Chapter 572: The ace scout He Qiu! ! !
Meeting fellow villagers, tears in their eyes. This is the most realistic portrayal of the frontline battlefield.
In the years of war, two fellow villagers who had been together for a long time met on the front line. The excitement was hard to express, as if thousands of words had turned into a kind local accent.
The reunion between Liu Xiaotao and He Qiu seemed to be the arrangement of fate. They had endless topics to talk about, from the changes in their hometown to the experience on the battlefield, every sentence was full of affection and resonance.
When the last wave of pursuing enemy troops were completely defeated and returned to the station safely, He Qiu couldn't wait to come to Liu Xiaotao's station with a bottle of precious "Taihang" wine.
The two raised their glasses to drink together. The fragrance of the wine was mixed with nostalgia for the past and expectations for the future. This friendship between comrades is particularly precious in the war.
Liu Xiaotao was the first to go to the battlefield and urgently wanted the veteran He Qiu to teach him some combat experience. This was a very precious thing his comrades exchanged for their lives.
For the younger brother who has a good friend, He Qiu consciously needs to take good care of him, and Liu Xiaotao doesn't need to mention it.
Don't underestimate these clichés, as you may save your life at critical moments.
On the battlefield of the two mountains' rotation battle, the tasks shouldered by He Qiu and the scouts were like dancing on the tip of a knife, and each action was filled with unknown risks and huge tests.
They often have to go deep into the enemy's rear, overcome many difficulties and obstacles, and collect extremely critical intelligence, so as to provide solid and strong support for the troops' combat decisions.
Surveying minefields is a life-and-death difficulty that scouts often encounter when performing their missions.
The minefield in the L Mountain area is like a deadly trap hidden in the dark. The Type 72 anti-infantry thunder and Type 66 anti-infantry directional mines are scattered. If there is any mistake, it will touch the mine and will end up being broken into pieces.
Whenever He Qiu and his team go on a mission to cross the minefield, they must concentrate highly, rely on their keen insight and rich experience to carefully explore the place where each step is.
They often lie on the ground, groping forward little by little with their hands, sweat soaking their clothes, and there is only one firm belief in their hearts: complete the task and return safely.
He Qiu only talks about not practicing fake moves, so he felt that he had to take Liu Xiaotao through the minefield and experience it for himself.
He Qiu's breathing seemed particularly heavy in the silent minefield, and only the sound of wind and occasional bird songs could be heard in his ears.
His fingers gently touched the ground, and his fingertips felt the subtle changes in every inch of soil. Suddenly, his finger paused, and a strange touch came from his fingertips - it was a slightly raised piece of metal with a sharp edge as sharp as a knife.
His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and cold sweat slid down his forehead.
He held his breath, slowly retracted his fingers, gently tapped the ground with his nails, carefully distinguishing the nuances of the sound.
"Stop!" He Qiu shouted in a low voice, and Liu Xiaotao behind him immediately stopped and held his breath and concentrated.
He Qiu pulled out the lightning probe from his waist, carefully inserted it into the soil, and tested the position of the metal plate.
His movement was extremely slow, as if time was lengthened at this moment.
When the lightning probe touched the metal plate, it made a slight "click" sound. He Qiu's pupils suddenly contracted and his fingers trembled slightly. "It's the Type 72 Anti-Infantry Thunder," he whispered, with a hint of nervousness in his voice, "Go around and don't touch it."
Liu Xiaotao nodded tacitly, carefully bypassing the minefield, and every step was like walking on thin ice.
He Qiu kept replaying every detail of mine clearance in his mind, reminding himself not to be negligent at all.
His eyes swept across the ground in front of him, and suddenly, the soil under a dead leaf was slightly sunken, attracting his attention.
He Qiu suddenly lay down and gently pushed away the dead leaves with his hands, revealing a tripwire as thin as a hair, connecting another landmine.
"Be careful, there are still thunders!" He Qiu's voice was low and rapid, and the sweat on Liu Xiaotao's face suddenly fell. Fortunately, He Qiu had experience, and if he could, it would trigger this chain of thunder.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, He Qiu gently pinched the tripwire and carefully cut it off.
He was extremely slow, afraid of causing any vibration.
The moment he cut the tripwire, He Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, but the tension in his heart did not completely dissipate.
The veterans all know that every inch of land in the minefield can hide fatal dangers.
"Continue to move forward?" He Qiu asked Liu Xiaotao in a low voice.
Liu Xiaotao gritted his teeth and said with a hint of firmness, "Continue, it's not far from the safe zone anyway."
He Qiu smiled and gave Liu Xiaotao a thumbs up, "Okay, brother, you are like Liu Wu. You are all heroes in your Liu family, hahaha..."
After passing the minefield several times, Liu Xiaotao felt that he had received the goods.
The two reconnaissance units' garrisons are not far apart. In their spare time, Liu Xiaotao often comes to He Qiu to ask about his experience on the battlefield. "By the way, Xiaotao, is there any news about Liu Wu recently?" The scorching sun, after the training, He Qiu wiped his face with cold water and asked casually.
Liu Xiaotao handed the towel and shook his head gently: "Since I went to the front line, I have never contacted my second brother again. The last time I was on the phone, I heard that he had made contributions in flood control and rescue!"
He Qiu opened his eyes widened and exclaimed: "Wow, this guy Liu Wu can still make contributions even if he leaves the front line!"
Liu Xiaotao smiled and nodded: "Who said no! He is like my uncle, and he can make some noise wherever he goes!"
He Qiushen nodded with the same feeling: "I believe this deeply. When I mention your uncle, a trace of regret arises in my heart..."
"Repent? What are you referring to?" Liu Xiaotao asked curiously.
He Qiu sighed lightly, with a little disappointment in his tone: "What I regret is that I finally came to the front line and thought that I could finally fight side by side under your uncle's command to fulfill my childhood dream. But who would have thought that he was transferred again, alright..."
Hearing this, Liu Xiaotao smiled quite understandingly. His uncle Liu Zhiye was a legend of living, and an idol of the new generation of young people who fought against small things. "Do you know, what I envy most now is Yi Yuanchao in our hospital. He is working under your uncle's hands now. Oh, it's really a bright future!" He Qiu sighed to the sky, feeling a little envious and jealous.
Liu Xiaotao laughed and said, "Brother He, you are not bad either, the captain of the scout squadron..."
"Stupid brat, you can talk, come on, I will continue to tell you what our scouts should pay attention to..." He Qiu said with satisfaction.
"...Hidden within the enemy's sight, it is undoubtedly an extreme challenge for the willpower and patience of our scouts..."
He Qiu often lurks around the enemy's positions for many days or even weeks, suffering from hunger, cold, mosquito bites, and always endures fears that may be exposed at any time.
During a lurking reconnaissance mission, He Qiu and his comrades lurked in the grass in front of the enemy's position for a whole seven days and seven nights.
They cannot make a fire and cook, and can only rely on the compressed dry food and rain water they carry to solve their food and clothing; they cannot move their bodies at will, and can only maintain a position and allow mosquitoes to rage on their bodies.
One time, He Qiu was accidentally bitten by a poisonous mosquito, and a big bag quickly bulged on his face, which was painful and itchy, but he forced himself to endure it and did not dare to make a sound, for fear of alarming the enemy.
During these long seven days and seven nights, they always closely watched the enemy's every move, without letting go of any details, and finally successfully obtained key information and provided important information for the troops' combat operations.
He Qiu said that the most dangerous moment they faced was to exchange fire head-on with enemy agents.
Enemy agents have also received strict systematic training, proficient in guerrilla tactics and sneak attack methods, and often launch unexpected surprise attacks on our army with their familiar advantages of terrain.
Our scouts must not only have superb military skills when fighting enemy agents, but also have calm thinking and firm fighting spirit.
One day, He Qiu and his comrades suddenly encountered a team of enemy agents while performing a reconnaissance mission.
A fierce battle broke out in the dense forest between the two sides, bullets whistling in their ears, and many comrades were injured one after another.
He Qiu had just become a scout at that time, but he was not afraid of danger. He used the trees as cover to flexibly avoid the enemy's attacks, while waiting for an opportunity to find a counterattack.
He Qiu noticed that an enemy agent was about to shoot at the injured comrade, so he rushed over without hesitation and started a close-knit fight with the enemy.
After a fierce battle, He Qiu finally successfully subdued the enemy and ensured that his comrades' lives were safe and sound.
During the mission, the scouts had to face the harsh natural environment.
The L-mountain area has a subtropical mountain jungle climate, high temperature and rainy and humid climate, and the vegetation in the mountains is extremely lush, with poisonous snakes and rampant mosquitoes.
Scouts often have to travel long distances in such an environment, and their bodies are under great pressure.
Some of He Qiu's comrades suffered from severe skin diseases and arthritis due to long-term marching in humid environments, but they still insisted on fighting;
Some of them were bitten by poisonous snakes while traveling through the mountains, but after they simply treated the wound, they continued to move forward.
By their tenacious will and firm belief, they defeated the test of nature and completed one arduous task after another.
One night on the eve of the Spring Festival of the past year, He Qiu received a difficult task:
Survey a 60-man special reconnaissance company, sneaked into the territory of the "White-Eyed Wolf" and annihilate a group of enemy agents entrenched on the mountain.
This group of enemy agents is very cunning and well-trained, which has brought many troubles to our army.
He Qiu clearly understood that the mission was full of danger, but he had no intention of retreating and planned the combat plan carefully. They wade through the minefield, cross the enemy blockade line, quietly arrive at the designated location on time, and then quietly lurk.
For five days and five nights, He Qiu and the soldiers endured hunger, fatigue and the invasion of mosquitoes, almost never closed their eyes, and always maintained a high degree of alertness.
Finally, late at night on the fifth day, enemy agents started another operation.
When the enemy entered the range, He Qiu gave the order: "Fight!"
In an instant, the bullets shot towards the enemy crowd like raindrops.
The enemy agents who were panicked, some were shot dead on the spot, and some hurriedly retreated to the fortifications and started fighting with our army.
He Qiu took the lead, leading the soldiers to advance bravely, and launched a fierce close-knit battle with the enemy.
Amid the fierce gunfire, He Qiu's ears were filled with the sound of bullets whizzing by, but he did not retreat at all.
He held the rifle in his hand tightly, his eyes were like torch, and he quickly judged the movements of the enemy.
The enemy agents obviously did not expect them to fight back so quickly and their positions were in chaos.
He Qiu seized this opportunity and led the soldiers to quickly approach the enemy's bunker.
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The soldiers followed closely behind, with steady steps and a belief in winning in their eyes.
They have a tacit understanding between them and they already know how to cooperate without saying much.
The bullets drew a dazzling light in the night, and the smoke filled the air, and the rhythm of the battle became increasingly tense.
He Qiu rolled over, avoided the enemy's strafing, then quickly stood up, aimed at the enemy behind the cover, and pulled the trigger.
A gunshot, the enemy fell to the ground.
His movements were clean and neat, as if he was dancing a life-and-death dance on the battlefield.
Under his leadership, the soldiers were in high morale and gradually gained the upper hand.
At this moment, the enemy's reinforcements surrounded the flanks, and the situation became critical again.
He Qiu quickly made a judgment and ordered the soldiers to act separately. Some continued to suppress the enemy in front, while the other quickly moved to the flanks to prepare for reinforcements.
"We can't let them form an encirclement!" He Qiu's voice echoed in the dark, full of determination and strength.
The soldiers quickly executed the order without any hesitation.
He Qiu knew very well that the outcome of this battle was not only related to their life and death, but also to the direction of the entire battle situation.
The night wind roared and the war was burning, and the figures of He Qiu and the soldiers seemed particularly tall in the fire.
They interpret fearlessness and loyalty with their actions, and defend the land under their feet with blood and sweat.
He He Qiu relied on his superb fighting skills and tenacious fighting will to kill several enemy agents in succession.
Under his guidance, the soldiers were full of fighting spirit and took less than an hour to quickly end the battle.
This battle wiped out dozens of enemy agents, and the remaining enemies fled in a panic. The entire special reconnaissance company where He Qiu was located was safe and sound, creating dazzling military achievements.
It is said that people who have been on the battlefield have no scars on their bodies.
He Qiu is no exception!
In March last year, in the raid against a high ground, He Qiu led all squadrons to lurk on the frontier of the enemy's positions for 7 days.
During the period, they overcame countless difficulties and obstacles and persisted until the battle began.
After the attack order was issued, he led the entire squadron to successfully annihilate more than 60 enemy troops and blew up 6 enemy artillery pieces with his clever and decisive command.
But on the way back, the incendiary bomb dropped by the enemy ignited the thatch around the passage, and the entire company was trapped in the siege of the fire.
He Qiu, who was responsible for the rear-end, was calm in the face of danger. He and his comrades worked hard to put out the fire, while commanding everyone to take turns to retreat seriously injured.
He Qiu personally carried the tallest and heaviest wounded in the company, protecting the wounded with one hand and holding the thatched with the other hand, moving hard on the rugged and difficult rocky road.
At this time, his knees and elbows were worn out by gravel, and sweat and blood were mixed together.
Because of having a serious cold at that time and being lurked for 7 consecutive days and nights, He Qiu was exhausted both physically and mentally and finally fainted.
When the roar of the fire detonating the mines woke him up, the comrades advised him to evacuate first, but He Qiu firmly said: "As the squadron leader, as long as I have a comrade in the back, I will never leave."
Then, with extraordinary perseverance, he rescued his trapped comrades in the fire regardless of his life.
The flames were raging around He Qiu, and the thick smoke choked him so hard that he could hardly breathe, but he seemed to be unable to feel the pain and fatigue, with only those comrades waiting for rescue in his eyes.
His palm was already blistered by the high temperature, and the soles of his feet were also cut deep into the gravel, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered, groping in the sea of fire step by step.
Every time a comrade was rescued, he would carry them to safety with all his might, and then turn around and rush into the sea of fire.
When he rushed into the fire for the last time, He Qiu's physical strength was almost exhausted, the world in front of him began to blur, and only his heavy breathing sound was left in his ears.
He staggered forward and finally found the last comrade in the army behind a rock surrounded by fire.
The comrade was already unconscious, his face covered with ashes and blood.
He Qiu used all his last strength to carry him up, but found that he could no longer stand firm.
His legs seemed to be filled with lead, and every step seemed to be stepping on the tip of a knife. "Stand with it, we can definitely go out!" He Qiu gritted his teeth and whispered to himself and his comrades on his back.
His eyes became blurry, and only the sound of fire whistling was left in his ears, but he still insisted on moving forward.
Finally, at the moment when he was about to fall, he heard the shouts of his comrades from afar.
Several soldiers rushed over and took over the wounded on his back.
He Qiu collapsed to the ground and could no longer move. His hands were still tightly clasped, as if he was still trying to grab something.
The comrades surrounded him, their eyes full of admiration and worry.
He Qiu's consciousness gradually blurred, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of relief.
He knew that he had done it, rescued all his comrades and fulfilled his duties as a squadron leader.
When the rescue team arrived, He Qiu had been carried onto a stretcher.
His face was covered with ashes and blood, but his firm eyes were still as bright as before. At the moment before he was unconscious, he murmured softly: "The mission has been completed..." Then, his consciousness completely fell into darkness.
When Liu Xiaotao learned that He Qiu was almost dying in the fire, he was shocked and blurted out: "Brother He, then the parts on your body have not been burned out, right?"
He Qiu didn't say much, and decisively took off his training uniform, revealing his scarred back.
He Qiu's back had scars intertwined, some as deep as gullies, and some as shallow as thin lines, but all of them revealed the traces of his struggle on the edge of life and death.
Liu Xiaotao's heart suddenly tightened, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't speak for a moment. "These are my medals." He Qiu's voice was low and firm, as if he was telling something extraordinary.
He slowly turned around and looked directly at Liu Xiaotao. There was no trace of turbulence in his eyes, but it made people feel an invisible sense of oppression.
"Brother He, how did you survive?" Liu Xiaotao finally couldn't help asking.
He Qiu was silent for a moment, then smiled faintly: "Belief. As long as there is faith in your heart, no matter how big the difficulties are, you can overcome them." He paused for a moment, looking into the distance, as if recalling something, "Every time I fall down, I will tell myself that I can't end it like this. I still have unfinished tasks and people who need protection."
"Brother He, I understand." Liu Xiaotao nodded solemnly, with a firm light flashing in his eyes, "No matter how difficult the future is, I will stick to my beliefs like you and never retreat."
He Qiu patted his shoulder and raised his mouth slightly: "Good boy, I will feel at ease with you."
(End of this chapter)