What's on Jasmine's mind- My leader, my regiment follow-up

(One)

In the early morning of the next day, when Silong climbed into the big truck with the soldiers in his squad with a proud and mischievous face, his soldiers were still a little surprised, and then turned into surprise.They muttered in private, didn't the squad leader say that they were going to the military academy today?Why did you set off with them?

The military truck moved.The distance from a certain place in Yunnan to the Sino-Vietnamese border near Guangxi is not very far, but due to the winding roads and the poor road conditions, several trucks finally arrived at their destination quietly in the middle of the night.

The old cannon fodder of the Sichuan Army Corps are as concerned about Silong as I am, and they are also equally interested in the secret "Aid to Vietnam and Anti-American War" related to China, so we quietly followed Silong. Dragon's troops came to the scene together.

We saw that the officers and soldiers of the reconnaissance company, led by the North Vietnamese guerrillas, crossed the national border first, and found a hidden place in the vast jungle of North Vietnam as a temporary garrison.The climate in Vietnam is sultry and humid, and now it is summer, and it is hot and rainy.Soldiers used the bamboo available everywhere to weave bamboo rafts and then build simple houses as military camps.The Viet Cong troops sent them North Vietnamese military uniforms and taught them simple Vietnamese and the skills of dressing up as local people to familiarize them with the local environment and climate.

A few days later, the independent battalion came, as did the engineer battalion.The division headquarters brought anti-aircraft artillery battalion, communication company, anti-aircraft machine gun company, health company and other parts.At this time, it was the turn of the reconnaissance company to perform the real mission.

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(two)

Our country's "aid to Vietnam to resist the United States" this time is mainly to send anti-aircraft artillery units, hidden in the north of 17 degrees north latitude, which can not only shoot down US aircraft that cross this latitude line, but also directly bombard some important targets in South Vietnam.The direction of artillery bombardment requires scouts to detect and detect information and intelligence in advance.

In addition, our country has sent many engineering troops to help North Vietnam build bridges and pave roads, and ensure the continuous delivery of China's free support materials to North Vietnam.At the same time, engineers also have an important task, which is to help clear mines in areas that may be planted with landmines.

We saw Silong and his platoon leader go on several reconnaissance missions together, and each time they successfully completed the mission and came back.Their platoon leader was a veteran who had participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea and had rich combat experience. He also hit it off with the studious and inquisitive Si Long.Although Silong is new to the battlefield, he is smart and brave. Every time he can follow the veterans to lurk to the destination, and then carefully record the location and coordinates of the observed shooting target.

Seeing Silong's current performance, the old cannon fodder are very excited and excited.Milong was shaking vigorously beside me, and at the same time said with half admiration and half emotion: "Your Bao'er is doing well now! He looks a bit like his father back then!"

After hearing this, the fat man smiled foolishly and said nothing. Chief Ah Yi looked at the endless vastness in the distance and silently remembered his thoughts, probably recalling the past when he first went to the battlefield in Burma!

When I was about to breathe a sigh of relief for Silong in my heart, I suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Now, Si Long and his platoon leader have obtained the information and are on the way to retreat.But I found that they were not in the right direction, as if they were a little lost in the dense rainforest of Vietnam.

(three)

When I discovered this situation, I quickly pointed it out to Ayi, Milong, Krupp and Bula around me, and let everyone show it together.

We were all standing in the sky, and we could see far away. At this moment, we could see clearly that Silong and the others had deviated from the direction of returning to the camp, and were walking farther and farther in the jungle.

"Oh, it's not good! Commander, you see something wrong with that forest? I mean, it seems that someone has set a trap in that forest. It makes me feel bad." Krupp moved closer to me, Said anxiously.

"What's the matter? Why didn't I see any traps? I feel like this forest is a no-man's land?" Milong exclaimed.

I carefully looked at Silong's current position, and an ominous feeling came over me, "No, this seems to be a minefield!"

As soon as my words fell, we saw that the platoon leader walking beside Silong already felt that the situation was wrong, but stepped on a landmine when he was about to turn around. He immediately pushed Silong to the side quickly and moved forward. Throwing down, there was a loud explosion, and suddenly thick smoke and branch debris flew up, covering our sight...

When the smoke cleared, Ayi and Milong rushed to Silong and his comrades to check the situation and injuries.But I hurried to a high place, wanting to see if the sound of the explosion attracted the enemy?

The current position is just around the 17th parallel north, but still in the area controlled by South Vietnam.There is still a long distance from the camp of the Chinese army, and it is also a little far away from the South Vietnamese army.Although the explosion just now was very loud, according to my observation, it did not attract the South Vietnamese army. Perhaps there are often wild beasts in the jungle making the same movement in this minefield? !

Seeing that there was no search by the enemy, I settled down a little and hurried down to see Silong's situation.

(four)

A platoon leader stepped on a landmine directly, his legs were blown off, and he passed out.At the scene of the explosion, flesh and blood mixed with mud and leaves and dead branches splashed everywhere, which was very tragic.The old cannon fodder of the Sichuan Army have experienced and seen countless battlefields. They are already used to such scenes, but facing Si Long and his comrades in arms, they still couldn't help feeling heartbroken.

I saw that Silong had come to his senses, pushed away by his comrades, although his military uniform was full of holes, scratches and bloodstains all over his body, but he didn't seem to be fatally injured.At this moment, he was crawling to the side of a platoon leader, and using the gauze in the first aid kits of the two, he was desperately helping his broken leg, and at the same time trying to find a way to help him stop the bleeding.

I saw panic and a look of disbelief in his eyes, but he calmed down quickly, and now he just wants to help his comrades as much as possible.

When he finally bandaged his comrades up and leaned on his gun to stand up, he suddenly felt a little strange.When his body was lifted up, we saw that there was a big wound on his abdomen, and the internal organs could be faintly seen in the deep place...

Silong himself was a little stunned.Just now, when bandaging his comrades, he suppressed the panic in his heart, tried his best to order himself rationally, and encouraged himself to face the blood. He hardly felt his pain, but at this moment he noticed such a fatal scar on his body. , He only felt panic and overwhelmed.

Now, the first aid kit is out of hemostatic medicine and gauze bandages, what is he going to do?

(Fives)

The old cannon fodder gathered around me, scratching their heads in anxiety, not knowing what to do.I said in my heart: Bao'er, don't panic, although your wound is long and deep, it is not fatal.The top priority now is to get out of this minefield and get back to your camp as quickly as possible.As long as you can persevere and get back to camp as soon as possible, you and your comrades can be saved.

I silently recited these few words countless times in my heart, hoping that he could calm down, and at the same time thinking about how to help him?

I saw Silong looking through the satchel he was carrying with him, trying to find something to wrap himself up.The clothes on his body had already been torn into strips, and the legs of his comrades were bandaged, but his own wound was too long and deep, so if he left without bandaging, it would obviously affect the march.

Finally, we watch him pull out a sewing kit and start threading a needle.Silong learned needlework from his mother since he was a child, but he didn't expect to sew it on his body today. I saw him make a self-deprecating grimace at the needlework before he started, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. No smile.

Watching him sew his own flesh stitch by stitch, my heart hurts, but I feel a little pride and relief in the heartache.

He must have been in pain, but he endured it all. He sewed up his wound as quickly as possible, then wrapped himself up with the last strip of cloth at hand, and finally stood up.

We watched him, carrying his platoon leader on his back, leaning on the five-six-style semi-automatic gun, and carefully took steps in the jungle.

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(six)

Looking at his back, I turned around and said to my brothers: "Bao'er, he is walking in the wrong direction. There are mines and traps everywhere. He can't get out if he walks like this. I'm going to help him! This silly boy, I have to force Lao Tzu to show up!"

"Head, can we do the last thing? We also want to help him!" Bu Laguo asked, with eyes full of anxiety and concern.

I looked around, then pointed to the direction back to the camp, and made a brief arrangement: "You go to the front and let us explore the way. If you find any dangerous or suspicious places, leave one person behind, and the others Continue to search until you get out of this forest. Well, go quickly, I'm going to chase that kid. It's a critical time, everyone, let's show up."

When I suddenly appeared in front of Silong, he was obviously taken aback.

"Bao'er, don't be afraid. You are going in the wrong direction. This is a minefield. Come with me!" I looked into his eyes and said softly.

When I heard the footsteps following behind me, I was a little relieved, but when I heard Silong calling softly "Dad" behind me, my heart was sour again.

I quickened my pace while observing my surroundings vigilantly.

"Father, is it really you? Can you slow down? I still have a lot of questions and things I want to tell you. Dad, why haven't you come to see me??..."

I couldn't answer the questions behind me, and was about to speed up my pace, but suddenly remembered that Silong was injured, and there was a person on his back, so I couldn't help but stop.

I turned around and looked at Silong, who was struggling to keep up step by step, and gave him a mean smile, without saying a word.

(Seven)

"Bao'er, don't ask, just concentrate on walking. You have to go out of this forest by yourself, but I can help you lead the way." After I finished speaking to him, I started the hard trek again.

Not far away, I saw Bula waving at me in front of me.When we got closer, Bula shouted excitedly: "Commander, there are mines on my left and traps on my right. You can only pass through the middle, the little place where I am standing now!"

I quickened my pace, came to him in two steps, and shouted in a low voice: "It's not spicy, you bastard! Keep your voice down!" Then I turned around and smiled at Silong: "Bao'er, you must Follow where I walked! Be careful and follow me!"

When Silong passed by Bu La's side, the bastard Gaizi was very happy that he was finally able to help, and said to Silong in a low voice and excitedly: "Xiaobao, do you remember me? When you were young, Have we ever played hide-and-seek? You have to persevere and follow your father!"

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Along the way, I led the way, and Silong followed me with his comrades on his back and endured the pain. After being instructed by one brother after another, we walked through dangerous places full of hidden mines and traps.

When we walked to the edge of the woods, this place was already controlled by the North Vietnamese guerrillas.

It was time for me to say goodbye to my son, and I felt both sad and relieved at the same time.I looked at Silong, and there were thousands of words in my heart that I wanted to say to him, but I couldn't. I just wanted to look at him one more time.

Now Silong is so tired that he can't stand upright. He can come here because of his tenacious will. Now he can't speak, but he still looks at me stubbornly, his eyes full of tears. Doubts, puzzles, grievances and longings...

Seeing his gaze, I was so distressed that I was about to explode. I didn't dare to look at him, turned my back to him, and hurriedly said before leaving: "Bao'er, your camp is ahead. You have to hold on, Go down by yourself.

Whether you can see me or not, in fact, I have always been by your side, accompanying you, protecting you..."