Chapter 28 28. On the bust of Sleeping Beauty

The divine power and ingenuity of nature molded the continuous main mountain peaks in the war zone into a lying beauty. The mountains and jungles were her pajamas, and the lingering clouds and mist became her veil.This is the famous landscape "Sleeping Beauty" in the war zone.The first sight after the rain, the soldiers always wanted to appreciate her appearance, and tried to leave a color photo of "Sleeping Beauty". The flames of war left traces on the green clothes of "Sleeping Beauty", like patches of various colors stuck on one by one, and the fortifications built one by one seem to be only sparse stitches on the patches.

The unnamed highland defended by eight companies in a row is 500 meters away from our side of the Sino-Vietnamese border. Here is the towering chest of "Sleeping Beauty". People often point out: Our mountain is the breast peak of "Sleeping Beauty". Mountain spring is milk. At 3:25 a.m. on April 28th, heavy rain fell, and the rain column poured on the position, pouring in the dark virgin forest, and the sound of the rain covered all sounds.The enemy was extremely clever, so to speak, he arrived at the position immediately.The flash and bang of the grenade explosion on the position became lightning and thunder.

"Send it to your door!" Zhang Maozhong got out of the cave roof and fired at it with a submachine gun. He had a habit: he was not restricted by the cave, and there were no dead ends outside the cave. The enemy had to hit his muzzle no matter which direction he came from. Zhang Maozhong saw that the adjacent sentry post No. 15 was fighting fiercely. Their deputy squad leader, the sentry chief Huang Ziguo, was guarding the shooting hole. He wanted to rush over to help, but the squad deputy needed his support, but he couldn't. Huang Ziguo came here a few hours ago, and asked for support from cigarettes. Everyone knew that Zhang Maozhong would not stop smoking even if he stopped cooking.Huang Ziguo smiled wryly: "You don't need to look for it, the cigarettes are still stored by the peddler."

Huang Ziguo went to buy cigarettes before going to the battlefield. He searched all over his clothes and only found zero bills of one yuan and eighty-two cents. This was all his savings, but there was not enough here to buy a pack of good cigarettes.In order to make money, the peddlers are not afraid of landmines, shelling, or secret agents. The guards of Laoshan make good money. In the cat's ear hole, the soldiers turned all the monthly allowances of more than ten yuan, at most twenty yuan, into smoke. Anyone who came to this damp, stuffy, and isolated cave had to smoke.The company's "Bragging Association" had a very clever opinion on Maoerdong smoking: "I dare say that the per capita consumption of tobacco in the Laoshan theater ranks first in the world."

Huang Ziguo shot at the shadow that was rushing from outside, the sound of the gun sounded like an explosion, and every shot had an echo, the sound of the grenade explosion he heard was just as loud, shaking his body off balance, and shaking his heart, It was the scout Zhu Liguo who was guarding the entrance of the cave, throwing grenades at the enemies who tried to rush to the entrance of the cave. A slight but frightening voice was transmitted in the dark hole, no good, it was Xiao Zhu who fell down and was shot in the waist and arm.He struggled to turn over, lay down on the entrance of the cave, and still threw the grenades, but one by one was closer than the other. When he reached the ninth one, he only flung it not far from the entrance of the cave. Did the enemy reach the entrance of the cave, or...

The bullet hit Xiao Zhu's arm again. With a flash of light, Huang Ziguo saw that Xiao Zhu was motionless, only the greasy blood hit him, whether he was unconscious, or... Huang Ziguo stopped aiming, and only shot at the black shadows again and again. Strangely, the rapid and dense gunshots became so weak and dull. The sound seemed to have passed away, far away, and drifted away. , the sound must be louder than here. That was Huang Ziguo calling. Father's letter: Guoer, you have been away for three years, ask the leader to come back at the end of the year, your brother took me to the hospital that day, and after returning home, your mother tried to make delicious food for me, but I couldn’t get anything I can't eat it, it's disgusting, I'm afraid it won't work, if you don't come back, my family's medical skills will probably let me take it into the coffin...

reply: Dad, take care, old man, don't think about the worst, I will definitely come back at the end of the year, you have to wait for me to go back... Letter from my brother: Brother, my father had liver cancer and passed away last night.Before he died, he was still calling you, saying, "I didn't pass on my medical skills to Ziguo, so how can I go to see my ancestors?" As soon as my father died, my mother fell ill... You said you would come back, why didn't you come back? ? ... reply: Brother, the troops are about to head south. There are a lot of things to do. Mother depends on you to take care of me. Thank you, brother. Don’t forget to put some soil on my father’s grave for me...

The muzzle of the gun was flashing with flames, but it was his heart that was breathing flames.He sees enemies within the ray. The enemy's bullets flew and hit his throat. He opened his mouth, wanting to speak to the recruits beside him, but blood poured out of his throat, and he could no longer make a sound.Only the heart is shouting: Father, your son is coming back, your medical skills will not be lost, you can smile at Jiuquan; mother, your son is here to do your filial piety... Yes, a family hospital is also set up, so that Your daughters-in-law who haven’t passed the door, no, it’s time to pass the door at that time—as an assistant...

Suddenly, his machine gun stopped firing, and the enemy's bullet hit his left chest again, hitting the center of his eyebrow. The tearful sound of recruits: "Squad leader, our squad deputy is dead!" Zhang Maozhong scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about!" But he clearly saw Huang Ziguo's hand hanging outside the perforation. He saw the two recruits at the sentry post of the squad deputy rushing out of the post like crazy.That Lu Yunle was only born in 1969, he was still a child, he was holding the light machine gun left by Huang Ziguo, there was Huang Ziguo's blood on the gun, the blood was still not cold, shooting, or shooting, a hundred bullets, all After sweeping out, Fan Wanqi next to him was holding a submachine gun, shooting, and screaming: "Squad deputy, we are here to avenge you."

Zhang Maozhong's brain also lost control, he wants to rush up, he wants to shoot for the two soldiers, comrades, your squad leader is here. Zhang Maozhong rushed to the entrance of the cave, and when he saw the out-of-control fighter shooting hard, he calmed down instead.Company phone call: "Zhang Maozhong, remember, the life of a class is in your hands, you must calm down and hold your breath!" It was not until 8 o'clock that Zhang Maozhong came to Huang Ziguo's sentry post. There was a torn raincoat on the ground. His whole body was shocked, and the soldiers even bandaged him and gave him artificial respiration, always thinking that a miracle would happen, that their squad deputy would come back to life.

The platoon leader Lu De'an came, and beside Huang Ziguo, he saw a small cloth bag full of blood, which contained the music for making rice wine.Huang Ziguo said: "When I am triumphant, I will invite everyone to drink rice wine." The koji was soaked in blood. Huang Ziguo, do you know that after you sacrificed, your fiancée only heard that you were seriously injured, and immediately wrote to you: "Whether your injury is minor or serious, I will marry you!" She is a good girl. Back then, you were afraid of hurting her, so you didn't get married before joining the war. Before the whistle had cleared, the regiment sent a stretcher team and brought two packs of "Chuncheng" cigarettes to each of them. As soon as Zhang Maozhong saw the cigarette, he burst into tears. Whoever saw the cigarette cried, and the deputy squad leader left without smoking a cigarette. "Squad leader, light a cigarette for your deputy." The platoon leader ordered. Zhang Maozhong lit the cigarette and put it on Huang Ziguo's cheeks, one left and one right. The moment he leaned over, he suddenly found that the deputy squad leader's eyes were slightly open, and he reached out to close his eyelids for him.As soon as he raised his head, he opened it again, still looking at the mountain peak, at the vast sky, he didn't finish speaking, he was clearly speaking, calling.