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Chapter 131 Life!They say you are as bright as a flower

How long is life born?

Pregnant in October?
Decades of growth?The fate of half a lifetime?More than that!It takes countless time and years to go from babbling and toddling to having a family and a business.

In these years, how precious are our personalities, love, family affection, happiness, and things we have owned?
And it takes only a second for them to pass away.

That's when a leaf falls.

... also, the moment a bomb exploded.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The explosion that broke free from the sky suddenly brought a shout, which echoed unbelievably on a small hill around it.

The sound seemed to be amplified countless times, penetrating through the barrier and distance between the hills, with incomparably firm determination and courage, it suddenly became a series of echoes under Qilian's gaze.

Everyone was shocked by the sudden movement on the high ground. The aftermath of the explosion carried a pile of American grenades and explosives, and the flames rolled up into a sea of ​​flames and rose into the sky. The flames shone on everyone's faces...

Things happened very fast.

Most people didn't see clearly.

But there are still a few sharp-eyed people who just saw the slightest bit:
"A comrade over there died with the enemy!"

Some soldiers shouted at the top of their throats, and their throats lost their voice.

It was a figure with an explosive bag in his arms. He quickly rushed towards the American troops downhill at the slope of the hill. No one knew who it was or the specific situation.

But including them, including Xu Qing, and everyone in the Seventh Company, they could see rows of enemy soldiers turning their backs amidst the sound of explosions, and the attacking brigade of enemy troops retreating in panic.

It seems that the person who died in the explosion was not a single person, but a thousand troops.

Yes, not only did they not do it the other way around, neither did the Americans.

The enemy troops attacking the mountain were suppressed with firepower, and then sent the South Korean army to charge in front. They spared their lives.

But when encountering volunteer soldiers who are not afraid of sacrifice, they will also be afraid.

And the plane in the sky, which was aggressively attacking at low altitude, was also startled by the sudden explosion, and the whole stretched and jumped straight up in fright.

However, within a few minutes, there was no movement on the mountain after the explosion.

Oh oh oh!
After the plane contacted the ground, it became angry from embarrassment, circled a few times in the sky, and then violently pulled its machine gun towards the mountain to vent!

"Get down!"

da da da da da...

This is a Mustang fighter jet. The huge blades scrape the airflow in the sky, and the bullets whiz and fall on the high ground.

The plane was still not happy after flying, so it jumped over the peak of Dongshan Mountain where Qilian was hiding, then turned the nose and returned, and flipped towards the mountain again twice!
Venting the panic and incompetence just now.

What it brings is... the mountain bun is much shorter than the naked eye.

"This shitty U.S. military plane, people are dead, they still don't want to live!"

There is only one person who caused all this movement, a flesh and blood body.

No one doubted that it was not their fighter.

"Who is he?"

However, Lei Gong asked the same aspirations as Xu Qing.

Qilian felt a little boiling, but suddenly calmed down again.That's right, they didn't even know who the comrade who died was.

Confused, uncomfortable, angry, all kinds of emotions are brewing in everyone's heart...

Xu Qing had some guesses, because this piece of hilly land was on the map. He knew that Yang Gensi led the third company's team here, and he also felt very familiar with that shout...

He didn't express the conjecture in his heart, but said quietly: "Ask the comrades guarding here."

Everyone looked at each other, it was true.

The whole team immediately headed for the last and highest place on the mountain highland.

going up.

The more Koreans and American soldiers crowded around, the more people saw, these American troops from all over the place gathered here in Xiajieyu, which was also a huge number.

They surrounded the rolling hills one after another, as if they wanted to catch a turtle in the urn, and kept using artillery fire to suppress and lure the volunteers on the mountain.

On the high ground in the northeast corner, except for the small kaolin where the explosion just happened, other places are still fighting. Many soldiers saw that scene on the nearby hilltops, and more and more people took the initiative to jump. Go out of the trenches, cross the hills, and head towards the more violent attack of the enemy troops down the hill.

The screaming and killing sound became three degrees louder.

It is conceivable that these volunteer teams do not have as much food and cotton-padded clothes as the Seventh Company, and even many teams have run out of ammunition and food. Under the sacrifice and blood, they still inspire incredible strength!
Everyone trekked quickly in the dull atmosphere, and when they reached the summit, the wings of the plane overhead could already be observed with the naked eye, and the team became more and more careful.

"Quick, quick."

Qianli directed everyone to bend down and lie down in these shell craters.

Most of these crude fortifications were left by the Americans before. After the volunteers took them, they were blown up by planes, and they were no longer in a complete shape.

In the trench with almost no cover, there are corpses everywhere. Xu Qing can see that there should be one or two rows of soldiers defending here, but now they are almost lying or falling on the ground, and the corpses are all blown up. , blood and bone are mushy on the ground.

Because when he was bombed, there was intense heat on one side, and endless cold weather behind him.

"Is anyone still alive?"

Qianli was in this messy and charred trench, and the whistle blew several times, but still no one responded, so he had to shout at the top of his voice.

But there was still silence on the battlefield.

"here!"

Song Weiguo stepped forward and gently shook a soldier leaning on the trench, which was still intact to the naked eye.

"Wake up, wake up, comrade..."

But after shaking for a long time, there was no movement.

Xu Qing stepped forward: "Stop shouting, he is already dead."

He pulled Song Weiguo down, and gently lifted off the soldier's clothes: the lower half of his body was cut through by the shrapnel, and the blood had already flowed out.He still holds a grenade in his hand, ready to pull the ring at any moment.

Seeing this, Song Weiguo opened his mouth.

Not alone, the other soldiers searched more than half a circle, and also found that there was no living person on the mountain. If anyone was alive, they would have made a noise.

"All sacrificed..."

Xu Qing closed her eyes silently.

Suddenly, on the right front, a soldier in the artillery platoon suddenly shouted in surprise:

"Company commander, come quickly! There is still a comrade alive here!"

"where?"

The soldiers of the Seventh Company were shocked. Such news at this time is so precious!
"This--"

Xu Qing immediately followed everyone and rushed over. It was an old soldier lying in the shell crater. He seemed to have been shaken to this side by the bomb. He was half buried in the pile of corpses, his eyes were still open.

It was precisely because of this that some soldiers found that his eyelashes were still moving, his pupils were dilated, but he was still breathing slightly.

Seeing this, Wu Qianli called out to him:
"Wake up, don't sleep!"

He was given water and exercised again. After a while, the old soldier gradually improved.

He slowly came back to consciousness, and then saw dozens of faces looking at him in unison, with American uniforms mixed in between. He was extremely weak, and he pulled his hand back subconsciously to grab a gun.

"Old comrades! We are here to support the troops!"

Wu Qianli immediately stopped him.

The old soldier opened his eyelids wide in a daze, and only then did he see clearly what the person in front of him looked like and what he was saying, and his pale smile relaxed:

"you……"

"We are the Seventh Interlude Company, and we are here to take over your duties!"

Xu Qing stepped forward to cover him with clothes, and by the way took out the medicines and bandages found on the American soldiers, intending to check and bandage him.

"No, you have to."

The old soldier pushed his hands and refused, and said weakly, "It's not necessary, Niwa will leave these for useful fighters, I don't need to..."

He tried his best to sit up, but he couldn't make any effort, his mouth was trembling, so Xu Qing had no choice but to support him.

"Yamashita was just fighting?"

This is an old comrade from Sichuan, with a distinct accent.He looked at Qilian's vivacious appearance after the war, and saw the tragic scene of corpses around him, he was both happy and sad:
"I heard it, I heard it... Well done, there was a lot of shouting, the Americans were running, but we couldn't go down to help, those who were frozen and dead were all left here, and there was nothing wrong with them." The ammunition is gone... Xiaomeng was left alive just now, and he was going to wait for the Americans to come up and fight again. Seeing that the Americans were beaten away, he was relieved. Did you see him? Come early..."

Everyone listened and did not speak.

They didn't know who Xiao Meng was. There were too many dead people lying on the ground.

The old soldier was chattering, and stretched his hand into his pocket to smoke some tobacco leaves. He rolled the tobacco leaves with grass ends, and scattered them all on the ground with a shake of his hand, making it impossible to pick them up.

"Here, draw me this!"

Xu Qing hurried forward to take out the cigarette from his arms, it was given to him by Yang Gensi before, and he didn't smoke it.I kept it in my pocket and wrapped it in cloth, which was crumpled.

"thanks……"

The old soldier took over.

"Comrade, you know that the small plateau just to the east..."

Seeing that he was awake just now, Xu Qing wanted to ask about the explosion over there.

However, Qianli saw that his mental state was not good, so he immediately said:

"Don't ask, let him rest, leave this place to us to guard..."

"Here you are, here you are, you have to be careful of the Americans!"

The old soldier didn't seem to be very clear-headed, and some couldn't keep up with the conversation, and his voice became louder:

"I heard it, it was our company commander, I heard Xiao Gaoling, it was him? Did Lao Yang blow up? I know, I knew..."

The more he talked, the more sad his expression became, and he slowly tried to reach something with his palm, but he couldn't reach it: "There are no living people, no more, no more... Our platoon was originally there, and the company commander asked us to go first. I knew something was wrong..."

"Everyone doesn't want to retreat, and we can't leave after ordering. We will follow other fighters to the high ground here and continue to fight, continue to fight..."

Xu Qing: "Does Yang Geng miss Company Commander Yang?"

The old soldier stopped talking.I don't know if I forgot to answer, or if I didn't hear it, I said to myself: "There, there..."

He pointed tremblingly at the pile of corpses behind him.Some soldiers immediately came to their senses, went to look, and found a Bocklin heavy machine gun buried inside.

"Our company's heavy machine gun is out of ammunition. Lao Yang asked me to send it down to the battalion. It must not be broken. It must not be broken. I can't send it down. You keep it..."

He said it several times.

Qilian had no choice but to accept it.

Xu Qing took advantage of the burning mountain fire to light a cigarette, and the old soldier took a puff tremblingly: "It smells so good, what a smoke."

Yu Congrong couldn't help but said, "Your Company Commander Yang gave it to you..."

"What about the cigarette? - I want it, but he won't give it."

The old soldier heard it again, and he smiled palely: "I still got it..."

"Good smoke! Good smoke!"

He laughed dryly, and suddenly shouted a few more times.

Then he smoked and stopped talking.

Everyone thought he didn't want to talk anymore, but Xu Qing suddenly felt that his movements were getting slower and slower, and the unfinished cigarette butts burned out from his fingertips, and fell black...

"you……"

Xu Qing was stunned.

He lightly touched the old soldier's breath with his hand, in disbelief:
"...I'm out of breath."

Qianli was stunned:
"What did you say……"

He was lowering his head and thinking about what the old soldier said about Company Commander Yang, when he suddenly heard Xu Qing's words, he thought he had misheard.

Xu Qing looked up, expressionless: "He's dead."

Qilian was also stunned.

Wu Qianli squatted down immediately, he looked at the old soldier's eyes, which were still open, with a slight smile on his face, and looked vaguely at the high cliff in front of him.Due south - that's the direction the Ninth Corps came from, the direction they went home.

But the veteran's eyes were out of focus, and his body was motionless.

"Comrade..."

As soon as Wu Qianli touched it, the veteran's body fell backwards.

Xu Qing caught it.

The body is ice, hard ice.

what happened?so cold.

Frozen into an ice sculpture.

Another...an ice sculpture.

He obviously looked normal, only a little paler, but in fact his body was so frozen that he had already lost consciousness.

Unlike his Company Commander Yang, this old comrade quietly disappeared on this high ground without any last words or shouts.

It was only then that Xu Qing realized that the cigarette...he couldn't possibly get any flavor from it, those chattering words, those exhortations were just flashbacks.

"How could it be! It was fine just now..."

Yu Congrong was dumbfounded, he thought Xu Qing was joking, but when he saw that Wu Qian was sinking like water, he looked at the lifeless old soldier on the ground.

He and everyone else understood.

But this is already the last soldier of this company.

around.

For a while, there was only the sound of the plane whistling in the sky, and people crowded to avoid in the dilapidated trenches, but there was no sound, and the faces of the pitch-black soldiers were all silent.

They are used to seeing too much death, but they are still in awe.

"How much ammo is left?"

Qianli stood up suddenly and spoke in a muffled voice.

Mei Sheng raised his head, saw his expression and said carefully, "Save it up, it can last for two days."

Qianli: "Cannonball?"

Lei Gong: "...one night."

Qianli nodded.

Suddenly he asked again: "Are there any white phosphorous bombs?"

Mei Sheng hesitated: "There is still one box. But Qianli, the regiment headquarters said that there is news in the world, and it has to be handed over for further research and study, so it is not allowed to be used for the time being..."

"in spite of."

Qianli's eyes turned red in an instant, his tone fell to the ground like steel nails, and his words were furious, "Why don't you use it? We have killed so many people, and I want to use it. Bring it all to me!"

Brush brush!
All eyes are gathered.

There was a hint of surprise in the silence.

This was the first time Wu Qianli lost his composure in their memory, and it was also the first time...resisting the orders from above.

Qianli didn't care about everyone's eyes.

Bang!
The small box of white phosphorous bombs that was kept most tightly by the soldiers, the white phosphorous bombs that had been sealed away since the Polar Bears were defeated, that terrible weapon that symbolized the fire of hell, was thrown in front of Xu Qing by Wu Qianli like this:
"Wu Wanli, these are all yours!"

There seemed to be steel between his teeth: "I'll give it all to you. See these dead people? They are company commanders, deputy company commanders, platoon leaders, squad leaders, veterans, and recruits. Every one counts as one." They're all down here... aren't you accurate, aren't you 'No Feather Arrow', aren't you a 'ghost' sniper?"

"Wu Wanli, this is where you cast the most accurate votes. Listen to me today and remember. I order you as the commander of the seventh interspersed company. I want you to take these American white phosphorus bombs and make good use of them." Throw it, hit it hard!"

"I'll give you whatever you want. No, I'll snatch the entire Seventh Company from the Americans! I only have one request..."

"Give me a good—"

He looked at the calm and smiling "ice sculpture" on the ground: "Kill them!!!"

boom!
At this time, a plane happened to fly across the sky, and the roar of thousands of miles was mixed with the sound of the plane's engine.Crushed soil and snow layers were constantly shaken down by the rolled up airflow, mixed with a lot of blood, and sprinkled on top of their heads.

Xu Qing listened to Qianli's words.

Looking up, he was facing the plane with stars, stripes and pentagrams shining in the sky. The curved flowers under the wings were winding in the sky, like flowers blooming from life, but as he saw, they were blood-colored.

Just like, his heart is boiling right now!

He nodded heavily, and there was also fire in his eyes:

"Okay... kill them!"

　Recent situation:
　　Recently, some incidents happened in the author's own family. It is not easy to disclose, and it has been a big blow.The renewal promise did not come back in time, and the unit leaders backtracked, work piled up, and the holidays were basically zero.Every time I stay up late and write in a hurry, I feel a little bit stretched.

　　Full attendance is gone, many recommendations and benefits in August have not been caught up, and the operation officer has made many calls but has not received. If there are not book friends who are watching and supporting, and the editor in charge has not given up, I almost died.

　　Finally, let's talk about work: I will submit my resignation application on Monday.

　　Because I just went to work yesterday, I just finished reporting the results of my summer work, and the leader dumped me another hard job.I talked in the office for an hour, and the leader expressed his understanding, but the task still needs to be given to me... I split it into several parts to go to work every day, and I have to write books and "add burden" when I come back.

　　After weighing it for a long time, I decided to resign.

　　In the evening, the personnel department replied to me, and the process is already in progress.

　　My salary is unbelievably low, but I have a lot of things to do. I have never given up because my family thinks it is decent and stable, but in fact I work overtime all day long, and my youth is graying.

　　Full-time work is also difficult, and I dare not make a decision lightly, but this book website has brought up similar articles, and there are book friends who support it. It should be no problem to write it down to keep me living alone, at least not to starve to death.

　　The bad work distracted a lot of energy, a lot of good inspiration and ideas, I only wrote a rough idea this month, and many plots were written in a hurry, which made me feel very uncomfortable.I don't want this book, which has put a lot of thought into it, to continue to go downhill.

　　Promises that are too much to be fulfilled are lies.There are only three things, I will adjust the time as soon as possible, write down and finish.

　　thank you all.

　　


(End of this chapter)