(The fourth update! There is a fifth update later. I wanted to finish the transition chapter in two chapters, but I couldn't stop writing it as I wrote it, and I didn't have the original intention of water. Otherwise, I could let my book friends read the original manuscript and write and mark at least for these two chapters, which was very sweaty...)

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The positions were covered with yellow sand, and broken limbs piled up on the top of the unknown highland peak.

"Let's go to the position again!"

After looking at the Shanghai 17th gear in my hand, this fully automatic watch with yellow sweat stains is still faithfully carrying out its mission.

Twenty minutes, this is probably the firepower limit of the division's artillery fire on the Wuming Highlands. After all, since the first row of the Sixth Company was guarding the position, Wen Feng has almost never stopped calling for artillery fire. Are the brothers of the artillery troops already tired?

Wen Feng didn't know about this situation, but he saw their brilliant record. When Wen Feng led the soldiers from the sixth company to the first row of soldiers out of the tunnel, there was no Vietnamese army on the position. Except for the enemy's wreckage that was blown into pieces, it proved that there had been Vietnamese army here. Now the nameless highland is still in the hands of the sixth company to the first row of soldiers. The suicide squad is the death squad, and in the end, there was no one left.

"Fang Zhijun, come on my back, let's go to the position together and decide the victory and defeat with the Vietnamese monkey!"

A terrible tranquility appeared on the nameless high ground. When will the enemy rush up next? Can the current row still block the Vietnamese devils? But at this time, no one cared about the soldiers in the row. Wen Feng actually laughed, as if he was despising the god of death. He bent down and took Fang Zhijun to his back. Fang Zhijun was powerless to resist and seemed to want to resist. Faced with the possible death, his eyes seemed extremely calm. Perhaps this was called looking at death as if he was ready?

"Battle, third brother, Lin Hao, I have implicated you. If you were less than a row, you would not have reached this point. I'm sorry to the leader!"

Logically speaking, Baekabad and the third brother, Lin Hao was not from the sixth company and one row. If it weren't for Wen Feng and the others, they wouldn't have come to the nameless high ground. It was their existence that they completed one impossible task after another. At this time, they were still the strongest soldiers in the row. Although they were the same tired, they walked in front of Wen Feng and at the front of the row.

"Captain, how can you say you are implicated? We are all your soldiers. It is our glory to be able to fight with you. Who do we have to do with the first squad of soldiers? "

Baekaboo turned around with a smile. His cheerful smile could not even see a trace of frustration. He only heard his affectionate love: "When you were brought out by you in Changbai Mountain, I felt that this life was worth it. Today I can kill so many Vietnamese devils with you. My Baekaboo will not live in vain in my life."

"Brother Feng, bayonet is right. You are our heads. We are all soldiers in a large group of soldiers. Only because of like-minded people can we come together. We can fight for the motherland and the people without any regrets!"

Lin Hao was supported by the third brother, and at this time he turned his head together. Their eyes were as hot as stars. Perhaps this generation of soldiers had a dream in their hearts, that is, they hoped that the motherland would become stronger and more prosperous day by day, and that they could shed their blood for this great dream at this time. How could they hear the word "sorry" with this captain who has always been like the eldest brother?

"Don't say sorry, we all came together for the same dream. Although we fell down, there are still thousands of passionate brothers following us. The Vietnamese devils will not be rampant for long. It's a pity that we can't carry out that mission together anymore!"

It is certainly fake to say there is no regret. When Lin Hao looked directly in front of the nameless highland, it seemed to have crossed Basha, as if he had arrived in Hanoi. Will the old guy who likes to play with power conspiracies shudder at this time?

"Good brothers, it is my honor to be able to fight with you! You are worthy of being the cutest people of this era. If you have a next life, I will still be your captain and still want to fight with you!"

Wen Feng was filled with sighs. Perhaps only Li Fei could understand what he meant by those present. If it weren't for the thirty-three years to this passionate era, how could they have met such a group of flesh-and-blooded soldiers? So when he heard Lin Hao, Wen Feng was more ashamed. If he could, he really wanted to tell all the secrets buried in his heart.

"Yes...right, where is the iron ball?"

The third brother, Lin Hao, and Bayonet, always feel that something is missing? In fact, Wen Feng hasn't seen Tiedan for a long time. He hasn't asked, but he is very worried that if Tiedan died on the battlefield, would such a question be too cruel? So no matter whether it is a row or a large group of people, he has never had a problem with who is there, and he is afraid that he will feel even more uncomfortable when he knows the result.

"Team... Captain, I want Tiedan to find reinforcements. I am worried that the reinforcements cannot find the location of the nameless highland, so... I saw that you were talking to the regiment commander at that time, so I didn't have time to ask you for instructions..."

Lin Hao's words relieved Wen Feng's doubts. Lin Hao was a little restrained when he said this, because after all, this matter was not approved by Wen Feng. At that time, the loss of a powerful combat partner was really a big loss for the first row, but the situation was too urgent at that time. The reinforcements had not arrived yet at the scheduled time, so Lin Hao was not worried that it was fake.

"Lin Hao, do you need to be so calculating with me... You did it right. In fact, I have the responsibility to command this battle. I didn't expect the Vietnamese army to attack so crazy! There is a problem in using up to defend the troops like this!"

Seeing Lin Hao's restraint, Wen Feng interrupted him, instead gently slapped his shoulder and shook his head, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, and then looked into the dark night behind him and said in the last touching voice:

"I hope Tiedan can find the support force safely. In my heart, a row or a large group, you are the most elite soldiers in our motherland. Every time one dies, it is a huge loss to the motherland. There is no need to fight with the Vietnamese."

Since Wen Feng led a row, he never wanted to lead the soldiers to make unnecessary sacrifices. Many people would say that one row was fighting beautifully and annihilated so many enemies with one row. However, in Wen Feng's opinion, the biggest success of the row this time was to delay the 316a Division, allowing the 345th Division to destruction faster. But if we were to consider the safety of the soldiers, Wen Feng thought that he did not do so well.

"No, the captain is not your business. Fighting for honor, we will still be honored even if we die!"

At that moment, Lin Hao saw the irresistible pain in Wen Feng's eyes. He was moved suddenly, but he found that Wen Feng did not express much recognition after he said this, and still shook his head slowly.

Wen Feng's shaking his head made the scene a little bit cold. The soldiers seemed to have experienced something in Wen Feng's words, saying who brought out what kind of soldiers. Many of Wen Feng's ideas have been subtly influenced by these heroic warriors, and they have unknowingly changed their worldview. Unfortunately, can they realize these ideas and ideas in the future? Who can give them this opportunity?

"Captain, the enemy is coming again!"

During the silence, everyone had already arrived at the peak position. When the bayonet shouted softly, as expected, there were still figures under the position of the nameless highland. The Vietnamese monkey's unique steel helmets were everywhere in the mountains. Facing this scene, the soldiers in the row knew that perhaps the glorious moment of the whole row was finally coming...
Chapter completed!