Mission number one!

Every minute and every second may determine the life and death of more comrades.

Now, a lot of time has been delayed. The sacrificed Xiao Huang cannot be buried for peace for the time being, so I can only temporarily put him on the side of the road and cover him with weeds. After the battle is over, everyone will come to buried Xiao Huang for peace.

Everyone understands this. So the captain just gathered everyone together, saluted Xiao Huang's body silently, and then said, "Whoever wants to survive, must let Xiao Huang be safe." Then he led the team without looking back.

Everyone continued to carry out the mission without saying anything. They just remembered the captain's words in their hearts, and remembered the little things they had when they were with Xiao Huang... This is the soldier. The cruel war made many soldiers unable to get into peace at the first time. They could only wear corpses in this way, and the highest honor for soldiers!

We advanced more than 100 meters. As we watched the Japanese camp get closer and closer, everyone's psychological pressure is getting stronger and stronger, and the atmosphere is getting more and more tense.

Finally, the captain asked someone to pass the message one by one.

"Now it is a critical moment. Whether the task can be completed depends on whether we can send the artillery comrades forward and then hold them for ten minutes... So, next, no matter what we encounter, everyone is allowed to stay. Remember: rush forward and guard desperately!"

Although I had heard this before I went out, now facing the closer Japanese camp, everyone still had the idea of ​​sacrificing their lives for the country... At this time, they were either particularly afraid of death or particularly not afraid of death. Obviously, these carefully selected elites understood the significance of this special operation team at the beginning of their selection. On the other hand, they were also suicide squads. Since they chose to join voluntarily, they were already prepared to die heroically. There was nothing to think about, and they fought hard!

Even though they didn't care about being exposed at this time, they rushed straight to the Japanese camp along the path, just wanted to get closer to the Japanese camp as quickly as possible, and then complete the tasks assigned to them by their superiors. That's all.

Moving forward silently, making up your mind silently, and silently looking at death as if you were homeless!

"Comrades, rushed to the hill ahead and arrived at the shelling position we designated, and worked harder."

Everyone was more motivated, but they were even more silent. However, in this silence, a firm fighting will appear in the hearts of every soldier. The will is called: treating death as if it were home! The task is greater than life!

When we arrived at the foot of the mountain and looked at the small hill about 60 meters high, everyone felt more and less relieved: to be able to get here, we have a greater grasp of completing the task.

The captain ordered in a deep voice: "Squad 2 is fifty meters left, team 3 is fifty meters right, team 1 is centred with artillery and me!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

As soon as the captain finished speaking, a burst of gunfire suddenly came from the hillside.

Two team members died on the spot and three were injured, including the captain.

"team leader!"

A warrior on the right side of the captain screamed and rushed over, obviously trying to use his body to block bullets for the captain.

But, the captain pushed him away.

Then, the captain glanced at his left arm and saw that the left arm was rubbed by a bullet, leaving a wound. Although it was nothing serious, blood flowed, which made people feel that the injury was quite serious.

The captain covered the wound with his hand, then looked at the blood donating with his right hand, and shouted disdainfully: "Isn't it just a little scratched by a bullet? What's there to make a fuss? Since everyone chose to join the commando team, they never thought about going back alive. Since they didn't even care about this life, they still care about this small injury?"

Then, he stood there and shouted: "There are only a few Japanese patrols above, so don't worry about them. The second and third teams immediately executed the orders, and the remaining people were attracted to Japanese firepower on the spot."

Perhaps, some people may think: The Japanese have started shooting you, why are you still standing here stupidly? Hurry up! The person who said this, I am sure that he has not experienced the test of life and death. When a person is angry or highly focused, except for the thing he thinks in his mind, he is basically blank for everything else. It is like the scene that everyone often sees in film and television works: the enemy is charging and firing with bullets as rain, but among the defending side, some people suddenly take up a light machine gun and stand up and shoot at the enemy. Don’t he know that it would be much safer to hide in the trenches and shoot at the enemy? In fact, at this time, his mind had never thought about anything else, including his own safety, except killing the enemy.

Those who can be selected into the special operations team are veterans with rich experience on the battlefield. When the captain said this, they understand the captain's meaning: a small team and others stay here to attract the enemy's firepower, and also to cover the safety of their two teams. After these two go up from the left and right sides of the hill, they can attack the Japanese on the top of the mountain at the same time, and the Japanese on the top of the mountain can completely attack the Japanese on the top of the mountain. The Japanese on the top of the mountain will be defeated without attacking. It can even be said that as long as the three-sided attack is completed, the Japanese on the then, even if they want to run away... The key is, as the captain said, there are only seven or eight Japanese on the top of the mountain. Facing the attack of fifty or sixty experienced veterans, the Japanese on the top of the mountain will not only not be able to gain a advantage in individual soldiers, but also many times less in number. Once they face three-sided attacks, they will be dead!

Interestingly, all three wounded people caused by the Japanese attack this time were from a small team.

Everyone joined the suicide squad, so everyone refused to accompany the medical staff. They were all combatants. I just planned to complete the task even if I didn’t want this life. What’s the point of getting hurt? Fortunately, the regiment equipped everyone with a simple first aid kit saying it was a first aid kit. In fact, it was a piece of gauze, a ball of cotton, and a powdered herb wrapped in two layers of kraft paper, which was mainly used to stop bleeding.

Now, everyone can only bandage it simply... Fortunately, the artillery comrades knew that they couldn't help much at this time, but it was still possible to carry out simple bandages, so they quickly stepped forward to help and bandage the three wounded.

Seeing that the Second Team and the Third Team were leaving without stopping to execute the order, the captain was not anxious: he instructed the soldiers not to be anxious and to fight calmly. Anyway, everyone’s current task is to attract the Japanese’s firepower, hold the other party, and wait for the three-sided attack to complete.

Then, the captain, together with the other two wounded, was pulled by the artillery to a broken hurdle more than two meters high at the bottom of the hillside.

Unbuttoned the buttons of his shirt, took off his left sleeve, bare his left arm, and did not look at the wound, allowing the artilleryman to toss him. But he looked carefully at the two wounded men in front of him.

One of the wounded people should have a bullet scrubbed on their heads, but it was a little deeper, so there were more blood flowing, so there were three people bandaging them: there was no way. One took herbal powder to stop bleeding from the wound, and the other was ready to bandage them with cotton stained with herbal powder at any time. The other saw that the wounded people were bleeding a lot, so they simply took a pack of herbal powder that had just torn open the kraft paper and were ready to hand it over at any time.

The other wounded was quite strange: the artillery soldier who was going to bandage him urged him, "You're going to take it off soon! I can apply medicine to you." However, the wounded blushed, grabbed the belt with his hands tightly, gritted his teeth, and refused to answer, and did not move. But his body was lying to the right.

"Comrade, are you injured by your waist or your butt?" Seeing that the injured person was about twenty years old and very young, the captain felt that it was normal for this comrade to be shy, but as the captain, he should care more about him, and cut off his unnecessary thoughts and let him cooperate with bandaging.

The members of the Special Operations Team are selected from the New Orlean and the Main Group, and they form a temporary team. It is normal for most people to not know each other.

The wounded man's face turned redder a little. Fei glanced at the captain, lowered his head, and never answered.

"Captain, what if he gets injured his waist? He just gets injured his butt." The artillery comrade behind him answered casually and explained with a smile: "But this comrade is very thin-skinned and shy like a woman. I have been persuading him for a long time, but he just never takes off his pants. I really don't know why he is shy?"

When the comrades next to them heard this, they burst into laughter, including the captain laughing happily... This is the normal situation for veterans to war: the comrades not far away are still shooting at the Japanese, but they seem to have not seen it. They are all sitting here with peace of mind and chatting and laughing. However, everyone knows that such veterans are the most powerful veterans. Although they are completely unrelated to their own affairs, as long as the captain gives them the order, they will ensure that they will immediately become tigers, and their combat effectiveness is definitely much stronger than ordinary soldiers.

"Everyone is a man, no one has less hands than anyone else. Let's see what's wrong?" An artillery next to the wounded soldier lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and sent the cigarette into the wounded's mouth: "Don't worry about their opinions, the most important thing is to survive well... Come, take a cigarette and cooperate well."

"Xie Erbao, you are not fucking enough!" The wounded soldier who had just stopped the blood and was sitting up and allowed the artillery to bandage him. He shouted: "Your fucking last time you were injured and wanted to smoke. I was shameless to ask for half a pack of cigarettes for you, and I let you smoke them alone. I didn't have the nerve to mouth a mouthful. Now, I'm injured, but you don't care about me and don't give me one if there is any cigarette."

"That's it! That's too unkind."

"Yes! I suggest that the cigarettes in his pocket should be divided."

"I agree. And, I suggest not smoking him this time."

Everyone started to make a fuss, but Xie Erbao was so scared that he quickly bowed and took out the cigarette obediently, first gave it a piece of it to his mouth, and then contributed it to it.

Then, Xie Erbao patted the wounded soldier who was unwilling to take off his pants and said angrily: "Where did you get so many bad habits? You are so careless? You haven't taken off your pants and put medicine on it? To protect you, I have contributed all the pack of cigarettes I just received. If you dare not cooperate, I can't smoke you to death."

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Chapter completed!