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The convoy sped forward, and the surroundings gradually came into focus. I sat in the vehicle, pondering the movements of the Red Army. What was Sun Guangyu doing at this moment? If I were him, the safest strategy would definitely be to split his forces—one group heading towards the Passage and another towards the Red Army Command Center. This way, no matter what happened, he would have a numerical advantage in each direction (about a company of troops in each). However, the flaw in this approach was that even if he could determine the right direction, it wouldn't be easy to eliminate a company-sized force all at once. In that case, we would still have a chance to escape.
When I parted ways with Old Cai, I left him a walkie-talkie. We had agreed to check in every half hour if nothing was wrong. I glanced at my watch; it was time for our scheduled communication.
"Calling Old Cai! What’s the situation? Please respond!"
After a moment, Old Cai replied, "Report, report! The mines are set. What should we do next?" His question indicated that Sun Guangyu and his men had not yet discovered our true intentions.
Thinking of the bigger picture, I gritted my teeth and said, "Old Cai, this won't do. You’ll need to create some noise to draw the enemy's attention."
"Understood! I know what to do."
I could feel Old Cai's voice growing fainter; the maximum communication range was ten kilometers. Given the speed of our convoy, we would soon lose contact. Fortunately, we were in an open area; if we were in a city, we probably wouldn't have received any signal by now.
"Thank you, Old Cai!" I thought for a moment and held the walkie-talkie tightly.
On the other end came static, and then silence—clearly out of communication range.
Old Cai, I'm sorry. I can't stay back and fight with you.
I tightened my grip on the walkie-talkie.
At that moment, the driver suddenly exclaimed, "Company Commander, there are people ahead!"
I quickly looked forward and saw a row of tents not far ahead, surrounded by Navy camouflaged soldiers on guard. This must be a base of the Red Army.
"Everyone get out in a moment! Follow my orders and be ready for battle!" I immediately pressed the talk button decisively.
"It looks like there are quite a few of them," Eyewear Expert murmured as he adjusted his glasses. He looked at me with confusion. "What’s your plan?"
I smiled at him. "The usual—deceive! If that doesn’t work, we fight! Get ready to disembark!"
With directions from a taxi driver blocking the road ahead, our convoy pulled over to the side. I opened the car door and jumped out, followed closely by Glasses.
A dozen soldiers gathered around us; however, their gazes were relatively friendly—thankfully due to our uniforms.
“Which unit are you from?!” The one leading the group was a Staff Sergeant, who held his gun warily and shouted from about five or six meters away.
I replied loudly, “Headquarters Captain Staff Officer Zhang Dejiang, sending the Leader to report to the command post. Which unit are you from? Clear the roadblocks and let us pass!”
The sergeant lowered his gun slightly and saluted, saying, “Leader! Password!”
“Password? Haven't you seen we're in a hurry? Do you have time to waste?” I began to shout. What a hassle; who knows what the password is? I looked around and thought, What the hell! There’s even a tank behind us! Thank goodness we didn’t force our way through; that would have been ridiculous!
At that moment, Glasses also started to play along, saying, “Squad Leader, I’m from the rear, urgently contacting the command post. We can’t delay.” Glasses was really getting into character.
The sergeant looked at us with suspicion. I turned around and noticed that the observer from the second vehicle had somehow gotten out and was taking notes with a recorder.
An idea struck me. I pointed at him and said, “Do you see his uniform and the armband he’s wearing? He’s from the Control Department. He’s here to coordinate with the command post.” Surprisingly, this little bluff made the sergeant hesitate as he glanced at the observer. He lowered his gun completely and signaled back, “Open the checkpoint and let the Leaders through.”
A few soldiers behind him prepared to let us pass. Just as I sighed in relief and secretly picked up my radio, I said, “Beta, get ready; there’s another tank ahead!”
Beta quickly replied, “Already spotted it; it’s locked on.”
Just then, Sheng Xiong suddenly ran over, shouting, “Company Commander, the observation post reports a vehicle is chasing us!”
Everyone froze. I wasn’t sure how clever this sergeant was; if it were me, I would definitely catch on now.
I stared intently at this sergeant while he looked confusedly at Sheng Xiong. Clearly, he hadn’t figured out what was going on yet. But then I noticed his eyes fixating on something; his pupils began to constrict as he displayed a wary expression. I instinctively followed his gaze.
Oh no! He was staring at Sheng Xiong's waist area. Because Sheng Xiong was so tall, we had given him the largest Red Army uniform available, but it was still short—too long inside and too short outside—exposing a ring of Army camouflage underneath. The sergeant was focused on that.
We were exposed! I instinctively raised my gun but realized that the sergeant was doing the same!
At that moment, Glasses still foolishly pretended to be oblivious and asked, “What’s chasing us? Is it our follow-up troops?”
“Fire! Glasses! We’ve been compromised! Get down!” At the same time, the sergeant shouted, “It’s Blue Army! Open fire!”
“Tat-tat-tat!” The sergeant and I fired almost simultaneously. At six meters away, blank rounds wouldn’t hurt anyone, but in a battlefield environment at this distance, firing meant certain death.
But what I didn't expect was that Glasses didn't lie down; he actually chose to rush forward and hug Staff Sergeant. Due to Glasses' antics, his gun was pointed into the air, but mine was aimed at them.
According to the judgment, Glasses had fallen alongside Staff Sergeant! I stood there in shock, surrounded by the continuous sound of gunfire. Old Tang rushed up from behind, shouting, "Clear the area! Quick and decisive! Leave no one behind!"
Over there, Beta Tank rumbled up from behind a truck, a beam of laser striking the Red Army tank. Instantly, red smoke billowed from the Red Army tank, indicating it had been destroyed!
The soldiers around me surged forward; the surrounding enemies were either "killed" or disarmed. Yet I stood there with mixed feelings, staring at Glasses on the ground, unsure of what to do.
"Company Commander Wang! Don't just stand there like an idiot. You must be wondering why I saved you, right? I didn't expect it either. At first, I thought you were just boasting to everyone. But as we moved along, seeing you command everyone in battle, I thought maybe you could really create a miracle! I never imagined you'd put me to use. Saving you was worth it! But I guess this means I've fallen now? I can't join you in ambushing the Red Army anymore; the rest is up to you." Glasses sat up, took off his glasses, squinted his eyes, blew on the lenses, and began wiping them vigorously.
My eyes felt a bit moist. All along, I had viewed him as an outsider—a technical staff member from the military district who didn’t understand grassroots or warfare and couldn’t blend in with us. But I overlooked that he was also a soldier, one of us. Perhaps he didn’t understand military life or hadn’t experienced life in Unit, but his beliefs, dignity, and honor were the same as ours!
I whispered, "Don't worry; just rest well!"
Eyewear Expert smiled lightly as he put his glasses back on and removed his Red Army uniform. He looked up and said, "By the way, don’t call me Glasses anymore! I have a name; I'm Sun Zhiguo!"
"Yes! Old Sun! Thank you!" I solemnly saluted him. Sun Zhiguo returned the gesture while Staff Sergeant sat there dumbfounded, clearly unable to comprehend our relationship. Indeed, he could never understand how a Major would take a bullet for a Captain.
I turned my face away and resolutely strode forward with my Rifle raised, not looking back even once.
It wasn't until we finished clearing this area that I realized it was just set up as a battlefield hospital. According to command's orders, it was established near the first river and assigned a platoon from the Guard Battalion for protection. We had taken it out before it even got started—what a haul!
What pleased me even more was that this battlefield hospital had a communication radio. As I approached the radio tent and was about to issue orders to contact the Blue Army Command Center, Observer spoke up: "Based on the war situation, this radio has long been destroyed by the Red Army; you cannot use this radio."
I froze in place; it was indeed true. No matter what happened, those inside would have had enough time to destroy the radio upon hearing gunfire.
Sigh! What a wasted effort! Old Tang walked over and asked, "Do we still need to pretend to be the enemy? The clothes we've captured should be enough."
I thought for a moment; after such an incident, it was likely that the enemy wouldn't fall for it again. I decisively said, "No need for anyone in the back to change clothes anymore; grab all their weapons and ammunition—remember, all of it! We are heading straight for the enemy command!"
"We're running out of time!" Old Tang shouted from not far away as he ran over with his Rifle in hand. "The pursuers are getting closer!"
So fast! It seemed Sun Guangyu had arrived; that meant Old Cai and his team had likely been wiped out too! My head hung low in sorrow. "We need someone to stay behind and snipe to buy us some time!" I quickly raised my head and said to Old Tang.
"I'll take two classes, plus the Brothers from Technical Company. That should be enough. You all need to hurry and leave!" Old Tang said decisively.
"Old Tang! We can't do that!"
"Enough of this! You take the Brothers to chase the Red Army. I've always been the one to hold the rear; this was our plan from the start!" Old Tang stated firmly.
Time was of the essence, and there was no room for hesitation. I looked into Old Tang's determined eyes and nodded, "Alright!"
"Twelfth Class and Class Eleven, along with the Brothers from Technical Company, stay with the Instructor! The rest of you, get on the vehicles and depart immediately!" I shouted.
"Yes!" came the chorus of responses around me.
"Establish a defensive line on the spot and fire at will! Target the enemy!" Old Tang ordered as he turned around.
At that moment, three trucks and a tank roared to life. I patted Old Tang on the shoulder and shouted, "Let's go!"
(To be continued, more exciting content tomorrow!)
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