The Winner is King [Quick Wear]

The time is about four in the morning. The sky has not yet woken up from the darkness, but the moon is bright and maintains a certain visibility.

The location is deep in the old mountain where the two countries are at war, and it has been proven that the uninhabited forest is uninhabited.

At this time and place, a group of girls from the enemy country suddenly appeared on the road at night, no matter how you look at it.

Zhang Junxin heard the case at the Kunming training base.

The two teams fought, and our soldiers encountered female soldiers. In the case of an absolute advantage, the Vietnamese female soldiers took off their clothes directly. The young soldiers who had not seen the market shyly avoided, and the Vietnamese female soldiers immediately shot.

There are also such cases.

When our soldiers meet the civilians of the enemy country, according to the rules, they cannot do anything against the civilians. Many people relax their vigilance when they see the people. As a result, from the 80-year-old to the 6-7-year-old children in the enemy country, they may all draw their guns and shoot. Those who are naive and obey the rules have suffered a great loss and lost their lives.

The most terrifying thing is that even though these deeds have been preached, the belief of not hurting civilians and women is so stubborn. Young warriors are very easy to fall for such tricks even after being reminded!

When He Yong and Chen Jianjun saw it was a woman, they relaxed their vigilance, which was a trap.

Zhang Junxin immediately pulled the trigger and shot into the air.

A loud bang broke through the quiet night, the sound of gunshots echoed in the mountains, and the birds were frightened and left their nests.

"Zhang Junxin..."

He Yong growled, he wanted to ask her what she was doing! But the second half of the sentence was interrupted by a burst of gunfire.

"I'm grass!" Chen Jianjun cursed.

I saw the delicate girls not far away, all holding guns in their hands, their expressions were serious, their eyes were completely different, and there was no trace of fear.

These are not ordinary Vietnamese people, not innocent girls, but a group of female soldiers disguised as civilians.

The two warriors immediately woke up, and instantly realized that they were deceived and careless.

The two men were still in shock, and the reaction was a little slow, but Zhang Junxin's trigger had been knocked several times.

The Vietnamese army responded quickly, but at first they didn't find their hiding place. Zhang Junxin used this opportunity to shoot headshots and kill five people in one go.

Of course, the Vietnamese female soldiers are not stupid, and the powerful machine guns immediately aimed at the direction they were hiding.

The high-speed and ferocious bullets are like rain, and the firelight shines in the dark night.

Zhang Junxin hid behind the stone, and the bullet either hit the stone or passed over her head.

The dense rain of bullets completely suppressed her, and she was unable to attack at this moment.

Of course, the enemy's bullets are also limited, and such a large-scale strafing cannot continue.

Zhang Junxin and his comrades waited patiently, hid carefully, and survived this wave of shooting.

When the machine gun stopped, Zhang Junxin took out a hand. Ray, looking in the direction of the enemy, threw it instantly, and immediately concealed it.

The enemy's machine guns fired again.

When Zhang Junxin completely retracted into the bunker, a series of bullets grazed her head at that moment, and the threat of death passed her by.

A loud bang shook the ground.

Zhang Junxin's hand and thunder detonated, the sound of the local machine gun shooting stopped, and the noisy world was instantly quiet.

Taking advantage of the smoke, He Yong and Chen Jianjun immediately launched a charge.

Zhang Junxin accidentally heard a few gunshots, and then returned to tranquility.

The opponent seems to have no resistance.

"Clear!" He Yong shouted.

All the enemies were wiped out, leaving no survivors.

The enemy is outnumbered, and the opponent's firepower is stronger than theirs, but in this battle, they won.

Zhang Junxin was completely relieved. Wipe his forehead, full of sweat.

*

He Yong and Chen Jianjun are cleaning the battlefield. All the guns and ammunition left by the Vietnamese army can be taken away, and those that cannot be taken away will be destroyed.

They were busy over there, while Zhang Junxin returned to Little Beijing to check on his situation.

It was far from the place where the fire was exchanged, and Little Beijing was safe, but the sound of gunshots and **** still woke him up.

Zhang Junxin squatted beside him and touched his forehead. He still had a fever, but not as hot as before.

It's just that those eyes were shedding tears, and the subtle cry sounded distressing.

Zhang Junxin guessed that his leg was in severe pain.

No matter how powerful a hero is, he is still flesh and blood, and he will cry when he is injured.

"Little Beijing, it will take you three hours to arrive at the whetstone position. When the time comes, a special car will take you to Kunming. You will be fine soon, don't worry." Zhang Jun whispered in his ear.

"No...Sister, I'm not worried about this..." Little Beijing said angrily, "I just feel that I'm useless."

Why did 16-year-old Little Beijing join the army? It is to prove that he is a promising child, to protect the family and the country, and to make contributions. However, the reality is not ideal.

When the soldier went on the first reconnaissance mission on the battlefield, Little Beijing was shot and wounded.

He cried because he felt that he did not give half of the credit for the country, and also dragged down the action of the reconnaissance team and troubled his comrades to take care of him. Just now, his comrades were fighting, and he was lying on the side safely, what was this?

After all, he is useless and can't do anything well.

Zhang Junxin patted Little Beijing's face softly, and said gently, "You are brave, you are a hero, and you have already made a contribution."

She didn't coax people, and Little Beijing did make a contribution. The young warrior suppressed the pain with willpower, so that the reconnaissance team could survive and continue the mission.

Little Beijing was a little comforted, and the tears in her eyes gradually stopped.

"Sister, can I come back?" Little Beijing asked, "I didn't do it well this time. When I come back, I will do better."

He really wants to return to the battlefield in a healthy way and prove that he is a useful person!

Zhang Jun said in his heart, "If your leg recovers, it is possible to come back."

Soldiers have a strong will to fight and can go to the battlefield.

"Sister, when will my legs be good? Can they really be good? Will they become disabled?" Little Beijing asked again.

These days he lay groggy, full of thoughts.

He still understands the injury. After being shot, his leg was injured for a long time and he died for a long time. The leg was disabled and had to be sawed off...

He was not afraid of death, but he became disabled and had no choice but to retire. This future was a bit scary. It would be better to let him die on the battlefield as a martyr.

Zhang Jun hesitated, whether to tell Xiao Beijing's condition truthfully, or to coax him first.

After hesitating for a long time, he still chose to tell the truth in a euphemistic way.

Zhang Jun thought: "Little Beijing, I can't give you an accurate answer. After so many days, the situation is really not good. However, there will be specialists who will operate on you, and they may even save your legs."

Little Beijing was silent, he understood, there was hope, but not much.

He murmured to himself, "If...if my legs are gone, what can I do in the future?"

A soldier who cannot fight must retire, how can he live without a leg? Little Beijing has a sour nose and wants to cry.

Zhang Jun thought to herself that she could do more, but before she could say anything, she suddenly remembered that this era was still a planned economy, and jobs depended on inheritance and distribution. People don't have much choice.

"Little Beijing, if it is really unfortunate, then you must put on a prosthetic limb and return to normal operations as soon as possible." Zhang Jun said in his heart: "The state will take care of you, and the army will take care of you. If you are not satisfied with the work assigned by the country and the army, then you Study hard and strive for a better job.”

Little Beijing sniffed and smiled again.

"Thank you sister, you are so kind."

Zhang Junxin touched his forehead, smiled softly, and looked at Little Beijing and fell asleep again.

Through so many lives, she has always had a strong temperament. This was the first time I heard someone say she was gentle.

It feels a little weird.

However, as a medical worker, she should treat her comrades and patients with tenderness.

*

The sky was bright, and the place where the fire had been exchanged was cleaned up.

To annihilate a disguised Vietnamese army and seize weapons, all three of them have to make merit.

"Zhang Junxin, here it is!" He Yong threw ten magazines to her as trophies.

Zhang Jun's heart contributes the most, and it should be the first skill.

After the division of labor was completed, the three of them carried Little Beijing on their backs and accelerated their pace towards the whetstone position.

After two and a half hours of hard work, the three returned to their positions smoothly, handed in the task, and were praised.

He Yong and Chen Jianjun returned to the cooking class.

When parting, Chen Jianjun stayed to talk to her alone.

"Zhang Junxin, I was wrong before. I'm sorry. Thank you for this mission." Chen Jianjun said these words with a blushing face. After speaking, he respectfully salutes Zhang Junxin, and then runs away.

Zhang Jun sighed.

An apology and thanks are like erasing a previous mistake, which is absolutely impossible to change.

But now on the battlefield, life is lingering at the gate of hell, and it may end one day. They are comrades-in-arms, the past misses, she can ignore. As long as he doesn't commit mental retardation.

Zhang Junxin returned to the field hospital and took Little Beijing to the car bound for Kunming.

After that, she has been busy in Laoshan.

There is no urgent task, Zhang Junxin is studying with the doctors in the field hospital to help the slightly injured soldiers recover.

If there is a task, Zhang Junxin will complete the task as quickly as possible. She and her comrades carried and carried several wounded scouts back to their positions, and their lives were rescued.

When the war was over, she rushed to the line of fire and rescued the wounded soldiers for treatment as soon as possible.

Spring of the second year in February

In the face of repeated provocations by Vietnam at the border, my country launched a self-defense counterattack against Vietnam. The east, middle and west armies crossed the Sino-Vietnamese border and launched an attack.

Within a month, the People's Liberation Army captured Hanoi, the capital of Vietnam. The People's Liberation Army then began to systematically destroy infrastructure in northern Vietnam and then withdraw from Vietnam.

It was a neat victory, and they destroyed all the industrial achievements of the provocateurs.

It was also a costly victory. How many young lives are lost in foreign countries.

Zhang Junxin and her comrades set out from Laoshan to support the front line in the Battle of Cao Ping and Lang Son.

Fire line rescue, fire line rescue.

At the most difficult time, they can only see the injured people and grab them, trying their best to bring them out of the line of fire, there is no time or conditions to save them.

Zhang Junxin dragged the burning body of his comrades from the bombarded tank, and also rescued the torso of his comrades whose limbs were blown off by the artillery fire. These are lucky, the rescued people can breathe, and there is hope. More, when she found out she was dead or bloodied.

In the hot weapon era, the casualties of soldiers were far more tragic and terrifying than the cold weapon era she experienced.

Even more worrying than the tragic situation on the battlefield, was sitting in the vehicle transporting the wounded and listening to the screams of pain.

The injured soldiers were pulled back to the country one by one. The vehicles were bumpy, and the soldiers who were already in pain were even more uncomfortable. And being a medical worker can't slow them down one bit.

Insufficient narcotics and limited medical facilities could not save all soldiers from suffering, which made her feel powerless.

After returning from Lang Son, Zhang Junxin was one of the few medical workers who chose to return to the frontline of Laoshan to continue fighting.

The war with Vietnam did not end, and the long two-mountain war began.

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Thank you to the little angel who voted for the king or irrigated the nutrient solution for me~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

66615 bottles; Qin Shi 10 bottles; Lu Changming 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!