Others show their swords, I show my missiles!

In front of the position, the enemy was nowhere to be found, leaving only scattered weapons and broken equipment, silently telling of the tragedy that had just happened.

The soldiers of the Fourth Brigade marched with firm steps, slowly approaching the location of Division Commander Zhang and his subordinates. The air was filled with a complex and subtle emotion - the joy of victory and the anticipation for an impending turning point.

As the distance shortened, both sides were gradually able to see each other's faces clearly.

Commander Zhang, the former commander, now had a look of determination and relief in his eyes.

He slowly raised his right hand, signaling his subordinates to lay down their weapons. Then he personally adjusted his military uniform, led the troops to line up in an orderly manner, and greeted the representatives of the 4th Brigade with the highest respect.

Captain Chen and Political Commissar Li walked out side by side. Their steps were steady and their eyes revealed their determination to win and their respect for their opponents.

After a brief silence, both teams simultaneously performed a standard military salute to each other. This action seemed to transcend past grievances and herald a new beginning.

Commander Zhang slowly took off his pistol from his waist, held it in both hands, and handed it to Commander Chen. Every movement seemed so solemn and sincere.

"Sir, I am a former division commander. My last name is Zhang. I am fully aware of my past mistakes and am willing to accept the punishment I deserve." His voice was low and powerful, revealing his reflection on the past and hope for the future.

Captain Chen took the gun, his eyes showing both majesty and tolerance.

“Commander Zhang, history will not forget anyone’s merits or demerits. You were able to choose the right path at the critical moment and break with the invaders, which is worthy of recognition. But the road ahead is still long, and you need to receive new education and transformation to truly become part of the people.”

Political Commissar Li took over the conversation, his tone full of understanding and encouragement: "Your choice is wise. We will not care about past grudges. The most important thing now is to treat the wounded. No matter which side the soldiers are on, they are all innocent victims of this war. Let us work together and work for peace."

As Political Commissar Li finished speaking, soldiers from both sides quickly took action.

Under the arrangement of the Fourth Brigade, the soldiers of the former Yellow Shoe Army began to search for the wounded on the battlefield in an orderly manner. Whether they were friendly troops or former enemies, they were all carried on stretchers and sent to the Fourth Brigade's medical point for treatment.

At this moment, the smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield seemed to be dispelled by a more powerful force - that is the kindness and tolerance in human nature, and the firm belief in jointly fighting foreign enemies and pursuing peace.

As the battle to annihilate the Japanese gradually subsided, although the smoke had not completely dissipated, a sense of urgency and expectation had already filled the air.

The most urgent thing at the moment is not to clean up the battlefield, nor to rest the troops, but to dig Zhao Gang's troops out of the ground!

On this surface position of the former material transfer station that had just experienced a fierce battle, the soldiers of the Fourth Brigade, led by the former Yellow Shoe Army, came to the surface position of the former material transfer station.

The soil on the battlefield had become extremely soft due to long-term bombardment by various types of artillery shells and bombs, and it seemed as if one could sink into it with just the slightest touch.

"Political Commissar Zhao! Comrades from the Independent Brigade, where are you?" The soldiers' shouts came one after another, filled with anxiety and expectation, penetrating the silence of the battlefield and spreading deep underground.

In the underground position, in the dim and depressing environment, a soldier with extremely sensitive ears suddenly widened his eyes, and his earlobes shook slightly unconsciously, trying to catch the faint sound coming from the surface.

When the familiar and long-lost calling voice clearly reached his ears, an indescribable excitement flashed in his eyes.

He quickly turned around, shuttled through the underground fortifications, and told Zhao Gang's guards the exciting news.

Upon hearing this, the guard showed a long-lost smile on his face, which was a desire for victory and relief for the safety of his comrades.

He was fully aware of the importance of the news and immediately ran to Zhao Gang's location as fast as he could.

Along the way, he met other soldiers who had also heard the shouts, and everyone's face was filled with the same joy and anticipation.

What was Zhao Gang doing at this time? Was he listening to the gunfire and imagining the Japanese being bombed? No, he was blaming himself, deeply blaming himself.

He was thinking: I clearly knew that the equipment and personnel of a long-range rocket artillery battalion would soon arrive at Li Yunlong, so why did I take the risk of letting the soldiers walk out of the fortifications and fight with recoilless guns, resulting in several soldiers being killed or injured.

In fact, this is a side effect of memory weaving. There are always places where the connection is not so seamless.

"Political Commissar! It may be our reinforcements coming! The soldiers near the ventilation hole heard someone calling you from above." There was a slight tremor in the guard's voice, which was the result of excitement and tension.

He stood in front of Zhao Gang, waiting for Zhao Gang's instructions with a firm and respectful look.

Zhao Gang's thoughts were pulled back, and he calculated in his heart that according to the time calculation, the troops of the 4th Brigade should not have arrived yet.

So, what was the reason for this sudden call? Did the friendly forces arrive ahead of time? Or was it a trap set by the enemy? He did not dare to be careless. After all, on this battlefield, any negligence could bring fatal consequences.

Thinking of this, he immediately issued an order: "Go tell the soldiers to keep quiet and beware of fraud! Then use a telegram to contact the air defense regiment and ask them to verify the location of the 4th Brigade."

The guards quickly carried out Zhao Gang's orders, moving quickly and quietly through the dim underground passages, conveying Zhao Gang's instructions to the soldiers everywhere.

A tense and orderly atmosphere permeated the underground position. Everyone held their breath, looking forward to the arrival of rescue while remaining vigilant at all times to prevent any accidents.

Once again, a wire quietly extended from the vent, acting as an antenna and emitting radio waves.

Soon, a telegram reply came from the Anti-Aircraft Regiment, confirming that the troops of the 4th Brigade were indeed approaching the area and that the position matched the calls heard by the soldiers.

This news was like a warm current, instantly dispelling the doubts and anxieties in the soldiers' hearts.

After Zhao Gang learned the exact intelligence, his frown finally relaxed and he quickly made arrangements: "Everyone, pay attention and prepare to welcome the comrades from the Fourth Brigade.

But remember, all actions must be taken with caution to ensure that nothing goes wrong. At the same time, arrange for some people to continue monitoring the outside world to prevent the enemy from launching a surprise attack. "

As Zhao Gang's order was issued, the soldiers in the underground position began to get busy. Some checked their weapons and equipment, while others packed their luggage, preparing to welcome the moment when they would see the light of day again.

Zhao Gang personally led a small team and quietly approached the ventilation hole, preparing to connect with the upcoming troops of the Fourth Brigade.

As a rapid and vague shouting sound gradually approached the lonely vent, Zhao Gang's expression became extremely solemn.

He quickly gave orders, and asked the soldiers around him to prepare to close this last line of defense in case the people outside were disguised enemies;

While picking up the megaphone, he shouted in a relaxed but alert tone: "One toad, two mouths."

This sentence is a unique code between them, used to confirm each other's identity.

When the soldiers outside heard the sound, they immediately stopped shouting. Their hearts were in their throats. They groped in the darkness nervously and excitedly, trying to locate the source of the sound.

After a moment, a hearty laugh came with the response: "See all the flowers in Taiyuan in one day."

This seemingly irrelevant answer was actually an unspoken understanding between the two parties, which made everyone present smile knowingly and the tense atmosphere was instantly broken.

"Brothers from the Fourth Brigade, there is enough oxygen in our underground, but the air is not circulating and it's very stuffy. Please give us some fresh air!" Zhao Gang shouted from inside, his voice full of kindness.

In the underground fortifications, oxygen was provided, but the mixed smell was really "touching". The crowds of people and the mixed smells were more "refreshing" than anything else.

However, when Zhao Gang made this request to the soldiers of the Fourth Brigade, he unexpectedly encountered difficulties.

The soldiers of the Fourth Brigade looked at each other in embarrassment.

They came from afar to support this battle, not to improve the environment. Facing Zhao Gang's expectations, they could only shake their heads helplessly:

"Political Commissar Zhao, I'm really sorry. When we went out on this expedition, all we could think about was how to fight the enemy. How could we have thought of bringing something like a blower with us?"

Zhao Gang also smiled bitterly when he heard this.

But he did not give up and proposed another plan:

"Walk about a hundred meters to the north. I remember there used to be a family there. Their stove was also a hidden ventilation hole, but it was blocked when the Russian planes bombed it. Can you try to dig it open?"

"Okay! We have an engineer shovel, so we can do it!" When the soldiers of the Fourth Brigade heard this, they immediately became excited and said that there was no problem.

But as soon as the words fell, everyone looked at each other and muttered in their hearts.

"This place has been bombarded with gunfire and the soil has been turned over several layers. The house has long been reduced to ash. How can you find the shadow of a stove? Not to mention a stove, it's hard to even find a complete brick!"

The soldiers were troubled but did not dare to say it directly for fear of affecting the psychology of the soldiers in the underground fortifications. However, their expressions spoke louder than anything else.

"Damn it! I just don't believe it. Three thousand of us can be stumped by a small ventilation hole?"

There was unquestionable determination in the captain's words. Although his body showed signs of fatigue from days of fighting, his eyes still sparkled with an unyielding light.

He personally took to the battlefield, took off his helmet, threw it on the ground, and holding an engineering shovel, led the soldiers to the direction Zhao Gang had pointed out earlier.