Chapter 278: Steamed buns are so fragrant

War! This is war!

The ruthlessness of war and the life and death moments of blood and fire on the battlefield finally made all the soldiers of the Hurricane Special Forces Team really cruel? This is completely different from their battles when performing missions in China.

The iron collision between enemies all over the mountains and the two armies of hundreds or even thousands of people is completely different from the fact that they are performing missions in China.

Are the 8341 soldiers the best group among the three million troops?

Yes, of course, no one can deny that if you perform poorly in the army and have poor military qualities, you can still be an Imperial Guard with a Knife? That would be a big joke.

To be honest, in Wen Feng's eyes, this army is not really elite. At least it has never seen a bloody army, and has never been face to face. They will not know what it looks like on the real battlefield.

However, this problem is gone now. After the attacks last night, especially after the bloody positional offensive and defensive battle with the Vietnamese, this army has truly drunk the enemy's blood, truly realized the cruelty of the war and the importance of survival on the battlefield.

The first blocking battle was very successful, with a large number of enemy corpses left in front of the position. The Vietnamese rebels suffered heavy blows, and their self-confidence was completely destroyed. The casualties could only be described as unbearable witnessing.

However, in this positional offensive and defensive battle, the Hurricane Special Forces inevitably suffered casualties.

After the battle, the high ground seemed to be a little messy. The soldiers' shooting tables were filled with bullet shells, and their faces were covered with smoke. Some soldiers even threw bullets and had their fingers covered with pull rings. They were so nervous that they forgot to take them down. Some soldiers were slightly injured. With the help of their comrades, they looked at the dead bodies in complexity, and asked them to help them bandage their wounds, look at their own injuries and then look at the dead enemies. They looked at the thoughtful look in their eyes, as if they had deeply realized some problems they had never thought about.

The battlefield is extremely cruel. Either you die or I live. It doesn’t matter whether you and I have hatred here. They represent the country, glory, and the responsibility of soldiers. Under this sacred responsibility, only victory is the ultimate destination of the warriors.

As long as it is a war, there will be casualties, sometimes enemies, and sometimes they are themselves. There is no luck in such a battle. The hard training on weekdays and the courage and good fighting on the battlefield are the capital for the soldiers to establish themselves.

At this moment, the first battle has ended, but both sides of the enemy and us have to lick their wounds in the face of a cruel war.

Although the defense battle in the highlands has been successful, the Hurricane Special Forces Team also suffered casualties. The God of Death smiled wildly over the position, which made the living soldiers truly appreciate the reality and cruelty of the battlefield of blood and fire.

A bellows-like breathing sound came from the trench on the right side of the 353 Highland First Front, and a voice shouted anxiously with a crying voice:

"Brother, you have to hold on! You can't die... Open your eyes, you can't sleep..."

This was the voice of Fang Zhijun, which attracted the attention of all the Hurricane Special Forces soldiers. They suddenly realized that death was not far from them. Some soldiers were injured and might be very serious. If they could not protect themselves well on the battlefield, any of them might fall down in the next minute...

He saw casualties again. Although this was a battlefield and Wen Feng had known the cruel nature of the battlefield, whenever he saw his comrades lying in a pool of blood, he was still filled with irresistible sadness.

The soldiers of the Hurricane Special Forces Brigade, each soldier was carefully selected and brought from China. The literary style of each soldier embodies his endless expectations, let alone bringing these soldiers here, these soldiers also shoulder the ardent hopes of their fathers and relatives for them.

So when he saw the painful cry from Fang Zhijun, Wen Feng quickly arrived at the position where the First Squadron was stationed.

The injured person was Tian Shaohai. Wen Feng clearly remembered that this was a man from the suburbs of Jinan, Shandong. He was only twenty-four years old this year. This young soldier with a big teeth showing when he smiled was dying. The blood had already made half of his face turn bright red.

Wen Feng even remembers that during the 8341 unit, he picked this soldier from the army of the Criminal Terminal of the Beijing Military Region. The reason he chose him was not only because of his good military physical fitness, nor because of his political qualifications. It sounds a bit mysterious, but in fact it was because of a story.

I remember when I was choosing Tian Shaohai to enter 8341, Tian Shaohai was only nineteen years old. I heard that this kid had been in the army for three years and had falsely reported his age when he joined the army. However, this kid was very capable and performed very well in the army.

At that time, in the entire army assessment of their troops, Tian Shaohai won the first place in triathlon. It is logical that he was qualified to join the Imperial Guard, but the conditions for the troops guarding Zhongnanhai were really too high. The political review cadres who were with Wenfeng had to defeat him and find a reason for him.

The reason why this man was able to do 8341 was because Wen Feng and some political review cadres saw that this man, who was 1.8 meters tall, said nothing after the assessment, nor did they see how arrogant he was. It was just that after the assessment, the boy ate sixteen two taels of steamed buns in one go at the military district assessment base, which attracted the attention of Wen Feng and the others.

What surprised Wen Feng and the political review cadres who chose this time was that even though this kid got several firsts, he didn't have many expressions on his face. However, when he ate the twelve steamed buns, he meticulously ate the steamed buns, and did not even let go of the scraps on the table. At that time, an extremely satisfied expression appeared on his face, and even let out a long sigh of satisfaction, which felt like he was embracing the whole world.

Later, when the soldiers who were about to be selected were given administrative review, one of the political review cadres asked Tian Shaohai strangely about what he saw, and asked him why he was so indifferent to Honor, but cared about what he had eaten. Does this mean that his political thoughts were not very qualified?

Wen Feng will never forget that the man who was like a slaughter of iron flowed down his face, and he said:

"I don't know what political ineligibility is, but I know that people will be hungry if they don't eat, and even die of jewelry. That year, there was a drought. In winter, there was no food at home. In order to survive, my mother took me from Henan to Jinan, Shandong. My mother carried me for more than ten miles. Finally, she had to go to a village. My mother asked for half a bowl of porridge, but my mother didn't eat a bite, so she asked me to drink all the half bowl of porridge. This is the best thing I have ever eaten in my life!"

Speaking of this, the big man started to cry, and he continued:

"But after I finished eating half a bowl of porridge, I still felt hungry. My mother looked at it for a long time and sighed, and then said to me softly: 'Erwazi, when my mother closes her eyes, if you still feel hungry... hungry, then you... you bite the meat on my mother's body and eat it. Mom... The meat on my mother's body is also very good. After eating it, you won't be hungry... hungry'!"

"Later, my mother closed her eyes. I sat there crying and shouted at her, but she ignored me. I really had no strength, so I finally listened to her and really went to bite her mother's meat to eat. But she had no flesh on her body, and she was still skin except bones. I couldn't bite anything, so I fainted from crying and hunger..."

"My life was picked up, and it was my mother who gave it to me, so when I thought that my mother was starved to death, I felt that eating this thing was the most satisfying thing. My life was rescued by the commune. I also thank the party and the government, but I can never forget the suffering I suffered back then. In the army, I can eat full every meal. Whenever I eat full, I can feel my mother smiling at me. I always think that as long as I can eat full, it is my greatest filial piety to my mother. I will never need to eat my mother's meat again..."

It was an unforgettable political review, but every soldier and officer who listened to Tian Shaohai's story with Wen Feng all cried. Only those who had passed that era knew that everything Tian Shaohai said was true.

To be fucking political review, what political qualifications can be achieved? In fact, Tian Shaohai’s words are completely wrong if he can eat enough, even if he is politically qualified. If he doesn’t even have to eat, what’s the use of no matter how good his political qualifications are, and what can he do with strong military qualities? With the honest words of Tian Shaohai, this boy, and simple qualities, he should join the 8341 unit. No matter how elite the troops are, they cannot live without these ordinary people.

This was a slogan that was excited by the writing style at that time, and then Tian Shaohai honorably joined 8341. The boy was stunned for a long time before he understood this fact.

After joining the 8341 unit, Tian Shaohai followed Wen Feng to conduct arduous training in the reserve team, and then followed Wen Feng to Vietnam without hesitation. He joined the Cambodia war without hesitation. He followed Wen Feng for thousands of miles and traveled to several countries, but when he arrived at the 353 Highland, he fell down like this.

"Big... Captain, I... I can't do it anymore... I... I'm going to see my mother... I hope all Chinese people will never be hungry again... I... I still want to eat the snow-white... big steamed buns..."

When he saw the literary style, Tian Shaohai, who had been muttering to himself and didn't know what he was saying, suddenly became energetic. He was a bullet in his head. The bullet penetrated from the back of his neck and seemed to be stuck in the skull. However, because the bullet might have broken the artery, the blood flow could not be stopped. It was almost gone, but as he spoke, there was no sound.

"Shaohai! Shaohai, don't sleep. After this battle, I will make a lot of white flour buns for you. Boy...you can hold on!"

Wen Feng walked to Tian Shaohai, gently held his body, and looked at the simple Shandong man with great emotion, and couldn't hold his tears.

"I...I can't eat anymore. Captain, I...I can come here to fight ghosts...Divines, help...More Chinese people...I feel very...I'm very proud...I have the attitude to see me...my mother...big...big steamed buns...so fragrant..."

However, Tian Shaohai obviously could not support it. There was no extreme medical treatment on a high ground. Wen Feng was far from strong enough in Jinlan Bay. At least the Hurricane Special Forces Brigade did not have its own transport aircraft and could not transport the wounded at the extreme. Therefore, the casualty rate on the battlefield would naturally be much higher. At that moment, Tian Shaohai's face did not have much pain. When the big steamed buns were so fragrant, the young soldier's face actually showed the satisfaction that Wen Feng had once been familiar with.

"Shaohai! Shaohai! Shaohai..."

Wenfeng shouted loudly, but at this time, even if he had big white steamed buns in his hand, he could not let the man stand up again. Wenfeng sighed to the sky and could only watch the simple soldier fall to the foreign land like this.

“Consolidate!”

"arrive!"

"Remember to me and write down all the names of all the soldiers who died in this battle. Although they have already sacrificed, their monthly salary is still paid. They are sent to their homes to their relatives who are still left behind! The unified regulations will be paid to them for thirty years to ensure that their parents can support their elderly and that their children can grow up and grow up!"

"yes!"

"Captain!"

Wen Feng made the decision in front of all the soldiers of the First Battalion and the soldiers of the Second Battalion. When he announced the decision, all the soldiers showed incredibly shocked expressions on their faces, because everyone knew what Wen Feng's decision meant.

Nowadays, the wages of domestic personnel in China are generally low. The salary of soldiers who can reach Jinlan Bay with their writing style is several times that of domestic. At this time, engineers working in factories usually only cost 30 or 40 yuan a month, and more than 100 yuan a month means to anyone in China.

Wen Feng said that the families of the soldiers who died on the battlefield will be able to get such a salary in the next thirty years. Then Wen Feng said that there is no exaggeration at all. This salary will definitely make their families worry-free. How could Wen Feng not shock the soldiers, so that the soldiers would express a surprise expression.

"Yes, this is my decision. You are all witnesses. You are the best children of the motherland. You can fight for the motherland to the forefront, and blood flows out of the territory. You are the cutest people of this era. The construction and success of Cam Ran Bay cannot be separated from your contribution. So please rest assured, the soldiers, that Cam Ran Bay will never let you worry!"

Looking at the shock on the faces of the soldiers and the unbelievable eyes, Wen Feng announced that this decision would definitely become a fact. At that moment, he thought that Tian Shaohai had a wife who had just passed the family for less than two years and a newborn daughter. He couldn't help but think of the book "Wreath Under the Mountain" that made generations of young people shed tears in disbelief a few years later. I wonder where the man from Yimeng was still there? But what kind of life will his elderly mother and young wife face after losing him?

And what mistake did his literary style make for such a decision for these young soldiers? These young soldiers dedicated his youthful blood to Jinlan Bay and dedicated their most wonderful years to their dear motherland. If the literary style cannot solve their worries and make their families proud of them, he will feel that he will not be able to face these most passionate and lovely generations of heroic soldiers...

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