大量的异常活动信息，前指判断敌人很有可能在这几天内发动大规模的空中突击行动。从前天开始，敌人就大量派遣特种兵部队和敢死队渗透到我们防线内部，规模也是空前的，而且这些特种兵的任务基本上是负责寻找并摧毁我们的防空部队和电磁阻塞压制部队。敌人的这些举动更加坚定前指的决心。果不然，敌人今夜开始玩命了。别小看敌人佯攻的低空直升机突击群，如果轻易让它们获得低空制空权那我们就全完了，微波压制部队要遭殃，中远程防空导弹部队无法展开发射，指挥部门就更无法互相联络。没有地面电磁压制部队和防空部队策应，我们的空军是无法和敌人主力F22机群对抗的，这样的话交战区域内我们所有空间的制空权就全没了。没有电磁权，又没有制空权，我们的防御阵地瞬间就会崩溃……等等，外面是什么动静？” 这时候外面的空中传来噪音巨大的直升机旋翼搅动声。 是鬼子低空突击部队！难道我们连鬼子第一拨进攻都抵挡不住吗？ 我忍不住起身快步走到外面的掩体出口朝夜空眺望。 真是敌人的低空突击先头部队，阴沉漆黑的夜空里我根本无法看清敌人直升机的模样，但从旋翼搅动空气所发出的震动声波源可以分辨得出直升机现在的飞行位置有好几百米高。 奇怪，怎么敌人直升机不贴地飞行？它们不是有装备良好的地形自动规避驾驶系统吗？我在前一段时间的战斗中发现敌人直升机驾驶员特别喜好贴地攻击，既安全又爽快，架架都几乎是飞行在我们的头顶上。怎么今天鬼子这么胆大？ 我忍不住朝旁边出来眺望的军官发问，可戴着夜视仪一直紧张朝天空里搜寻的他似乎没有听见我的提问。 当我无聊地靠在掩体口打着哈欠的时候，天空中出现异样的动静。 不远的地方，在鬼子直升机攻击线路上传来一声声巨响。 敌人直升机居然逐个撞击在山谷岩石上，爆炸闪光照亮了四周的山谷。 How could this be? 敌人低空突击集群第一拨进攻部队几乎全军覆没。 当我听见旁边的军官如此自言自语，不禁诧异万分。是用什么消灭的？ “想知道为什么吗？” 军官拍着我的肩膀冲我一乐。他还戴着夜视仪，我无法看清他的长相，可从满脸的牙花可以看出他现在兴奋的心情。 “敌人一开始准备突击，我们就启动数量庞大纵深的反直升机雷场配合防空部队作战，而且其中有一部分是机动配置的，更不用说那些遍地都是的拦阻索气球空障。嘿嘿！鬼子谁敢低空飞行？升空就意味着完全暴露在微波阻塞干扰空间里，自动驾驶仪怎么正常工作？况且还要遭到我们地面高炮导弹的阻击。这是鬼子第一拨攻击。等着吧，还有别的节目留给后面的冒失鬼。” 我张大的嘴半天没有合上。So simple? 这时山谷里响起鬼子远程炮火攻击的爆炸声，沉闷刺耳。 我的脸色顿时难看起来。熟悉而又可怕的爆炸，是鬼子在发射重型次声波炮弹！ “快进来，把防护门关上。” 我身边的军官反应更快，一把把我拉进坑道里面，转身开始推上防护门。 这个时候我才注意到这个坑道是特别加固的，有防护门，门后面包裹着厚厚的吸音材料，连坑道墙壁上一路都贴着吸音材料。 毕竟是指挥中心，比我们前线的防御坑道档次就是要高一节。 一颗次声波炮弹在坑道附近爆炸，虽然贴有吸音防护层，可我依然能感觉到那可怕的声波频率，身体里好像开始迅速沸腾起来。 可怕的次声波轰炸，虽然它不像燃料空气炸弹那样发出骇人听闻的爆炸冲击波，但它能够在无形中在爆心附近形成可怕的次声冲击波，轻而易举地将没有防护的受害者体温加热到一百二十摄氏度以上，活活地将他蒸发掉。 在2416阵地上，我周围的无数战友就是这样被它夺去生命的。我也曾经被它震昏过去，因为人的体温如果上升到四十摄氏度以上就会很快昏迷丧失知觉。 真是见鬼，敌人怎么再次使用次声波炮弹轰炸，而且是如此规模的？ 看来敌人今晚是使出浑身解数了。不知道我们一线作战人员将会受到什么样的打击。 带着各种疑问和担心，我回到冯先生身边。 冯先生一个人抱着头坐在地上，潮湿的休闲西装贴在身体上，但他却没有注意到。 看来老冯还沉浸在丧女的悲痛回忆之中，周围发生的事情好像都无法引起他的兴趣。 唉，不知道还需要多少时间才能医好这个战争给他造成的创伤。 “准备开始启动接收'602'系统作战方案！” 副师长的命令我没有听明白。 “什么是'602'？” 我悄悄地捅了一下工程师的胳膊。 工程师翘着嘴看我好半天，似乎不满我的无知和过分的好奇。 “'602'是我们自己的防空神经网络指挥系统的代号。说通俗点，是在联合指挥中心调度下，在全频谱压制的部分跳频空间里通过设定的频谱分配规则来协调各种雷达观测和引导站导引防空导弹拦截敌人的作战机群。当然整个指挥部分里还包括我们的空军作战飞机。” “不就是用一个指挥系统统筹指挥所有的战区防空和空战力量与敌人对抗吗？我明白了。” 我赶紧表示自己还不笨，免得这老兄不再回答我其他的问题。 “155战区2号微波压制系统损毁！” 指挥室里刚才还略显轻松的气氛因为我们一些微波阻塞压制系统被敌人摧毁而变得紧张起来。 “命令各部抓紧时间启动备用系统！野战电话还能保持畅通吗？” 副师长也紧张地站起来。 还没有与敌人最精锐的F22战斗机群开始作战，我们的地面防御系统就已经开始出现破绽，这绝对是个危险的信号，靠近敌人的浅近交战地域防御部队将要首先承受巨大的空地打击，看来今晚我们不付出足够的代价是无法阻挡敌人的进攻狂潮的。 指挥部里出现了难得的短暂沉寂，这种沉寂让作战室外面的人都惴惴不安。坐在我身边的工程师甚至双手撑地屏住自己的呼吸。 “报告，敌人诱饵机群进入外围火力圈！” “报告，敌人主力微波干扰系统开始启用，全信息加权体系开始发送电磁态势评估资料！” 负责通报战局信息的参谋轻声说道。 副师长冷冷地哼一声：“就知道小鬼子留了一手。我们的软电台有没有开始调整？” “报告，已经开始调整了。” “报告，敌人电磁压制纵深已经扩大到六万