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

(One)

I accompanied Bao'er to the Vietnam battlefield again. Now it's 1970, and the United States is deeply stuck in Vietnam, and the more I try to struggle, the more I can't pull it out.

I didn't give Silong a dream, and of course I wouldn't show myself in front of him easily.I just stood beside him, watching him silently.I still think that unless it is absolutely necessary, don't exert any influence on him and let him develop naturally. This is the right thing to do.

The current Silong is very different from the recruit on the battlefield a few years ago.Of course, the responsibilities and burdens on him are heavier now, and he needs to be responsible for more than 100 people in the entire company.

I saw that their company performed several missions under his command. Whether it was capturing prisoners, reconnaissance, or cooperating with brother troops, their company performed well.Now, Silong can not only proficiently apply the military knowledge he has learned, but also flexibly innovate according to the terrain, environment and various special conditions of the battlefield.He already understood that battles are dead and people are alive, and it is most important to give full play to and use good people's factors on the battlefield.During this process, perhaps Master Zhang's words of reminding him played a role.He reminded himself from time to time that to love soldiers like sons, we must not only complete the mission, but also minimize the casualties of the troops.

The time on the battlefield passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, half a year passed, and it was almost time for their division to return to the country to rest.Due to Silong's leadership on the battlefield and love of soldiers like sons, his company can not only complete the task well, but also maintain the lowest casualty rate in the whole division.At the same time, he also won the heartfelt love and trust of the soldiers.Seeing him and his soldiers, the kind of life-and-death friendship condensed from blood and fire, we old cannon fodders all empathize, and at the same time are very pleased.

In three days, it was time for their troops to switch defenses and return home to rest. I heard that the brother troops who came to replace them were already on their way.There are no tasks for the time being, Silong and his instructor are staying in a rough office in the humid and hot rainforest, discussing the issues that should be paid attention to when handing over with brother troops.

Me and Milong and the others were walking casually in the hidden army garrison, thinking that Silong's army was about to complete its mission and return home, and I was about to go home, so I would have an explanation with Jasmine after returning home.At this moment, a sudden and shrill air defense siren sounded.

Immediately afterwards, several US bombers appeared in the sky not far away and flew over.

(two)

Recently, there have always been US military planes that have crossed the 17th parallel north latitude, not only to conduct investigations in our country, but also to bombard the Sino-Vietnamese border indiscriminately.However, our army's radar units and anti-aircraft artillery units are not vegetarians, and they have long been prepared for this.

Today, when these bombers violated our airspace again, they were already locked on by our radar units.Just when the air defense siren had just ended, we heard a burst of ear-splitting gunfire.Our army's anti-aircraft artillery units began to show off.

I looked up at the sky, thinking in my heart that our army's ground cannons worked really well together, and the children's reactions were really fast!I heard the fat man next to me shout cheerfully: "It's down, it's down."

I saw a U.S. military plane was directly hit by a shell and exploded in the sky, while several other planes turned around and fled without a trace.

But after a while, we saw a white mushroom floating flickeringly in the sky. It seemed that the pilot had parachuted. What a fate!

(three)

The phone in the room rang quickly, and I walked slowly to the window, only to see Si Long answering something with a cautious expression while holding the phone.After a while, I saw him ordering the whole company to gather.

Our army's anti-aircraft artillery unit shot down the US bomber, but the pilot jumped out of the parachute.Now Silong's reconnaissance is connected to the superior's order to search for the parachuted pilot in the forest not too far from the station. The superior's request must capture the prisoner alive.

I saw all the officers and soldiers of the reconnaissance company gather urgently, and set off immediately after Silong briefly announced the combat requirements.I turned around and smiled bitterly at the group of old cannon fodder who followed me, thinking that I might have to follow this kid again.This was probably the last mission they even accepted before returning home.

Not long after the company left the station, according to Silong's request, the first and second platoons were divided into left and right outflanking, while the third platoon was led by the company commander to search from the front.A large net was cast.

We gangsters slowly wandered behind Silong, anyway, their children couldn't see us, so we walked very casually.Today's mission is not very dangerous. Our army has a large number of people, and the location where the pilot landed is within the control of our army, so we don't have much to worry about.

The main problem now is that there are still two hours left, and the sky will be dark. If the prisoners can be caught and rushed back to the station before dark, then there will be no problem.However, the jungle in Vietnam is very difficult to walk, there are mountain leeches and some unknown poisonous insects and snakes everywhere.If you wait until dark and search in the woods, it will be difficult to find the target.

Presumably Silong also knew this, he ordered the three rows following him to line up and speed up the pace of the search.When they came to a small clearing in the forest ahead, one of the warriors spotted a mass of white flowers piled up under a bush.That was the parachute that had been severed.

At this time, Silong was accompanied by several soldiers in three rows and one squad. He estimated that the pilot should not be far away, so he arranged for these soldiers to conduct a scattered search around the parachute.And he himself was at the forefront.

(four)

Gradually, Silong walked further and further away, creating a large distance between him and his soldiers.The forest was very dense, so I hastened to follow him, otherwise I would lose sight of him if I was not careful.

I saw a shadow swaying in the shade of the tree. If I didn't see it right there, I would almost be ignored.That place is very suspicious, I was thinking how to remind, but saw that Silong had already noticed something strange, walked a few steps in that direction, and suddenly stopped.

Silong held his gun and aimed in that direction.Suddenly, he lowered the muzzle of his gun slightly and said, "Come out, I've seen you." I noticed unexpectedly that he spoke fluent English, and his pronunciation was similar to that of my former translator. Very similar.

The shadow in the shade of the tree swayed again, but did not move.

Silong continued to say in English: "Come out, or I will shoot." At the same time, he pulled the bolt of the gun.

I saw a man slowly walking out from the shade of the tree. He was wearing a US military flight leather jacket. He was of medium build, and his face could not be seen clearly for a while.

When he got closer, he stopped at a distance of about ten steps away from Silong, and he was still holding a small pistol for self-defense tightly in his hand.

"Put down your gun and raise your hands above your head. We guarantee the safety of the prisoners." Silong continued to shout to him in English.

"Your Bao'er is good, look at this fluent English, why are you in the same tune as Fanla?!" Milong was blindfolded beside me, showing a smug smile, as proud as if he was his own son like.

"Milong, you forgot, who did our Bao'er learn from? Isn't it all taught by a teacher, Mr. Meng?" Chief Ayi took the initiative to answer for me.He looked at Silong with joy, and the one standing there seemed to be his child too.

"Captain, why doesn't this Yankee have a big nose? He's still a major!" Bula asked in surprise.

Hearing Bula's shout, everyone noticed that the pilot had black hair, yellow skin, and good facial features, and he really didn't have a big nose.

I saw him slowly raising his hand, but he didn't put down the gun in his hand. Suddenly, he directly pressed the gun to his temple.

I kept looking at Silong, and didn't pay much attention to the nonsense of the cannon fodder behind me.Seeing this, I suddenly remembered that the superior's request to Silong was "be sure to capture the prisoner alive", what would he do?

This action startled Si Long too, but his reaction was also quick. He dropped the gun, rushed to the pilot, and went to snatch the gun.

Bao'er has practiced martial arts since she was a child, and her skills are not so fast.What's more, when he was a scout, he practiced the skills of grappling and fighting, so he rushed forward without fear.

The Yankee was taken aback by Bao'er's aura, but he refused to be captured, so the two of them wrestled together.

Seeing this, I screamed in my heart that it was bad, Bao'er didn't have much experience in this kind of melee combat, not to mention, the gun was still in the opponent's hand.He is too reckless!

A muffled gunshot rang out, and the two figures finally separated. I saw that the gun had been snatched by Silong. He held the gun firmly, and slowly stepped back a few steps. , slumped to the ground.There was a small hole in Silong's left chest, and blood was pouring out continuously.