As Liu Shunyi said, there was no task to be assigned to the battalion headquarters this time, it was just a heart-to-heart talk. I think there was also the meaning of letting me know the result of the Fakashan Battle. After all, the troops under me and I are both heroes of the Fakashan Battle. If we don’t let us know the result of the battle, it would be a bit unreasonable.

Of course, things like artillery radars are generally not told to ordinary people. Just as the Vietnamese army thought we had an artillery observation station on the Faka Mountain and launched an attack on the 637 Highlands with all our might. For our army, we naturally hope that the Vietnamese army can continue to have such an eternal "misunderstanding", and only in this way can we achieve the greatest benefits on the battlefield.

But all of us know that this is impossible. Not to mention that our troops are full of Vietnamese agents, it is also said that there are no airtight walls. In fact, the same is true on the battlefield. No matter how secrets are kept, the equipment that has played a role in the battlefield makes the enemy know that it is only a matter of time.

However, I don’t need to think about these things. Our special reconnaissance brigade is a force that performs special missions, rather than doing confidentiality work or fighting spy forces. All I need to do is to keep my mouth in place. In this regard, I also hope that Liu Shunyi and the others will not tell me about the "cannon-aiding radar". The more secrets you know, the more dangerous it is, it is a truth that everyone knows. But to be honest, if you are the captain of a special brigade, you don’t even know these things, it’s a bit unreasonable.

For the next period of time, we were lazy in the ward except for occasionally going out for a walk every day. The soldiers called such days peace. But I knew that such peaceful days would not last too long because I saw that the ward was screening us injured soldiers.

Needless to say, the soldiers who died on the operating table are the screening here. The screening refers to the indiscriminate treatment of those of us who have returned from the Battle of Fakashan and are sure to survive. But soon... they were divided into minor injuries and serious injuries. The doctor said that this was to treat us more conveniently, so it was divided like this. But in fact, the soldiers knew very well what was going on, because they divided the standards for minor injuries and serious injuries... because they could go to the battlefield again.

For example, several soldiers had their right hands cut off by shrapnel. Logically, they should be divided into the minor injury area, but they were divided into the serious injury area. Why? Because they couldn't shoot again. So although neither the superiors nor the doctors made it clear, the soldiers' hearts were actually as bright as if the skylight was open - the comrades in the seriously injured area were about to leave our special reconnaissance brigade soon.

It is precisely because of this that the soldiers ran to the seriously injured area whenever they had time. The female soldiers even sent flowers to the wards of the seriously injured area every day, trying their best to make the soldiers happier. The soldiers also pretended not to know anything, as if they were very optimistic and laughed all day long. However, everyone could see that they just didn't want other soldiers to see them sad.

Unlike other soldiers, I have never been to the seriously injured area once. These things were told by Liu Yun. It is not that I am cold-blooded, nor that I am a battalion commander, but that I am afraid of the way I would smile when I see them, and I am afraid that I will not be able to stand it... So I had to force myself to think nothing, and tolerate myself and not walk towards the seriously injured area without any step.

However, this moment finally came inevitably...

I don’t know when it was the day we recovered. In fact, my injuries had already healed. It would be better to say that it was a rest after the war. On this day, I was bored playing with the sniper rifle newly issued to me by Political Commissar Yang. Due to the harsh environment on the Faka Mountain and the fierce battle, my original sniper rifle barrel was a little crooked. At this time, because we were fighting with the Vietnamese army more and more frequently, we also captured more and more sniper rifles. Besides, we are also special reconnaissance brigades. Other troops may still lack weapons, but we have whatever we want. Political Commissar Yang even spoke out. As long as we are willing, American sniper rifles can also be chosen as we can.

I have also seen American sniper rifles. At this time, the sniper rifles used by the Americans were no longer the m1c I used on the Korean battlefield, but the name... m700. What made me most excited was the night vision scope on it, which reminded me of the fact that we had seized a batch of carbines equipped with night vision devices from the Americans during the Korean battlefield.

Of course, with the development of technology, the American night vision instrument is no longer as heavy as before and can only be installed on a carbine, and the imaging effect is much better than the previous night vision instruments, and the performance is also very good in all aspects. But in the end, I chose the SVD rifle, because the reason is as simple as before - ammunition is incompatible. For example, this time, if all the American sniper rifles are brought to the 142 Highlands, then we are afraid that we will soon face the point where there is no ammunition available.

The svd sniper rifle has no problem at all. Just take a single link of a heavy machine gun, which is enough for us to fight the entire battle.

"Battleman Commander Cui!" At this moment, Liu Yun ran in excitedly and said, "Go and have a look! The superior asked the Central Commander to come to our army to perform! Go and have a look..."

"Well? Central Condolences Group?" Although I was a little surprised, I didn't know what level the Central Condolences Group was.

"You..." Liu Yun glared at me and said, "Why are you like this? No reaction at all?"

"Then what kind of reaction should I have?" I asked back.

"The Central Condolences Group is a national-level art troupe!" Liu Yunyou said with a little unhappy face: "Others can't see it. If we hadn't made great contributions on the battlefield, they wouldn't have come to our army to perform!"

After hearing what Liu Yun said, I was a little angry. I put my rifle hard on my hand and said, "No matter what the Central Condolences Group is or not, I don't care! They can only yell twice, and they will be better than us bleeding and sacrificing on the battlefield? We are not here to listen to them sing and watch them perform..."

Liu Yun was stunned when he heard this. After a long time, he pulled my arm and slowed down and said, "Okay, I said the wrong thing. The comrades in the condolence group didn't say that... They are also here to comfort you heroes. I heard that you blocked the troops of the eight regiments of the Vietnamese devils on the Faka Mountain. They all felt that it was their honor to perform for you, and they also said they wanted to see you..."

After hearing Liu Yun say this, my heart slowly calmed down. In fact, I also knew that the Central Condolences Group would not have that meaning. It’s just that those of us who came down from the battlefield all have a bad temper, but we will never allow others to despise our dignity and our efforts. I think this may be because we have paid too much life and blood on the battlefield, so that we feel a little unbalanced.

"Let's go! Let's take a look...they are setting up the stage!"

Looking at Liu Yun's begging gaze, I couldn't help but nodded softly. To be honest, I also wanted to go out for a walk. After staying in the tunnel, I didn't want to stay in the ward all day. At the same time, I also wanted to go out and see what this central condolence group looked like.

After walking out of the ward and turning two turns, I saw many soldiers busy building the stage with gasoline barrels and wooden boards, and some people like actors were trying out costumes, making up and rehearsals, and a lively scene. After a while, I found that Political Commissar Yang was also among them, and was talking to an old soldier in his fifties.

"Oh... I'll be there when I say Cao Cao!" At this time, Political Commissar Yang also saw me and waved to me enthusiastically. When I walked forward, Political Commissar Yang introduced the old soldier to me and said, "Captain Cui, this is Comrade Wang Fei, the commander of the Central Condolences Group. Comrade Wang Fei, this is Comrade Cui Wei, the captain of the Special Reconnaissance Brigade!"

"Hello Comrade Cui Wei!" Wang Fei held my hands enthusiastically and said, "We just talked about you! Your army's confidentiality work is really good! I just learned from Political Commissar Yang that you were resisting the Vietnamese army on Faka Mountain for more than ten hours. It is a great honor to perform for you!"

Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but look at Liu Yun beside me, and thought to myself that this girl would still play tricks on me. Liu Yun couldn't help but stick out his tongue, grimaced at me, and pretended that nothing had happened before, which made me feel a little amused and cry.

Seeing that my expression was wrong, Political Commissar Yang laughed at me and said, "Don't worry! You still need to keep the necessary confidentiality work, but since the superiors can send this condolence group to our army, there will be no problem. Just say anything!"

Of course, I understand the confidentiality of our army's troops is that it is not possible to promote it because of the particularity of our army. For example... Many people in our army have actually been "dead" in self-defense counterattacks. What should I say if I want to promote it? For example, the spies of the Vietnamese Japanese may also see some clues from our propaganda and then find the roots and find the bottom line... So in order to avoid these unnecessary troubles, the organization decided not to promote the military record of our army. Even if there is any mention, it would just report to a "some unit".

So, if there is a condolence group that can be sent to our army to perform, I don’t know how many reviews it will pass.

"I didn't mean that!" I generously held Captain Wang's hand, then glanced at Liu Yun and said, "I just heard... it is not easy to see your performance, so it should be our honor!"

"Captain Cui is really good at joking!" Commander Wang Fei was also a generous person. He laughed and said, "I am also a soldier. In fact, all the members of our condolence group came from the army. How could we not know the danger and hardship of your hard work on the battlefield to fight against the Vietnamese Japanese? What can we be considered!"

Commander Wang's words benefited me very much. At the same time, after knowing that they were all soldiers, the only sense of rejection in my heart naturally disappeared. From this point of view, Commander Wang should be a person who is good at observing words and knows how to communicate. But it is no wonder that the leader of the Art Troupe has to deal with different troops all day long.

"Okay!" Political Commissar Yang laughed and said, "Don't praise you anymore, Captain Wang! We'll wait to see your wonderful performance in the evening!"

"No problem! You are satisfied with the package!" Wang Fei replied readily.

After Captain Wang left, Political Commissar Yang pulled me aside and whispered: "Do you know... why did your superiors arrange a performance for us at this time?"

I couldn't help but wonder: "There is a reason for arranging the performance?"

"Of course there is!" Political Commissar Yang frowned and handed me a cigarette, lit each other, took a deep breath, and sighed with the smoke and said, "This time the Battle of Faka Mountain... twenty-one of the forty-three surviving soldiers are not suitable for going to the battlefield again..."

Upon hearing this, I suddenly raised my head and looked at Zhengcommander Yang, and soon understood what he meant. This evening party was not so much a party for us to celebrate the merits, but rather a party for those soldiers to practice...

"They are not suitable for going to the battlefield... They can also do some logistics work at the base!" After hesitating for a while, I asked Political Commissar Yang: "For example, Xu Songcheng and Liu Jianxin, they just injured a few fingers. It's okay to work in the cafeteria! It's okay to be a communicator..."

Political Commissar Yang shook his head and said, "I want to keep them, too, but do you hope they will live like this for the rest of their lives? Let them never see their families and never have their own life?"

I was stunned when I heard this. I had to admit that I didn't expect this at all.

"I have made arrangements!" said Yang Political Commissar: "I will give them some care after they leave. Of course, agricultural transfer is not a problem. If you want to continue to stay in the army, I will arrange a job within your ability. If you don't want to continue to stay in the army, the organization will arrange work for them. You don't have to worry about this!"

"Then...what should they say when they go back?" I asked again, "Some of them have declared their sacrifice, right?"

"This is easy to deal with!" Political Commissar Yang replied: "For several months, many troops who have been separated from the self-defense counterattack have returned to China. We just say that they are part of the separation in Vietnam! As for those soldiers who died, all we can do is to pay them pensions according to regulations!"

"Oh!" After listening to Political Commissar Yang's words, I realized that my superiors had already considered the seriously injured. At the same time, I was also a little surprised. Now it was three or four months before the counterattack, and there were still soldiers returning to their motherland from Vietnam. I really don't know how they came here.

Later I learned that the troops who were separated in Vietnam returned to the motherland not only in these few months, but even a year later. This is also the reason why our army stipulates that border guards are not allowed to use Vietnamese dialect such as "Nuokong Song" when they speak to the enemy...

This is the case, just like the situation we encountered at the border. Because the border guard soldiers are accustomed to shouting "Nuokong Songye" to the enemy during self-defense counterattacks, and those separated troops do not know the command of our troops when they return to their country, tragedies of misunderstandings between themselves and others often occur on the border... The border guards thought the other side was Vietnamese, and the returning troops also thought that our border guards were Vietnamese. So when they went through a lot of hardships and were about to fall into the arms of their motherland, they fell in their hands!

I have heard a lot of things like this. Some were killed by the border guards as Vietnamese, some were run around and injured by landmines, and some thought they had a psychological breakdown when they encountered the Vietnamese army, so they hugged them in groups of detonating grenades and committed suicide... When the border guards ran forward, they saw that they were all their own people, and their military uniforms were already ragged!

So soon after, the superiors issued an order, and all border guards were called in Chinese and could only fire after asking about the situation. They fired flares every night in order to allow those returning comrades to see the direction of their motherland clearly...

"What? Are you not satisfied with these arrangements?" Looking at my thoughtful look, Political Commissar Yang said: "If you have anything to be dissatisfied with, or if you have any requirements, you can make it. I will definitely meet your requirements if you can do it. This is also the meaning of Commander Liu. He knows that you have made a lot of contributions to the country, so he makes every effort to do something for these soldiers!"

"No, no!" I stood up and replied, "You have done enough for the soldiers. On behalf of the soldiers, I thank you for your concern in the organization!"

"I'll see you when I say this!" Political Commissar Yang smiled bitterly and said, "Go and see your soldiers, maybe I won't see them again in the future! Also... you prepare! After the evening party is over... you come and say a few words to the soldiers who are about to leave the team on behalf of the troops!"

As he said that, Political Commissar Yang patted my shoulder and left, leaving me alone standing there.

A few minutes later, I came to the ward of the seriously injured area alone. The soldiers inside must have known that there was a condolence group sent by the central government tonight, so it was noisy and everyone was very happy.

I walked around the door, and I stopped at the door several times when I wanted to go in. How should I tell them? What should I say? And the evening speech... I really don't know how to face them. Although Political Commissar Yang and Liu Shunyi have done enough for them, I feel that those who will never compensate for their pain...
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