In today's terms - luck is also a kind of strength!

Who can guarantee that on the battlefield, those who run fast must be safe?

Now, let’s prove this with real-life examples.

The big man carried a small steel cannon alone, and the speed was a little faster than the other two carrying a small steel cannon together. Moreover, from the explosion point of the small steel cannon shell that was closest to, if there were three straight points, the two behind were basically in a straight line with the big man in front. However, the occasional shaking during running would show the figure of the big man in front.

In theory, with such a small chance, the chance of the shells blowing to the big man in front of them is almost zero after the shell explodes.

But God just as he was sure of it, he actually gave way to a small chance of almost zero.

With a "boom" explosion, two shrapnel shot towards the big man like lightning, and miraculously passed by the two artillery soldiers who were carrying small steel cannons together. One of them even scratched the sleeves of an artillery soldier.

A shrapnel about three centimeters long and one centimeter wide hit the small steel cannon that the big man was carrying on his shoulder. With a crisp sound of "dang", a little spark was created, and then I didn't know where it was bounced.

The other piece was smaller, about two centimeters long and about half a centimeter wide, and shot the big man on the right arm carrying the small steel cannon.

The big man groaned and threw himself forward to the ground.

The two artillery soldiers behind saw it and ran over quickly, put down the small cannon, and asked about the big man's condition.

"I was bitten by a mosquito, it's okay."

Although the big man said it was light, he was sweating profusely. I don’t know if it was caused by the rapid running just now or the pain now.

The two artillery soldiers didn't know where the big man was injured, and were looking at the big man with their eyes. The big man sat up and touched the wound of his right arm with his left hand.

The shrapnel was inserted very deeply, and almost only a sharp prickly mouth the size of a grain of rice was left outside. When the big man touched the sharp shrapnel exposed outside, he gasped in pain and grinned his teeth. The two artillery soldiers immediately grabbed his right arm to check.

"Can't pull it out!" Seeing that two comrades clutched both ends of the wound on their right arm, and the other was about to lower their heads. Obviously, they wanted to pull out the shrapnel with their mouths. The big man quickly stopped them: "At least, you can't pull it out now."

Seeing the two of them turning their heads at the same time, the big man smiled, which was ridiculously ugly than crying.

"I guess the shrapnel is inserted very deeply. At this time, there are no medicines, no disinfection, and no bleeding. You will definitely be able to flow like a lot of blood when you pull it out. If you don't pull it out, you can still make me shed less blood and protect my arm." As he said that, the big man stood up and smiled: "Anyway, our artillery soldiers are not going to be the enemy's meat meal. It doesn't matter if you have more arm, and less arm, as long as your strength is still there..."

As he said that, he bent down and stretched out his left hand to hold the small steel cannon, muttering: "Fortunately, my strength is still there, and my legs are fine, so I can still carry the small steel cannon... Hiss~!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but take a breath.

Because he just grabbed the small steel cannon with his left hand, he tried hard to carry the small steel cannon on his left shoulder. As a result, the force pulled the wound, and he couldn't help but snorted in pain.

Then, he turned around and glared at his two comrades: "I said, why are you two still standing there? Want to wait for the cannonballs? You're blind, but you can't help me put this small cannon on it. Hurry up, the platoon leader is waiting in front of you and is anxious."

The two artillery soldiers were moved by his heroic spirit and were a little confused by his explanation. They were thinking about what he said, so they were stunned for a moment.

Hearing his words, he quickly ran up and lifted the puzzled little steel cannon to the big man's left shoulder and asked, "Are you okay? Otherwise, we can carry one door by one."

"Get out!" The big man grabbed the small steel cannon with force and cursed: "I can beat you two to death with one hand. Carrying a small steel cannon is a matter? Get out!"

Then, no matter how they were, he walked forward quickly with a small cannon alone. However, his speed was much slower and he was still breathing heavily from time to time. Obviously, the wound on his right arm was very deep and painful, making him unable to be as flexible as before.

After the two artillery soldiers carried the small steel cannons, they were no more than the big one, but almost walked side by side with him. They glanced at the big one from time to time. Obviously, the two artillery soldiers were worried about the big one and were ready to go over and help at any time.

After running for about thirty meters, the platoon leader was squatting on the edge of a short forest in front, but the big man turned his head and whispered to the two comrades: "I warn you two, I will see the platoon leader later, so don't tell me that I was injured, otherwise, I will deal with you two. Do you know?"

Neither answered.

However, at this time, the platoon leader also saw them and stood up. The big man had no chance to make sure.

"Why are you so slow? Haven't you had enough food?" The platoon leader complained and went forward to tie a big man and put down the small cannon.

The big man glared at the two men first. Seeing that they both turned their heads, he smiled at the platoon leader with satisfaction: "Plane leader, this road is a bit difficult to run, so slow down, I won't be able to do it next time. Hey! Hey!"

"Okay, let's not say much, quickly set up the small cannon. This time, you must do a few more shots."

Soon, everyone put up the small steel cannon. This time, there was plenty of time. The platoon leader did a relatively long test and modulation time, and even asked the big man about his judgment. It can be said that this time, the platoon leader had great expectations...but it was precisely because of this over-emphasized and energetic hit that he did not notice that when asking the big man, the big man stretched out his left thumb to judge the distance, rather than using the right thumb habitually.

"Dong!Dong!"

Two shells ejected from the muzzle and shot towards the opposite side with the sound of "Swish~!Swish~!"

Having expectations does not necessarily mean success. On the contrary, many times, the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

Because there were only eight shells left, the platoon leader did not quickly release the second shell this time, but kept staring at the opposite side with a telescope.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two flames flashed almost at the same time, and at the moment when the flames flashed, the platoon leader did not see the human body blown away, nor did he see more shells detonated, which made the four platoon leaders understand that the two small cannons were hit by the wrong ones.

This was the longest and most sufficient shelling bombardment, but it turned out to be missed. This made the platoon leader a little angry.

"Let's go! Transfer with me again." As he said that, the platoon leader carried the shell box and took the lead in running... It's really not that the platoon leader put on airs. He thought he was a platoon leader and could do light work. In fact, on the contrary, the platoon leader rushes to do the hardest and most tiring work on weekdays. This is not only reflected in the platoon leader, but almost all the commanders in the Eighth Route Army will not put on airs. They share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers and work together. There will definitely be no old warlords, and they will definitely reflect the true meaning and importance of the four words "equality of officers and soldiers".

The reason why the platoon leader only chose to carry the ammunition box is mainly because as an observer, debugger, and gunner, the platoon leader not only needs to concentrate on observing and judging, but also must maintain his physical strength and maintain his flexibility and vigilance. Therefore, the real way should be that he should keep his physical strength and energy empty-handed, and he has already dealt with the shelling below. Now he takes the initiative to carry the ammunition box and help share part of it, which is already a hard work.

The big man also had to carry another small steel cannon, but another comrade was carried on his shoulder. He grinned at the big man and then walked away quickly.

"you……"

I said a word, but I couldn't say anything after that.

But the soldier behind him carried the second small steel cannon and smiled at the big man and said in a low voice: "The wounded should have the awareness and treatment of the wounded, hey! Hey!"

Seeing the three of them carrying things, the big man was stunned for a full second, and then cursed, "It's all a bunch of bastards!" Then, he scratched the back of his head with his left hand, cursed his lips, and quickly followed. However, his eyes were a little moved... Although no one said it, he helped him with practical actions, making him feel the friendship of his comrades.

However, what the big man didn't know was that the two comrades had already agreed on: one deliberately dragged the big man behind, and the other ran faster and reported the situation to the platoon leader.

"Platform leader, the big man is injured..."

"Injured?" The platoon leader stopped, looked back and continued to walk, asking, "Where is the injury? Is it serious?"

"I hurt my right arm, and the shrapnel was inserted a little deep. The big man didn't let us pull it out. He said that it was at this time, pulling it out would only make a bad thing."

The platoon leader nodded and said nothing. Because he understood that the big man was an old gunner, and he participated in artillery training with him, but his mind was a little bad, so he was now just a deputy squad leader. You should know that at the same time, all those who survived were now the backbone of the artillery company of the assault regiment, at least a squad leader. Only the big man was the deputy squad leader. In today's terms, he was the one who was the worst.

However, the long-term combat career has allowed the big man to know how to deal with various wounds, so the platoon leader chose to believe the big man’s own suggestions... In fact, at this time, there is no way to believe it. What can we do if we don’t believe it at this time?

"By the way, the platoon leader, the big man wants face, so we are not allowed to tell you about this, look..."

"Well! I understand. In this way, all three of us worked harder. While pretending not to know, we continued to carry these two small cannons and shell boxes on their own initiative. Just don't let the big man carry them, so that he can get a rest."

"good!"

Then, the few people advanced more than 30 meters and came to the edge of the other side of the low woods. This place was not only conducive to concealment, but also did not allow branches to block the flight trajectory that was shot out with the shells in advance.

After setting up the small cannon, the platoon leader observed the opposite side again, and judged... he was more careful than last time and more cautious than last time.

…(To be continued)
Chapter completed!