On the 10th of May, after dinner, the soldiers were all bald and holding all kinds of guns that were filled with bullets and ready to shoot out the fire of death at any time. They were wearing the simplest straw sandals. After packing up, they gathered in an emergency. The commander gave the order and the troops set off for their destination.
That night, the 20th group army of the Chinese Expeditionary Force, including the 53rd and 54th armies under the group army, a total of five divisions, the 2nd reserve division, the 198th division, the 36th division, the 116th division, and the 130th division, all rushed out from different directions to their destination, the east bank of the Nu River. They only had one goal, to lay in ambush here and wait for nightfall before crossing the Nu River.
At this moment, Pan Huanghe's heart was already in his throat. He suddenly wanted to run, but there were mountains on all sides. Where could he run to? If he ran out alone, he would definitely not be able to figure out the direction. If he stayed in the army, there were at least tens of thousands of soldiers he could rely on. At least, he was psychologically safe.
However, Pan Huanghe was afraid of war. In the past, when it was just training, it was like a joke. No one would point at each other and fight for real. But this time, it was different. They were really on the battlefield. Facing the cruel Japanese, they had to do it with real guns. Moreover, bullets did not have eyes.
Pan Huanghe had not yet entered the battlefield, but he was already thinking about how to escape from the battlefield. He looked around at his comrades and saw that everyone was silent. He also calmed down a little.
Tens of thousands of elite troops were lying in ambush in the ravines and lowlands on the east bank of the Nu River, waiting for the order to attack.
Pan Huanghe's Second Platoon of the First Lieutenant Company was responsible for assisting the other platoons in this operation. They were not the vanguard and only needed to follow the main force to wait for the operation.
Pan Huanghe lay motionless in the depression. He raised his head and looked at the towering Gaoligong Mountain on the other side of the river. The vast expanse of undulating mountains was dark and a little scary. Once upon a time, when Pan Huanghe first saw Da Shan, he was so pleasantly surprised that his eyes could not see enough. Growing up on the plains, he had an innate joy for the mountains. Even if the scenery here was picturesque, Pan Huanghe did not have that feeling.
At this moment, Pan Huanghe had an indescribable fear of The Mountain. Because the mountain on the other side was full of Japanese. Who knew where they were hiding? Perhaps the enemy's muzzle was aimed at him. He heard that the Japanese were so vicious that even the American soldiers were afraid of them…Thinking of this, Pan Huanghe lowered his head even more, wishing he could bury himself.
All the Chinese expeditionary forces participating in the battle knew what kind of cruel battle they were about to face…
At this moment, there was no sun in the sky. It was overcast. May was the rainy season in the south. The rain in the south was not as gentle as the rain in the north. It was really fierce. It rained down as if it wanted to wash the world clean.
As time passed, Pan Huanghe calculated that he might be getting closer and closer to death.
He turned his head uneasily and glanced at Zhao Dawei beside him. Zhao Dawei was staring ahead with his eyes wide open. Pan Huanghe gulped. He wanted to say something, but he stopped because Zhao Dawei's serious expression forced him to shut his mouth.
They were afraid that time would pass quickly, but they also felt that time was passing too slowly. This was not only Pan Huanghe's feeling. Almost all the soldiers thought so. Some even thought,'Damn it, why don't the Japanese go crazy and blow themselves up? That would save us trouble...'
Up until now, the soldiers had been lying on the ground for a full 16 hours. In these 16 hours, they did not even dare to fart.
It was two or three o'clock in the afternoon, and there were only three hours left before the attack. The soldiers were sweating profusely, dripping down their cheeks and dripping into the mud. At this moment, they might still be lying there, but at the next moment, they might stay here forever. The more they thought about it, the more terrified they became.
Pan Huanghe felt that everything in front of him was so boring. He had lost his vitality. This battle was really not fun. As he thought about it, Pan Huanghe actually fell asleep. Moreover, he even snored lightly.
Even the light snoring sounded particularly clear and ear-piercing on the silent battlefield.
The commander, Chen Xilai, heard some movement and looked around. Pan Huanghe was lying not far away from the commander. When the commander saw him, he wanted to jump out and give him a slap. This bastard, where the f * ck is he? How can he still sleep at this time? Chen Xilai gritted his teeth. If he wasn't afraid of exposing his target, he would have jumped out and kicked Pan Huanghe.
Night had finally fallen.
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