In the evening, all the letters were taken away.

The instructor saw that Zhang Jie had no letter and asked, "Xiao Jie, where are you?"

Zhang Jie smiled slightly: "Instructor, I've torn it up."

"Tear it up? Why did you tear it up?"

"Nothing, I just think it's unnecessary."

"Instructor, Xiaojie wrote this to his beloved girl. He felt that if he died, it would be bad for her to see it." Xiao Li interrupted.

The instructor nodded slightly: "That's fine. What about your parents? Don't you have anything to say to them?"

Zhang Jie shook his head: "No, my parents are divorced and my mother has remarried. My father often drinks and in my memory, he is only violent. I have nothing good to say about him. My mother has her own family now, so let's not let her worry."

The instructor patted him on the shoulder and said nothing more.

"Xiao Jie, I didn't expect your original family was so miserable." Xiao Li said.

"Well, it doesn't matter!"

"Why."

"And you?"

"Me? I'm fine. My parents love me very much. They supported me in joining the army. I have a younger brother and sister who are still in school." Xiao Li showed his white teeth when talking about his family.

Zhang Jie said enviously, "That's great."

"Brother, if we can both survive, I will take you to my house to play."

"Okay, it's a deal."

"Um."

The night was as dark as ink, and in the silence was hidden an endless aura of murder.

The weather in the north and south during the Mid-Autumn Festival is very different from morning to night. Soldiers huddled together in the trenches to keep warm.

They talked with each other about their visions of life and their longings for the future.

Time passed little by little, and every minute was torture for the soldiers.

Twelve o'clock at night.

The kitchen staff prepared a rich supper for each unit, which was also the wine prepared for the soldiers before the battle.

The food and drinks were delivered to the trenches, and the soldiers gathered together, drinking the Xia wine.

Company commander Zhao Wu was among them. He raised a glass of wine and said, "Brothers, there is still an hour before the attack. Let's drink this together and see you on the battlefield."

"Okay, let's do it."

Everyone drank it all, even those who had never drunk alcohol.

"Fine grape wine in the luminescent cup, the pipa music urges me to drink. Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield, for how many men have returned since I went to fight?" Liu Li picked up the wine glass and shook it, unable to resist reciting a poem.

"Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield, how many men have returned from the battle?"

The company commander Zhao Wu replied in a low voice, and then drank it all in one gulp: "Soldiers should die in the wild, why should they return wrapped in horsehide?"

"Dry."

Brothers, eat meat and drink wine. There is no discipline tonight, you can eat and drink as much as you want.

Zhao Wu even brought out dozens of packs of Chinese cigarettes and allowed the soldiers to drink and smoke.

The brothers, well fed and well drunk, lay in the trenches, gazing at the sky with cigarettes in their mouths.

"I think of my grandpa." Liu Xiaoli murmured with tears in his eyes.

Zhao Wu patted his shoulder: "It's okay."

Liu Xiaoli grinned and grabbed a handful of soil: "My father told me before I left that my grandfather died in Xiaofengling, and even his body has not been found until now. He told me that if I go to Xiaofengling, remember to bring back a handful of soil, as if I brought my grandfather home."

This silenced everyone present.

Liu Xiaoli smiled and said to his family, "Brothers, if I die, please remember to bring back a handful of soil for me. Just think of it as taking me and my grandfather back with you. Please."

Zhao Wu nodded and said, "Okay, if you die, I will take care of you. If I die, then the brothers will take care of you. Listen carefully, everyone, remember to bring a handful of soil for Liu Xiaoli, as if you are bringing his grandfather back with you."

"Okay, if I die, you also take a handful of soil back with you, and use it for the burial."

"Hahaha, what if the corpses are blown to pieces?"

"That's easy, then just bring some more soil back, and that will be considered as bringing me back with you."

"Okay, that's it."

The brothers used the lightest tone to talk about the most serious things.

Time passed quickly, and the closer it got to the attack time, the quieter the warriors became.

The family was in tacit agreement and didn't say a word, but the silence was somewhat scary.

The darkness enveloped the entire Thousand Peaks battlefield, and a terrifying breath of death began to erode everyone's heart.

I was just sitting there quietly, but I could sense that everyone's breathing was becoming more and more rapid.

The soldiers held their cold steel guns tightly in their hands, waiting for the order to attack at any time.

The waiting time is the most tormenting.

At this moment, all the commanders in the command center and the soldiers on the battlefield are suffering the same.

Especially the captain Zhang Fei, he looked at the time dozens of times in an hour, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Finally, it was exactly o'clock.

Zhang Fei gave the order without hesitation: "Pass my order, launch the attack."

The order was simple and clear, and the personnel in the command center began to urgently issue attack orders to various units.

At 12:00 a.m. on September 9, the countdown to the general offensive sounded like a death knell, striking heavily in the hearts of every soldier.

As the order was issued.

On the eve of the battle, both sides' heavy artillery was the first to be used. The ground was shaking violently, as if being torn apart by an invisible giant hand.

The shells streaked across the dark sky like a meteor shower, smashing into the Beiquan, Jinji Ridge, Xiaofeng Ridge, and Chifeng Ridge positions with piercing screams.

The firelight instantly illuminated the entire area, and the originally peaceful and dark night was completely torn apart. The sound of artillery shells exploding one after another set off a huge shock wave of rolling smoke and dust.

Every explosion was like the flames of hell raging in the world, mercilessly devouring all lives.

The battlefield instantly turned into a scorched earth, and the trees were broken and turned into burning torches.

The earth and rocks were blown into the air and poured down like a rainstorm. The soldiers who had no time to dodge were instantly torn into pieces by the powerful explosion. Blood and body parts flew in the flames, a horrible sight.

The trenches collapsed under the raging artillery fire, and the formerly strong fortifications became ruins.

The soldiers who were buried inside shouted in despair, but were soon drowned out by the continuous explosions.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and the nauseating smell of blood, as if it was a declaration of death.

In the sky, fighter planes from both sides chased each other fiercely, and the sound of engine roars and gunfire was intertwined.

The Xia fighter formation rushed towards the enemy like a sharp sword. The pilots had firm eyes and controlled the fighters to perform various difficult movements in the air.

Fighter planes nimbly shuttled between the clouds, closely following the enemy planes' tails.

The US fighter jets were not to be outdone. Relying on their advanced technology and rich combat experience, they tried to get rid of the pursuit of the Korean and Xia fighter jets and look for opportunities to counterattack.

The two fighter planes met head-on in the air, and gunfire broke out instantly. Sparks flashed on the fuselage, and metal fragments scattered like fireworks.

Some fighter planes were hit, leaving long trails of black smoke and falling rapidly like birds with broken wings, causing huge explosions on the ground.

The entire sky was shrouded in flames of war, and every moment was filled with the threat of death.

On the ground, the soldiers held their weapons tightly in the bunkers. The sound of their heartbeats and breathing was particularly clear in this brief silence.

There is both determination to fight and fear of an unknown fate in their eyes.

Everyone knew that once the charge horn sounded, they would be thrown into this cruel meat grinder, with no certainty of death.

The repressive atmosphere before the war was like a heavy lead mass, pressing on everyone's heart.

But they still stood straight, waiting for the moment that would decide their death.