Veteran never die

Chapter 157 Shoot at me!Long live the motherland!

0156 Shoot me!Long live the motherland!

The boy got up and ran. Seeing that his comrades were about to shoot him, Callahan hurriedly stopped him and said, "Don't shoot! He's still a child, he doesn't have a weapon!"

Callahan loudly suggested to the comrades behind him: "Let's surround him and capture him alive!"

The boy kept running, mumbling something, and never stopped.

It looked like a desperate cry before being captured.

"He looks like he's carrying something! Damn, it's a walkie-talkie! He's reporting coordinates to his superiors!"

"Bastard, quick, kill him! Kill him!"

The US military officer realized that something was wrong and quickly issued a password.

bang bang bang-

A series of gunshots rang out, and the boy was hit by a stray bullet and leaned against a tree.

But it is already late.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom

Countless shells poured down like rainstorm and hail, and the more than 100 US troops who rushed to the position were blown to pieces.

The location where the boy was was also bombed with a big crater.

McCallaghan recalled: "That was a lingering nightmare for my whole life. It was tragic, too tragic. In order to rescue my comrades in arms, I was knocked out by the artillery fire on the spot. When I woke up, it was already It was buried in a mound of soil. I grabbed a handful of soil, and there were two 30 yuan shrapnel in it."

"On the one-meter-long tree trunk that the Chinese soldier was leaning on, there were more than 1000 shrapnel and warheads. After that wave of bombing, there were only three survivors in the entire position: one had both legs broken and his right arm was shot. Another person was blinded and deaf in both ears; the other was me, whose left leg was blown up from the knee down."

Callahan regretted it too much, and he blamed himself very much.

Because he showed mercy to the Chinese soldier and finally caused a catastrophe. More than a hundred of his comrades in arms were broken and died in foreign countries.

Callahan was very depressed and annoyed. He didn't expect that his kindness would cause so many comrades in arms to lose their lives.

The Chinese soldier didn't appreciate it at all.

During his treatment in the hospital, he often woke up from nightmares.

He originally thought that after installing the prosthetic limb, he would be able to sleep well.

However, what happened was that in the dark night, whenever he closed his eyes, that scene would appear in his mind.

Until later, when he went to China, he met veterans who participated in the Battle of Shangganling and mentioned this matter.

The veteran said: "Mr. McCallaghan, you said that the volunteer soldier yelled something you couldn't understand. Now I can translate it for you and tell me about the scene at that time. 8251 is the code name of that soldier."

8251: "Tianjin No. 0! Tianjin No. [-]! The enemy has come up with another company, target No. [-], fire!"

Leader: "8251, you have to maintain your strength!"

8251: "Leave me alone, hit target 0 quickly! The enemy is coming up from the depression again, hit it fast! Hit it fast!"

Leader: "8251, how thick is your bunker wall?"

8251: "Tianjin No. [-] don't ask, call now!"

Commander: "8251, how far is the enemy from you?"

8251: "70 meters, 50 meters, 30 meters... closer!"

In the entire headquarters, the voice from the intercom echoed, and everyone was worried about 8251 on the ground.

Suddenly, the soldier didn't even use the code name, and called directly: "Commander, my bunker is surrounded! Hit my bunker!"

The veteran said to Callahan, "8251 doesn't even need the code name. You must have rushed to the front at that time."

Leader: "Yu Shuchang, what did you say?"

8251: "Regimental Commander! Commander! The enemy surrounded me, attacked the bunker, and fired at me! The enemy surrounded me, long live the motherland! Fire at me——fire! Fire!"

The dense shells did not stop firing until the infantry counterattacked at dusk.

Thousands of artillery shells were fired, and countless shells exploded on the position with our infinite respect for heroes and infinite hatred for the enemy.

The veteran shrugged his shoulders: "You should know the rest of it."

After hearing this, McCallaghan was already in tears.

The nightmare that tormented him for most of his life should be over.

At that moment, he no longer hated that boy, what he hated was the damn war.

For junior officers and soldiers, war is a huge meat grinder.

"This is the end of my introduction." Wang Shuo ended his explanation.

In the exhibition hall, visitors gather here.

Among them are students, company employees, police officers, active military personnel, and retired veterans.

Looking at the oil paintings, weapons, battle flags, and photos in the exhibition hall, and listening to Wang Shuo's narration, everything seemed to happen right before my eyes.

On the incomplete battle flag with 380 bullet holes, there are a few large characters written on it: [Advance bravely, insert the red flag into the liberated position]

Comment area.

"The spirit of the East is invincible, and the power of the East cannot be weighed."

"The military flag is flying, selfless dedication, bloody battles, and the soul of the army will stay forever!"

"Who is the cutest person? The Chinese People's Volunteers. 18 martyrs will be buried forever in North Korea! The great spirit of resisting US aggression and aiding Korea is our red gene, which will always be integrated into the August [-]st Army emblem and our blood."

"The blood is surging, and I am grateful to our ancestors for their sacrifices in exchange for decades of peace. Looking at the situation of the countries around us, we should really be satisfied and grateful. When the war is over, the US imperialists must weigh it before moving."

"I don't know the deeds of many heroes. I hope to popularize more of this in the future."

"Okay, sister Lieutenant is yours, take it!"

"As expected of the grandson of the old chief, well said!"

"I must like it. I am very touched by the natural and calm speech."

"Am I the only one who noticed that Wang Shuo is so handsome?"

"What an excellent commentator, I like you."

clap clap clap clap-

There was warm applause, for Wang Shuo.

Wang Liangliang nodded, basically satisfied with his grandson's performance.

But he still has something to add.

"The soldier who shouted and fired at me was named Yu Shuchang. He was great. But there is another person we can never forget. His name is Jiang Qingquan. In fact, Jiang Qingquan is the king in the movie "Heroes". The earliest prototype." Wang Liang said.

Jiang Qingquan's fate is different from Yu Shuchang's.

Yu Shuchang was sacrificed, while Jiang Qingquan was looking at the approaching enemy like a tide, trying his best to shout at the walkie-talkie: "Don't talk nonsense! Shoot me! Shoot me!" After that, he failed to wait for our army's attack. The artillery fire was hit in the stomach by the enemy's shrapnel, and a piece of shrapnel collapsed to the eye.

Enduring the pain, through blood-stained eyes, Jiang Qingquan crawled and groped on the ground, trying to find a gun to commit suicide.

Before the gun was found, another gas bomb from the enemy hit the bunker.

In an instant, he couldn't see or hear anything, he lost consciousness
(End of this chapter)