mtl008 Chapter 314 Reunion of old friends
Chapter 314 Reunion of old friends
At around 1942 p.m. on June 6, 1, the originally scorching sun gradually lost its edge and became soft and warm.
The light slanted down over the boundless land, like a layer of golden gauze, gently covering the land that was about to be baptized by war, adding a bit of hope and solemnity to this season that was already filled with tension and about to usher in a battle.
There is a unique and charming scent in the air.
It was the sweet fragrance of Sophora japonica flowers, lingering and refreshing, as if telling of the tenderness of early summer;
There is also the rustic scent of freshly turned soil, mixed with the thickness and vitality of the earth. It is a unique smell of this season, drifting slowly in the breeze.
Most of the students who signed up for the Western Expedition did not even have time to go home. They hurriedly left a letter and gathered on the school playground.
Li Yunlong stood tall and straight in front of the mighty team of 4,000 student soldiers.
His figure was as strong as a pine tree, and his eyes were sharp and deep, penetrating the darkening sky. He seemed to have the power to penetrate time and space, and could directly foresee the fierce battlefield that was about to unfold in the distance.
His expression was calm and resolute, like a towering mountain, giving people a sense of unshakable power.
The four thousand student soldiers were lined up there in neat rows. Although their faces still showed some youthfulness, the determination and fearlessness revealed in their eyes far exceeded their age.
They are like the green pines standing against the wind in early summer. Although they are still young, each one is tenacious and stretches its branches towards the sky, unafraid of the coming storm.
Among the 4,000 student soldiers, 3,000 were artillery students.
They were agile and their eyes flashed with longing and confidence for the power of artillery.
The neat queue is like a steel behemoth waiting for orders. Once it starts, it will burst out with amazing power.
There are a thousand aviation cadets, all of them are full of vigor and vitality, like the rising sun, full of endless energy and potential.
They are a hopeful trump card in Li Yunlong's hand.
At the critical moment, as long as the equipment is in place, and Li Yunlong relies on the knowledge instilled by the system to provide on-site guidance.
These 3,000 artillery students can be quickly transformed into two heavy artillery brigades with amazing combat effectiveness, dealing a heavy blow to the enemy with thunderous force.
As for the air force, Li Yunlong was unable to personally guide high-altitude flights due to his fear of heights, but this did not hinder the teaching of theoretical knowledge and ground simulation training.
These young students are already eager to try out common tasks such as operating attack helicopters and transport helicopters and can't wait to show their skills.
The remaining aviation students will be assigned to the artillery units, where they will work hand in hand to contribute their strength to the upcoming tough battle.
The 200-kilometer journey from Taiyuan to the east bank of the Yellow River in Jiaxian County would take four days for ordinary infantry, even if it was a forced march.
However, this student army now has unique advantages.
The newly built expressway is flat and wide, and the powerful road transportation capacity greatly shortens their travel time.
I saw trucks roaring with their engines, speeding along the road like a torrent of steel.
The early summer evening breeze, with a hint of coolness, gently brushed across the faces of the student soldiers.
The wind seemed to carry expectations for them, adding to the lofty ambitions in their hearts.
Their faces were slightly flushed by the wind, but their eyes became more determined, revealing a spirit of courage and perseverance.
The air force followed closely behind in specially made transport vehicles.
They looked out the car windows, their eyes filled with a longing to soar into the sky, and their hearts were filled with a deep desire for the upcoming battle.
Outside the car window, the early summer fields presented a vibrant scene.
The lush green wheat seedlings swayed gently in the breeze, forming rolling waves of wheat, as if they were a cheerleading team formed by nature, cheering them on for their journey.
The rising and falling waves of wheat are like the passionate music played by the earth for them.
As time went by, the sky gradually darkened.
The night sky was like a huge piece of black satin, beginning to be dotted with the first bright stars.
The stars twinkled with faint light, as if they were lighthouses lit by nature to illuminate the prelude to the magnificent epic that was about to be staged, guiding the advancing team in the darkness.
Finally, the team arrived at the bank of the Yellow River.
At this moment, the ancient and magnificent river was like a sleeping dragon, winding and twisting before everyone's eyes.
The river surface shimmers, and under the reflection of the lights on both sides, the golden waves sparkle, which is both mysterious and solemn.
The waves swayed gently with the flow of water, like the shimmering scales on a giant dragon, exuding endless charm.
On the other side of the river, most of the main forces of the Cheetah Field Army have crossed the Yellow River and are working hard to consolidate their beachhead positions and launch attacks in depth.
The sound of gunfire could be heard faintly, like the sound of war drums coming from afar, urging the student army here to join the battle as soon as possible.
The river bank presents a busy and orderly scene.
The noise of the crowd, the shouts of the soldiers and the roar of the machinery intertwined together, forming a powerful picture.
Armored vehicles, tanks, cannons, these heavy weapons are arranged in an orderly manner on the river bank, like warriors waiting for orders, each with their head held high and chest puffed out, ready to go.
Their cold steel shells reflected a cold light under the light, as if declaring their inviolable majesty to the enemy.
The soldiers were busy moving around.
Some leaned over and carefully inspected every piece of equipment, not missing any details to ensure that there would be no mistakes in the battle;
Some carried sandbags and were busy reinforcing the pontoon bridge, compacting the soil with shovelfuls;
Others hugged and high-fived each other, encouraging each other and cheering for their comrades who were about to fight side by side.
Their words are full of trust and courage, and their eyes convey firm belief.
The air was filled with a sense of tension and excitement, which was like a burning flame, making the night even more lively.
Everyone knows that an arduous battle is about to begin, and they will write their own passionate chapter on this land.
On the eve of the war, a strange tranquility enveloped the world.
This tranquility is like an undercurrent surging beneath the calm surface of a lake, as if it hides endless energy, waiting to erupt suddenly at a certain moment, ruthlessly dragging the entire world into this magnificent historical torrent.
This day is destined to be extraordinary. It is a special moment for them to face new challenges together. The air seems to be filled with tension and anticipation of the upcoming war.
On the banks of the Yellow River, roars rose and fell, interweaving into a majestic pre-war melody.
Zhang Dabiao stood in the midst of the noise, the steel helmet on his head emitting a faint blue luster after being quenched by cold iron, like a cold star twinkling in the deep night sky.
As the ghostly light of the searchlight swept across the heights, the twelve impact dents on the edge of the special manganese steel helmet were clearly visible to everyone, every detail visible.
Each of these dents represents a bloody past and is a testimony to his bloody battles on the battlefield.
This "indestructible helmet" carefully crafted by the Logistics Department using five layers of composite steel plates is now making clear echoes between the steel cables of the pontoon as its owner shakes his head.
The voice drifted on the river breeze, as if telling of past heroic deeds.
The river breeze, with the unique coolness of early summer, gently blew across the battlefield, but it could not blow away the strong iron-blooded aura of Zhang Dabiao.
He is like a towering mountain, standing quietly and exuding awe-inspiring power.
Li Yunlong's gaze passed through the soldiers who were carrying 120mm mortar shells. Their busy figures looked a little hurried under the searchlight.
The pace of the boot soles crushing the wet riverbed suddenly quickened as he walked towards the figure thirty meters away with his back to the searchlight.
The figure was Zhang Dabiao, who was rhythmically tapping his helmet with his knuckles covered with frosted armor.
The river wind carried his signature curse, drifting towards us:
"Damn it! Two fists can't beat four hands, and a hero can't stand up to a large number of people. This kid Gu Shousan is really a tough nut to crack!"
There was a hint of anger and disdain in his voice, but also a determination to win.
"Tougher than the twenty-eight helmets you smashed back then?"
Li Yunlong's laughter was like thunder in early summer, suddenly exploding on the river bank, scaring two privates who were carrying ammunition so much that they almost dropped their hands.
There was a familiar boldness and arrogance in that laughter, and the entire riverbank seemed to be cast under a spell and suddenly fell into a strange silence.
More than twenty veterans from the engineering company stopped their work at the same time. They were too familiar with this kind of laughter that sounded like a mountain cannon exploding!
Behind this laughter was their general whom they trusted and respected immensely, and it was also the prelude to an upcoming fierce battle.
When Zhang Dabiao turned around, there were still water droplets on his forehead. Under the strong light of the searchlight, those water droplets were like a handful of broken diamonds, sparkling with dazzling light.
This brave general, who had once used a captured Showa imperial sword to split three barbed wire fences, now had a barely perceptible tremor in his right hand as he saluted.
He shouted loudly: "Report! Zhang Dabiao of the Third Column, on standby for four hours and twenty-eight minutes!"
The voice echoed in the night sky, carrying with it an indomitable momentum and loyalty to the mission.
At the moment when the two pairs of hands covered with gun calluses clasped together, several tanks just happened to pass by on the pontoon bridge.
The roar of the engine shook the earth, as if to push the tense pre-war atmosphere to a climax.
Amidst the clamor, Li Yunlong lightly brushed his index finger across the bullet hole on the side of the opponent's helmet and said with a smile:
"The logistics department's workmanship is pretty good!" There was a hint of admiration and relief in the words.
Zhang Dabiao grinned, revealing his half-missing front tooth. It was a commemorative medal left over from the Battle of Taiyuan, recording his glorious years.
This iron-blooded general of the Cheetah Field Army always had a signature move before charging into battle - throwing his helmet.
The helmet drew a graceful arc in the air, as if it was a horn declaring war on the enemy, with fearless courage and desire for victory.
As the number of battles increased, his helmets broke one after another, but his habit of throwing his helmets never changed.
Director Gu of the Logistics Department couldn't bear to watch this anymore, so he rushed to make him a special helmet overnight.
"Zhang Heizi! If you break this helmet again, you'll have to go to the kitchen and carry the iron pot!"
This thickened manganese steel helmet weighs eight and a half pounds and is lined with three layers of tanned cowhide. It is extremely sturdy and can even produce sparks if it falls to the ground.
Zhang Dabiao weighed it, grinned with his white teeth, and laughed loudly:
"That's powerful! The Japs' heads are more fragile than this!"
His eyes were shining with excitement and anticipation, as if he had already seen the helmet displaying its might on the battlefield.
Hearing Li Yunlong's question, Zhang Dabiao's eyes lit up with excitement, and he spoke incessantly:
"With this weight and this hardness, eight or ten Japanese soldiers would die under it! Using it to smash their heads is as easy as cracking a walnut with a hammer!"
His voice was filled with desire for victory and contempt for the enemy. Every word seemed to carry a flame, burning the fighting spirit in his heart.