OBS Chapter 341 A Brief Conversation!
Chapter 341 A Brief Conversation!
"Get lost! Don't give me that!"
Yuan Jun laughed and cursed, but a glint of light shone in his eyes.
"You guys are fucking lucky! You're really tough!"
This high ground, not to belittle my brothers in other units, but only you, Zhong Yuemin, could hold it and make a great contribution!
Zhong Yuemin waved his hand.
"We dare not claim credit for this, nor do we want to. The real heroes are the soldiers of the entire elite company under the 118th Regiment who sacrificed their lives. They were all wiped out."
However, his reconnaissance squad, which originally had more than twenty people, is now reduced to just a few.
Yuan Jun sighed. Too many comrades had sacrificed their lives along the way; he'd grown accustomed to it all. It wasn't that he was cold-blooded; it was just that…
In war, people always die.
"You must be Mantun, right? I've been wanting to meet you for a long time. When I went back to Beijing to visit relatives, my buddies and I had a get-together, and Yuemin, Haiyang, and the others often mentioned you. Being Ningwei's mentor, you must be someone special!"
Mantun shook his head.
“I’m not very capable. I’m grateful to Yuemin and Haiyang for taking care of me in the army. They often talk about you.”
Yuan Jun glanced at the wounds on Mantun's backpack; the strips of his underwear were soaked with blood. His brows furrowed.
"How badly are they injured? Medic! Quick! There's a wounded person over here!"
He turned his head and shouted behind him.
"It's alright, Battalion Commander Yuan, we can still hold on."
Mantun smiled憨厚ly and tried to straighten his back, but the movement aggravated his wound, causing him to wince in pain.
"You're doing pretty well now, huh, tank battalion commander! This guy..."
Zhang Haiyang pointed to the imposing tank next to him.
"That was really exciting!"
In the past, I would definitely have boasted about it, but things are different now.
man,
They will always grow up and mature.
A smile, a mixture of emotion and complexity, appeared on his face:
"Hey, don't even mention it. I worked my way up through all the hardships. Unlike you guys, scouts, spearheads behind enemy lines, you're the ones who really put on a high-stakes show. Compared to you, Staff Officer Zhang, what's a battalion commander like me!"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the position again, his tone lowering.
"It's just... the price is too high."
The atmosphere became somewhat somber for a moment.
Yes, the price was too high. The familiar platoon leader, the comrade-in-arms with whom we spent every day, are now gone forever.
Yuan Jun rummaged around in the satchel hanging on the tank armor and pulled out a slightly crumpled pack of "Daqianmen" cigarettes. He handed one to Zhong Yuemin and Zhang Haiyang, and then gestured to Man Tun and Ning Wei.
"Want a bite to calm your nerves?"
Zhong Yuemin took the cigarette, and with the match Yuan Jun had lit, took a deep drag. The pungent smoke choked him, making him cough twice, but it seemed to slightly dispel the suffocating murderous intent and sorrow in his chest.
He chuckled and cursed, "Damn, you really know how to enjoy life!"
Zhang Haiyang chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on the distance amidst the swirling smoke, lost in thought.
"Is everything alright at home?"
Yuan Jun took a drag of his cigarette and asked, his voice lowering.
"If Zhou Xiaobai knew you looked like this, he would probably cry his heart out."
"She's not that weak!"
Zhong Yuemin exhaled a smoke ring.
“I promised her I would come back alive. Yuan Jun, you too, don’t you dare get ahead of me.”
The bullet has been removed from Zhang Haiyang's arm, which was bandaged up by the clinic. He joked:
"Yuemin, you're worrying for nothing. Yuan Jun is hiding in this turtle shell. Even an atomic bomb couldn't hit him. He's far from dead."
"Get lost! I'm not a turtle!"
"Hahaha………"
The brief exchange of pleasantries and carefree laughter somewhat lessened the shadow of war!
The tank engines were still humming low, and more infantry were spreading out around the high ground.
The battle continues, and their brief rest is about to end.
Zhong Yuemin stubbed out his cigarette in the scorched earth, stood up, and his gaze became firm and sharp again.
"Yuan Jun, you must return to your unit, and we must also set off..."
Yuan Jun also stopped smiling and nodded:
"Understood. Take care! Get back alive!"
"the same as you!"
Two hands, covered in gunpowder and mud, clasped tightly for a moment, then separated. Yuan Jun boarded a tank to the side, the tracks started, and with a roar, it joined the main force.
Zhong Yuemin turned around and looked at the few remaining team members:
"Mantun, Ningwei, Haiyang... Check the equipment, let's go!"