Chapter 78: Fighting with reason

Chapter 78: Fighting with reason

A bucket of clean water was brought from the kitchen team, and found a dry cave to save water and take a shower. Then he changed into a dry military uniform and returned to the air-raid shelter and lay on the dry straw laid for me. He was so comfortable all over...

I have figured out these things on the battlefield. Anyway, I have lived like this for so many years, and it is not bad for now, so if you can enjoy yourself, try to enjoy it! Anyway, you won’t be nervous about using water at this time. Since we captured Tong Deng and wiped out the Vietnamese agents of Tong Deng, our army’s logistics supply line has been greatly improved. So using that bucket of water is nothing.

However... I never seemed to feel that our army's logistics supply line had been tight. But thinking about it, on the battlefield of counterattack, no matter how bad the logistics is, it will not be as difficult as the period of resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Korea. So, who has walked from the Korean battlefield, of course, I will not feel that there is insufficient logistics supply or anything else.

It's really fun to be able to fight a battle without worrying about logistics. It's not like when I was in North Korea, I was either worried about having nothing to eat or having bullets all day long. But this is a pleasure. On the other hand... I couldn't help feeling helpless when I think of the conflict between the Chief of Staff and our grassroots soldiers.

I believe that many losses can be avoided on the battlefield, but because of the blind command and control of superiors, the soldiers suffered many unnecessary casualties. It is no wonder that a few years later, my country reduced its first disarmament by one million...

One million! So many people were laid off in one breath, and it was a major disarmament during the war. The reduction of funds was one reason, and on the other hand... I believe that more important is because after this war, many problems such as the People's Liberation Army troops were exposed, with uneven personnel quality, and outdated tactics were exposed.

Soldiers are more important than elites, which is a truth that everyone knows. It is precisely because of this reason that our country has once raised the threshold for enlistment. For a period of time, if we had not graduated from high school, we would not be allowed to join the army.

But these are all later stories. What I have the most troublesome thing at the moment is... Today I have given up on the 417 Highlands. How should I take it back tomorrow? It will definitely not work with the method yesterday. The Vietnamese army will definitely be prepared. So how should I let the soldiers pass through that death zone? After recapturing it, I still have to give up again like today?

I stretched and fell asleep with this question as a burst of tiredness came.

The next morning, I was awakened by the sound of bombings from shells. I sat up from the straw when I was stunned, then grabbed my rifle and rushed out of the anti-cannon hole.

"What's the situation?" I raised my telescope and looked at the artillery fire on the 417 high ground, while casually asking the correspondent beside me.

"I don't know!" the correspondent replied: "Our army's offensive seems to have begun, but it is not as good as our battalion commander!"

"Um!" I couldn't help but look at the correspondent in shock and soon turned my attention back to the battlefield.

It's true... Our troops have already launched a charge to the enemy under the cover of artillery fire, but I, the battalion commander, know nothing!

I couldn't help but frown. It seemed that this chief of staff was not only for face and blindly commanding, but also for being narrow-minded. He was obviously deliberately trying to go against me! It would be fine if he had personal opinions on me, but how could he not distinguish between public and private on this battlefield and use the lives of the soldiers to make a joke...

"Come to the regiment headquarters!" I ordered with a stern face.

"Yes!" The correspondent responded, but I stopped him when he was about to connect. I couldn't wait for this matter, so I wanted to go to the regiment headquarters in person. Thinking of this, I took the guards to the regiment headquarters.

After walking along the weeds and shrubs, I arrived at the regiment headquarters for more than ten minutes, shouting a report, and waiting for a long time before I heard the chief of staff shouting "Come in".

I lifted the black curtain and walked in with great strides, and asked bluntly: "Why don't the troops tell me if they have an offensive plan? As a battalion commander of the 639th Regiment, do I have the right to know?"

"Comrade Cui Wei!" The Chief of Staff seemed to have thought of this kind of reaction I would have. While pretending to read the documents, he said calmly: "You know too... there are many Vietnamese agents lurking in our army, so sometimes it is necessary to take some confidentiality measures! I discussed with Political Commissar Huang. Considering that you had fought for a day yesterday, it was really tiring. In addition, there were another batch of reinforcements last night, and the 209th Division's troops joined us in the attack on Lang Son. So... it should be given a rest! Raise your energy and build up your army and fight again... Ah! You can rest assured and have a good rest."

I snorted coldly, saying it was nice, but no one knew that he wanted to rank me and my battalion out of the war.

But it really makes sense for him to say this. I can't even get an attack. In addition, Political Commissar Huang frequently winked at me, so I suppressed a burst of anger in my heart.

"Which unit is attacking the 417 Highland?" I asked gritted my teeth.

"First Battalion!" Seeing that I had no choice but to deal with him, the Chief of Staff said proudly: "Captain Cui, don't worry, the 209th Division came to reinforcements from two battalions last night. Our regiment has sufficient troops. I prepared two battalions to be in the 417th Highland..."

"Wang Zhengang's troops!" Before the Chief of Staff finished speaking, my face changed and grabbed the telescope and rushed out of the regiment headquarters.

I have been in contact with Wang Zhengang several times. Although I don’t know much about him, I also know that he is better at observing words and expressions than the second battalion commander He Liqiang. Being good at observing words and expressions means... As a battalion commander, He Liqiang relies on real skills, while Wang Zhengang will achieve twice the result with half the effort.

So when I heard that the first battalion attacked the 417th Highlands, I knew it would be bad. Wang Zhengang must have taken the 417th Highlands so easily yesterday. Today I thought this was a good job to do it!

I climbed up to a high ground in just a few seconds, raised my telescope and looked at the 417 high ground. The war was fighting fiercely.

Our army organized a lot of mortars to bomb the 417 Highlands, 536 Highlands and Kuoma Mountain, which can be seen from the almost uninterrupted explosions on the three highlands. However, the Vietnamese army used anti-aircraft machine guns, light and heavy machine guns and long-range artillery fire to concentrate on the open area in front of the 417 Highlands, forming an insurmountable firepower network on the death zone, and our soldiers could not rush through it.

Under the aperture of the telescope, the artillery fire from both sides broke into a ball, and there were radial mud balls everywhere. It was impossible to tell which were our army's shells and which were the enemy's shells. I watched the soldiers rushed forward with guns and fell to the ground one by one. The war started for only more than twenty minutes, but the open land was covered with corpses and broken limbs and arms, and the blood had dyed every inch of land there red. The open land had become a veritable death zone!

"Damn it!" Seeing this, I couldn't help but gritted my teeth and cursed, and turned around and rushed towards the regiment headquarters without saying a word.

I broke into the regiment headquarters angrily, but I didn't need to say anything about all the situation. The telephone soldiers and radio soldiers in the regiment headquarters were in chaos, and the correspondent broke in and reported one after another.

Of course, all these reports are bad news such as "heavy casualties" and "can't rush through!". The Chief of Staff was still shouting at the microphone: "Recover the 417 Highland at all costs, and the people of the motherland are waiting for good news for our victory!"

"Political Commissar!" I stopped Political Commissar Huang, who was busy, and now maybe only he can speak.

But Political Commissar Huang sighed, shook his head and said, "You'd better go back and rest first! There will be times when it will be useful..."

As he said that, he patted my shoulder helplessly.

So I realized that Political Commissar Huang could not persuade the Chief of Staff, and now he had to rely on himself. So he walked to the Chief of Staff without saying a word, pulled out the pistol from his waist and placed it heavily in front of the Chief of Staff's desk.

The chief of staff trembled violently, and the fear flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly asked calmly: "What are you doing?"

The entire regiment headquarters suddenly became quiet, and everyone stared at me blankly. Some soldiers wanted to rush up to stop me, but stopped when they saw the pistol on the table. Because they knew very well that if they forced me to take action, no one could stop it.

"It's very simple!" I stared at the Chief of Staff fiercely and said coldly: "I'm just talking to you about a business now!"

"What business? This is the battlefield!" The Chief of Staff was obviously a bit harsh and cowardly.

"You want to be promoted and make money, I just want to save a few more lives!" I didn't care whether he agreed or not, and said to myself: "You have also seen the situation on the battlefield. The first battalion can't take the 417th Highland at all. According to your playing style, even if you send a regiment up there, you can't conquer it!"

"I don't think it's..." The Chief of Staff was about to deny it, but I glared at me and didn't dare to continue talking.

"If you lose a battle, it's hard to explain it to you!" I narrowed my eyes and continued, "I believe you are a sensible person. At that time, you will not only lose face, but may also be punished. This will not benefit anyone."

The Chief of Staff's face turned red and white. After a while, a few words were squeezed out from his teeth: "What do you want?"

"Removing the first battalion and letting the second battalion go!" In order to take his face, I leaned into his ear and lowered my voice and said, "Which unit in this regiment can fight you the most. I am responsible for fighting, you are responsible for promotion and wealth, and I don't want any fame, fortune and credit. You should know what to do next!"

The Chief of Staff seemed to be hesitating, and suddenly another blood-covered correspondent ran in and shouted: "Report, the casualties are too great, and I still can't rush over!"

Only then did the Chief of Staff finally make a decision and order: "Replace the first battalion and let the second battalion go!"
Chapter completed!