The Bourne Counterattack

Chapter 11 Low-key
  The fighting continued, and the bad news that Tiantongan Station was captured by the Japanese army finally came. Cheng Mo and the others were lucky.

If they had received the order earlier, I'm afraid they would have arranged to report there. At this moment, I'm afraid they would either have become the dead souls of the Japanese, or they would have been captured.

I would rather die than be a prisoner.

Cheng Mo didn't want to publicize himself, so he refused to be interviewed or even take photos.

The reason is simple.

He was afraid that his identity information would be leaked and he would be targeted by the Japanese army on the battlefield. Yang Ruifu heard this reason.

He himself also knows that the propaganda department of the party-state often does things that are useless to his teammates and is very good at passing the blame. There is nothing to say about this.

Cheng Mo refused to let go. His ideas were indeed different from others and quite advanced. When he knew that Cheng Mo was a top student who had returned from studying abroad, he completely gave up on recruiting him into the army.

Young people have more ideas than me. What Cheng Mo wants, I'm afraid he can't give.

But it is a good thing for him and the first battalion that such a person is fighting the Japanese army under his own command.

But it's better not to die!
  As long as Cheng Mo survives, once his deeds are revealed, he will surely become a household name and a nationally renowned anti-Japanese hero.

But Cheng Mo didn't seem to want to be this hero.

A hot-blooded young man with strong energy was able to calmly refuse the temptation to become a "big hero".

Such people, to be honest, are a bit scary.

After Cheng Mo was out of the limelight, he began to restrain himself. On the battlefield, he no longer shot targets indiscriminately, but specifically selected valuable targets.

His strength alone is limited, and it is definitely impossible to control the field. However, as long as the Japanese army enters within 400 meters of his sight, basically no Japanese army will be able to come back alive as long as they enter this range.

So ever.

Cheng Mo was used by Yang Ruifu as a firefighter. Whenever there was a problem, he was transferred there, making him the busiest person in the battalion.

Fight this day!
  As tired as a dog.

This old Yang is just like "Huang Shiren" or "Nan Batian". How can anyone use people like this? It's simply too much.

Yang Ruifu got the statistics of the results given to him by his staff and was stunned for a long time without regaining consciousness.

The First Battalion actually suffered less than a hundred casualties in exchange for nearly 1 casualties from the Japanese army on the opposite side, a casualty ratio of 2.5:. It also destroyed three Japanese tanks and seized more than pieces of various light and heavy weapons...

"Battalion, if this result is reported, our battalion will become famous!" The battalion staff officer's face flushed with excitement.

"We will report the results of this victory, but we cannot report them all." Yang Ruifu closed his eyes and said after careful consideration.

"Not all reports, why? If this is reported, there will definitely be no less rewards. You are confused." The staff officer said anxiously. Maybe the results of this victory will be heard by the heavens.

"Once the results of this victory are reported, we will become the focus of the battlefield. The Japanese army is so proud that they will definitely bite us to take revenge. Do you think that I will use the blood of my brothers to promote me and make me rich?" Yang Ruifu scolded A sound.

"But, camp, if we don't report this, will the Japanese army not retaliate crazily next?" The staff officer still felt that the reason was a bit far-fetched, but the battalion commander made the decision to report less, and the person involved has no opinion, so what else can he do? ?
  "Their strategic target is not us. If they are forced to use our defensive positions as the main attack direction, how many of our battalions do you think can survive and wait until the battle is over to report? If I report again then, the higher-ups will not recognize it?" "Yang Ruifu said, "If this is the case, then why are we still fighting this war and loyal to this party and state?"

What Cheng Mo said made sense. He was the first to win. Now this victory was so amazing. If he reported it, the urinal behavior of the people above him would definitely be publicized.

The limelight has come out, but the battle is not over yet. The Japanese have suffered such heavy losses that their face has been thrown into their pants. They must be recovered. By then, the frontal pressure on the first battalion will be unprecedentedly huge. .

Of course, there is a lot of pressure now.

Cheng Mo is not a god. He can stabilize a battalion's position with one person. If any point is breached by the Japanese army and the entire line is defeated, it will really be more of a loss than a gain. Yang Ruifu has been fighting for seven or eight years, but no young man who is not even a soldier can see clearly. He is indeed someone who has drank foreign ink, but it is different.

After a day of fighting, Cheng Mo's muscles were sore all over, especially his right index finger. He couldn't even hold the kettle when drinking water. He had pulled the trigger at least two hundred times that day.

This is equivalent to saying that he fired two hundred rounds, and the rifle fired with recoil. Although he put a piece of pad on his shoulder in advance, the shoulder socket was still red and swollen after a whole day, and after the entire right arm relaxed, Can't lift it normally.

He found a flat place and sat down, uncovered his collar, and simply washed and disinfected it with water. Then he took out a bottle of safflower oil from the medicine box, endured the pain and applied it on it, and then used a piece of clean gauze. Pad...

As night fell, there was silence on the position. The officers and soldiers of the first battalion who had been fighting for a day were seizing this rare time to rest.

No one knows whether the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side will go crazy and fight with them tonight.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat..." The cooking team came up with the food, each person had a big spoonful of cabbage stew and white rice.

On the battlefield, it is good to have such a meal. It can be said that no one knows whether there will be another meal after one meal.

As soon as Cheng Mo saw the white flesh, he couldn't help but think of those comrades who were killed in the explosion. He saw too many dead people and broken limbs today, so his stomach began to churn and he couldn't eat at all...

Seeing Cheng Mo's appearance, everyone around burst into laughter.

It's not that they are insensitive, it's that they have long been used to it. How can they have the strength to continue fighting without eating or eating meat?

"Are you okay?" Wu Jianfeng came over, stretched out his hand and patted Cheng Mo's back gently, "It was like this the first time. At that time, I couldn't eat meat, especially when I saw this white fat meat. It made me feel sick, and later on, there was nothing I could do. If you didn’t eat, you wouldn’t be able to carry the gun or fight.”

Cheng Mo naturally understands the truth, but this physiological reaction cannot be controlled by controlling it. It can only be adapted to.

"Here." Wu Jianfeng took out two tin cans and gave them to him.

Cheng Mo saw a can of beef and a can of fruit and asked, "Brother Angkor, where did they come from?"

"You are now the treasure of our battalion. We must ensure that you maintain your fighting ability. You are specially approved by the camp." Wu Jianfeng said.

"This isn't appropriate. I'm the same as everyone else. How can I be special?"

"If this were anyone else, I would be the first to refuse to accept it, but for you, every one of us in the battalion counts. Who dares to say that you are not qualified to enjoy this treatment? Old Wu, I will beat him to death!" Wu Jianfeng said, Cheng Mo originally saved him He passed him and saved a leg. Now on the battlefield, Cheng Mo shot a gun, and many people survived because of him, including Wu Jianfeng. Without Cheng Mo, he would have died twice today.

"Angkor, the Japanese have suffered a loss today. I'm afraid it won't be a good fight tomorrow. If you think about it from your perspective, they will definitely change their tactics tomorrow." Cheng Mo said. He had read so many books, and there were two As a human being, we naturally think more than others. There are so many things in our minds. If we don’t use them, wouldn’t they be in vain?

"We have been competing with the Japanese for so many days, but we haven't seen how many tricks they have. They are not like the third child. After the artillery fires, the infantry rushes, or they organize death squads to fight us hand-to-hand. If we are their weapons, we can still defeat them. Arrogant!"

"Except for weapons, the quality of our soldiers is far worse than that of the Japanese." Cheng Mo sighed with emotion.

"Brother, aren't you scared?"

Cheng Mo met Wu Jianfeng's eyes and said, "If I were afraid, I wouldn't have come with you. I'm just stating an objective fact. We need to recognize ourselves in order to defeat the enemy. Do you understand? Know yourself and the enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles. Brother Wu, don’t you understand this?"

"I don't understand this, but I know that if we don't drive away the Japanese, we won't have a good life." Wu Jianfeng waved his hand and said.

"Yes, if we don't drive away these Japanese people, we won't have a good life." Cheng Mo nodded. This reason is very simple and easy to understand.

Simple truth is the easiest to understand.

　Keep rolling around asking for collection, recommended!

(End of this chapter)