"Tuk Tuk—"

With a slight knock on the door, Cai Wenming's thoughts returned to the present day from the brutal war scene, the young staff officer stood outside the door and asked, "Chief, it's about half an hour before the dining hall will open. Are you eating here or going home?"

"No, I'm not going home. You immediately notify the driver and say that I'm going to a coaching team."

The staff officer responded with a "yes" and disappeared out of the door lightly.

Cai Wenming lit the cigarette again, and the moment the fireworks flashed, a scar on the tiger's mouth was clearly visible. His heart suddenly burst into pain, and his thoughts once again involuntarily returned to that small mountain in Ba Kui, Vietnam...

"Company commander! Let's withdraw! I saw that the enemy at Height 1250 was starting to retreat..." The deputy commander yelled at Cai Wenming from a crater.

The enemy at 1250 Heights actually began to retreat?

This is an unexpected situation.

If the main attacking force can't stop the fleeing Y army, they will be attacked by the enemy.

He must report this situation, but the high-power walkie-talkie used for communication has been broken down and is useless.

Cai Wenming gritted his teeth and said, "What to retreat! Never retreat! Once retreated, the spy battalion will swarm towards the 1250 Heights. Our main attacking force will not have a firm foothold, the position may change hands, and the battle situation will be reversed!"

The deputy company commander was in a hurry and shouted: "But..."

Before the deputy company commander could finish his sentence, an RPG rocket completely interrupted his roar, and the smoke of gunpowder passed, and the blood was blurred...

"Ah—" Cai Wenming picked up his gun and shot the two bazooka hands on the opposite side like crazy. A squad leader next to him rushed over to overwhelm him, and a string of bullets hit the position just now, causing a cloud of dust.

The battle in the direction of the 1250 Highland is still going on. There are fires and explosions on the highland. The row arranged on the 1250 Highland must pass through the trail has lost contact, perhaps sacrificed, or fighting each other.

Cai Wenming was lying in the crater, and he was completely red-eyed.

The scorching sun hangs in the sky, the smoke of gunpowder floats in the air, the sound of gunshots is heard one after another, and the chaotic thoughts quickly recede.

He suddenly roared: "Brothers, we are the sharp knife company of heroes, the word "backward" is not in our dictionary! Let's spell it!"

After all, he leaned against the bunker in the trench and shot and hit two Vietnamese soldiers who were leaping forward.

In the Col, the Y Army's position.

A Y army signal soldier climbed to the crater of Ruan Van Son and said in a trembling voice: "Batch commander, 1250 has fallen..."

"What!?" Ruan Wenshan stared at the blood-red eyes, grabbed the signal soldier, pressed the hot muzzle against his chest, and the smell of scorched flesh came: "You say it again!"

"1250...fallen..." I don't know if it was despair or pain, the signal soldier's face distorted.

Ruan Wenshan's hand suddenly loosened and he slumped in the crater.

The loss of the 1250 highland means that this important defense point overlooking the north and south of a dozen kilometers has been lost. As the commander of the reinforcements, he has an inescapable responsibility.

A never-before-seen kind of despair grew in his heart instantly. From the age of 13, he joined the guerrillas to fight against the United States until he was promoted to the battalion commander of the special agent battalion. This Y Army veteran has never been so desperate. He was suddenly trapped by a beast. The same howled: "Highland 1250 is lost! Brothers, we want these enemy troops in front to be buried with us to avenge our brothers!"

He turned to the signal troopers: "Pass my order, each company should stop moving towards 1250, and go all out to surround and wipe out the enemies in the mountains! Don't let one go! No one is allowed! Also, tell them not to take a step back, or they will be shot on the spot! "

Ruan Wenshan was also red-eyed.

At this moment, in the vicinity of Height 800, both blocking and reinforcements are going crazy.

The brave who meet in the narrow road wins.

Now is the time to fight for the will to fight.

The Y Army had a certain advantage in both troops and firepower, and quickly attacked the position of the Eighth Company.

The two sides began to fight each other with the help of stones and bunkers on the hillside.

The battle was completely stalemate, and then it was all messed up. You have me, I have you, and when the ammunition is finished, they will fight with bayonets, fists, engineer shovels, and teeth. The red-eyed soldiers of the two armies began to pull in one after another. He sounded the grenade on his body, and the whole valley seemed to be ploughed. Shrubs and thatch fell in pieces, blood stained every corner, stumps and pieces of meat were everywhere, and this small depression became a purgatory on earth.

In the face of a reorganized special battalion and the sporadically retreating Vietnamese troops from the 1250 Heights, the Sixth Company suffered heavy casualties, and many squads have been dispersed, and everyone fought on the spot relying on craters and stones as barriers.

Cai Wenming didn't know how many Vietnamese soldiers he killed. He was hit by a shrapnel on his left shoulder. Fortunately, it only penetrated the muscles and did not hurt the bones. The blood was flowing, he took a deep breath, simple Counting the ammunition on his body, in addition to the two grenades, the last ammunition on his body was only less than twenty rounds from the half box on the gun.

He smiled miserably, and scolded fiercely, "The little monkey of the dog days, come here, come here, come here to reward you with something good.

A slight sound of the bushes being scratched came into his ears from the noise of gunfire. If he could hear this sound, the enemy was already very close to him. Suddenly, there was another Y dialect, which Cai Wenming couldn't understand. But judging from the tone, it seems to mean to pay attention to search and alert.

He grinned, and suddenly jumped out of the crater like a tiger. The three Vietnamese soldiers who came in front of him didn't expect to rush out from the ground. They were shocked and turned into a hornet's nest before they could fire their guns.

Cai Wenming didn't have time to pick up the gun, and quickly tumbled sideways behind a raised stone, and a dense string of bullets hit the stone, knocking a small corner of the hard stone.

He spit out the crushed lime in his mouth, unloaded the magazine, empty...

Cai Wenming unscrewed the grenade cap, buckled the fire rings of the two grenades in his hand, and waited quietly for the last moment.

The shadows of many people suddenly flashed in my mind, the majestic Wang Fulai, the kind Zhang Yan, the beautiful wife Wu Xiaoli, and the babbling son Xiaohu...

The words of battalion commander Zhang Yanlin before the battle still lingered in his ears: "When the battle is over, you should visit your home immediately. This is also my order!"

Home visit... home visit... Really long time no visit home...

The surrounding Vietnamese shouts became clearer and clearer, and Cai Wenming realized that he was surrounded.

What about other comrades? Why did the sound of gunfire suddenly fade away? Did they all die?

A series of question marks flashed in my mind.

Brothers, don't be afraid, the company commander will come to reunite with you soon, and I will be your company commander and your good brother when I arrive downstairs!

Brothers, wait, instructor, deputy company commander, you wait, the little black company commander will come to accompany you soon...

Even as a soldier, Cai Wenming still believes that many things in the world are fixed, just like Zhang Yan who signed up for the army in his hometown and met Zhang Yan who came to receive the army, and even a fierce battle in the mountains and valleys of the 1250 highland.

In the red years when Cai Wenming was born, being a soldier is an incomparable honor and the greatest ideal of young people, but in Cai Wenming's eyes, the concept of the army is only equivalent to a piece of braised pork. One day in 1975, Zhang Yan, who came to receive the army, asked the tall and thin rural orphan in front of him: "Why are you in the army?"

The dark eighteen-year-old was as shy as a child. He lowered his head and rolled up the corners of his tattered clothes without making a sound for a long time.

Zhang Yan asked again, "Tell me, why do you want to join the army?"

Cai Wenming gathered up his courage, blushed before answering in a low voice: "I want to... eat meat... Chief, I heard that the troops are full, and there is meat to eat..."

There were tears in Cai Wenming's eyes, and the young man in front of him had a simple and painful simplicity~lightnovelpub.net~ At that moment, Zhang Yan's heart twitched, and he turned around. The body said to the local armed cadres: "I want this soldier."

Then he turned around and said to the young man who was not much younger than himself, "Follow me."

At 2 o'clock in the afternoon of that year, in the mountain pass between the 1250 high and the 800 high, Cai Wenming, who was hiding behind a big rock, was making the last memories of his life.

His index and middle fingers were locked in the fire rings of the two grenades. As long as ten seconds later, when the Vietnamese army was surrounded, he could pull them and report to Marx with those opponents.

When a burst of rapid and violent gunshots and grenade explosions sounded from around, and the screams of those Vietnamese people entered the eardrums, it was the familiar sound of the 81-type automatic rifle.

He thought he was dreaming for a few seconds.

In just a few seconds, the surrounding sand and broken branches of trees covered Cai Wenming completely. When he raised his head again, a big hand grabbed his arm, and a familiar and cordial voice sounded in his ear: " Come with me!"