: Outside, one night before the war

This day as the world knows it.
One o'clock in the morning, far south of the border of the motherland.
Zhang Guoqing, who had just come out of the front-line command headquarters, lit a cigarette and looked up at the enemy country.
In the mountains before dawn, Chen's gust of wind hit him, which made him nervous all night, relaxed a little, and seemed to have a clearer mind.
At this moment, he could still hear the wireless reporters, who were constantly sending out orders, instructions and tasks from the superiors in secret words.
There are dots in the middle, as well as the new movements of the enemy's forward positions reported by the scouts in front of them from time to time.
And some of the information may come from a small team led by his three sons.
It has been a few days since he came, but he still didn't see his three sons.
At this moment, his three sons may be on their way home, or they may be hidden in the enemy's borders.
He dared not think about whether the children would be in danger? Even less dare to think about his wife who is far away in the capital.
At present, selfishness has become unimportant.
The battlefield is changing rapidly.
Once history turns around and unexpected changes occur, he will also be on the battlefield. Not for the so-called righteousness, nor for high positions.
He is just a soldier at the moment, and he can only be a soldier first.
Zhang Guoqing held a cigarette between his fingers and lit the white smoke from sparks. It burned and gradually shortened. The pain in his fingers woke him up.
Go inside, just like the soldiers on duty outside.
The eyes of all the officers and soldiers were bloodshot.
Perhaps the high level of mental stress keeps the brain in a state of excitement.
No one is sleepy at the moment.
Everyone is waiting for that moment to come.
wait!
Quietly waiting...
The clock rotates forward every second...
The countdown has finally begun!
A few orders...
Soon, a burst of cannonballs roared and flew quickly, piercing the sky at dawn.
The self-defense counterattack was carefully arranged, and it started on time!
Continue to attack the enemy's front position first, and attack the target in depth for half an hour.
The frontal position of the enemy in the distance can be seen by naked eyes. It has become a sea of ​​flames, filled with smoke, and dense smoke burning with trees, straight into the sky.
The sky over the entire Sino-Vietnamese border is ablaze.
In the past, it could only be confined to the senses of novels, movies, and television. Zhang Guoqing can only realize at this moment that this is a real war.
It did not start by sea, land or air, and it did not have any fighter planes all over the sky. It was a solid infantry advancing, and it was a peaceful and prosperous age of life.
This was the first time he faced it face-to-face, saying that he was not shocked or shocked in his heart, and that he was far from calm on the surface. He suddenly remembered a word.
I would rather be a peaceful dog than a chaotic person.
At this moment, Zhang Guoqing felt a little dumb when he thought of these ten words.
Compared with the previous small fights, the battle has started, just go forward, please come in, please come again... for the rest of the country, the glory of the motherland is more.
The infantry soldiers who concealed a few hundred meters from the enemy's forward position waited for half an hour for the artillery to carry out the enemy's position before they began to charge.
Compete for the enemy's position, fight the enemy to the end, and advance for most of them. They use flesh and blood to open the channel!
This day's fighting continued until dark.
The entire battlefield gradually became quiet, leaving sporadic Mucang cannons, and after occupying the enemy's position, tomorrow will be another battle.
On the first day, two days... time passed.
Zhang Guoqing didn't know that it was all people when the front line fell. While he was busy dispatching supplies, he squeezed out so little time to smoke, and the wounded were all within sight.
This is still slightly injured soldiers.
They usually have broken skins, bruises on their heads, and broken limbs. The sand cloth wrapped around the wound oozes black and red blood.
Zhang Guoqing once heard a sentence: Minor injuries can't go below the line of fire, and serious injuries can't be admitted to the hospital.
As long as these soldiers with so-called minor injuries do not affect their physical movements, they really managed to keep the minor injuries from falling below the line of fire.
Not admitted to the hospital for serious injuries?
The severely wounded soldiers had long lost too much blood, and almost none of them opened their eyes. They were as if they had already sacrificed, even if they didn't go to the hospital for rescue.
But he believes that if these people can hold it, they will still hold on to the last minute.
According to the command, the fighting went smoothly.
How can it go smoothly?
The fallen heroes could never wake up again.
Many of them stayed in a foreign country and on the border between the two countries. They are undoubtedly great, but how can the relatives behind them bear the great grief?
There is no home from a country, this sentence is too heavy.
Behind it are a series of young and respectable lives.
I don't know if God is all sad for these young lives. It began to weep, and a light rain began, which grew bigger and bigger, accompanied by thunder.
The fierce battle continues...
It was already the twelfth day when Zhang Guoqing met his three sons.
Looking at the three sons coming towards him, watching the peace with the bandage on his arm...
At this moment, Zhang Guoqing realized that he didn't feel distressed, but he was full of joy, and he was more fortunate that the children came back alive.
After a moment of loss of consciousness, he realized that maybe he had witnessed this battle with his own eyes, and understood a little bit more, that being able to walk off the battlefield alive was a victory.
After re-dressing the wound for the eldest son and applying wound medicine to the younger sons, Zhang Guoqing hugged the sons tightly.
Looking at the fallen soldiers and the number of casualties reported in the report, Zhang Guoqing didn't know what to say and what to say.
He is full of words to tell the children.
But finally opened his mouth and closed it again.
Thousands of words can only be translated into one sentence: I must come back alive.
Yes, here, he doesn't expect the children to be unscathed now. As long as they can come back with a sigh of relief, he can thank goodness and let him live for decades.
With the fallen heroes, he could not and could not selfishly stop the children from advancing, let alone break the wings of his sons.
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The Ping An brothers solemnly saluted their father, "Wait for us to come back."
Seeing that the children ate a few buns and canned vegetables, Zhang Guoqing dared not think about what they had eaten recently.
The evening sun is falling from the horizon.
Night is coming!
Seeing that the three sons began to prepare and set off again, Zhang Guoqing was even more afraid to ask them what their next task was.
As an advance team, their important task is always to extract teeth.
He didn't ask much.
I only hope that their three brothers can return safely, and I only hope that this battle will be successful in the early counterattack, and that there will be no more victory with human lives. There is room for rebirth in the fifties