Veteran never die

Chapter 187 The flag of the Republic bears our blood-stained demeanor
0187 Our blood-stained demeanor is on the flag of the Republic
The 27th passed.

The 28th passed.

The 29th passed.

The 30th passed.

The 31th passed.

During these five long days, no one knew what Fu Pingshan, the deputy battalion reconnaissance staff officer, had experienced.

Wang Liang didn't know either. Out of respect for history, he didn't express anything.

For the past five days, he was going to avoid the enemy's siege and interception by himself, so he didn't dare to sleep. He didn't have water to drink and he had to save some compressed biscuits, because he didn't know how long this protracted battle would last.

Plagued by fatigue and hunger, I dare not close my eyes, because as soon as I close my eyes, I snore, which will expose me.

The time was really long and difficult, and finally, I bid farewell to [-].

Fu Pingshan never imagined that he would spend New Year's Day in [-] like this.

On that day, Fu Pingshan's clothes had been torn to shreds during his countless times running through the jungle and avoiding enemies in the bushes. Hunger and cold attacked him at the same time.

He touched the two compressed biscuits left in his pocket and swallowed.

A little thirsty, I drank a few mouthfuls of rainwater accumulated in the crater.

The bomb crater was produced by shelling several months ago. Fu Pingshan smiled. Judging from the appearance of the bomb crater, it should be a masterpiece of our army's Type 59 130mm cannon.

Our army has recently developed a variety of new types of ammunition for the 130mm cannon, such as bottom row bombs, bottom concave bombs, and sub-munitions. The maximum range has increased to 38 kilometers.

The range of the Yuehouzi's heavy artillery is less than half that of the 130mm cannon, and it is destined to be shot.

Just think about it and be happy.

After drinking the water, I was a little hungry again, so I grabbed some bark to eat. Although I still had two compressed biscuits, I couldn't use them until the critical moment.

New Year's Day is collectively referred to as New Year's Day in most countries in the world.

Although there is no special way to celebrate this festival in modern China, it is nothing more than a family having a good meal together and watching the New Year's Day Gala, nothing more.

But what happened to Fu Pingshan on this day.

At this moment, what kind of mood are those who love him and the people he loves deeply.

He has been out of contact with the main force for five full days. The reconnaissance brigade of the 114th Division has sent several small teams to conduct infiltration searches, but nothing has been found.

1987:10 a.m. on New Year's Day, [-].

Fu Pingshan encountered a group of Vietnamese troops on a certain highland.

Da da da, da da da, da da da.
The enemy shot at him, and Fu Pingshan was hit by a bullet. While wounded, he fought back hard and killed an enemy.

The Vietnamese army surrounded him, and he had only ten bullets left.

Under the command of the officers, the Vietnamese army changed from a column battle formation to a horizontal battle formation and spread out in all directions, forming a momentum of encirclement.

bang bang-

After firing two shots, seeing no response, the officer changed his mind and ordered: "He has no bullets. After so many days, he must be exhausted. Go up and grab the living ones. I will torture him. "

Fu Pingshan knew that he was facing hundreds of enemies with this pistol and ten rounds of bullets, and he couldn't walk away after being shot, and he couldn't compete with the enemy at all.

He found a suitable place to hide. It was a big rock, and he hid behind it.

The Vietnamese soldiers pressed on every step.

bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

Da da da, da da da, da da da.

The aimless shooting was just to frighten the Chinese soldier.

"You have been surrounded, there is no way to retreat, put down your weapons and surrender immediately, we will spare you."

"get out!"

"Get out, we know you're out of bullets, hahaha."

"Come out, or I will kill you!"

The Vietnamese army shouted, trying to make Fu Pingshan surrender.

Their intention was very clear, to save face by capturing the Chinese soldier alive.

But their shouts did not receive any response, and the Vietnamese army officer waved his hand to signal the soldiers to press on.

At 200 meters, the Vietnamese soldiers advanced slowly, did not shoot, and did not encounter any resistance.

150 meters, still silent.

100 meters, still no response.

The Vietnamese officer smiled triumphantly, and said to the sergeant beside him: "The Chinese must have been frightened, he has no ability to resist."

The soldiers smiled, finally completed the search and arrest mission, and finally could go back to the camp to rest, and they quickened their pace.

80 m.

60 m.

40 m.

30 m.

bang bang-

"what--"

At this time, Fu Pingshan dodges and shoots at the enemy rushing to the front.

With two shots in a row, one enemy was headshot on the spot, and the other was hit in the chest and fell to the ground.

Type 67 micro-sound pistol, a special operations pistol specially equipped for scouts.

But in the hands of this years-long training pacesetter, this gun has been made superb, and the distance of 30 meters is naturally full of bullets.

The Vietnamese army became furious and afraid of the gun in Fu Pingshan's hand, so they attacked by throwing grenades collectively.

In the film and television drama "Bright Sword", Li Yunlong used this method to deal with the Yamazaki brigade.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom

Accompanied by explosions one after another, Fu Pingshan died heroically at the age of 30.

The stage darkened suddenly, and Wang Liang returned to the center again.

After a long time, Wang Liang said: "After Pingshan died, in order to retaliate and humiliate the Chinese army, the enemy cut off his head and buried it at the gate of his martyr's cemetery."

"Later, through information provided by insiders and captives and multiple searches, the martyr's soul was recovered, cremated and buried in the Tanggu Martyrs Cemetery in Jin City."

In the entire studio hall, there was no one who was not sobbing.

No. 001 commentator Wang Liang is no exception. After fighting for a lifetime, he thought that his heart was dead, but he didn't realize that he often washed his face with tears.

For those who don't understand that battle, it is shocking, full of shocks.

For the veterans of the Vietnam War, Fu Pingshan, their comrades-in-arms, their brothers, lived with honor and died with greatness.

Shit!

I want him to come back alive.

If he is still alive, he will be 70 years old this year, and he can see the peace and prosperity of today.

Now, who will remember you?
But Fu Pingshan said: "I have no complaints or regrets."

Maybe I bid farewell and will never come back, do you understand?do you understand
Maybe when I fall down, I will never get up again. Do you still have to look forward to it forever?
If so, don't be sad, the flag of the Republic has our blood-stained demeanor.

If so, don't be sad, the flag of the Republic has our blood-stained demeanor.

Maybe my eyes can no longer be opened, do you understand my silent feelings?

Maybe I will not wake up from my long sleep, do you believe that I have turned into a mountain?

If so, don't be sad, the soil of the republic has our love.

If so, don't be sad, the soil of the republic has our love.

If so, don't be sad, the flag of the Republic has our blood-stained demeanor.

This is his choice, even if he is forgotten, he has no regrets.

Because, the flag of the Republic has his blood-stained demeanor.

(End of this chapter)