Dinner changed a little bit this day, and the logistics troops brought some compressed biscuits, so we didn't have to eat canned food anymore.

Compressed biscuits are divided into two types: white flavor and salty pepper and soaked in oil. Each pack is 0.5 kg, four slices per pack, and 125 grams per slice. It is said that this biscuit contains very rich nutrition and has a significant effect on maintaining human body functions, which can increase physical fitness and reduce hunger.

I chose the kind with salt and pepper. Although the white flavor is better than the salt and pepper and salt, and I don’t need to drink more water, I know... I need to replenish salt after sweating a lot, otherwise I will be unable to cope with the subsequent marches or battles.

Don’t think that these compressed biscuits are used to help us. According to the tradition of our army, you can only get rewards for winning battles. If you defeat a battle... you have to accept criticism and self-examination! Your superiors do not care how many people you sacrificed or how brave you are in the battle.

Fortunately, we cannot say that this battle is a complete defeat. I think this is also the reason why the superiors have not yet achieved the result and the soldiers can maintain a certain morale.

So I couldn't help but feel so beautiful... What if this army was not there? I am the squad leader!

Then why are there compressed biscuits to eat?

First of all, these cookies are not a good thing. They are distributed by each army. It is just that because the army I am in has a mission to cross the river, they generally carry "iron coffins" that are not easy to wet.

"Iron Coffin" is an alias for cans by the soldiers, because the cans are long like a coffin, and the soldiers all felt that half of their bodies had entered the coffin, so they were inspired and called it "Iron Coffin".

Secondly... the reason why we have these compressed biscuits is entirely because our superiors want to use this old street as a transit station on the front line and behind.

Old Street is a transportation hub, right?

Since it is a traffic hub, it means that there are various highways, railways and mountain roads from here to all directions from the front line. Therefore, storing strategic materials here is the best way to facilitate the logistics forces to transport ammunition, grain, etc. to the front line in a timely manner.

In other words... In the future, not only will compressed biscuits be transported to the old street, but there will also be various supplies and ammunition...

As a troops stationed in the old street, this can be said to be our welfare because we don’t have to worry about insufficient supply. But it can also be said to be our nightmare, because it means we will become the focus of the Vietnamese attack.

"Hey, comrades!" Just as the soldiers and I were swallowing the biscuits and water, the old squad leader of the kitchen squad was sweating and carrying two baskets up, shouting at us happily: "Comrades... the steamed buns that have just been out of the cage are here!"

As he said that, he lifted the lid and immediately the fragrance filled the air.

"Wow……"

With a cheer, the soldiers boiled, and they gathered around and reached out to grab it.

The old squad leader was so anxious that he shook his hands at us: "Slow down... line up one by one..."

"Old squad leader!" Scar asked strangely, "Where did you get the steamed bun?"

"Is that?" The old squad leader pulled off the towel hanging around his neck and wiped his face with sweat: "A truck of flour was transported from it. I thought that the soldiers hadn't eaten hot food for a long time, so I asked for two bags of it. I found a pot in the Vietnamese people's room and steamed the steamed buns..."

"You are there..." Scar wanted to say something, but the rest of the words were blocked back.

I couldn't help but the temptation of the fragrance. After receiving two, I couldn't wait to stuff it into my mouth...

People who eat hot food at home every day cannot experience the pain of filling our hunger with canned food every day. Now they eat hot and fragrant steamed buns... Just like when they get home and reunited with their relatives, some soldiers are even reluctant to eat it, but they are worried that the heat will dissipate like this, so they carefully cover their hands with a little taste.

Seeing this, the old squad leader sighed from the side: "I have walked away from the gates of hell, and I can't even eat hot rice. The most pitiful one is those comrades who died, and they couldn't eat a bite of steamed bun when they left..."

Hearing this, the soldiers were all stunned. Some soldiers thought of their comrades who had just died, and their tears flowed down. They wanted to cry out loud, but they were all covered with steamed buns in their mouths and hands, so there were "whimper" everywhere with a vague sob...

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun still sprays out from the treetops unwillingly, dyeing the white clouds into blood and the green mountains into blood. The whole world seems to have fallen into a red dyeing vat and rolled over.

At the right time, the scholar sat on the hill again, silently pulling out the harmonica and blowing with the wind.

But it is a farewell song.

Listening to the slightly sad and serene melody, the soldiers hummed the song at the same time:

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the fragrant grass is connected to the sky

The evening breeze blows the willows and the sound of the flute is gone, the sunset is outside the mountains

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the friendship between you and half falls

Life is a rare gathering, only separation is

…”

Accompanied by the singing, are the soldiers' sorrows and the gradually fading sunset...

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I originally thought that the Vietnamese army would give us some rest tonight, after all, both sides did not get any benefits in the battle, right? According to my thinking, since this is the case, it would be better for both sides to pause for a while to rest...

But the battlefield is the battlefield, and the enemy will never do what we hope, and the situation of the battle will not always develop as we imagined.

With the explosion of "boom", a three-story wooden brick mixed building in the school collapsed.

The soldiers and I were quickly awakened. Although most of us didn't sleep at all under the bites of mosquitoes, we still touched our guns and entered the state of fighting as soon as possible.

The gunshots quickly rang out... But I think these were all over-needed soldiers shooting randomly because I didn't see any enemy or hear the enemy's screams.

"What happened?"

"The Vietnamese Japanese are coming to attack?"

...

I heard people asking questions around me, but I didn't say anything.

Because I know that no one will know what happened at this time, and asking is a waste of time.

The soldiers are not unaware of this. The reason why they know that they can’t find the result is that they still have to ask because the fear in their hearts requires an outlet to vent, hoping that someone can give them a satisfactory answer to calm their hearts.

"Nothing big!" Scar quickly said in a relaxed tone: "I can't say which careless comrade accidentally ignited the grenade. The Japanese's house could not help but explode, and it collapsed in one go."

Although this answer is unreasonable, it can temporarily stabilize the morale of the army, so the soldiers quickly calmed down.

"Comrades, please take care of it!" Scar continued: "Don't run around, don't shoot randomly. This black and black... Maybe you can just let your own people be beaten as the Philistine Japanese, or you can beat your own people as the Philistine Japanese! Do you understand?"

"clear!"

"clear!"

...

What I am very strange about is that Scar is a very experienced leader. In my opinion, his ability is definitely above the company commander and even above the battalion commander. In addition, he has been in the army for quite some time. The Scar on his face also proves that he is brave in combat... Why is he still a small platoon leader?

Of course, this is not something I need to care about.

What I need to care about now is actually very simple, that is, whether I can walk out of this battlefield alive.

The gunshot finally stopped after more than ten minutes. From this point of view, some of the soldiers in our army are really not suitable for participating in the battle. Because of the experience of the Vietnamese agent pretending to be our soldiers last night to make trouble, the superiors issued a strict order before dark tonight, not to fire randomly... But it was obvious that this order did not have the effect it should have.

After a period of emergency communication, the troops finally figured out the situation: a warehouse storing grain and supply in the northeast corner was attacked by the Vietnamese army. The god of the Vietnamese army unconsciously touched the sentry guarding the warehouse, and then ignited the explosive pack in the warehouse... So the comrades in the logistics army were in vain all day.

"Squad leader!" The scholar sat beside me and frowned and said, "It's a little wrong. Why does the Japanese in Yue seem to know our situation clearly!"

"Yes!" Xiaoshitou, not far away, said, "When we go out, we are ambushing the Chinese and Vietnamese Japanese. It seems that we all know our march route."

"Especially tonight!" The scholar came to me again: "It is said... In order to prevent the Vietnamese Japanese from discovering where they were placed, the people in the logistics army chose to strengthen the food after dark, but they still let the Vietnamese Japanese bomb one by one!"

"You have spies!" I replied disapprovingly.

I've heard from the old man that a large number of spies from the Vietnamese Japanese had mixed into our army.

There are two reasons for this. One is that Vietnam and our country had a period of comrades and brothers. There were even many Vietnamese Japanese officers who were trained directly in our military academies, so there were many people who could speak fluent Chinese in the Vietnamese army.

The second is that the review of our army's enlistment was too relaxed. Just like me, I just reported my hometown name and then joined the army in a confused manner. Many soldiers even died and didn't know where they were named.

It is conceivable that since I can join the army like this, then the Vietnamese Japanese who speak Chinese can naturally join the army like this.

"This time it's not just a spy problem!" At some point, Scar said next to us: "The high ground around the old street is surrounded by our army's troops, barbed wire and mines are all pulled up... After asking them, they all said that everything is normal and no one is able to find the Japanese pass by, but the warehouse is still blown up, and no one knows how the Japanese Japanese come in!"

Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but feel a little shocked and said, "What if... the Japanese invaders came in from outside?"
Chapter completed!