War Military: From 1978

Chapter 258 A Night Worse Than Death!

Does singing really have power?

This question was a bit confusing for Chu An before.

Anyway, when he watched a movie before the war and heard this song, he didn't feel much.

Because it's a movie, and the songs are about the lives depicted in the movie.

Even if there's a few words of resonance occasionally, that's about it.

But now there was no movie, no accompaniment, only singing, and then each lyric was clearly audible. Seeing the soldier's expressive performance, Chu An was moved to tears.

He recalled the scenes of the previous charge into battle.

I thought of those comrades who are now lying on the mountain of fallen heroes.

Why are battle flags so beautiful?

He was stained red with the blood of heroes.

Chu An couldn't help but hum along, her hands hesitating over the chess pieces, her eyes already blurry.

When the song resonated with my own experiences, some emotions that had been suppressed deep inside me could no longer be contained.

Tong Lianzhong, seeing Chu An's expression, did not urge Chu An to make a move, and the other soldiers beside him remained silent as well.

No one laughed at Chu An for looking like this.

Everyone admired Chu An even more.

Because they were like that too.

And they know that only those who have truly experienced it can understand it this way.

It was not uncommon for battle flags to be stained with blood on the battlefield.

On the main peak, the flag of the Fourth Company, which is currently stationed here, is still flying.

It was a battle flag riddled with bullet holes, and the names of the Fourth Company were blurred by the blood of fallen soldiers.

This is everyone's soul.

Damaged, yet it embodies the beliefs of fallen comrades and carries their blood.

As long as the flag stands, the Fourth Company will remain.

The singing gradually stopped.

But Chu An had lost all interest in playing chess.

"Here you go!" Across from him, Tong Lianzhong pulled a slightly crumpled cigarette from a tightly wrapped waterproof bag.

Chu An took it unconsciously.

"Wow!"

Other soldiers nearby took out matches from waterproof bags and lit them for Chu An.

The cave was silent for a moment.

Chu An took two puffs of his cigarette before finally coming to his senses.

Wiping his eyes, Chu An looked at the other side: "Hehe, it's nothing, Company Commander, come on, let's continue!"

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Chu An picked up the chess pieces again.

Tong Lianzhong laughed and said, "Come on, you go to the cave entrance and keep watch for us. I'll play chess with them!"

Chu An looked at him, holding the chess piece, then smiled helplessly: "Fine!"

He really isn't in the mood to continue playing chess right now.

While a cigarette can suppress some worries, it is not a cure-all.

A lit spark can ignite a cigarette, but the constant turmoil in one's heart can only be smoothed over by time.

Of course, there are other methods that are faster and more effective.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two shells suddenly struck the position.

The inside of the cave was shaking a bit.

"Bah! Bah!"

"Ganny, what's wrong with you!"

"Second mortar, second mortar, five rounds in rapid fire, damn it!"

"You son of a bitch, it's not even dark yet and you're already having sex? You're asking for it, aren't you!"

On the battlefield, a chorus of curses erupted instantly.

Amidst the shouts, a small cannon was quickly brought out.

Then several soldiers quickly passed the shells between them.

"Boom! Boom!"

A series of explosions occurred on the south side of Hill 4.

This is also a daily occurrence on the front lines.

The Vietnamese devils were always restless, especially when our troops were singing or having something fun. They would always come and use artillery shells to join in the fun and disturb everyone's enjoyment.

Naturally, our army will not tolerate them.

If they dare to fire one shot, we dare to fire five.

And it's not just now.

They'll call again at night.

This includes targeting the Vietnamese soldiers' actions of sneaking into tunnels.

Our army will also take countermeasures.

However, our countermeasures are not to probe their weaknesses.

Because the risks of groping through tunnels are too great. Regardless of whether it's the enemy or our side, they will actually lay a lot of landmines and booby traps on their own positions, especially at the entrances of tunnels.

In addition, when constructing the various foxholes on the position, a network of firepower was deliberately laid out.

In addition to the entrances at the edges that require sentry duty, other caves are camouflaged at night, with the entrances completely blocked off.

Therefore, the activity of "penetrating holes" has low returns and high risks.

The best course of action would be to sneak over at night and plant a few landmines on their positions.

You know where the landmines you planted are.

But if I suddenly bury a few more for you, you'll feel uncomfortable.

Naturally, the Vietnamese devils would do the same thing now.

Therefore, the soldiers on the north slope of Hill 4 of our army actually still have some things to do every day.

Every morning, I still have to use the mine-detection array to search my territory.

However, that's all idle talk; right now, the sound of cannons is ringing out one after another.

The distracting thoughts that had been surging in Chu An's mind vanished instantly.

This is an instinctive reaction from a frontline soldier.

Once the gunfire begins, all our attention must be focused.

Being distracted on the battlefield is tantamount to courting death.

But it will only last for a short while.

After that, after our side fired five shells, all that could be heard was cursing and swearing. Then, after a short while, everyone went about their business, whether they were smoking, playing chess, or playing cards.

This made Chu An smile helplessly.

So he went back inside the cave and continued playing with everyone.

The sound of artillery fire completely shattered his worries, but life had to go on.

He wasn't a complete novice; the sound of gunfire couldn't possibly scare him.

But Chu An had a very difficult night.

He lay naked on the waterproof tarpaulin, the entrance to the cave already blocked by the marchers with mud mixed in.

However, the sounds from the outside cannot be completely blocked out.

The rain was pouring down, and Chu An, who was lying down, was really worried that the tent at the cave entrance would suddenly be moved aside and a grenade would be shoved in.

Of course, this concern is actually quite small.

The biggest problem is that the air inside the cave doesn't circulate very well.

Although there are ventilation holes in the cave.

But once the cave entrance was blocked, they couldn't go out at night, and had to eat, drink, and relieve themselves all inside the cave.

Leftover cans are the containers used to hold these things.

Even after you've finished defecating, you can't take it out.

It has to be left in the cave until tomorrow during the day before it can be processed.

Imagine what it would be like inside the cave in that situation.

Anyway, when Chu An opened the cave entrance the next day and peeked out to greedily breathe in the air, he really felt as if he had died once.

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It was that kind of slow, agonizing death, and then suddenly coming back to life.

Indeed, Chu An knew beforehand that life inside the foxholes on the front lines was difficult.

But I never imagined that life would get this difficult.

Even someone as strong as him secretly regretted his decision to insist on coming here.

But regret aside, he was already here and had already said what he was going to say, so even if he were to die now, Chu An would stay on this battlefield for the full seven days.

Naturally, he has this will.

But Cai Youhe, who came with Chu An, was not so resilient.

The next day, not long after dawn.

He found an opportunity, pulled Chu An away from the others, and practically knelt down to beg Chu An to go back.

As a combat staff officer.

Those who use their brains, even if they've been to the front lines and fought a full counterattack in Vietnam with their regiment.

But he's never experienced a life like this before!

In his words, this place is simply not a place a human being can stay.

This is worse than death!
Unfortunately, Chu An rejected his request.

But Chu An wasn't truly devoid of human compassion.

Chu An shortened his stay.

Three days.

He only needs to stay for three days before he can go back.

After he finished, he went back and had someone else come.

Anyway, Chu An was determined that everyone in the combat unit should come and experience it.

As for himself, he decided to stay for the full seven days.

Because he and Cai Youhe are somewhat different.

He is a true soldier who rose through the ranks from the grassroots level, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will undoubtedly continue to lead troops at the grassroots level in the future.

The government office was just one part of his military career, but it was definitely not a place where he would stay for a long time.

(End of this chapter)