I saw a post looking for a comrade in the book review area. I forwarded it here. Please help me and informed book friends to achieve the wishes of the old soldier:

Because of work, I interviewed an old volunteer soldier today. He was already 85 years old. He was a machine gun squad soldier from the 12th Army. He entered North Korea in 1951. Now the old man is seriously ill and his only wish is to find his comrade-in-arms who was the same comrade-in-arms, and he was also his life-saving man. When he retreated from Seoul, he fought a blocking battle. There were only three people left in one of them. The old man was injured and returned to China early. The comrade-in-arms carried him out of the pile of dead people and found a medical team. The last sentence they said was: "After you come back from recuperating from the country, bring me a lighter. From then on, I lost contact. The old man was from Ma'anshan, Anhui, named Wang Chuanlin, and his comrade-in-arms only knew he was from Tianjin, named Yue Baowen. Facing the camera of the TV station, the old man cried and insisted on putting on a military uniform, putting a commemorative medal, and honored a trembling military salute to our camera.

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It was already three hours later when we arrived at Bawai Mountain. As the soldiers and I were worried, there were no troops here that were abandoned all kinds of equipment along the way, and only a dozen engineers were pulling out the small red flags on the mines.

"Comrade Engineer!" Li Zhifu ran up and asked, "Have you seen the troops of the 639th Regiment?"

"639th Regiment?" Several engineers shook their heads and said, "There are quite a few troops that have been removed, but we don't know which unit is in chaos!"

"Why haven't you retreated yet?" A cadre of the engineer came up and asked, "All the troops here retreated an hour ago. What are you looking for? Don't run around, landmines are everywhere!"

"Battorney General! What should I do now?" Li Zhifu turned around and asked me dejectedly.

"Are you still not able to contact the League headquarters?" I asked the correspondent beside me.

The most difficult thing at this time is the correspondent. They ran along the way for a while and turned on the walkie-talkie to contact the team for a while. As long as they were free, they would contact the regiment headquarters and the division headquarters. They were already busy and sweating profusely.

The communications soldier shook his head in distress and replied: "They should be in retreat, and there is no reply at all!"

"Battery Commander!" Another communication soldier interrupted, "Our army must have thought we had retreated with the 43rd Army's troops, but the 43rd Army obeyed the order and asked us to retreat, so we couldn't get to the side of the two..."

"Yeah!" I nodded. What the correspondent soldier said made sense. But what made me feel a little helpless was that the troops were in chaos just now that they had just begun to retreat. Then in a few days...

"You should retreat quickly!" The engineer cadre continued, "We are already the last batch, and the Vietnamese Japanese may not be sure to come up soon!"

"Retreat!" I turned around and asked the guide, "Will you recognize the way back?"

"No problem!" The guide nodded confidently.

"Wait!" Just as we turned around and were about to leave, the engineer cadres stopped us and said, "Don't walk around. The places where the little red flag are planted are full of mines, and only one road in the middle is safe!"

"Um!" We were shocked when we heard the words of the engineer cadres - fortunately we came up early to meet these engineers, if they had already pulled out all the little red flags later...

"Retreat!" With my order, the soldiers did not dare to delay any more. Under the guidance of the guide, they ran towards the north.

Along the way, there were small red flags planted by infantrymen, and the soldiers were running back on a road more than one meter wide in the center of the small red flag.

Although the soldiers were already very tired, especially the soldiers of the Fifth Company, they fought a life-and-death battle with the Vietnamese devils yesterday and had no time to recover their physical strength, this did not affect their marching speed at all.

I can understand the soldiers' mentality, are you going home! Who will still feel tired... Everyone wants to grow wings and run back to their country immediately. So afterwards, many people commented that this retreat is like a retreat, and it actually makes sense. Because the soldiers' retreat is really in order, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a chaos. Just like us now, there is no way to find our own troops...

But this is indeed not a kind of retreat. What is a kind of retreat? It is a kind of retreat that is defeated. Of course, we cannot say that it is defeated. On the contrary, the Vietnamese army defeated us. Does the Vietnamese army want to send a large number of troops to pursue our army? Everyone knows that this is difficult to do. The reason is very simple. Our artillery is better than the Yue Japanese. With this, we can block the pursuers of the Vietnamese army behind.

"Boom..." On our march, explosions kept coming from Lang Son, which caused the soldiers to look back.

"Battery Commander!" Some soldiers asked worriedly: "Did the Vietnamese Japanese catch up? They fought with our troops in Lang Son?"

"Don't worry!" I replied angrily: "That's the comrade of the engineer who is blasting!"

"Oh!" As I said this, the soldiers immediately became excited again: "Good blow up! It's better to blow up the entire Lang San!"

"That's it!" the hometown man replied, "Actually, these things are not considered to be from the Vietnamese army. The Japanese invaders have no ability! You see, they are so poor that they can't even wear shoes, and they can still afford to build these things? Those power stations, factories, and railway tracks are all built by our country, and those bridges... What we blow up are actually our own things!"

"Even if it's all blown up, it's left to these ungrateful wolves!" Li Zhifu interrupted, "Look at these damn guys, they still beat us with our stuff!"

"Do you think the Japanese in Yue dare to be arrogant?" Shunzi asked.

"This is not certain!" the hometown man replied: "But I think this revenge must have been fought, and it won't end so easily..."

"What are you afraid of?" Al Ziri shouted: "Comrades! If the Japanese devils dare to be arrogant, let's fight back?"

"Okay!" the soldiers answered in unison, with victory smiles on their faces.

Listening to the soldiers' comments, I could only smile bitterly in my heart: The people in my hometown are right, this war will never end so simply, but I think he would never have thought that this war would last for ten years...

"Battery Commander!" At some point, Liu Yun had already run to me and shouted.

Not to mention, although Liu Yun and Ariel Yichen are both female soldiers, they are not worse than male soldiers at all. Isn’t that? Not only did she not fall for such a rushing marching, she could also talk to me while running.

The soldiers running in front of me giggled and all of them were consciously distanced us. Even the guards and correspondents who had been following me were hiding far away. This immediately made me feel a little embarrassed, and there was a few more blush on Liu Yun's face.

"You can still eat it!" I asked without saying a word.

"It's okay!" Liu Yun nodded, then hesitated and asked: "Do you... have any plans after you go back?"

"What are your plans after you go back?" I was really stopped.

Since I returned to the past and walked onto the battlefield, I have either marched or fought. Even if I had a rest, it was a break between battles. I really didn't think about what to do after I went back.

Go home? My parents may have settled down now, but can I go back? Go back and tell them that I am their son decades later? I remember my dad gave birth to me at the age of 20, and I am afraid I am older than my dad now!

If I can, I think I should go to Baitou Mountain because there is a damn hole that will bring me back to the normal world...

"battalion commander……"

"Um!" Liu Yun's words pulled me back from my thoughts, and I shook my head and replied: "I don't know!"

"I don't plan to go back to see my family?" Liu Yun's expression was a little surprised.

"I..." I said with some embarrassment: "I don't know where my family is..."

"Are you an orphan?"

"Can you say that..." I didn't know how to explain to Liu Yun, so I responded casually.

"Then... then come to my house!" Liu Yun suddenly said something, but soon found that the words seemed too straightforward, so he hurriedly explained: "I mean... my father can talk to you very much, so you can talk to him..."

"Well! Liu Juncheng is very good." I didn't want the atmosphere to be so awkward, so I changed the subject: "He must have fought many wars!"

"Yeah!" Liu Yun nodded: "It's been at least decades, but what he remembers the most is when he resisted the U.S. aggression and aid Korea. His old commander always hung on him and burned incense to the old commander during the holidays! Every time I get to suffer, because he gets drunk every time..."

I was stunned when I heard this. I felt like I had knocked over the five flavor bottle. I didn’t know what it was. Liu Shunyi really valued friendship. After so many years, I still remember the "old leader" in the past. Thinking of this, I couldn’t help feeling a little guilty in my heart, and I felt like I had deceived my old comrades...

Liu Yun was just intrigued when he suddenly came to my ear and said, "Tell you a secret! Your name just happened to be the same as the old leader's name. Did you think it was a coincidence?"

"Hmm? Really?" I said pretending to be unexpected: "What a coincidence is it?"

"Yeah!" Liu Yun nodded vigorously: "So sometimes I wonder if it's because of my father who likes you very much? Do you still remember it? When you first saw him, he was drunk again. Usually he doesn't drink much because he is afraid of delaying his business. But when he saw you that day... he couldn't help but drink a few more glasses!"

I don't know what to say, so I can only smile as a response.

At this time, a whistling sound of artillery shells suddenly came from the space. I quickly pressed Liu Yun to the ground, and the soldiers fell to the ground one after another. There was a burst of "boom..." sound, and more than a dozen artillery shells exploded near us.

Although these shells were not accurate and the number of shells was not large, they made the mines on the roadside roar, and several mines were detonated by falling stones. There were explosions everywhere in an instant, but we could only lie in the middle because of the mines and didn't dare to move.

These are cold artillery fired by the Vietnamese army. I quickly made a judgment from the landing point of the shells. I guess the Vietnamese army knew that our army was retreating and did not dare to chase them too quickly and too close, so I fired a few shells to show off my might!

But if cold guns are fired, that's a coincidence! These dozen shells can land near us in such a big place as Lang San.

I looked up and looked at the road ahead. I quickly understood that there was an intersection in front, and the two roads merged into one to go north... The map of the Vietnamese army must have coordinates of this key traffic point, so it is not surprising that the shells will fall here.

I couldn't help but complain secretly that these shells are not terrible. We can encounter such shells on the battlefield several times. What's terrible is that there are mines everywhere around us, and mines buried by our engineers will cause a chain explosion...

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shout at the soldiers: "Everyone has it! rush over to me as fast as possible..."

"Yes!" The soldiers responded, jumped up from the ground and rushed towards the intersection. I reached out and pulled Liu Yun, who was lying beside me, and led her forward.

"Woo..." Another howling, and shells exploded around us, but none of us lay down and all of us were running forward with our waists.

Fortunately, our camp was not large in number. After so many fierce battles, there were only more than 200 people in the entire camp, so in a short while, they rushed across the intersection and turned into a valley.

At this time, a "boom" explosion sounded behind me, and a chain explosion occurred in the mines. It took a long time to stop.

"It's so dangerous!" Li Zhifu stuck his head out and looked at it, then quickly retracted his head and said with lingering fear: "It's just a little bit short of sacrifice. If he was a martyr at this time, it would be really not worth it!"

"It's okay!" Al Ziri replied, "I will help you take care of your family!"

"Go to your crow's mouth!" Li Zhifu laughed and scolded, and the soldiers laughed in chaos.

At this time, when we were completely unprepared, the sound of rockets suddenly came from the air, and then there was a burst of explosions in the south, and the Vietnamese artillery fire no longer moved.

It was obvious that at this time, our artillery used rocket launchers to counterattack the Vietnamese artillery. The soldiers couldn't help but cheer: "Good fight! The artillery brother vented his anger for us!"

"Kill these dogs to death!"

"One of the Japanese invaders hit us with a shell, and we will give him ten shots!"

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I took off my military cap and patted the dust. I angrily ordered them and said, "What is it? Keep moving forward!"

"Yes!" the soldiers responded and then happily embarked on the road.

I couldn't help but feel a little funny. At this time, they were not like soldiers, they were just a group of children who were angry with others... But then again, they could be considered children. Except for the people from my hometown and a few veterans such as Li Zhifu, the rest were only seventeen or eighteen years old. If this were just high school students in modern times, they were already carrying guns and fighting the enemy in a life-and-death battle with the enemy on the battlefield!

Walking along the road, there were broken telephone poles everywhere along the way, and the wires had long been gone. The shelves used to install transformers were also empty, so they were supposed to be "retained" by the engineers. When we turned along the Xiaohongqi on the road all the way onto the railway, we found that the railway tracks were also poached, and the remaining roadbeds and sleepers that could not be taken were also blown up in a mess.

Only then did I truly realize the true meaning of what the engineer said, "No hair left for the Vietnamese army." I had heard of the PLA soldiers taking away a large amount of spoils when they withdrew from Vietnam in the counterattack war. However, at that time, I only thought they took away the seized spoils, machines, ores, and so on, but I didn't expect that even things like wires and rails would not be left. There were even ways to blast the telephone poles one by one, which was really shameful.

But I think this is not because our army cares about this little money and small profits. Just imagine, the value of the wire obtained by blasting a telephone pole may not be enough to buy the explosives used for blasting. Many people may find it a bit puzzled to use eggs to replace stones, but it is not difficult to understand if they think about it carefully - Vietnam is originally a poor country, and after these things have been destroyed by us, how much manpower and material resources should they invest to restore their previous level! In the end, the war is still a comprehensive national strength. Although we did not occupy the entire territory of Vietnam in war, we can drag you down economically...

Facts have also proved that this direction is extremely correct. During the ten years of stalemate with our country, Vietnam's military strength was getting worse every year, and finally ended this meaningless war because it was unable to maintain it.

From this point of view, our country's senior decision-makers have long had the foresight in this regard. In other words, when our army retreated, every occupied city turned into ruins, every mine factory turned into wasteland, and even the ore had to be taken away... In fact, it is not just to vent its anger, but also a strategy.

We marched all the way all the way, and a few hours later we finally met a team of friendly troops riding in cars at a broken intersection. Only then did my heart calm down a little.

The road was full of bullet craters, and the military part on the car was the remains of wounded and martyrs who could not walk, so the car was driving very slowly. This allowed us to follow the car behind, although we ate a little more dust. In this way, we at least don’t have to worry about going the wrong way and losing our way, and we won’t be alone…

"Ding bee...ding bee..."

Just as we passed a steel bridge, the engineers guarding opposite the bridge blew whistles and waved the red flag at us.

"Battery Commander!" The correspondent who could understand the flag language came up to report to me: "Comrade Engineer asked us to cross the bridge quickly, and it was time to blast!"

"Um!" I was stunned when I heard this. It turned out that we were still on the last bus. If we were a little late, we would be left in Vietnam forever.

The soldiers couldn't help looking at each other, with a smile of glory on their faces.

Al Ziri also joked: "It's okay! Let's marry a Vietnamese woman to settle down!"

"It's almost the same as being a prisoner!" Other soldiers laughed and scolded.

But no matter how much we smiled, we didn't dare to slow down. We followed the car team and ran across the steel bridge. At this time, we really saw several soldiers from the engineers unit preparing to detonate the explosives. The big trucks and motorcycles behind the engineers also started, preparing to burn the explosives and then all of them were withdrawn.

Suddenly, a jeep stopped at the bridge with a squeak, and then an old soldier with a cadre-like appearance ran down and shouted: "Who commands the explosion of the bridge? Who commands the explosion of the bridge?"

A cadre was snatched out of the engineer and replied: "It's me!"

"I am the deputy commander of the 203rd Division!" The old soldier said anxiously: "We still have many vehicles and troops who have not crossed the bridge. Please don't blow up the bridge!"
Chapter completed!