"Believe them"

The person who answered this question was Squad Leader Cha, "Although they may not have enough firepower due to their small number, they can still run away without any problem, and the fewer people there are, the more convenient it is, so don't worry, they will definitely be fine."

“Let’s eat something first”

As Hai Dongqing spoke, he took out an aluminum lunch box from his backpack, picked up a few sticks of moist beef jerky and gave each person two sticks.

After taking the snack, which tasted pretty good, Wei Ran took out the bamboo tube filled with the aroma of rice from his backpack, pulled out the banana leaf blocking the mouth of the tube, and distributed some of the rice inside to everyone.

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Also sharing the rice was the taciturn Xiao Xifeng, while Lu Yao and Squad Leader Zha pulled some green, glossy cold vegetables from the bamboo tubes they opened into each person's kettle and lunch box.

"What kind of dish is this?"

Lu Yao took out a stainless steel long-handled spoon from his chest hanging, scooped up a mouthful of vegetables, put it into his mouth and asked while chewing.

“Salt dish”

The knife squad leader randomly cut two branches to serve as chopsticks, and said as he shoveled rice and vegetables into his mouth, "Though the more difficult soldiers are not short of rice, they don't have much vegetables, let alone meat. Only those who can eat

This salt dish can be seen everywhere.”

As if to dilute the concerns about Platoon Leader Luo and others, Squad Leader Cha also took up the topic and whispered, "Those yellow dogs, when they are hungry, not only snatch the food from the black dogs in their own territory, but sometimes they also ask us for food."

Of."

"Can't"

Hai Dongqing also followed up and said, "The distance between the trenches at the front and the positions of those white-eyed wolves in the position that Platoon Leader Zhang and the others are responsible for is less than 30 meters.

As long as we throw a box of cans over here, at least a whole class of wolves will rush to grab it. Just because of this box of cans, those who can't grab it dare to beat their own people to death."

"They are still asking us for help."

Xiao Xifeng also joined the conversation and lowered her voice and said, "Once Lu Yao and I were observing in the trenches on the front line. The other side shouted through a loudspeaker and asked if we could throw them two packs of cigarettes or compressed biscuits."

"Did you throw it away?" Li Dazhai, the prisoner who was also pulling food into his mouth, took over and asked.

"Lu Yao threw it away"

Xiao Xifeng explained angrily in a low voice, "He pooped into two cans, stuffed a grenade into each, and threw them over, killing and injuring the boss. At that time, both light and heavy machine guns and mortars from the opposite side opened fire.

Just because of this, we each had to bear a punishment. Then we were sent to the front observation center where you...chacha squad leader is responsible."

"Why did you punish him for throwing a grenade?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"The grenade is his"

Lu Yao grinned, picked up the glory bomb hanging around his neck and said, "I'm just a grenade, I can't throw my wife away, right?

At that time, Xiao Xifeng had several pills stuffed in his pocket, and I thought he wouldn't need them, so I threw two pills out for him to listen to the sound."

Hearing this, Wei Ran and the squad leader next to him looked at each other. The latter took a big mouthful of rice and chewed it while muttering in a low voice, "You are not assigned to my position, otherwise I will beat you all day long."

Eight times.”

Lu Yao grinned and responded with a silly smile, but did not dare to challenge him. He was not stupid, so he could tell that the old squad leader was not joking at all.

Wei Ran, on the other hand, frowned as he stared at the glory bomb on Lu Yao's neck.

The black paint on this glory bomb has been worn away, but even so, you can still clearly see the two lines of small and elegant characters engraved on it, "Long live the jungle tigers, artillery."

"Is there a leech on my face?"

Lu Yao misunderstood Wei Ran's eyes and nervously touched his face painted in camouflage with his hand.

"I'm looking at the words engraved on your glory bomb."

Wei Ran lowered his head as he spoke, and continued to use the branches to push the warm rice and cold salt vegetables into his mouth.

"I found someone to engrave it at the shop in front of the Youth League branch. It was originally a dime a word."

Lu Yao picked up the spoon again and explained in a low voice while eating, "Later, after I finished carving, the old man didn't take the money and let me fight on the front line. I hope I will never need this glorious bomb."

"You won't need it," the squad leader said firmly in a calm tone.

"Captain Dao, tell me about Platoon Leader Luo? He used to be a soldier under you?" Lu Yao changed the subject and asked in a low voice.

"Shhh"

Squad Leader Dao glanced at the militiamen running out of the small village outside the jungle, lowered his voice and said, "This is not a place for chatting. Let's eat and sleep. We may have to travel all night."

Hearing this, the others tacitly agreed and didn't speak again. They finished the not-so-rich meals in their respective lunch boxes in a few mouthfuls. Then they opened the seized bamboo tube, poured the water inside into the lunch box, shook it, and then drank it into their stomachs.

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After filling their stomachs with a rare hot meal, everyone worked in pairs, each found a tropical tree with a dense canopy and climbed in, secretly peeping at everything around them through the branches and leaves.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the heavy rain struck again, driving away the oppressive heat and the mosquitoes that had been lingering in the ears. At the same time, it inevitably cooled the hearts of everyone hiding in the canopy.

Hiding in the canopy of the tree, Wei Ran pinched some instant sour plum powder that had returned to the water and caked it into water bottles filled with rainwater, then tightened the lid of the pot and shook it, then handed over the newspaper bag containing the sour plum powder.

Capturer Li Dazhai on another tree branch.

The latter took the paper bag, squeezed some sour plum powder into each of his two kettles, and then returned the paper bag.

"I heard Platoon Leader Luo talk about him and Squad Leader Dao." Li Dazhai waited for Wei Ran to put away the paper bag, then leaned towards him and whispered.

"Squad Leader Dao never told us," Wei Ran responded in a low voice, "He never told us."

"Many people died that time"

Li Dazhai said in a low voice while observing the rain curtain outside the tree canopy, "I heard from Platoon Leader Luo that he was a recruit at the time and that the squad leader was a militiaman at the front.

Later they were ambushed by Vietnamese monkeys, and at least half of a platoon fell down."

Not sure if he was shivering because of the low temperature, Li Dazhai continued to talk to himself, "They were in the third squad of that platoon at the time. Before the third squad leader was shot and died, they asked the squad leader Dao, who was still a militiaman at the time, to act as the squad leader.

, lead their class to continue fighting."

"What happened next?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice.

"Later, only Platoon Leader Luo of that class survived. It was Squad Leader Dao who carried him back, more than ten kilometers of mountainous roads. Squad Leader Dao carried him for two days."

Li Dazhai said with admiration, "Later, Platoon Leader Luo was sent to the hospital, but Squad Leader Dao didn't know where he went. Some people said he went..."

As if realizing something, Li Dazhai added additionally, "Platoon Leader Luo didn't say what happened next, but whether it's true or not, I heard many old comrades mention it in a vague way, as if he went back to bury it again.

We fired a lot of directional mines and set off a few fires."

"Then what?"

"Then, I heard that even the division commander was alarmed and made an exception to leave him as an instructor in the reconnaissance company." Li Dazhai said with admiration.

"No punishment?"

"Punishment? What punishment?"

Li Dazhai said matter-of-factly, "Let's not mention that before that, they were just a militiaman who was not under the control of the army. This is not ten years ago. You just follow the wind and you are raining, and you arrest people without providing evidence?"

"makes sense"

Wei Ran nodded. Regardless of whether this matter is true or false, the more difficult it is, the monkey won't say anything. Naturally, his own people will not say anything.

"Don't tell Lu Yao about this."

Li Dazhai took off his mask and put it in his pocket and gave the last instruction, "He is just a loudspeaker. If this matter reaches his ears and then spreads out, what will happen to him may happen."

"I definitely won't tell him"

Wei Ran responded with a smile, and at the same time secretly added in his mind, "You are also a big speaker."

However, considering that these people are only 20 years old, it should be normal for them to be playful and noisy. They are required to be calm and sophisticated, they are required to be strict with their mouths and not talk nonsense, and they are required to be honest and not throw shit into the opposite position.

and cans of grenades, asking for this and asking for that.

If they had done it all, the price they would have paid would probably be far beyond what they should bear at their age.

But unfortunately, in this era, on this battlefield, in this era that has just changed people's minds, there are really such a large group of young people who have done everything they were not required to do.

In the dense canopy of trees where it was raining heavily outside and light rain inside, Wei Ran and Li Dazhai fell silent one after another. The only thing left was the sound of water droplets hitting the raincoats they brought to keep out the cold, which was masked by the sound of the rain curtain.

Click sound.

Glancing at Li Dazhai, who seemed to be sleeping while riding a tree branch and hugging the trunk, Wei Ran quietly took out his camera, zoomed in, and gently took a picture of the other person's young face, smeared with American oil paint.

A close-up of vigilance and exhaustion coexisting.

Still cautiously putting away the camera under the cover of his backpack, Wei Ran let his sight pass through the gaps in the branches and leaves to look at another tree. In that tree were hidden Squadron Leader Dao, Leader Cha and the out-of-touch Lu.

Yao.
Chapter completed!